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New Thoreau ([info]theslychaser) wrote in [info]refreshrpg,
@ 2015-02-06 02:02:00

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Entry tags:! log, 1998-february, x-character: delilah selwyn, x-character: kevin entwhistle

Who: Delilah Selwyn and Kevin Entwhistle
What: Kevin really needs to just get his own spot and stop poking the bear for reals though
Where: An abandon room
When: Friday, in between classes
Rating: Probably at least medium for language, violence, yelling, emotions
Status: Threaded, in progress

Kevin had a free period. He had a brewing plan developing with Ginny and nine days to get that plan put together without exposing themselves. Even with nine days, there was a lot of talking going on around him. The feast was a very big deal for Slytherins. They just kept talking about. And it was really beginning to overshadow how enjoyable it was to listen to the rumors following Renaud and Calliope's fight. So he wanted a break from sitting in rooms and watching people talk over his head, but not to him, never to him. He hadn't meant to go to the room Delilah had claimed, not after the last time.

The last time, Kevin had pointedly told her that he planned to come here, but that was mostly just talk. He'd wanted to defy her more than he wanted the damn room. But classes weren't even over for the day, so there wasn't a whole lot of rooms for sure to be empty.

So he went to Delilah's room, let himself into that crappy, broken room and then came to the realization that oh, Delilah was here too. But he was already in the room, and it was just to late to back out of it - he'd already committed to it. "Hey," he said.


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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 08:28 am UTC (link)
Sulking, again. It was even more difficult for Delilah to get away from things now than it had before. Her mind was still reeling from what happened at Hogsmeade with Daphne, the whole kiss debacle. And now, even enjoying a moment to relax in the common room was difficult. Because she was there. Or in their room. She was everywhere Delilah turned. And she needed time to think.

It wasn't like her to go to that room, the broken unused classroom she had so forcefully claimed as her own, in the daytime. But there was just nowhere else to be. So she'd gone to the room, fashioned herself the spot she liked in the center of the slightly broken couch, and sulked. And thought. And thought some more. Because although she couldn't admit it, she... well, had she liked the kiss? And around, and around those thoughts went.

She would have stayed in that pensive position for quite some time, too, if she hadn't heard a familiar voice greeting her. Her head snapped up and the whirl of anger and hatred that settled onto her features could practically suck the life right out of the room. There was no hesitation - she stood up, wand out.

"What did I tell you, Entwhistle."

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 08:46 am UTC (link)
If some people could see Kevin now, they'd probably ask him why he hated himself. Why he didn't just stop engaging these people, when he knew how they'd react to him. Delilah standing up, wand out was probably enough to just nope it right back out the room. Kevin - who clearly loved himself - didn't fucking move. Because this wasn't about getting the bullying to stop anymore. He was years past that. This wasn't about getting respect, or befriending those within his own house. This was about intentionally annoying them. Backing down didn't annoy them near as much as holding his ground did.

"Which part?" He prompted. "You told me a lot of things. The one that stands out the most though, would be you telling me how much time you want to spend together. I mean, those weren't the exact words - the words were something like 'let's practice dueling' or something. I'm paraphrasing for you. Don't you have class?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 08:58 am UTC (link)
"We have nearly the same schedule, Kevin." She snarled, wanting to hex him just for hexings sake, because he interrupted her and she was less than pleased about it. But she didn't, because she really didn't feel up to it. She felt drained, tired, and mentally blank. She couldn't even think of a good hex.

She didn't move, though. She was stock still with her wand out and the glare still present in her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for your sass, mudblood. I told you to not come back here, especially when I'm here. Or are you so tainted with impurities its starting to effect your brain, too?" She taunted, the grip on her wand tightening. Maybe just a little hex, if he was going to give her any more lip.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 09:04 am UTC (link)
"My brain's fine. Muggles generally frown on inbreeding," Kevin said dismissively. "You said I can come here when you're not here," he added, because he did remember what she'd said. He remembered basically all of it. When someone was mean to you, mean enough to make it hurt, that shit didn't just start to blend together. He still remembered it - all of it. "What's wrong?" He asked, surprising himself.

He wasn't really an especially nice person. He taunted back, he annoyed people, he liked to get a rise out of them. He wasn't Luna Lovegood. This wasn't an underdog story about how the world shat on him, but he still manage to be a good person, with morals and everything still rightfully intact. He wasn't the singular light in this dark room. But the hatred spewing out of her mouth didn't really have actual sting to it, even when she was taunting him.

