RP: Backstory: Hiding among Slytherins Who: Silviya & Terence When: Spring; 1992 Where: Slytherin Commonroom, Hogwarts What: Silviya's hiding place gets busted during a Slytherin victory party. Warnings: None (unless painfully obvious flirting counts?)
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It had been a damn good game. The general rule of thumb was that, had slytherin lost a match, the common room was the last possible place anyone wanted to be, players or otherwise. For Terence, it usually led to his kicking himself in the ass and pouring his heart and soul into practice more than even he was used to doing on a normal day.
Tonight, however, they were celebrating a win, a cup of... something in his hand as he looked out over the crowd with a small, bemused smile, the occasional person coming round to high-five him or give him a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. He could have sworn that Flint had just been with Silvie, but now she was nowhere in sight, Terence's gaze traveling over the crowd to try and spot her. It was times like these he wished he were taller...
Finally spotting her, a small smile came over his face as he made his way to the other side of the common room, Silvie tucked into a corner by herself, practically swallowed whole by the armchair she'd evidently found to curl up in.
"You aren't enjoying yourself nearly enough. Want me to get you something to drink?"
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Silviya looked up, her daydreaming interrupted. She had snuck away from a crowd of people congratulating Marcus, not one for big parties. She saw Terence standing just above her, looming over her chair. He was nice. A 7th year who didn't seem to mind the mousy book dork who trailed behind the team. Some of the Slytherins didn't seem so welcoming, and some just ignored her outright, but she didn't mind. After all, Marcus put up with Percy Weasley when they went into Hogwarts together, right? She could tolerate some unhappy Slytherins. Luckily, not many people seemed to know she was a halfblood; she had a secret fear that they would all treat her very differently if they knew.
But Terence was nice.
She smiled at him. "I don't really drink," she said, her smile getting smaller.
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"Well, I suppose someone has to keep a watchful, sober eye over the crowd... very responsible." Taking a small sip, Terence leaned back against the wall, legs crossed at his ankles, arms, deliberately avoiding looking at her. Not a particularly easy task, that. "Is there a reason you're hiding out here?"
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Silviya frowned, still looking up at him, despite him seemingly ignoring her even as he still spoke. "I'm not hiding out. I'm just... not big on parties, I guess." She shrugged. Especially crowds of older girls fawning over her boyfriend. Didn't Marcus see what she saw?
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"Then why come?" Glancing down at her, he cocked his head at her somewhat curiously. "Just girlfriendly obligation?" As Marcus' friend, he probably should stop right there, but... he wasn't quite that good of a person, much as he wished that wasn't entirely, painfully true, Terence shrugging softly. "Doesn't seem like he's taking his own boyfriendly obligations very seriously."
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Silvie made to laugh at his first point but then he continued and her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" Marcus might like talking Quidditch with his 'fans', and she wasn't a huge fan of the sport in general, but that didn't mean he didn't like her... Didn't mean he didn't respect her.
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"Well, if it were me," and it very clearly wasn't, Terence turning to look at her, "I would want to spend the night celebrating with you. Pretty sure it'd be hard to tear me away."
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Silvie couldn't help her blush. He was just being nice, welcoming, but it was still flattering. "He likes to go over the game all over again," Marcus wasn't what anyone would call talkative, it was one of the things she liked about him, but he would analyze his game over and over again, especially with people who wanted to do the same with him. "It makes him better."
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"Trust me, I know. I get to listen to those speeches more often than not." He throws her a wink, unable to help the smile playing on his face. "I suppose you're not a fan, then? Of Quidditch, I mean. Not his speeches."
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"He's not giving a speech," she said, always defending. "And no, not really, though I feel a little bad for even admitting that." Especially to a player.
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"You'll know if it's a speech if my teammates look bored," he chuckles before shrugging in response to her confession. "It's hardly for everybody. You go to the games; as far as I'm concerned, that's really all he can reasonably ask of you."
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She smiled, small and truly happy just to think of it, looking over at Marcus, "He doesn't ask me. He doesn't have to. He's brilliant at what he does, I would support that even if it was Gobstones."
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That made him laugh, the sound unexpected and surprising even to his own ears. He shouldn't have been smiling, let alone laughing when she was so clearly besotted with Flint, but... there he was. "For the sake of your nose, I would hope that you would not. But who am I to shut down young love?" Exactly no one, that was who.
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Silviya laughed with him, a light tinkling sound, "That would be pretty awful, wouldn't it?" But when he called it 'young love' she wrinkled her nose. "It's not 'young love'. I may be a fifth year, but I know love." She couldn't exactly say why she knew love, she just did, and she had it.
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He bit back the genuine urge to laugh at that, Terence biting his tongue instead and slowly nodding. "Yeah? Tell me about that. What is love, exactly?" He sure as fuck didn't know. Still. It would be interesting to hear her point of view on the subject matter.
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Silviya thought for a long moment, wondering for a moment why he'd rather be here in the corner with her than celebrating, but she considered his question. "It's... Okay," she sat up a bit, feeling ambitious in her answer, "So, I don't like Quidditch. Like, I don't at all, not for any particular reason, it's just not for me, and yet I go to all the games. I've learned about it, because I know it's important to him. And Marcus... He's more than Quidditch, and sometimes I'm the only one who gets to see that, but that makes it all the more... intimate, I suppose," she didn't want him getting the wrong idea about her use of the word ~intimate, but it was appropriate for what she was trying to convey.
