RP: Bedtime

[poisoned_quill]

Who: Rita, Neville (ghost?)
When: Monday Nov 5, night
Where: Bedroom 1
Rating: PG
Summary: Rita and Neville get ready for bed.
Status: Complete

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[nevilletherebel]

Neville pulled off his socks and glanced towards the door cautiously. This was awkward... He wasn't a terribly public person, and yet Rita had forced it out of him at every moment. Now Big Brother was enjoying the game too. It was despicable. He pulled off his trousers carefully, pulling his legs into the blankets, then pulling his jumper up over his head. He reconsidered the T-shirt, and decided to leave it on anyway, just as he'd planned, tossing the jumpers down to the floor beside his jumper.

He still felt naked.

Looking up when Rita came in, Neville pulled the blankets more selfconsciously up around his chest, sinking down further under them. He felt so utterly wrong, tucked in here like this.

[poisoned_quill]

Rita didn't know why she closed the bedroom door behind her. There wasn't anyone else in the house, and it wasn't as though they could hide from the public by closing the door. Still, it was an illusion of privacy, wasn't it? And turning around and opening it again now would make her look like a fool.

When she saw Neville laying there looking like someone had petrified him, she wanted to turn around and leave again - not care about the rules and use one of the empty beds in the other rooms. But no. She wouldn't do that either. She would not be the bad guy here. She wasn't going to make it that easy for the public to make Neville the winner.

"I don't like this any more than you do, you know." She said it quietly, peeling back the covers on her side and not looking at him. "But gods, you could at least pretend you weren't terrified of spending the night in bed with me." Like I am. Fucking Gryffindors making no effort at all to hide their feelings.She slipped into the bed and her leg brushed his. She pulled it away quickly, but that

[nevilletherebel]

Neville scowled, glaring back at her. "Why should I pretend? This is like being slowly tortured over the length of a week. If I wanted to be married, then don't you think I'd be married by now?" He turned away as she climbed into bed. "I far prefer the company of plants to Slytherins."

He tugged his leg away briskly when she touched against him. That was entirely too close. Having rearranged his nightshirt so that it didn't ruck up over his hips, Neville pressed his face into the pillow. Maybe he could suffocate himself, and the mediwizards would come and take him away early. It was too good to wish for. He groaned and yanked the pillow out from under his head, pulling it over it and crossing his arms over the top.

"Turn the light out already," he told her, unhappily.

[poisoned_quill]

Rita gave a snort of derision, kicking at the covers to loosen them as she slid further down into the bed. "Of course you do. Plants are easier - they don't talk back." She rolled over, but not without adding, in a mutter: "Pity you can't have sex with them, too. Then all your problems would be solved."

It was easier to be bitchy than awkward, she found, and simpler to be sarcastic than to tell him he was being an arse. Good enough to sleep with, to beg for more, to quiver and gasp under, but when it came to this he was acting like a petulant child. She didn't care, of course - not really - it was the principle of the thing. She'd been so bloody careful of his feelings.

She reached out and slapped the bedlamp off, plunging the room into darkness. The silence was heavy, the space between their backs like a chasm. She wondered if the tension would lessen enough to sleep.

[last_born_girl]

As she saw Rita enter the bedroom, Ginny took an opportunity.

She crept up to the closed door, and muttered an incantation, putting a low-powered sticking charm on the bedroom door.

A simple spell would dispel it, or a good hard shove would break the seal, but she judged it would be just enough to start annoying the lovebirds.