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 09:08 am UTC (link)
She wanted to make a witty retort to that, because she wasn't actually inbred. But she had to hold her tongue, because Purebloods actually were into the habit of marrying their cousins and whatnot, even if they were distant relatives. It was difficult to keep blood pure otherwise. But she had no real comeback, because she couldn't out herself. "That's right, and I'm here, so shoo."

But he did't leave, he asked her what was wrong. That put a look of surprise on her face faster than if she'd seen Voldemort himself rise from the dead. It almost made her stutter, but she just sort of sat there staring at him for a moment before she turned angry again. "What the fuck does it matter to you?" She asked instead.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 09:11 am UTC (link)
The surprise wiped the snarl from her face for a brief, almost blissful moment. And then it passed, and Delilah's face twisted once again into something much uglier than it should've been. Hate had a way of doing that to people. For that brief moment of surprise, though, the ugliness had been stripped of her face. "It - it doesn't," he answered, honestly, frowning. "I mean, I don't care. But you're angry and you're rubbish at putting me in my place right now, and that's not like you, love. So something's gotta be wrong with you. Nobody comes to this room if there's nothing wrong, right? That's why you were here the last time. Why do you come here, when you have friends to talk to?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 09:23 am UTC (link)
Delilah was actually quite beautiful when she wasn't snarling. She was beautiful anyway, but she had a nice face for softer emotions. Those emotions just weren't usually shared with scum, filth, and dirt like Kevin Entwhistle. He was literally a walking representation of everything she hated about herself.

Well, almost everything.

He was questioning her, being nice. She didn't like it, she didn't understand why he was being nice to her. Was it fuel, to taunt her with later? Was it some sort of trick? "I'm warning you, Kevin." She said, taking a quick step forward and casting a nonverbal shield big enough to knock him backwards without doing much damage. "I bloody well have friends to talk to, you know, I just can't talk to them right now!" She hissed, lashing her wand at him again without any real spell behind it, just a flurry of sparks.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 09:28 am UTC (link)
He probably should've seen the shield coming, but it still knocked him back without really knocking him to the ground. It was really her lashing her wand at him that made him recoil sharply, lifting a hand, as if that would actually ward off a hex. Except she didn't hex him. And that was very confusing for him. Why wasn't she hexing him? He lowered his arm, straightening up to scowl at Delilah.

"That wasn't an insult," he theatrically hissed back to her. "Why can't you talk to them? They've basically got the same schedule as both of us. They're free now too," he pressed. It sounded a little less nice when it was that impatient. Like any of it was any of his business. "If you murdered somebody and need to hide the body, I'm almost entirely positive Goyle's thick enough to actually help you."

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 09:35 am UTC (link)
She got tremendous enjoyment at watching him recoil. Like he was going to physically ward off what she was going to throw at him. Ha. It was laughable, really. And she did laugh, just a little. It wasn't a nice laugh, not contagious or anything. It was mean, and quite frankly sounded evil.

Except it was cut short with more fucking questions about her friends and why she couldn't talk to them. WHY was he being so... nice? Albeit, impatiently so, but he was still curious. Like he WANTED to know. "Of course they're free, no self respecting Slytherin takes fucking muggle studies, since that was the free class they all happened to be sharing.

"Well if I murdered someone of course they would help, but this isn't something I can just ask them about!" She spat back, before realizing that didn't lend itself to looking good at all and made her seem like she couldn't trust her friends. That wasn't her intention at all.

"What the fuck are you aiming at, Entwhistle, trying to get me to say something so you can use it against me? Well, it's not going to happen. You can fuck right off."

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 09:40 am UTC (link)
No self respecting muggle took muggle studies either. It was either wildly inaccurate or a painfully easy class. Kevin wasn't here to take the easy road. He was here to learn. He already knew about muggles. He was one. Well - basically, anyway.

Delilah's laughter obviously fell on deaf ears as Kevin pressed onward. He wasn't even sure where this was coming from. The first question had been an accident - he hadn't really meant to actually ask her what was wrong. He hadn't even been thinking about it. But sometimes his mental censor failed him and things just came out. He didn't really have a problem with that, but some other people did.

But then the questions just kept coming, and he didn't know why, because he didn't care. What did he care if Delilah locked herself in some rubbish room to be alone? She wasn't his free. He wasn't required to feel empathy for her.

