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Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 15, 2024 7:51:11 GMT -5
Sofia had decided that she needed to annoy Don. She had a collection of friends, of course she did, and yet? Her day never felt completed unless she had attempted to irritate her favourite acquaintance. She wasn't sure at what point he'd become her.. favourite anything but somewhere in between their banter and sly remarks she'd realised that he made her smile. At first, the thought had irked her, and then she'd given into it.
His petrification came next and it wasn't long after that, that she realised he made her stomach do flips - she thought perhaps he just made her nauseous. eventually, though, she realised.. it wasn't nausea at all but endearment. It was a mortifying realisation, really. For a few days after that she had thought he known. That it had ingrained itself in her forehead 'SOFIA THINKS DON IS PRETTY AND WANTS TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND' of course, that was just her suffering from slight paranoia. She did her absolute best to make sure he didn't know. She'd never utter it aloud. Instead she'd poured it into the pages of her journal. Her safe space. Nothing could seem different, or her terrible secret would be revealed.
With this in mind, her hunt for him began. She stepped out of the girls dormitory, flat shoes padded across the floor as she followed the hall down and into their common room. She spotted her prize instantly, all flaming perfect red hair and bravado. "You're in my seat." she said, as if there wasn't at least five others free. She waited, arms folded across her chest and looked at him expectantly.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 16, 2024 17:25:12 GMT -5
Somehow, in two weeks of his absence, every class moved forward so much that Don found himself lagging behind. It was odd, considering how actually being in class made him feel like not much was happening. Did lessons go more efficiently while he was petrified, then reverted to normal once he was released? That had to be it. Not that he did much catching up during the winter break, which would have solved the problem. A break was not for studying. And so here he was, over a month after Christmas, still trying to figure out Transfiguration spells taught in November. The thick tome in his hands was pretty dull, all about the Untransfiguration of various items. He would have rather been doing pretty much anything else, but he didn't want to repeat a year of school.
"You're in my seat."
The words were a typical line bullies often uttered, but the voice did not belong to a bully. Grateful for a break, Don snapped the book closed dramatically and looked from one side of his armchair to the other, clearly searching for something. "Nope, I can't see your name anywhere," he finally declared, turning to Sofia with the most serious expression he could muster. "You might have to take me to court if you want this seat."
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 17, 2024 5:23:30 GMT -5
She eyed his book as it slammed shut and a little trickle of guilt rolled into her belly as she thought about the fact she was disturbing him - after a moment the guilt turned to shame. Why did she feel guilty? She never felt guilty. Don was turning her into tree sap. Horrifying.
Her stupor had been broken by this words though and she quirked a brow, "Can you afford court?" she asked, "And you know full well this is the best seat in here, that's why you stole it from me." she pointed out. "Which, honestly, Domhnall, bad move."
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 19, 2024 22:10:58 GMT -5
"Oh, I can borrow from a friend. Though I won't need to, since whoever loses pays all the court fees - and I have a solid case." His attempt to sound like a law expert was rendered somewhat less impressive by the twinkling of his eyes.
"First come, first serve. I got here first, so technically the armchair is mine, and you're the one trying to steal it. Or maybe rob me of it." He made a thoughtful expression, as if considering something. "I might let you sit in my armchair if you ask nicely, though."
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 20, 2024 16:00:51 GMT -5
"And which friend would that be?" she asked, she wasn't sure why she had asked. He was allowed other friends, after all. This was a free.. friend filled world. Or something o that effect.
"Don't make it sound like I'm some thief in the night trying to steal upholstery," she said and her eyes narrowed at him at his next words, "Oh how generous of you, how do you propose I ask nicely?" She had never asked nicely for anything - ever. She would ask him very nicely to pet her hair though.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 21, 2024 3:35:10 GMT -5
"Rose Weasley, probably," he answered without a moment's hesitation. "I'm sure she'd lend me money to defend myself in court."
