RP: All your wangsts are belong to us.

[emmmsies]

Date: 29th November 1976
Characters: Em and Dedsies
Status: Private.
Summary: After the events of the party, Em is out by herself, wangsting. Or, well. So she thinks.
Status: Incomplete

Em stared out at the lake. It was far after-hours and she was well-aware of the fact, but for some reason she didn't care. She also didn't care about the fact that it

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[dedsies]

Hogwarts was always...an enjoyable place. Dedalus would be a liar if he said he hated the whole bloody castle. Sure, classes were always boring and he basically never paid any attention in them, but outside of classes it was still FUN. It was the GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH besides Emmeline's house. It was...a home away from home and if that was what the founders had in mind, then they did a good job creating the school.

However...people cannot always be at home. People need time off. Holidays in order to collect thoughts and clear the head before going back to life at home. That was Dedalus that night. Tossing and turning in his bed until his mattress became foreign to him. Every thread, every spring, every pillow, and every blanket was too worn in and too impersonal. He wanted out; that escape that people needed now and then. It did not faze him that it was so late in the evening and he was getting dressed as if he were going on a Hogsmeade trip. Dedalus topped it all off with his favorite purple top hat and headed out the Ravenclaw

[emmmsies]

She'd been thinking... about all sorts of things, until she was jolted out of her reverie as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Oh, great. Someone caught her out after-hours. Turning to see who was about to give her an earful, whether it was Lily, or Filch, or someone similar, she paused.

...oh.

Letting out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, Em looked at the ground. "Might be nice," she muttered under her breath, turning back to look out over the lake.

"You, er, might not want to sit down in the grass. It's still damp from that shower earlier," she said, still not looking at him, and still very aware of the fact that she was sitting in said grass and just... didn't care enough to get up or... not sit down in the first place. This was her time to think and be emo, so what if she got wet?

... and down came a drop of rain on her arm. Hmmm. Looking up at the sky, another one fell on her forehead.

Oh well.

[dedsies]

Emmeline was not throwing any rocks at his head nor did she tell him to sod off. This was a nice start. She did not even sound bitter! Did she know this was Dedalus Diggle in her presence? She must know. Dedalus had latched himself onto her arm for so many years now. It was hard to not recognise his voice. Hopefully.

This was another command, wasn't it? As much as Dedalus would like to plop down on the grass next to her, she didn't want him to. He had to oblige. He was trying to make a point. Dedalus sighed and settled for leaning against the tree instead though he could not help himself asking, "If it's so wet, why're you sitting down? I...could always lend you my coat, you know."

[emmmsies]

"I know." She kept her eyes trained at the lake and the horizon, but, despite her best attempts, she couldn't keep herself from shivering, her hands wrapping around herself to grip onto her arms. It was cold. He was right. She should probably accept. Argh.

Licking her lips slowly, she finally looked up at him, lending him a small smile. "I've been having these dreams..." she shook her head, "...can't sleep. Didn't think it would be all that bad if I caught pneumonia or died or something from the cold. Anyway, a little cold and a little water won't hurt. Not made of sugar, and all that. Think it'll shower again."

More to the night, or herself, (anyone but Dedalus, really), she added, quietly, "I've been so confused lately."