"Use against you?" He asked, incredulous. "When have I ever used anything you've said against you? If you're gonna be paranoid, might as well be accurately paranoid. What did you do that's so bad you can't tell your friends about it? Your friends. What did you do that you can't tell those people?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 09:54 am UTC (link)
He wasn't going to stop, was he? He clearly needed a little a little help on that front. She didn't use her wand this time - instead, she grabbed him by his robes and threw him into the room before releasing him. She was a strong girl, and the element of surprise let her get him at least in the room before she brandished her wand at him. "Flipendo!" She hissed, the knock-back jinx sending him backwards into whatever was behind him.

"I didn't do anything!" The seethed, because he was getting to her point. She hadn't done anything. "Daphne had to go and kiss me like the fucking filth she is -- " She stopped, mortified by what she had just said. The anger, the frustration, the hatred in her face seeped out entirely and she went sort of pale.

She hadn't meant that at all. She loved Daphne and if... if things were different... She stopped herself from thinking that, determined to get all the horrible, unclean thoughts she had been having out of her head.

Because she needed to fix this, to stop this line of question, she lifted her wand one more and lashed at him again, throwing a well aimed Bat-Bogey Hex at him. That would at least shut him up for a few moments, and she now stood between him and the door, which she closed.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 10:06 am UTC (link)
Some people in Hogwarts resorted to physical violence, but not the sort in Slytherin. They were too proud to get their hands actually dirty. By touching him. He hadn't expected her to drag him inside, or to be that fucking strong. He actually stumbled when she threw him into the room, and then he was knocked back, across the room. He landed on a barely held together wardrobe, and it crumbled beneath the weight. He felt a shard of splintered word scrape across his forearm just hard enough to draw blood. It made him hiss in pain.

But the words spilling out of Delilah's mouth made him freeze, pain instantly forgotten. His head snapped up, his mouth falling open, in the most obvious show of surprise he'd ever done within these halls. She'd just said that Daphne had kissed her.

And then he watched the surprise mirrored on her face, the color draining from that face. And then he got distracted by the bat bogey hex. It was easy to do away with, but for those precious few moments, he was consumed by a swarm of bats having flown out of his nose. By the time the hex had past, the arm of his robes was slick with blood, and the pain was back. He scrambled to his feet. "What the hell, Delilah," he said. She could've left while he was incapacitated, and the fact that he didn't kind of made it feel like maybe she'd drawn a line in the sand, shoved him over it, and planned on murdering him for having the audacity to cross that line.

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 10:18 am UTC (link)
Touching him hadn't even been on her mind. She just wanted to get him in the room and not in the hallway. The area they were in was deserted enough, but that didn't mean they could have an all out brawl in the hallway. It was safer to hex him in the room in all honesty, and that had been her singular thought process when she had dragged him in. She even found a little joy in having physically caused him to stumble with her own brute strength.

But now he knew. She had blurted it out. Being muggleborn, having to hide that? It was different. A long kept secret she had burned and held back for years. These feelings, about Daphne, about having been kissed? They were new, and she had no idea what to do with them. They were foreign, in her heart. In her brain. On her tongue. She didn't even know how to hide a secret like this, when it was killing her inside.

"Carpe Retractum!" She screeched, a rope lashing out from her wand, only to wrap itself around Kevin which dragged him closer to her. Now that they were so near each other, the rope dissolved and she stuck her wand underneath his throat, holding it there. "If you even think about what I just said, I will kill you. You can't - " She hesitated, stuttering a little. "You will not let anyone know about this."

Even though she was threatening his life, she looked closer to tears than anything else.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 10:27 am UTC (link)
The threatening was probably unnecessary. It was terrifying, and Kevin went deathly still when he felt her wand practically pressed against his skin. But it was also probably unnecessary. He didn't tell secrets. He'd been in this house for seven years and he had dirty on some of the people in this house - some of the pure, some of the respected - but he'd never told any of it. That wasn't the game he wanted to play. He wanted to annoy them, not destroy their entire lives. He wanted to make them equals, but not if it meant violently dragging him down to the position they'd put him in. He could survive the pit, he could survive losing everything, but not all of them could. It wasn't the game he'd signed up to play.

But then again, if Delilah knew him, she'd know that, and she didn't really know him.

She didn't look so threatening, when she looked on the verge of crying. It was the closest to vulnerable Delilah had ever gotten in front of him. "I won't," he said - just soft enough that it was gentle in comparison to her. Almost reassuring, even while she didn't deserve it. It wasn't like Daphne was better than Delilah. Neither of them deserved reassurance.

