Against his better judgment, she was sleeping and heard the sound of the knocking. At first she groaned gently, but her stomach twisted in an effort to force her into waking up. Pressing her hands against the bed, she lifted herself off the bed and moved out and placed her tanktop back on. Leaning down, she grabbed her pyjama pants and pulled them up and walked in the direction of the door.
She really didn't know what to expect and hadn't even seen him since she gave him the love potion, she felt the need to avoid him somewhat after that. Twisting the handle, she opened her eyes and shook her head,"...Cedric?" She said strangely, having been partially asleep when she arrived at the door, she didn't have the mind power to calculate fear and anxiety yet.
Cedric smiled. He took in her slightly disshelved appearance and immediately felt even more guilty. "Hello, Merope," he greeted her with a smile. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come by so late..."
He swifted his feet awkwardly. "If you want," he said, "I can come back tomorrow. During the day or something. I shouldn't have come by so late." He shook his head, mainly at himself for his lack of consideration. of course she'd be a sleep. Unlike him, she probably wasn't plagued with insomnia. Even with a sleeping Mariette in his bed, he still couldn't sleep well. He just chalked it up to the town and being alive again. He had left Marietta sleeping sounding and came to see his friend. "I'm sorry," he said again, genuinely.
Merope ruffled her hand in her black hair, so it rested a little flatter instead of crazy,"Mhm..don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. You can come in..." She leaned her lazy body against the door for a moment, closing her eyes as she waited for him to pass by her. Whenever he was inside, she turned the light on and walked into the kitchen, opening cabinets until she found a pot and filled it with water. After a moment, she set it on the stove and went back to her couch, leaned down and rested back,"....Why come over so late? I'm sure you have alot of stuf you'd rather be doing.." She sighed.
"Thank you." Cedric entered her home, glad to see that the furniture had arrived that she had purchased when he went shopping with her.
He looked over her at her when she spoke again. "Actually, I'm often plagued with insomnia, so I don't have other stuff to doing including sleeping. Like I seem to be keep you from," he added the last bit with guilt dripping from his tone. He tried to contain it, but he couldn't. Here he was waking Merope up. It was rude. But at least she was being polite and taking it in stride. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I guess you can say I like the night." He shrugged.
Clearing his throat quickly, he surged on, "So how have you been? Sorry I haven't been around in awhile. I've had my two-week stint working and all."
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She really didn't know what to expect and hadn't even seen him since she gave him the love potion, she felt the need to avoid him somewhat after that. Twisting the handle, she opened her eyes and shook her head,"...Cedric?" She said strangely, having been partially asleep when she arrived at the door, she didn't have the mind power to calculate fear and anxiety yet.
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He swifted his feet awkwardly. "If you want," he said, "I can come back tomorrow. During the day or something. I shouldn't have come by so late." He shook his head, mainly at himself for his lack of consideration. of course she'd be a sleep. Unlike him, she probably wasn't plagued with insomnia. Even with a sleeping Mariette in his bed, he still couldn't sleep well. He just chalked it up to the town and being alive again. He had left Marietta sleeping sounding and came to see his friend. "I'm sorry," he said again, genuinely.
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He looked over her at her when she spoke again. "Actually, I'm often plagued with insomnia, so I don't have other stuff to doing including sleeping. Like I seem to be keep you from," he added the last bit with guilt dripping from his tone. He tried to contain it, but he couldn't. Here he was waking Merope up. It was rude. But at least she was being polite and taking it in stride. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I guess you can say I like the night." He shrugged.
Clearing his throat quickly, he surged on, "So how have you been? Sorry I haven't been around in awhile. I've had my two-week stint working and all."
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