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Post by James Novak on Jul 5, 2015 19:32:49 GMT -5
It felt like the whole day everyone was whispering around him and staring at him. And he doubted anyone believed him when he said he had a run in with a bludger during Quidditch practice. He looked way to mess up to just have been hurt playing Quidditch and he felt like people were piecing things together. Apparently River wasn't smart enough to clean himself up before walking into the dining hall. Typically, and he was the disappointment. So yes there were a few whispers from the people who were smart enough to put two and two together, but he didn't say anything. Just stuck to his story of it being a quidditch injuries. James sighed as class was dismissed and it was back to battling crutches. God he really hoped his knee would get back to normal soon because fuck this. At least he was still able to play quidditch so there was that.
With classes done for the day he felt the need to do, sometime that had been eating away at him. What the fuck was going on between him and Delia now? Were they friends? Were they together together? Honestly after what had happened between them, she falling asleep in his arms then Professor Auttenberg walking in on them... Well it just sort of made everything between them so much more complicated. No more than three days ago she hated everything about him, she wanted him to drop off the face of this earth and now? James wasn't even going to pretend to understand what might be going on in Delia head right now so that is why he wanted to talk to her.
So he waited outside her classroom, leaning against the wall. When he saw the first students coming out he stood up straight and when he saw that beautiful blue haired girl. "Hey Delia..." He said moving over to her and smiling some. "You look lovely. I was wondering if we could go talk somewhere for a bit."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 5, 2015 21:18:07 GMT -5
Well, the way the morning had started off was certainly not the way she had anticipated. After falling asleep curled up at James' side - which ended up being pretty sound sleep, even if it only lasted a few hours - the two were awoken that morning by Professor Auttenberg's promised return. After a peculiarly raised brow, the professor had shooed Delia from the bed and handed over some supplies to James. Crutches and instructions to keep off his bad leg in addition to more pain potions. Luckily for Delia, Professor Auttenberg wasn't mad and instead just ushered her out after finishing up her health instructions.
Why had she fallen asleep with him anyway? Why had she cared so much when he was hurting the night before and completely freaked out when she found him by the lake? It was all so very strange. The two of them had never gotten along, and he had put her through enough heartache for her to logically be able to hate him for the rest of her life. But she just wasn't capable of doing that for some reason. There were some sort of strange, unfamiliar feelings between her and the boy, and as curious as she was to find out what they were, the idea scare her a bit too much for her to press the issue. So she simply went about her routine and attended her classes - feeling abnormally uncomfortable in both Potions and Transfiguration - for the day.
But when she exited her final class of the day, she was surprised to see James standing outside of it and looking for her. So, they weren't avoiding each other anymore? That was news to her, but she smiled softly as they approached one another. "Hey-" She paused, looking at the books cradled uncomfortably under his arms. "Give me those," she said with a sigh, shaking her head at the hopeless boy as she tugged the books out and combined them with her own. "Professor Auttenberg said to stay off your feet as much as possible and to elevate your leg," she told him sternly. "So, let's get somewhere that you can do that, and yes, we can talk."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 5, 2015 22:40:57 GMT -5
The second his eyes fell on the girl James smiled when she gave him 'that' look. He couldn't help but smirk some knowing that it meant he was about to get bossed around by her and honestly he was just going to let her. It was kind of cute the way she would get all stern with him, and also it was kind of nice knowing that she cared enough to treat him this way. The tiny little girl pulled his books out from under his arms and he rolled his eyes some but let her take them. He wasn't fighting her on this one, in fact he wasn't trying to fight her on anything anymore. "Thanks." He said with a smile as he nodded and said. "Yeah do you want to go to your common room or mine?" He asked before turning to head down the hall.
While they walked he tried to think of what he was going to say. How could he put this in a way that sounded like it was totally up to her and it didn't really matter what he thought. Because as much as he wanted them to a thing possibly, he knew she probably didn't want to be and he needed to respect that. But he wasn't sure if they could be friends at all, it just felt like they needed to be more. Or maybe he was just being weird. Because that would not be a first. He tended to over think everything, his mind is rooted in pride and logic which meant if he wasn't acting on his pride he was overthinking every little last thing.
