Who: Rabastan and Amycus What: A talk about rumors, and other things When: around 10pm Where: Slytherin Commonroom Rating: PG Status: Incomplete
This whole thing was starting to give him a complex. It felt like no matter where Rabastan went every eye in the school followed him, tracking his every move, judging him. He couldn't stand it, and had fled to the roof the moment classes had ended. He spent hours duplicating, with perfect detail, exactly what he saw around him. Realism had never been his style, but when his head was this muddled it helped to paint only things that actually existed.
Eventually it got cold enough that even Amycus' heating charms (he'd asked Am to cast them a few years ago, since his own were so feeble) couldn't keep out the winters seeking fingers, and he packed up his brushes and headed inside. The castle was quiet this late, and he had to keep a wary eye out to avoid Filch, but he made it back to the common room without incident.
Amycus was sprawled out in front of the fire, a dark look on his face, and Rab almost just kept going. All this talk of their relationship, it threw him more than he cared to admit. It was hard enough dealing with these, these feelings without the whole school talking about it. He didn't though, instead circling around and settling himself down beside his friend.