Helena Ravenclaw (bornraven) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-08-09 20:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred weasley, helena ravenclaw |
Who: Fred and Helena
What: Talking about things.
When: Monday night, incredibly late. Possibly Tuesday morning.
Where: Fred's Bungalow #5!
Rating/Status: PG for cuteness! / Complete!
Helena couldn't sleep. It had been nearly three days since the last time she slept for more then a few minutes at a time. Friday night, into Saturday morning. Maybe a quick nap Saturday afternoon, but nothing more then two hours then. Saturday night she couldn't sleep. It was then that she had decided to talk to Anton on Sunday. She had to plan every single thing she was going to say, how she was going to say it. She had to be ready to face him, because, she was terrified. Sunday night she had stayed up analysing every single word they had said to each other, the anger and the sadness that he had displayed, despite the fact that he had tried so hard not to show anything. That's just how he was, the Baron. Now, Monday night? Now she was thinking about talking to Fred in the morning. She had to do the same thing, think of every single thing she had to say to him, make sure it was right and wouldn't come off in the wrong ways.
But, despite all the thinking she was doing, nothing was coming to fruition. Helena knew that this conversation couldn't be planned in advance. She didn't know Fred like she knew Anton. She knew what he would say and how he would react, and the things he would say. It had all been planned. She didn't know Fred like that. She wasn't sure she wanted to. It was a bit dull, knowing how a conversation was going to go, knowing all the different possibilities. There was something exciting about the unknown that was presenting itself with Fred. And it was scary. What if he had decided over the past couple of days that she wasn't worth it, that he didn't want her around as much as she had been?
It was these thoughts that was preventing sleep from taking over. And so, maybe it was the lack of sleep, it probably was, that drove her from her bed, a newly lit candle in hand, and down the block to Fred's. It was late, insanely late. And in the beginning of the week. They would all have work tomorrow, and so, everyone should have been asleep. Helena had the creeping feeling she was the only one who was awake.
And that became a problem when she finally found herself outside of Fred's bungalow. She didn't want to wake up his roommates. She didn't really want to wake him up either. But she also didn't want to stay outside all night and she couldn't very well go back to her place and continue to fret over this discussion which they needed to have. She knew that if she talked to Fred, she'd be able to sleep the rest of the night peacefully. Next thing she knew, Helena was knocking on the door. She didn't remember raising her hand or the first few taps against the door. But there it was, she couldn't go back now.