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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 4, 2012 22:54:35 GMT
The weekend had been a long one to say the least. After everything that had happened Monday morning couldn't have come sooner.
The Halloween Ball on the Friday night was still the talk of the castle, and while Chase and Lachie had now sorted through their differences and were back to normal, the whispers and weird looks that they got were still more than a little distracting and disturbing. Couldn't they just get it into their heads that they weren't gay, they were just under the influence of a love potion? Heck the screaming and running away should have given that much away!
Even though Chase and Lachie were now back on friendly terms there was still one other person that Chase had yet to make amends with. Despite his best efforts to find her, Emily had still managed to remain completely out of his site. He'd spent hours on end sitting in the Great Hall on the Saturday, waiting for the time when she'd arrive to get something to eat, but it didn't happen. His first thought was that maybe she'd just gone to the kitchens, but a quick trip there and a short conversation with the house elves had quickly disproved that theory too.
Most of Sunday had been spent wandering around the school and the grounds trying to think of somewhere, anywhere, that Emily could be, but once again, he'd trailed back into his dorm just after curfew without any more luck that he'd had the previous day.
So Monday it was going to be. He just wished they their first lesson together wasn't the last one of the day...
The day dragged by slowly and each minute in lessons that Chase spent watching the hands on his watch tick by was painful. Eventually though, Defence Against the Dark Arts came around. It was just a pity that his previous lesson had over ran, making him one of the last people into the class.
Well, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. Chase's eyes settled of the back of a familiar blonde head and he noticed the empty desk behind her. Taking a quick glance around the room he realized that it was the only empty desk in the room. Lachie and Trent were busy chatting between themselves in the far corner and hadn't noticed him, so he slipped across the room unnoticed.
It caught his attention straight away that Professor Dupree was standing at the front of the room in place of their usual Professor and as Chase slipped into his seat, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. At the same time, he felt a slight rush of heat to his face and he looked away awkwardly. Even though he'd only been under the influence of the first potion for a few seconds he could still remember the thoughts that had crossed him mind vividly.
The lesson started slowly, with Professor Dupree looking somewhat distracted as she tried to explain their lesson. Chase didn't really pay attention to what she was saying. His gaze was fixed on the back of Emily's head. She still didn't know that he was there, which was probably a good thing.
As the lesson dragged on it was clear that nobody's minds' were really on the lesson being taught, as there was a lot of chattering. Chase tried to focus in on what some people were saying and it sounded like a lot of the talk was still on the Ball and the events of Friday night. No matter how much Dupree asked for silence there was still chatter. Chase had been in Dupree's lessons enough to know that she was usually a lot stricter with talking, and the fact that her requests sounded so half hearted made it clear that her head wasn't entirely in this lesson either.
Not long after the halfway mark of the double lesson passed it was clear that there wasn't going to be any silence in the room, and Dupree pretty much gave up asking for it. Instead, she asked them all to make notes from a chapter of their books, and she went and sat down at the desk, drifting out of focus as her mind was clearly somewhere else. The volume in the room rose by a few notches and Chase sat back in his chair, eyes never leaving Emily's head.
Now would be a perfect chance to talk to her... if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that the girls on the table nearest them were two of the biggest gossip mouths of the school, and he didn't really want to be saying anything that they could hear and twist to spread around the school.
Sighing, he scribbled mindlessly on the scraps of parchment on the desk in front of him.
Parchment!
He grinned as the idea came to him. A note would be a much easier way to talk to her without actually saying anything. He put his head down and set to work, a lot of scribblings out as he battled to find the right words to say.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 4, 2012 23:59:35 GMT
The weekend had gone by painfully slow for Emily, but she hadn't wished for it to end. Facing a week full of classes was not something she wanted to do, she wanted to remain locked away in the safety of her room, her bed. Not once had she left it since Friday night. After escaping the courtyard and the horror she'd witnessed, Emily hadn't once left the confines of her bed. Ignoring the words of her room mates she'd stayed trapped behind the curtains, buried beneath her duvet allowing them to believe whatever they wanted.