He lifted a hand, curling his fingers around her wrist. The blood from the gash in his arm had steadily dripped down his arm, covering his fingers in uneven red stripes. "You think I want anybody on my level?" He asked her, with that same calm softness. Serious, for once. "You think I want to throw you to the snakes just so you get to see it all from my angle? I'd never do that. To anyone."

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 10:35 am UTC (link)
It was highly unnecessary. She did, in fact, know him well enough to know what sort of person he was when it came to bullying. He wouldn't tell - she had a feeling he knew more crap about them than any of the other Slytherins even knew, and he had never played it that way. But Delilah was so terrified of losing her status, her family, her friends... She had to make sure he wouldn't tell.

Just briefly, she felt guilty. Her hatred had been fueled for so long by just anger and disgust, based on her father's teachings, but she found more and more that it was fueled by guilt. By fear. She was afraid of what her life would be like if it all came out, what she really was. A mudblood, a - a girl who liked girls, even though she knew she liked boys too. She was disgusting.

"No, I know." She said, her eyes boring holes into the way his hand curled around her wrist. He was touching her. But it was so soft, there was no malice. It wasn't a grip, it was a reassurance. She hadn't been touched like that in a long time, and the only person who had been that kind and affectionate towards was Daphne, and she had all but hexed her lately.

"So you understand why I can't... tell anyone, then." She said, still staring down at his had on her wrist, her wand just lowering the slightest but from being underneath his chin.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 10:42 am UTC (link)
Kevin was only partly surprised that when Delilah looked down at his hand, it was with disgust. The other part of him just knew that she was looking at his hand, because - well, it was a better focal point than his face. And probably also because he was bleeding on her.

But at the same time - she wasn't hurting him, or recoiling, or snapping her walls back up into place, and he didn't know what to do to kind of just prolong that for just a few minutes more. It wasn't something he was aware he even gave a shit about - not until it as right in front of his face, fleeting.

He didn't know what to say here. "Yeah," he said, which was about the best he could come up with. "Well, except for Daphne. She's still there." Since she did the kissing and all - she was kind of in on this with Delilah.

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 10:49 am UTC (link)
She really didn't know what she was doing. Everything was welling up and falling apart. Delilah was going to lose everything in just four months time - when they graduated, she knew her father would cut her loose and find some good reason for why she was excommunicated from the family. Purebloods did it all the time, despite their dying out existence. She would be shunned, she'd lose it all. Her friends, her family, everything.

"Except Daphne, yeah." She said, quiet. She didn't want to move, she didn't even know if she could move right now. Delilah was so unsure of where she was supposed to go from here that she was literally incapable of going anywhere. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them go.

"What do I do?" She asked, looking up at him with her eyes wide and watery. "I can't be like that. I can't - it's, it's wrong." She said, shaking her head. "It's fucking disgusting..." But even as she said it, she sounded unsure.

But that's all it took to break the moment. She jerked her arm away from him and took a step back, appalled at herself. Because she had liked it, she had been dreaming about that kiss, and more, and she wanted it so bad. She dropped her hands to her sides, and went quiet.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 11:03 am UTC (link)
Kevin went still when she looked at him, met his eyes, and asked him what he thought she should do. He looked at her - really looked at her - and then she slammed the door shut again and recoiled from it. He dropped his hand. "Bloody hell," he said. "Wars have been fought under that belief. It's disgusting. People have died because of it. When another human being, a muggle, a witch, a wizard - decides what is disgusting or not and they set their mind to it and they chant it until it becomes nothing more meaningful than monotonous syllables strung all together, that is when they've got themselves enough power and enough hatred to burn the whole world down, with themselves in it, just to cleanse themselves of the filth," he said, taking a step back. He still sounded calm, gentle.

"What is wrong, what is right is subjective, it changes with every generation born. If something can change that easily, that often, can you really pin it down to something as encompassing as your ethic system? Can you really let other people dictate that for you? You're a smart girl, love, but the fear is gonna do worse than kill you. It's gonna bury you above ground in a meaty coffin if you give them that kind of power over your mind."

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 11:13 am UTC (link)
After all she had learned at Hogwarts, she knew he was right. Delilah wore her Purism as a badge of honor, used it as a crutch. She didn't know anything else, and being anything else meant losing the only life she had ever known. In those rare moments she let herself think, imagine a different existence, she thought about what her life might be like if she could spend the rest of it igh Daphne. But then everything came back to her dad, her family, her lies. Sure, maybe Daphne could be okay with liking girls - but she'd never be okay with Delilah being a mudblood. She felt as if she were constantly on the verge of losing everything she knew and loved.