"Hey so... you didn't have any trouble in potion or Transfiguration today did you?" He asked inhaling some and swallowing. While he didn't think anyone knew they had spend time together he still worried some. He didn't want he to be getting in trouble with River or Pietro just because she hd some form of relationship with him...
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 6, 2015 0:04:47 GMT -5
She saw him roll his eyes, and she wagged her finger at him. "Don't give me that, Mister Novak. Professor Auttenberg expects me to watch out for you and make sure you're not doing anything reckless, and that is exactly what I plan to do." Still, she never stopped smiling as she spoke and began walking alongside him - making sure to take a slower pace so that he didn't have to struggle to keep up. Imagine that, her being faster than him right now. Such a weird feeling. "We can go to my common room," she told him with a nod. "I'll bring down some of my pillows so we can elevate your leg. Should help with the swelling and make it a little less painful."
He began to ask her if she had run into any problems in class with either of the Professor Hollands - Antonucchis? - to which she replied with a shake of her head. "No. No trouble from either of them, but I typically keep to my own business and just do my work," she told him with a light shrug. Sure, she still felt extremely uncomfortable in their classrooms just like the rest of the student body at this point, but she didn't think they would prey on their cousin's friend-thing... Right?
They neared her common room, and she made sure to keep the entrance open long enough for him to make his way through before sealing it back up behind them. "Home sweet home," she said as she set their combined books on one of the coffee tables and pointed towards the couch. "You can sit there and reach the table rather painlessly," she said as she turned towards the hall that led to the dorm rooms. "Be right back!" She called out, disappearing for a few moments. When she returned, she had five pillows in her arms and stacked them neatly on top of one another on the table.
"Foot," she said sternly, pointing towards the pillow before plopping down on the couch beside him.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 6, 2015 1:33:15 GMT -5
There was something about the playful way Delia wagged her finger at him and how she never stopped smiling even as she chastised him that he really like. The fact that her voice was still playful and her eyes where all light up with this passion and this happiness was down right the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long time. Sure he had thought he had thought she was beautiful before but now she was just... there was something different about it. And he didn't know how to tell her without sounding like he did before which was what he was trying to avoid now. But knowing him he will fuck this up some way some how because that is what he always does. At the end of the day, as nice moments like this felt they would not last with him.
He nodded some when she mentioned that they didn't give her any problems. Good... last thing he needed was his family fucking with her. He knew that if they wanted to there was nothing to stop them from doing what they did to Maureen to Delia and he would be powerless to stop it. He would rather be tortured for days rather than know that something had happen to her and... What the fuck was he fucking saying? He shook his head some before saying. "Okay good just... if they do ever give you trouble let me know. And yeah your common room sounds good. And you know the swelling isn't all that back for the record." He said following her closely.
He had never been in the Aqua common room, a lovely shade of blue on the walls and for a room decked out in mostly cool colours there was something about it that was warm and inviting. He took a seat where she told him too and he nodded some as she ran off to her dorm as she came back with a few pillows, which she stacked on the table and he did what he was told resting his foot on it as wincing some as he bent his knee. "Fuck..." Goddamnit that hurt like a bitch. Note to self do not bend his knee of if could avoid it.
She sat down next to him and he smile and sighed some. "So..." Well this was awkward. How does he even fucking start this? "What... what is happening between us? Are we friends or more or what?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 6, 2015 11:40:38 GMT -5
The idea of the professors "giving her trouble" made her a little uneasy. Why was she so surprised to think that they could potentially harm her? After all, one of them had tortured Maureen White - or, Maureen O'Brien - while the other had tortured James who was related to them. If they were capable of inflicting harm on their own blood, then certainly it would be nothing to prey on someone completely unaffiliated with them. But, then again, was she now somehow strangely affiliated with the Antonucchis because of her... Well, whatever was going on with her and James. She really hated to think that it meant she was involved, and that idea made her increasingly more and more uncomfortable. And with her abilities? Well, they could probably put that to good use..