It was no surprise they all believed she was distraught over seeing Lachie and Chase together. If only they knew the truth, then maybe they'd understand. Was she upset over that, of course she was but was it the reason she wanted to hide, fade away, no.
Emily doubted she'd gotten more than an hours sleep since Friday. Every time she'd closed her eyes, she'd seen the Professor being dragged away, she'd hear the voice of the man who'd plagued her dreams for weeks now and not only did she see herself being tortured, now the faces of her friends and family were made to suffer to, as well as poor Professor Dawlish. It made her physically ache, physically sick to know what he was probably going through and there was absolutely nothing she could do to aid him. Was it selfish that she kept her mouth shut, probably, and she hated herself for it but again, she couldn't risk those she loved being hurt, she couldn't...
She'd skipped breakfast, not having time for it when she realised how late she was. Emily knew how bad she must look, her hair a little more unkempt than usual, there were likely to me dark marks beneath her eyes, and her stomach ached from lack of food. As well as not sleeping, the hiding out in her room meant she hadn't eaten anything really, save for an apple on Saturday.
Rubbing a hand across her stomach, Emily paid no mind to the class as she entered, moving almost robotic-ally, simply going through the motions, just glad it was the last one of the day and the one she'd been dreading the most. Professor Dupree was overseeing the class, and Emily found she couldn't even look at the other Professor for too long. She looked tired, worried and Emily instantly knew the teachers story about Professor Dawlish being ill was simply a cover up. Just looking at the Professor you'd be able to tell, she looked as though she was barely holding it together, and Emily felt her guilt increase tenfold. Looking down at her desk she closed her eyes, fighting back the tears threatening to fall and feeling her head throb painfully.
Releasing a slow calming breath that did very little to ease the emotional tsunami rushing through her, Emily did as Professor Dupree instructed and opened her book. Feeling eyes on her she had glanced to the side, shooting a glare at a couple of gossips sat close to her, setting them both off into a fit of giggles. One pointed to something behind Emily, but she was past the point of caring and instead just turned back to her book, not really hearing anything being said around her. Neither was anyone else apparently as they all blatantly ignored the Professor who eventually gave up trying to get the students to settle down. Her heart not into it as she dropped down into the teachers chair and began to watch the clock, same as Emily, both wishing the time to move a little bit faster.
All too soon Emily though felt her eyes drifting closed even as the chatter around her grew louder. Ignoring them though she crossed her arms on the desk and rested her head atop of them, her body relaxing as she drifted off quickly. Though no sooner had she relaxed and fell asleep, she woke up with a start. A gasp escaping her lips, her hands trembling as she looked to her right sharply, quickly realising where she was and calming down. She'd heard his voice again, shaking her head she blew out a breath and pulled her parchment and book towards her, if she wasn't getting any sleep she sure as hell was going to take some notes to keep her distracted enough till the time came to escape..
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 5, 2012 16:27:02 GMT
For several long minutes, Chase stared down at the blank parchment in front of him and tried to ignore the obvious sniggers from the gossiping girls at the next table. They were really distracting but he tried not to listen and focus in on his thoughts and what it was that he needed to say to Emily. There were a lot of scratchings out and he was in no way happy with the final note, but he just didn't know what words he needed to make this right.
Emily,
About the other night I don't know wha
Hear me out, please. Friday night shouldn't have been the way it
I don't even know if you'll read beyond this line, or even read this line at all
I need to talk to you.
I have no idea whether you want to even see me right now but I need you to know the truth about what happened at the ball. Please, if you read this then
There's nothing between me and Lachie. It was a love potion in the punch and it was my fault. I meant everything that I said to you before the ball and I like you too much to let you go right now.
Write back to me?