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Her words wiped the smile off his face fairly quickly. "Sounds like it must be nice." He was quiet for a long moment, just chewing on his bottom lip. "So what does Marcus do for you that he wouldn't normally do?"
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Silvie's eyes softened, just thinking about it. "He spends time in the library, quiet." And granted, she was tutoring him, so he sort of ~had to, but that wasn't the point. It was still nice. "And he comes with me to Hogsmeade with Penelope and Percy, even though I know Percy isn't his favorite person." Seeing the two of them together always made Silvie and Penny laugh. "But Pen and Percy are my best friends," she looked back up at Terence, focused on him for real. "What about you? Anyone special?" Why ~was he just over here talking to her, of all people?
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Terence laughed, shaking his head before taking a long sip of his drink. It had stopped tasting even remotely good. "No one special." Definitely not. At any rate, he was probably too busy with Quidditch to give a girlfriend the attention she likely deserved. But... then again, so was Marcus, so he wasn't entirely certain what the difference was. Either it took a lot less effort than he thought was deserved... or Marcus was doing it wrong.
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That's a shame, she thought, he's so nice, but then said, "So why aren't you celebrating tonight? Hiding here in the corner with me..."
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Chuckling, he shrugged somewhat. "Partying isn't exactly... my thing. And I just so happen to enjoy the company." That was putting it lightly.
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Silvie blushed a little bit. "I'm not sure most of your Housemates would agree. Then again, I'm not sure most of my House would agree." Silviya had always been considered a little... odd. Too quiet, she supposed, even for Ravenclaw. But she just preferred books to people, most of the time. Unless those people were Marcus or Penelope, anyway.
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"What, about partying not being my thing, or my enjoying your company? If it's the latter, that would be a damn shame." He suspected as much, at any rate. It was unfortunate. Someone so lovely inside and out didn't deserve to think of herself as anything other than brilliant.
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"Oh, I don't blame them, I'm just a bit quiet, I guess. Penelope says I need to get out of my shell more often, but I guess I just like it this way..." She shrugged, "I think I just get caught up in my own head." She shook her head and laughed at herself. "I sound so maudlin don't I?" Maybe she should have a drink, or go see Marcus. Instead, she looked up at Terence with a smile and asked, "Do you want to sit?"
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"Believe it or not, I know what that feels like." Then again, he was lingering around the perimeter of the room when any number of people would have been more than happy to talk to the man of the hour. And yet... here he was. "You don't sound maudlin at all. I get it." Glancing down at her in that massive plush armchair, he chuckled. "Think there's enough room for me on there? I'd hate to put you in a position where you'd have to sit in my lap. Pretty sure Flint would kill me."
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With a grin she nodded, "He might," and then laughed as she smushed herself over to the side. "There's plenty of room, I promise." After all, he was the only one wanting to talk to her right now, the least she could do is move over on the chair.
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"Oh, no, definitely will. He just might not make it fatal; see, he still needs his seeker... but... no harm in maiming me just enough that Madam Pomfrey won't exactly have an easy time putting me back together in a prompt fashion." He was grinning, his statement obviously tongue-in-cheek; still, that hardly removed his very real fear over what would happen if Flint knew how he really felt. Which, right now... was largely centered around wondering how, exactly, he got lucky enough to be sitting quite this close to Silviya Capper, his arm moving to rest on the back of the armchair in a way that-- he hoped-- looked less intimate than if felt right now, Terence holding his breath despite his best efforts not to be. "Thank you."
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"Better?" She asked, now that he was sitting. At least this way he could look at her when he spoke, he seemed to have a habit of not doing that. Then again, he was a 7th year, popular, talented, maybe he just deigned her not worthy of looking at, she knew some people thought things like that.
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Merlin, she was practically nestled into the crook of his arm. As far as Terence was concerned, she may as well have been sitting in his lap; it would have made very little difference. Smiling down at her (more smirk than smile, really, but given Terence's usual demeanor, it more than counted as a smile), he slowly nodded. "Much."
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Silviya looked up just now to see Marcus looking around the room - she'd been missing from his side for a while now. "It's getting late," she said, moving just a bit further over into her side of the chair, nervous what Marcus might think if he were to see this. Not that anything improper was going on.
Looking back up at Terence, she cocked her head, "I should probably get back to Ravenclaw," she said, her tone indicating she didn't particularly want to. She was having a nice time talking to him.
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Throwing her a small smile, he slowly nodded. "Probably." After a long breath, he decided to add, "Should I have stayed standing?"
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Silvie's eyes went wide and she shook her head, "No! This isn't about that, it's your commonroom, after all, you can sit anywhere you like," she was still shaking her head and terrified she had insulted him somehow. "I just... realized the time, is all."
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"Mm." He slowly nodded, looking at her somewhat curiously. "You do know I don't bite, right?"
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Silviya laughed, a light sound that most of her classmates had probably never heard. And then she stood, her laugh dying down, "I do know, but I promise I won't tell others. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation." She place a hand on his shoulder, now that he was sitting he wasn't nearly so tall, and said, "Thanks for keeping me company tonight," with a small smile before removing her hand quickly and tucking a stray lock of long brown hair behind her ear nervously. Then the turned, with one last wave over her shoulder, and went to say goodnight to her boyfriend. With a quick kiss and a whispered word or two, she was out the dungeon door and on her way to Ravenclaw tower.