"I promise I'll let you know if they do. But don't worry about me, yeah? You just focus on getting better," she told him with a nod, offering up a smile. But as he said the swelling wasn't bad, she rolled her eyes before giving him a rather pointed expression. "Really? Look at your hurt knee in comparison to your other. See the size difference? Swollen." She could help but to snicker a little bit, but she showed him a small smirk to let him know she wasn't being hateful by any means.
Delia winced as James lifted his leg - having to bend his knee to do so - and bit her lip lightly. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but it will only get worse if it isn't elevated," she said with a small sigh. It bothered her to see him like this and not be able to really help him, but what exactly could she do. "Do you have your pain potions? One might be handy right now."
She situated herself to get comfortable on the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging them. Instead of having her back against the back of the couch, though, she was turned to where it was pointed towards the arm of he sofa - allowing her to face his side head on. "So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" She asked curiously, her head tilting slightly to the side. But his question that came next confused her, and her eyebrows began to furrow together slightly. He wanted to know what they were? Well, she had sort of been wondering the same thing, but she supposed that she assumed it would just be swept underneath the rug and never brought up. Yet here they were, having a discussion over what their title was exactly.
"I, um.." This was so difficult. She knew that there was something inside her that cared about him despite everything that had happened, and she knew that she even enjoyed sleeping curled up next to him the night before. But, with that being said, she had never done anything quite like this before. Boys were a new concept for her that she had never explored before, and on top of that, she had no idea how relationships and whatnot worked. "I don't know," she told him honestly, her cheeks flaring up in a combination of embarrassment and nervousness. "I've... I've never done anything like this," she confessed. "I.. Well, I know I care for you, and I know that the way last night ended was nice but... What does that mean? I'm not even sure.."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 6, 2015 17:03:26 GMT -5
"You know I can focus on getting better and worry about you, it's call multitasking." Still it was nice of her in a way. She would rather him just focus on himself than worry about her, but that just wasn't going to happen. He didn't know why but really if something happen to her and it was because of him... God he could never forgive himself. And it sucked that he didn't really know how to explain that too her without freaking her out, because he shouldn't care about her that much. They didn't really have anything between them right?
Again she somehow managed to make him roll his eyes as he said. "You know Delia if I didn't know any better, I say you got the makings of a healer." He just didn't want to act like it was a big deal or anything and that's the only reason why he tried to brush it off like it wasn't that bad. But of course she could read the pain all over his face and he nodded some "It's not that bad but yeah I have one." he said reaching over for bag and digging out one of the pain potion Professor Auttenberg gave him that morning. Goddamnit he really fucking hated these things, you would think after you take enough of them you would get use to the taste but nope, everyone is just as horrible as the last.
"It's too bad sugar makes these things useless." He said shaking his head some as he put the now empty bottle down and sighed some. The look on Delia face one confusion and shock and it was sort of nice to know her head was in the same space his ways, just struggling to figure out what exactly they were to each other. Because for as interesting as Delia is... does he really want her as a girlfriend after all? He spent a good three weeks putting her through hell all because he wanted an challenge and he wanted to break her into something she's not and it seemed stupid now. There were tons of girls in this school and when it comes time to pick a wife why not pick one that is going to just do what he said and not be so mouthy with blue hair and eyes that light up like the night sky making him question everything he's know and...
Fuck why was this so goddamn confusing? And her saying she didn't know but she did care about him wasn't really helping and James sighed, running his hand through his hair.
