scott sullivan ϟ harry potter (starkidpotter) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-07-19 17:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | gillian forbes, scott sullivan |
Who: Scott Sullivan and Gillian Forbes
What: The most awkward camping trip everrrr!
Where: The Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts
When: Thursday evening, July 19th, 2012
Warnings: Awkward. Awkward. Awkward.
For the life of him, Scott couldn't understand why he'd agreed to this. On the surface, it was a perfectly innocent idea. Simple, even. Go camping on the Quidditch pitch for a night instead of sleeping in the castle. It would be a nice break between plans and meetings, almost like a vacation, except for the part where he was camping with Gillian. In a tent. For a whole night. That wasn't a vacation, that was Scott's worst nightmare, for reasons that were too ridiculous to even fathom. For one, he'd basically been living with her since February, something that was supposed to be temporary and then somehow... wasn't. He'd spent almost every day with her for nearly five months now, but nights? Nights were different.
You couldn't really dance around a night together like this. Tents were problematic. They didn't have doors he could retreat behind after the clock passed a certain hour, and the lack of those physical boundaries made the unspoken ones a little harder to discern. And it wasn't because he didn't know how he felt about Gillian. He knew. He definitely, definitely knew, and the fact that Harry still loved Ginny was only a small part of it. Scott just really liked Gillian, had since the first time they'd met. That was a problem, too. They were fighting a war, and Gillian... Gillian was a friend. Just a friend.
Yet trying to remind himself of that was basically impossible from the moment they made the trek out out to the pitch. The sun was just beginning to set, and Scott was being awkward as hell, mostly because he was trying not to be. It was actually kind of painful, but at least they had a brief reprieve when Scott decided to put the tent up without magic. Or he thought he had a reprieve until he realized how that sounded right after he said it out loud, and then it was awkward all over again. And then the tent was up, and Scott didn't know what to do. So he took one look at Gillian, mumbled a self-conscious, "I'll... be right back," and ducked inside the tent like it was last refuge on the planet.
It didn't help. For a second he just stood there in the middle of the tent, doing absolutely nothing except silently panic. He groaned to himself and, seeing his bag on the floor, quickly took his shirt off and knelt down to rummage through his stuff to find a new one. Because that was a good excuse for hiding from the girl he had an obvious crush on. He rolled his eyes at himself. "God. Teenager flashbacks."