Who: Dean Thomas and Astoria Greengrass What: Trying to make things less painful for him Where: Greengrass Manor When: Sunday Rating: Lowish?
Astoria had been on edge lately. Although she wasn't inherently bad at lying, she didn't much enjoy doing it either, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up with the stories she had told other people. Terence had stepped up- he had been her alibi for her largest haul to date- a box full of rather expensive supplies that she knew she couldn't have taken slowly, gradually, the way she had with others, shifting vials into the pockets of her robes that she knew no one would miss. Having a lunch date with Terence Higgs had caused more of a rumor mill around the hospital than she expected, but it was easy to pretend to be playing coy rather than have to actually make something up.
Sighing, she carefully made her way down the stairs to Dean's room, trying to push the thoughts from her head for now. She knew that her parents hadn't been feeding him three solid meals per day- and she supposed by law they didn't have to, but it still felt wrong to her. She had taken to bringing extras by his room after dinner when she could, and she always left something small for breakfast by his door before she left for work in the morning, even if just an apple.
"Dean?" She knocked gently on his door, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as she passed a glance over her shoulder. She knew that her parents didn't care enough to check on Dean, but she still worried that someday she would be caught. It wasn't that she thought she would be punished for it, but the last thing she needed was her family prying in to why she cared. "It's Tori. I've got a bit of roast from this evening if you'd like it."