I don't expect you to forgive and forget it like nothing happened but please let me tell you the full story. I don't want to let you slip away from me so soon.
love Chase x
The more he reread it the more he knew that it just didn't do the job that he needed it to and while he considered writing it again neater he knew that if he did he'd end up writing it from scratch, and he just didn't know how to do it right. With a sigh, he folded the piece of parchment in half and wrote Emily's name on the back of it. Glancing over at her he could see that she had her head on her arms and she appeared to be sleeping. Chase frowned. Hadn't she slept over the weekend? The girls on the next table were absorbed in whatever it was they were doing and it didn't look as if anyone else around the room was looking his way or paying him the slightest bit of attention. Good. Pulling his wand from his pocket he mutter a quiet charm under his breath. "Wingardium Leviosa..." The small note lifted a few inches into the air and hovered, waiting till he flicked his wand in Emily's direction where it drifted to silently, lowering itself so that the corner tucked into her textbook, safe from any sudden commotion or winds should the class room door open or something. Chase slipped his wand back into his pocket and sat back to wait until she woke.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 5, 2012 16:52:59 GMT
 Emily rubbed her eyes tiredly, managing to stifle a yawn as she leant over to her bag to retrieve her parchment and quill. Sitting back up she let her eyes drift around the classroom, half smiling when she saw Trent and Lachie talking animatedly amongst themselves. Sighing quietly to herself, she tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear, and opened her text book, taking a few moments to flick through to the right page before something caught her eye. Frowning, she lowered her quill and reached out to pull loose the piece of folded up parchment sticking out of the corner of her book.
Almost instantly she recognised the writing and her shoulders tensed slightly as she turned to glance around, her eyes flickering over her shoulder were she saw him. Chase, when had he sat down behind her...she hadn't even seen him come in. Turning back around in her seat, Emily ignored the horrid pang in her chest and looked down at the note between her fingers. Biting down on her lip she shook her head and placed it under the textbook, picking up her quill again.
For five long minutes she took notes like asked by the teacher, ignoring the urge to read the note, but soon enough she caved and slid it out from beneath the book. Unfolding it she began to read, noting how many times he'd restarted. So it had been the love potion...did it matter...for some reason even knowing he hadn't been able to help himself didn't make her feel any better. In fact it made her feel slightly worse...it was only thanks to seeing him and Lachie kissing, she'd ran out of the hall...if that hadn't of happened she wouldn't have seen what she did, been put under the imperious curse...met the man who'd almost killed her...
Shaking her head, Emily ran a tongue of her lips, she picked up her quill and wrote on the bottom of the parchment, Full story? It was the love potion I get it...don't need to say anything else x Sighing quietly she refolded the note then turned and without looking at him placed it on his desk. Turning back she opened her text book again and tried to focus on note taking, though her thoughts drifted between Chase and what had happened after she left the ball. She wanted nothing more than to stick around and talk to him but she knew a few minutes alone with him and she'd likely spill everything that happened and that in turn put him in danger.
Sighing again she dropped her quill and let her head fall forward as she closed her eyes, using her fingers to rub soothing circles onto the temples of her head...
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 5, 2012 23:13:30 GMT
It could only have been a few minutes later that Emily woke again with a gasp and looked around. Chase had fallen asleep in random places enough times to know the split second 'where the hell am I?' feeling that came with waking in unexpected places.
He watched as she pulled her textbook towards her, only noticing his note after turned several pages. The way her shoulders tensed up told him pretty much everything he needed to know. She really didn't want to speak with him did she? The quick glance over her shoulder to him and away again proved that point too. He'd really messed up.
Part of him wished he hadn't bothered with the note and just waited till the end of class to talk to her but it was too late now. He watched as she shoved the parchment under her book and started to take notes and he let his head drop to the table. Well... this was a great start.
Making notes on some stupid topic was the last thing he wanted to do so he didn't bother doing it. He doubted that Dupree would care anyway. She looked way too distracted by something today.
He didn't really know or care how long he sat that way for, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before it was beginning to hurt his neck and he sat up a bit, elbows still on the desk, hands on the back of his neck, and looking down at the table.
