*sidesteps neatly when he nearly bumps into Anthony in the corridor* *frowns quizzically* What the hell's the matter with you, Goldstein? You've been moping around the castle all week like something crawled up your arse and died.
Well, I'm sure there are many times and places Fred really shouldn't be here. :P *loves on you*
*startles, dropping the books tucked in his arms* *opens his mouth to apologise then sees who it is and scowls, dropping down to pick up the books* *cheeks flush* Shut the fuck up, Weasley. Go torment someone else for a change.
*watches the sketchbook skitter away and he stands up suddenly, wand raised* I don't need this today. I don't need it any time but really, really not today.
*quivers against him and buries his face into the crook of Sirius' neck* What if- What if something's wrong? And he's- he's hurt? I keep dream- *closes his mouth and shakes his head*
*slips out of the Tower later that night, careful to avoid professors as she looks for Anthony on his Prefect rounds* *finally catches sight of him and moves quietly down the hall towards him, calling out softly*
*doesn't meet her eyes, his own shadowed and rimmed with dark circles* *darkly but without its normal vehemence* Expect he said things much less flattering than that.
*eyebrows shoot up at the hug but he puts his arms around her to return it after a moment's hesistation* *smiles gratefully down at her* I... *lets out a breath* My- my friend is missing. Hasn't responded to any of the owls I sent.
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*sidesteps neatly when he nearly bumps into Anthony in the corridor*
*frowns quizzically* What the hell's the matter with you, Goldstein? You've been moping around the castle all week like something crawled up your arse and died.
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*startles, dropping the books tucked in his arms*
*opens his mouth to apologise then sees who it is and scowls, dropping down to pick up the books*
*cheeks flush*
Shut the fuck up, Weasley. Go torment someone else for a change.
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Well, in that case, watch where the fuck you're going next time.
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I don't need this today. I don't need it any time but really, really not today.
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Everything all right, Anthony?
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They're... no. Not all right.
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What's wrong? Tell me.
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It's... a... a friend. CLose friend. He's... *quietly* Missing.
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He's not written back yet... Not yet...
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*nods, brows drawn together*
Yeah...
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What if- What if something's wrong? And he's- he's hurt? I keep dream- *closes his mouth and shakes his head*
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*finally catches sight of him and moves quietly down the hall towards him, calling out softly*
Anthony?
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No. You're not to be out, Ginny. It's too late.
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I know. I don't particularly care at the moment, just...
*stops in front of him, frowning a bit*
Fred told me he ran into you today. Said you were acting a bit -- well, not like yourself? I was worried.
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*doesn't meet her eyes, his own shadowed and rimmed with dark circles*
*darkly but without its normal vehemence*
Expect he said things much less flattering than that.
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*timidly*
Anthony? Are things... okay?
*bites her lip*
You look... worried...
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Hullo Susan... Things... erm... Just distracted and all, yeah?
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*suddenly hugs him, tightly*
*releases him*
*quite quiet*
Are you sure?
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*smiles gratefully down at her*
I... *lets out a breath* My- my friend is missing. Hasn't responded to any of the owls I sent.
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