"Well I mean... I can't force you into anything." Because he tried that and boy did it backfire. The only thing that still didn't sit right with him was her talking to other boys but as far as not forcing her into things anymore he wasn't going to do that. "So at the end of the day it's your call. If you want to just stick with being friends or if you want to try and be something more. Or you can tell me to fuck off again." He figure he would like them to be friends or something. Honestly he didn't know. Because part of him wanted to date her for sure, but another part of him knew he wouldn't be able to break her into the perfect little housewife he needed. "Because I'm just as confused as you sound and while I have done this before I haven't done anything like this with a girl like you."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 6, 2015 19:47:14 GMT -5
There was something about the way he worried for her made her feel, and she couldn't quite place her finger on it. The sensation was pleasant, certainly, and made her feel secure as if nothing could harm her so long as he was nearby. Still, he was a stubborn boy for focusing on her when he should be using all of his energy to focus on getting better. "Well, I will be fine, I promise," she said with a reassuring nod. "Now, if you don't hurry up and get better, we're going to have a problem because my arms are too tiny to carry your books after each class for very long," she joked, laughing lightly as she rested the side of her head against the back of the couch.
Healing wasn't a career that Delia had ever considered, but she supposed any career would be better than none at all. And it wasn't as though she didn't think it was a good career; it was more so that she just hadn't thought much about possible careers since it was pretty much futile for a woman to have such fantasies. "You think so?" She asked with a bright smile, her eyes lighting up like the lights strung from her family's Christmas tree at the hopefulness she felt in her chest. Of course she probably shouldn't get her hopes up too high, but it was still an exhilarating thought. "I think it would be exciting to be a Healer. But I guess we'll have to see how things go," she said with a small shrug of her shoulders, trying to brush off her excitement.
Pain potions were no joke and were nothing short of absolutely horrendous. Even Delia winced as he downed the vial, scrunching her nose a bit in disgust. But so long as they helped him fight the pain, she would insist he take them regularly whether he wanted to or not. "I just hope it helps," she said with a nod. "So, you best get used to it," she added with a small smirk.
Then, though, as the conversation began to feel heavier and more sincere, she felt almost as if she couldn't breathe for a few moments. However, relief came immediately upon hearing that he wasn't willing to force her into any sort of arrangement, which was amazing after their first few encounters. But James seemed different now; he didn't seem like that same boy she first encountered in the auditorium. "I appreciate you not forcing me into it," she told him with a nod. Because, as of late, her fight was wearing thin from having to use it so very much. If he really wanted to force her into a relationship at the moment, he wouldn't have to try all that hard to get it done. "And, while I wouldn't tell you to fuck off," she began, reaching a hand out to grab his, "I don't know how to make a decision like this... It's all too new to me." She let out a small sigh, and as the idea of being his "girlfriend" swelled up inside her head, her cheeks turned a radiant shade of pink.
What she didn't realize, however, was that the idea combined with how her feelings were beginning to develop for him caused her hair to suddenly shift to a shade of bubblegum pink - bright and innocent just like her. "But I'm not afraid of seeing what happens," she told him honestly, flashing him a reassuring smile as she squeezed at his hand once more.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 6, 2015 21:37:02 GMT -5
"Doing the best I can Delia and no one said you had to carry my books for me. You my dear happen to just take them." He said laughing some as well and sighing contenting, looking over at the girl who had rested her head on the back of the couch. Man weird to think that after everything they had been though they were even out this part where they could talk to each other like normal fucking human being. Maybe for once he didn't fuck up so bad and destroy any sort of relationship he could have with her. That would be a first. He nodded when she asked about healing and said. "Yeah I really do think so." And clearly he said something right because the girl light up like broadway during the nighttime. Her smile was probably the lovely thing he had seen in a long time. "Yeah wait and see. But I think you could really make a good go at it."
Why... why did the thought of her so happy made him feel like thing? Like he wanted to do whatever he could to see her all light up like that again. She just looked so happy and when she was happy she would smile and her eyes would get all squinty and she had this cute little dimples and... What the fuck was he saying? Didn't he just spend the last five minutes convincing himself he couldn't really be with Delia because she wasn't marriageable at the end of the day? So maybe he should just try to stick with being friends.
Yeah that would be good, because then he wasn't forcing her into anything and they could start forming some sort of real relationship. He couldn't help but chuckle some when she said she wouldn't tell him to fuck off. "Well that's good to know." She falter on her words for a second and as he was about to maybe suggest that she had taken his hand in her's and flinches some but didn't pull away. He couldn't really help the flinching it was sort of involuntary reaction from years of abuse. His thumb gently ran along the back of her hand as she spoke and he thought for a second.