It was as he was looking down that he saw something land on the table just at the edges of his vision and his gaze shot straight to it. A reply. At last.
Before picking it up he looked back at Emily, who had turned back in her seat and opened her textbook. She didn't seem entirely focused, but then neither was he. It was only when she moved again to start taking notes that he snapped out of his haze and grabbed the note she'd passed back. It was short and simple.
Chase sighed and pondered over what to write in reply and finally settled on something. He tore out another scrap of parchment and wrote on it.
I never know how to put things down in words. I want to explain properly. Talk to me? xxx
Again, Chase folded it over and scribbled a large 'E' on the back of it. Looking up he saw that Emily had once again stopped making notes. Chase frowned and wondered if there was more on her mind that he thought there was.
Leaning right forward in his seat and part way over the desk, Chase flicked the piece of parchment as best he could in her direction.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 6, 2012 23:08:06 GMT
Emily had long since given up on trying to take notes and had instead taken to sketching. There was no set picture in her mind, really it was just a habit, she wasn't even aware of what she was drawing only that it soothed her racing mind if only for a few moments. Her eyes had glazed over as she allowed her mind to drift somewhere far away. She began to think of home but had to quickly erase those thoughts from her head, as she wanted nothing more then to go home to her parents right now.
It wasn't too long after she shook the thoughts of her parents from her head that she heard slight movement behind her, followed by the feeling of being hit with something. Frowning she turned to look at Chase briefly, before lowering her eyes to the folded up note on the floor. Leaning over she plucked the note from the floor before she straightened herself in her seat once more and unfolding it. Letting her eyes skim over the note twice she sighed quietly, picking up her quill to add a note to the bottom:
After class. Five minutes. I have a lot of studying to do x
For a moment she looked down at what she'd put with a frown, in fact she had no studying to do. She fully intended to try and sleep but again knew how that would likely pan out, or maybe she should try dinner after all the last decent thing she'd eaten had been Friday. Licking her bottom lip she folded up the note and turned slightly in her chair to pass it back to Chase, though her eyes caught on the two gaping gossips, watching her on the other table.
"You know what they say about pictures is true...they last longer..." she snapped, shooting a glare at them both and watching for a moment as the two girls quickly turned away from watching the exchange. Shaking her head Emily dropped the note onto Chase's table and turned back around in her chair. Normally she'd ignore girls like the ones sat across from her, and there was no way she'd usually snap like that but as one could see, she wasn't feeling her normal self today. Shaking her head, Emily tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and picked up her pencil to continue with her sketch.
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 6, 2012 23:37:46 GMT
 Well he managed to miss the desk, but thankfully it had still gone far enough that she was aware of it. He watched as she opened and read it, then thankfully grabber her quill to reply. At least she wasn't going to ignore him which was always a good thing.
She turned to drop the note back on his desk but before she could do so it was clear her attention had gone to the two girls at the next table. He'd noticed them and they were annoying him, but he wasn't about to say anything to him. Thankfully, he didn't have to. Emily did.
Chase raised an eyebrow. "Good one," he muttered quietly, not sure if it was loud enough for her to hear. Well, at least it made the girls get their noses out of their business for a while. Not that it would last long, he was sure.
The note landed on the table in front of him and he flipped it open quickly to read it. She was going to talk to him! Yippee! Chase breathed out a sigh of release. He'd half been expecting an outright no, but a five minutes would do... he hoped he could talk to her for more than the five though, so he'd better think out what to say is he was going to convince her. Who really needed to study anyway?
He let the note drop to the table, not really knowing whether there was anything to write back to that. Glancing over at her he could see her hand moving across parchment, but her textbook was closed, and the motion didn't mimic writing. Drawing, perhaps?
