Katherine Goldstein (kgoldstein) wrote in quesera, @ 2008-05-20 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | james-bradfield, katherine-goldstein |
Who: Katherine and James.
When: June 19th, whenever it is that they go home
Where: the train
What: Katherine tells James that she likes him. And then there is awks and angst
Rating: PG. Possibly higher because these two curse like sailors
Status: Complete
The whole thing still struck her as entirely surreal. She had graduated, finished with school forever. She was nothing less than ecstatic-she had eagerly been awaiting the day until she could finally work at the Prophet for as long as she could remember- but it would still take some getting used to; she just couldn’t quite believe that she was already finished, that she would probably never see Hogwarts again, let alone half of the students and professors she had seen daily for the past years. She had never really considered herself the nostalgic type, but already it was getting to her.
It didn’t help matters that one of the people she feared losing the most was currently sitting right next to her. She couldn’t entirely recall how or why she and James had become so close that year, but regardless, she considered him one of her closest friends. And, if she was going to be completely honest about it, she considered him quite a bit more than that, but she had yet to decide what to do with this sudden change in feeling; she had never actually liked anyone before this, and it hadn’t gotten any easier over the past few months. She would tell him, that much she knew; keeping something a secret had never been her greatest strength. But she also knew enough about him to know that it would completely change everything; she wasn’t romantic or idealistic enough to think that he may feel the same way about her, and she didn’t really want to ruin what could be their last summer together by telling him too soon.
So for now, she’d pretend that her feelings weren’t at all out of the usual. This was uncharacteristic of her, and part of her was ashamed by how she was avoiding the issue, but a far greater part cared too much about James to lose him because of a crush.
And yes, she was positive that that was all it is. Thanks for asking. She had the utmost confidence that it would fade with time, once she stopped seeing so much of him. Though that didn’t make sitting next to him right then and now easier.
But right. Pretending that everything was normal.
“So what are you going to do without me next year?” she teased, glancing over at him. “I don’t know how you’ll manage. I expect that there will be tears shed.” She grinned playfully, leaning back in her seat. “It’ll be odd though,” she added, voice dropping to a more serious tone. She looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to consider exactly what they’d be like. “But there are always journals, I suppose.” And they had the summer at least, and she had every intention of spending as much time as possible with her friends during the next few months. But she didn’t really know how any of her friendships would fare, and that knowledge scared her. But there was nothing she could do about it now, and there was no point in obsessing over what might happen and what might change when she was really in no position to be making any such assumptions.