"You don't understand." She said, turning away. The tears finally fell and she couldn't let him see. Delilah wiped the tears away quickly and shoved them back down. She was normally so good at hiding her emotions. "I don't have the option to just... like her." Even if she did. Love her, even. "It doesn't work that way for me." She sighed and turned to look back at him, utterly defeated. "Just forget I said anything." She demanded, before adding, "Please."

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 11:21 am UTC (link)
Kevin didn't move. It was in his nature to push. He'd gotten so used to it, he almost forgot what other options there were out there. If he wasn't pressing her then what else was he supposed to do here? He wasn't naive enough to believe that everything would be okay if you just accepted who you were. He grew up with a muggle family - having the students at Hogwarts find out how impure his blood was - while it had proven to be a severely terrifying and isolating experience - didn't really impact his entire world, because his entire family were muggles, and they hadn't disowned him. He wasn't gay. He didn't have any other shit on top of his shit pile to contend with. He didn't have to think about how his family would react to that on top of him being a wizard.

"Okay," he said, simply, instead of pushing. Because he'd just told her not to let them control her mind. If they weren't meant to control her mind, then neither was he. This wasn't his life, and he wasn't like them. His beliefs didn't take precedence, not in this situation. "Okay, I'll forget it," he said. They both knew he couldn't just miraculously forget it, but he made it sound so simple.

"But before I do - I don't believe it makes you disgusting." Delilah had done more disgusting things than kiss a girl, but disgusting was such a harsh word. Or maybe it was only harsh because of how many times it'd been used on him.

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Delilah frowned. There was part of her that wanted him to keep questioning her, to make her re-think herself. Because if he was nice, and kept asking, it was like she had to defend herself. She had to reply, she had to say things. And in the heat of the moment, she'd said something she didn't want to say - but now that she had, she felt better. She wanted to keep feeling better. It was like all these things were always piling up and up and she couldn't hold it anymore and it was crushing her.

"Okay." She mirrored him, because she didn't know what else she could possibly say. They were just going to forget about it. Part of that made her sad, and she walked away from him, going to the window at the far end of the room and wrapping her arms around herself, staring outside. It was sunny out, sort of blindingly so against the thin blanket of snow that still covered the grounds.

Kevin had one more comment to make, and she listened as he said it, still refusing to look at him. That one moment, that one look had been too much. Delilah didn't get close to people for a reason, it all always went to shit. They expected more than she could give, she could say. She had so many things to hide. "It does. It's disgusting. It's unnatural, it's against everything I've ever believed." She said, placing a hand on her face and sighing. "What would my dad say?" And she had no idea why that would even matter. "What would they all say?"

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 11:05 pm UTC (link)
If Delilah wanted him to forget she ever said anything, she was doing a pretty bad job at it. He watched her cross the room. Delilah was obviously having some kind of inner turmoil going on. It was probably what she'd been dealing with before he'd gotten here. But... well, she'd never done that with him here. Nobody had, actually. He was kind of just waiting for her to realize what she was doing, and kill him for it - because he was too stupid to just leave right now, when he clearly should.

It felt like he was standing at the opening of a tunnel. One way was the way out, one way led to a tunnel of darkness - and here he was, contemplating going into the darkness. He fidgeted, glancing behind him toward the door, before he - with complete resolution - took a step forward into the dark tunnel. "I think you probably know what they'd say. You've been saying it already, haven't you now, love? What does it matter?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 11:13 pm UTC (link)
Friendship with Delilah was like heading into a dark tunnel. Or throwing yourself blindly off a precipice hoping for a soft fall but not knowing what waits at the bottom. Particularly for Kevin, because of their so far tumultuous relationship. She would hex him far before she would hug him, and even though they were sharing a moment, so to speak, there was no telling if she would be nicer to him after or if she would antagonize him worse, for breaking down the walls she had built so carefully.

"I know what they would say." She agreed, nodding he head. She knew exactly what most, if not all, of them would say. Daphne thought it was alright, obviously. Calliope would probably never speak to he again. Her parents, well. They were going to get rid of her anyway, weren't they? There were worse things to be, than a - whatever she was. Like a muggleborn, which she also was. I twas like she knew the two secrets had to go hand-in-hand. If one got out, the other would too.

