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Post by vesper on Jan 17, 2012 22:24:39 GMT -5
She was practically vibrating with nerves, and this was not the first time she clutched at her oversized sweater to keep her fingers from betraying her. Managing to keep her face calm, she had slipped out of Hogwarts into Hogmeade, keeping away from the gaggles of schoolgirls and triplets of broad shouldered boys. She wouldn’t say that she was a stranger to the place, having visited to pick up school supplies after running out of parchment halfway through October. Still, she didn’t know it like the back of her hand. She wasn’t here every possible weekend like some of her peers, like her brother, to swig some butterbeer, and even a mouthful of firewhiskey if they were feeling particularly naughty. Vesper preferred to drink alone, and it was sad for her to admit. Kicking up some old, icy snow with a leather boot, she hoped that it would be worth it and Celestia would be grateful. The Ravenclaw had finally worked up the courage to ask her out - on a date - when she saw the Gryffindor, looking quietly radiant in the hallways. She had waited a couple days after their rendez-vous on the tower, but realized that the progression of the relationship was up to her, Cel had practically whimpered to be kissed, after all. She wasn’t brave enough, stony-faced enough to ask anyone out, much less the sixth year with the acidic reputation. So she had taken on the burden, and let out a heavy sigh of relief at Celestia’s non-rejection. Not in front of her, of course. Cel might have agreed to a date in Hogsmeade, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to see Vesper huffing and puffing all over the place. So she had retreated back into the library, so her skin could become even more translucent, to cut her emotions into the desks.
Her mother had always called her impatient, almost impulsive, and she nearly felt wicked when she meandered into the Three Broomsticks, not wanting to think that she had been stood up, but, well, it was pretty clear that she had been stood up. She might as well get some sort of drink to sip and lean on a rail and look like she didn’t give a fuck, something that she had practiced and perfected ad nauseum. This way, if Celestia walked by all cute and brimming with happy, generous energy, surrounded by adoring females, Vesper could fade into that background and observe at a safe distance. Pushing her way through the crowd in the pub, turning away from any chance at eye contact, she shelled out a few Sickles and soon enough she had a cup of steaming coffee nestled in her palm, fingernails digging into the protective parchment holder. Vesper was used to being alone, it was just the expectation of company that made the absence of it so much worse. Letting yourself care was basically setting yourself up for heartbreak. Or at least a tiny little heart dent. Squeezing herself back out in the frosty air, she half-heartedly hoped that coffee would remind herself that there were warm, loving things in her life besides Celestia, the one person at the school she could have a teenage relationship with. Still, coffee didn’t blush or return her kisses, although Vesper was sure it was trying.
lol what is this even. 557
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Post by juniperthree on Feb 7, 2012 20:44:55 GMT -5
wringing her fingers together with worry, knotting the knuckles in between each other and fretting the delicate cuticles of her nails, celestia hurried as fast as she could through the snow. semester had barely begun, the students had barely arrived, and the snow was thicker than her knitted jumper. she shivered as the wind whipped through her long hair, leaving flickers of white as remnant memories of the snow that was moving seemingly too fast for her to notice. she was trapped in an alleyway, hurrying along to try to get to her date - to which she was already woefully late - and the wind flew through the tunnel so fast it seemed it carried her along like a stray autumn leaf. it had been a pathetic excuse for her tardiness; a group of tall, loud ravenclaw quidditch players had blocked her way through the main doors to the hogsmeade path and she had been forced to scour the school for an emergency exit. it had taken time, but she had eventually made it, but by now - instead of being early like she had planned in advance - she was late. late for her date. a date! it was so exciting she couldn't help herself but let out a little squeal of joy that echoed through the alleyway, and she blushed and pulled into herself, hiding in the thick aran wool of her sweater, wondering if anyone had heard. luckily, it was empty; this was, after all, a very little-known path to hogsmeade. but the less people, the better, she thought. she wouldn't have to fight a crowd, hide from shadows, squeak into stubborn silence or do anything else embarrassing. she couldn't stand to think of what might happen today; she had a habit of collapsing into quiet obscurity at moments like this, so she had to be strong. she had hardly the courage to eke out a soft agreement to vesper's question, and it had taken her all of these past days to talk herself into a state of self-assurance in which she could ably consider going on a date. she was going on a date!
this quiet empty alley wouldn't be the way when she got to the town, she knew, but with vesper around she could forget the presence of others and concentrate on the warmth that was already spreading through her core. she'd missed the girl almost too much during their break, but now that her adoration was justified - and returned, it seemed - she didn't feel quite so odd for being herself. at last, the road widened and students appeared out of nowhere, in little trios of friendship or making fierce singular paths on their way to something important. she, too, put effort behind her strides and made headway through the wind, pushing onward even though she could feel herself lifted off her feet with every new gust. remembering a time not too long ago - the last time she had entered the establishment, if memory served her correctly - she took a running start at the doors, letting out a little oomph but succeeding in getting the heavy oak doors to swing with her. looking around with a determined expression, celestia absent-mindedly bit her lip as she searched the room for the only face she wanted right now: vesper's. it was often harsh, angular, hidden by her glasses and shafts of hair, but it was beautiful to her. confused, she couldn't see vesper anywhere, and turned around with a defeated sigh, following some group of girls out the door with a downturned face. she had never even entertained the option that vesper could just not show. she supposed now that it was possible, just some kind of joke, or a pity thing that vesper - in a later, brighter moment of clarity - had thought better of. looking down at her toes, clad in wool-lined boots, fluffy socks and thick winter stockings, she fretted her knuckles together again and stood still, having not a clue what she was supposed to do now.
... yeah i'm a shit person
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