He leaned forward in his seat and tried to peer over her shoulder to see what she was doing, and caught a glimpse of a dark figure wearing a mask on the page... What was that about? It was so... dark... something on her mind? The image of Emily and Lachlan in their hospital beds in St Mungo's flashed to the front of his mind. Was she still thinking about the attack? But... that was ages ago... Well, not ages, but a while now. But he'd seen her loads since she'd been back and while sure, she looked a bit down and a bit jumpy at times, she wasn't anywhere near as bad now as when she'd first come back. So why draw this now? Had something else happened? He planned to find out... somehow.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 7, 2012 0:01:31 GMT
Emily's hand glided across the page with extreme ease and practice. Still her mind didn't click onto what she was drawing, not even when it was plainly obvious. It seemed familiar, but where had she seen it before? In a dream? As she finally finished the drawing she lowered her pencil, closing her eyes briefly only to flinch violently at the images she saw. Refocusing on the page, with her mind finally caught up she could see the picture for what it was...or who it was...
A Death Eater.
The same monster who'd attacked her twice now. The same monster who'd left her feeling terrified and violated had come out on parchment. Rubbing her eyes tiredly Emily shook her head and released a tired sigh. Though as the end of class bell sounded she jump again, startled slightly. Professor Dupree was the first out of the door, surprising not only Emily but many of the other students as well. Emily knew Dupree was aware of Professor Dawlish's disappearance now, and she prayed he was found alive soon. He had a good chance right, being not only an ex Auror but a Professor of DADA. He'd be fine. He had to be.
Shaking her head, Emily remained in her seat as the rest of her classmates began to file out the room. Slowly she packed her books away, her eyes lingering on the picture of the dark figure that haunted her dreams for a moment before she finally looked back at Chase. The last student finally left, closing the door behind them and just like that Chase and Emily were alone.
Though it didn't fill her with the same excitement as it usually would. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she rubbed her eyes then looked away from him, "Okay we're alone, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked quietly, standing up from her seat to finish packing her bag. It would be so easy to tell him now, tell him what was going on but she wouldn't risk his life like that, no she could handle this secret, even if it was eating her up inside. Sighing quietly, she leaned back against the desk with her bag resting neatly beside her and waited for Chase to talk...
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 7, 2012 14:17:03 GMT
The rest of the lesson passed so damn slowly that Chase couldn't even sit still, and he had to fight to stop himself from growling with frustration. How much longer could there be?
So many things were racing through his mind. So many things he wanted to say. To do. Do and say to Emily. He wanted to say the right words. He wanted them to forget everything that had happened on Friday and just remember everything that they'd done and been together before then. He wanted to hold her close and kiss her and smell her hair and tell her that everything was okay and that he-
And that he what? The thought was gone before he had the chance to clamp down on it, but whatever it had been it left a strange feeling inside of him. No, he wasn't about to dwell on it.
What felt like an eternity later, the bell finally rang to signal the end of the class and Chase breathed out a huge sigh of relief. Finally. Finally he could talk to Emily like he'd been wanting to every minute since he'd first snapped out of the enchantment he'd been under with the love potion.
Professor Dupree was the first one out of the door and pretty much every student in the room noticed, all heads following her out, and being left sitting in a stunned sort of silence for a few seconds before they all started shuffling out of the door after her.
Slowly, Chase shoved the few things that he had out into his bag and pushed it across the desk. He kept his head down and hoped that Lachie and Trent left without trying to talk to him. That was the last thing he needed right now. All he wanted was some time alone with Emily so that they could talk.
Well, Lachie knew of the whole situation so hopefully he'd notice Chase's plan to talk to Em and steer himself and Trent out of the room.
The room cleared out fast, but it didn't feel nearly fast enough. Eventually though, the door clicked behind the last student and they were alone.
"Okay we're alone, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Chase watched her as she stood there putting things slowly in her bag, still refusing to look at him. "Everything."
Standing up sharply he half dived onto his desk to lean over to hers and snag the picture she'd been drawing off it to take a close look, before holding it up between them. "But first I think I want to know what all this is about."
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 7, 2012 14:38:07 GMT
"Everything."