Maybe... Maybe she wanted to try and be something. Because he got the feeling that if she just wanted to be friends she would have said something by now. She wouldn't be tip toeing around making a decision if she knew for sure. He cleared his throat and looked down at their hands before saying "Well... if you want maybe I can take you out one night and we can start from there. If you feel..."
Pink... Bright bright pink that matched the colour of her cheeks and the sight of how cute and tiny she looked made him blush like mad. "Uh impromptu change to pink?" He asked raising an eyebrow some and clearing his throat again. "I kind of like it. Pink suits you well, but I think I will always like blue the most just because it brings out your eyes."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 9, 2015 0:16:15 GMT -5
"Well, I'd be a big fat jerk to let you hobble around and carry your books with you. I'd offer to carry you instead, but uh... I think you might squish me," she snickered, shaking her head a bit. Delia had always been a kind and generous soul, so she wasn't exactly joking about carrying him if she was able. Hearing him have faith in her in regards to her being a healer, though, was surely exciting, so she simply nodded along in agreement. "Yeah, we'll definitely have to see."
The way their hands molded together was more pleasant than she had initially expected. They both contrasted one another with hers being small, dainty, and pale, while his were stronger, more broad, and olive in complexion. One might think they didn't belong together as their differences clashed, but something about those differences instead caused their hands to fit together like puzzle pieces. And how could that be? After such a rocky start to their... Well, whatever was going on between them. Here they were, hands locked silently with promises being made to see where things could potentially end up for them.
When he mentioned the two of them going out sometime soon, she couldn't help but to grin and nod almost eagerly. Still, it made her anxious - never having been on a date before - so while she was excited, she was also terrified. "That would be fun," she said softly. "I think that would be a great way for us to figure all of this out."
Then he trailed off as a puzzled expression grew on his face. His face was flushed just like hers was - to a lesser degree, of course - and he said something about a change of pink? It took her a moment to figure out what he was talking about until he told her that he preferred blue on her, so she reached up to grab a lock of her hair and bring it down in front of her face to examine it. "Oh, no no no," she said with mortified eyes. Pink hair? Of all the colors it could have switched to? She snatched her hand back, curling up and hiding her face shamefully. If it changed without her being overly upset or angry, there was no chance to change it back. She just wasn't that in control of her abilities. "I'm so sorry. This is embarrassing," she sighed, voice muffled by her knees.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 9, 2015 13:31:27 GMT -5
"Uh huh sure Delia. And yes you should defiantly wait and see." God what a weird little thing she was. He just hoped that she knew what she was getting herself into, and that this kindness might come back and bite her in the ass. He sighed some and looked down for a second, maybe this was a bad idea. For starters it's not like they could really go anywhere together long term because sooner or later he needed a woman that could be his wife and the school was full of high running tension that all circled back and around to his family.
And yet he still hasn't told her to go or anything, he was still sitting here with their hands locked together and this gently, slightly awkward silence hanging between them. It almost seemed out of place given how every other conversation they have had end in her pissed right of or crying, or both. And you know he had this feeling that that wasn't going to change but hey at least he could try and make whatever was between them a thing and try to work at some sort of relationship. It might not be the neatest of relationship by hey, it might be something semi- functional. And after years, and years of nothing but dysfunction in his life James will happily take whatever he could get at anything that might feel a bit normal.
And he was trying to find it with a now pink haired metamorphmagus who still probably hated parts of him somewhere in her.
"Okay great, tomorrow then after class. Get all dolled up too and we'll so somewhere much more exciting than this place." He said with a smile kind of excited to see her in something other than her school uniform wondering what sort of dresses you pair with blue hair? If she could get her hair back to blue because from the way she sounded and was reacting she didn't have any control over it. So wait it was pink because of him? He had no idea what to make of that as she covered her face with her hands and he smiled some, pulling one of her hands away and kissing the back of it. "It's okay. I still think you look beautiful."
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