"I don't want to lose everything, that's why it matters." She said, turning back around to him, leaning back against the window now, staring at him hard. Like she was challenging him. "Not yet. I don't want to lose it all yet." Because she knew there was a time limit. A five month time limit, when she'd lose most of what she had already.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-06 11:40 pm UTC (link)
Kevin didn't argue with that. He didn't know all of what she had, but from what he'd seen, she had a fair bit more than he did. But the more someone had - the more they had to lose. Delilah probably had a lot to lose. "So what are you going to do now?" He asked, reluctantly prompting her for more. He wasn't even going to attempt to read the look on her face. He saw a challenge there, but it was shrouded underneath other harder things.

"You don't wanna lose everything. Yet. So what are you gonna do about it?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-06 11:49 pm UTC (link)
That was the question, wasn't it? What would she do now? What was she going to do next? So far she had been avoiding it all, ignoring it, shoving it away. She hadn't spoken to Daphne properly since the whole thing happened. She'd been awful to her, and it made Delilah feel terrible. She hated to see her friend hurting, upset with her. Daphne meant an awful lot to her, but there was so much all caught up in what happened next that she simply froze. Delilah never froze. It was extremely disconcerting.

"I don't know what to do, that's the problem." She replied, tapping her wand idly on the wall behind her. "If I - I mean. I didn't like it..." She said, again, obviously trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Kevin. But if she hadn't of liked it, there would be no issue, would there? "I did." She finally said, really softly. The first out loud admittance of her desires.

"But you saw Calliope, how she reacted to that Renaud girl." She said, pushing herself off the wall, pacing. "I'd lose my best friend. I know you don't think much of them - Nott, Goyle, Pansy, Gwen, Calliope, everyone. But they're all I have."

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-07 12:24 am UTC (link)
Kevin watched her, but there was no challenge in his demeanor. He hadn't closed the gap between them. She was still across the room, near the windows, and he was still closer to the door. So he watched her answer his question, tap her wand, deny liking it. Then she, much quieter, admitted that she had.

He was growing more terrified the longer they talked. Delilah had already admitted too much to him. Later, in the dark of the night, Nott was going to smother him in his sleep or something. There was no getting out of this alive now.

"I saw. She played the victim," he said. His tone wasn't stiff, but it didn't sound very warm at the thought of Calliope either. He watched her pace for a minute, frowning, before he took a few steps closer. "Why do you think they'll find out? We've gone seven years not knowing. Why's it different now?"

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-07 12:32 am UTC (link)
"Calliope was rude, but forcing a kiss on her was out of line." She replied, immediately jumping to the defense of her friend. Of course, she knew what Calliope had said and it wasn't nice at all, not that Delilah would have said anything different. But there was a difference between what Calliope had done and what Zoe had.

Kevin wanted to know how it was different now, and she sighed, exasperated. "Because I didn't know I had those feelings before, obviously." She replied, rolling her eyes. Like it was a stupid question. "I've never particularly liked anyone." Which was true. She'd had a boyfriend in fifth year, but aside from that, there wasn't much to tell. Delilah had always been rather cold on that front.

"And they find out everything. How on earth can I have a secret... thing with Daphne, without anyone ever knowing? Its Hogwarts, Kevin. There are no secrets." Unless you never, ever told anyone. And now two people knew of this particular secret.

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[info]theslychaser
2015-02-07 12:59 am UTC (link)
Kevin shrugged because he honestly just did not care about Calliope. A kiss, while it was out of line, wasn't going to kill her. He ignored her reaction to his question. But her own question - well, that did get a reaction from Kevin. He actually smiled, as if it was very precious of Delilah to actually believe secrets were impossible to keep in Hogwarts.

"Don't have a secret thing with Daphne then," he said, as if that was the most obvious conclusion in the world. "You're obviously terrified of people finding out, and you've gone seven years without having anything with anybody except for that random bloke in fifth year. Five more months ain't gonna hurt you none."

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[info]sneakoscoped
2015-02-07 01:03 am UTC (link)
That didn't seem like a very good response. "Five months." She said, both apprehensively and thankfully. It seemed, at the very same time, an extraordinarily long way away and like no time at all. All the tension she had been holding sort of dropped, and she slumped a bit.

"That's rotten advice." She replied, though she didn't really mean it. "Five months is a long time to try and suppress everything. It's like flood gates have been opened and I can't close the gates again." She sighed, running her hand through her hair before closing the distance between them, to pass him. But she stopped, right next to him, giving him a look over her shoulder.

"Thanks." She said, her look was one of dislike and disgust but her voice was one of actual gratitude, and she walked off.

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