Emily shook her head, her comment about five minutes being too short a time to talk about everything, died on her lips when as she reached for her picture to put it away, it was snatched right off the table. Her eyes widened slightly as she turned around fully to face Chase, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. Really she wasn't sure why she hadn't just tossed it aside after drawing it like she should have. He looked closely at the picture before holding it out between them, his eyes once again back on her.
"It's just a drawing Chase...doesn't mean...anything..." she licked her lips, avoiding looking at the picture and instead looked to a spot on Chase's shoulder. Blowing out a breath she reached out to take the picture from him, avoiding looking straight at him, for fear she'd tell him everything and in turn risk his life. "Look what is it you wanted me to stay here for...I know it was a love potion okay so what else is there to say?" she asked, turning back around when she had tucked the drawing in her bag, not sure why she was hanging onto it.
Again she sat on the edge of her desk, and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Not only because she was hungry, but tired to. She looked at Chase, but somehow managed to avoid looking directly at him. "I can't do this...not now...I'm too tired and um...there's a lot...there's too much going on at the moment Chase, more drama is not what I need..." she said brushing her hair back behind her ear, and rubbing her neck slightly, maybe she sounded too harsh, she didn't know.
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 7, 2012 15:04:41 GMT
It was only when he snagged the picture Emily had drawn that she turned and looked at him, but the look that crossed her face told him enough to know that she didn't want him to see it. Even though she said it was just a drawing, Chase didn't believe it. She wasn't acting like it was just a drawing as she look it back from him and turned to put it in her bag alongside the rest of her things. She still wouldn't look at him but he said nothing.
"Look what is it you wanted me to stay here for...I know it was a love potion okay so what else is there to say?"
Now that the whole thing with that picture had happened, Chase didn't feel too much like answering. He wanted answers more than he wanted to give explanations. "I wanted you to stay here so I could talk to you, because no matter where I've looked these past few days I haven't been able to find you anywhere."
Emily sat on her edge of her desk with her arms wrapped around her, and even though she looked at him, the look was distant, as if she wasn't really looking at him.
"I can't do this...not now...I'm too tired and um...there's a lot...there's too much going on at the moment Chase, more drama is not what I need..."
"Em..." He didn't have a clue what to say. Now that he got a close look at her a myriad of words to describe the way she looked raced through his mind. Small, would fit, since she seemed to be so...closed in on herself... Broken, perhaps? There had to be more on her mind that just what had happened between them. More than that, she looked frail. She looked like at any moment she really would break. Around her eyes were dark and her face looked drawn, not like her usual self at all. Suddenly, he just wanted to pull her close to him and not let her go.
He slid himself fully over and off his desk so that he stood in the gap between them. Stepping closer to her, he raised one hand and gently touched her face. "Em..." He didn't know what to say to her, he really didn't. "Come down to the kitchens with me? Forget dinner in the hall. Come eat with me. You look like you need it..." Well, he hadn't seen her at lunch or dinner or anything in the Great Hall over the weekend...
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 8, 2012 15:31:59 GMT
"you haven't been able to find me Chase because I've been in my common room, a lot of studying to do remember," she said, finally looking at him, not adding that if he'd really wanted to talk to her he would have made an effort to come to the common room. Then again would she have spoken to him? Probably not sadly...all she wanted was for things to go back to normal between them but she was scared and a little upset because if that kiss hadn't have happened she never would have been out in the courtyard.
Running a hand through her hair she looked at him, really not up for arguing or explaining what was wrong with her. She could understand why he was questioning her there was no doubt in her mind she looked rough. Chase slid over his desk to stand in the gap between them, he said her name softly as his hand came to rest gently against her cheek and Emily had to fight the urge to sink into his touch.
"Chase I don't want to go the kitchens...thankyou..." she sighed gently pushing his hand down off her cheek, reluctant for the distance, as proven when her hand lingered on his for a moment before she spoke again, "look that isn't why you asked me to stick around, so what did you want to talk about?" she asked softly.
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 8, 2012 19:36:29 GMT
 "That's nonsense. It's the start of November. No class gives out that much work at this time of year." Which was true. It was only after christmas and when exam periods were nearing that the professors dished out a ton of work to do. "You're hardly ever in your dorm when there's something on your mind. I might not have known you that long but I've picked up on that much. You haven't even left to eat, have you?"
Emily pushed his hand from her face but didn't immediately drop her arm. After a few seconds he dropped his first and said nothing. His voice softened. "Please, Em. Come and eat with me. There's still sweets left from Halloween..." Well, what was left that he hadn't lugged back to the common room to get him back in Lachie's good books. He knew Emily had a sweet tooth - Lachie had been the one to tell him. It worked with him, now why not try the same trick with Emily? Heck he'd try anything...
Chase sighed. True. He did ask her here to talk about what happened on Friday. But now he could tell that something was bothering her enough to stop her eating, and for her to push him away and continue to turn away food... Still, he owed her answers. The full story. And an explaination of some of the things that were said. "I want you to know the full story. And I want to explain everything. I really do. And I don't want to put it off any longer... But... I don't want to do it here..."
He grabbed her bag from off the desk beside her and his from his desk, then reached out for her hand, silently hoping that she wouldn't pull away again. "Come on Em, please. We can talk about it over flapjack and strawberry jelly and sherbet whizzbangers."
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Post by Emily Prescott on Apr 11, 2012 19:25:25 GMT
"Some of us want to pass our OWL's Chase, the only way that's happening for me is if I study non stop..." she replied quickly running a hand through her hair, feeling a headache already forming once again. Sighing she turned away from Chase for a moment before looking back at him with a frown, was this what he wanted her to stick around for? To talk about how tired she seemed, she wasn't in the mood for that.
Though looking at Chase she could feel her resolve slipping, especially when he used the term Em, not babe, not anything else, just Em. It was that and the talk of sweets that made her turn back to him. Biting down on her lip she closed her eyes for a moment before nodding her head, though she wasn't sure she wanted to risk going down to the kitchens...though what were the chances that Death Eater would find them there. Was she just being paranoid now....probably...but could you really blame her?
Before she could even attempt to reach for her own bag Chase had picked it up, retrieving his own before holding his hand out to her. She looked away from his face then down to his hand, releasing a small breath, her eyes flickering back up to his face before she nodded her head again. "Throw in some triple choc fudge ice cream and I'm all ears..." she told him, with a very small smile. After a few moments of debate she finally reached out and slipped her hand into his, feeling herself relax ever so slightly.
"Maybe we could go somewhere other than the kitchens though, just incase he...I mean, with the elves there it's not exactly the most private place for us to talk..." she said, mentally kicking herself for nearly slipping up like that, as much as she wanted to confide in him, she couldn't risk his life in such a way.
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Post by Chase Connors on Apr 11, 2012 20:21:00 GMT
There seemed to be a lot of hesitation before Emily finally reacted and responded to his question. Chase felt like he'd held his breath the whole time, not daring to breathe. If she didn't want to talk and hear him out now, if they didn't have this conversation... then where would that leave them? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. All that he really wanted was to make this last weekend go away and have everything go back to exactly how it was last week.
He kept his eyes on her face and waited to see if she would even look at him, but she'd barely flicker a glance. Surely this wasn't all because of what happened with him and Lachie with the love potion. There was definitely something else going on. Still... that didn't mean that he didn't want to clear the air about the Lachie thing, it just wasn't the only thing.
"Triple choc fudge it is. We'll even ask for extra chocolate sauce and some strawberries. Come on. Let's go." He returned her smile with a lopsided one of his own, letting out a sigh of relief when she finally took his hand.
"Maybe we could go somewhere other than the kitchens though, just incase he...I mean, with the elves there it's not exactly the most private place for us to talk..."
Chase had started to take a few steps towards the door but stopped abruptly in his tracks, spinning back around to face her. "What?" Well, they had to go to the kitchens to get the food in the first place but... well, sure they could go sit somewhere else. It was more the 'he' part that caught his attention. "'He' who, Em? What's going on?"
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