He shrugged, fighting the urge to grin. "Well, maybe not steal upholstery, just extort it. And you could ask by saying something like 'Let me sit in the nice armchair, pretty please'. Or anything else along those lines, I'm not too picky." He leaned back, watching her expectantly.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 22, 2024 5:48:55 GMT -5
Sofia's brow quirked at his answer, why would Rose Weasley give him money? Of course, this was a all a hypothetical in a fight over a chair - but as he sat back into it and eyed her like he expected her to cave, she knew she needed to turn the tables. "And why would she do that? Anyone with half a brain would know that this is my chair." she said. "And If you don't move, I'm just going to sit across you and you'll make a very comfortable pillow." she absolutely would not do that. It would be mortifying. But he didn't know that.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 24, 2024 1:57:14 GMT -5
For some reason, Sofia was really good at pretending to be annoyed with him today. "She would do that because she's a great friend. And she has more than half a brain, so she would know to apply the 'first come, first served' rule." He was slowly beginning to believe that this wasn't just their usual banter, and that Sofia genuinely wanted to occupy this armchair. The threat to sit on him sounded pretty convincing, at least. "Neither of us would get to really enjoy the seat, then," he pointed out. "Alright, I can compromise - you don't need to say 'pretty please', just regular 'please'. How about that?"
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 24, 2024 7:10:41 GMT -5
"I don't make a habit of saying please unless I've been pleased." She said, almost instantaneously but it was so frustating, all she wanted to do was to circle back to Rose Weasley and ask why there such good friends? And why did he say it like it was more than that? and then it dawned on her. "Oh my." she said and moved to sit sqaurely on his lap in her stupor. Previous argument about it all but forgotten. Her hand covering her mouth as she ran through all the times he'd talked about Rose bloody Weasley. "This is horrible." she exhaled. "I think I might die." she whined and let her head fall back against his shoulder.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 25, 2024 2:53:32 GMT -5
So no chance of being asked nicely. Oh, well. Perhaps he should let her have the armchair, since she was demanding it so convincingly. Don was about to declare his surrender when Sofia went through with her threat and sat on his lap. It was nowhere near as uncomfortable as he'd assumed it might be. She was light, and even smelled nice. Perfectly tolerable. He just had no clue what to do with his hands now. Awkwardly placing them palms-down on the armrests, the fourth-year frowned at Sofia's announcement of displeasure. So she didn't find him agreeable to sit on, after all.
"Really, that bad?" He wasn't even that bony or anything - regular exercise during the Quidditch practice padded him with muscle neatly. And anyhow, why should he strive to be a comfortable seat for anyone? "Okay, well, just don't--" he stopped mid-sentence as she leaned back, the clean smell of her hair filling his nose. This was a novel experience. Incredibly awkward. Not entirely unpleasant. "--don't die on top of me," he managed to finish the sentence. "What exactly is so horrible here?" Maybe he could adjust his sitting position or something.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 25, 2024 7:30:25 GMT -5
As she lay there, strewn across him like a cat, she ran through all the stupid things she'd thought would happen. She'd have confessed her feelings at some point, surely? probably. It seemed feasible and he would have confessed his back - of course, this had been assumed by her, she'd lived in a bubble of love, she had no idea it was unrequited - and then.. well, she wasn't sure what would have happened next. But now none of it would happen at all because of Rose Weasley.
"Absolutely awful." she whined again, "I will die wherever I please!" be that on top of him if - wait, when did she get into his lap? It was rather comfortable actually and he smelled so wonderful. That just made it all so much worse. "It could have been so different, Domhnall," she sniffled, her dramatics knew no bounds as tears sprang to her eyes. "It could have been so good."
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 26, 2024 5:23:20 GMT -5
It was a near-impossible task to confound Don, who was used to taking things in stride. Sofia, however, managed to trip him over. He could see her profile, as well as the glint around her eyes as the fireplace flames reflected off her face. Was she crying? Over furniture, of all things. Maybe she was just having a bad day, and him taking the comfortable spot she wanted was the last drop. Or maybe he was missing something here. Girls were so complicated sometimes.
"Well, don't despair, we can try to fix it somehow," he hurried to reassure her. He didn't want her to be upset - she was the closest friend he had in the entire Slytherin house. "Let's just talk about it, find a solution, okay?"
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jun 26, 2024 6:09:46 GMT -5
It was unfixable - there was no soloutin to it all. He must have known that, surely? Her heart was in pieces on the floor, blowing away like dust. But she realised she had an oppertunity before her. Would she truly be a Slytherin if she didn't take it? She wiggled some, turning so she was sideways, legs strewn over the arm of the chair and in turn, over his arm, trappng him into space beaneath her as she eyed the side of his face and reached out to touch his jaw, his neck, counting the freckles as she went. "It's.. a very nice chair." she whispered, moving to bury her face into his neck under the guise of hiding her tears from him. "I love it." she continuted, "But the chair - it wants something else." she was rambling now, words leaving her as she confessed it all.. without really saying anything. "Do you understand, Don?" she whispered again, the nickname tasted unusual in her mouth, she so rarely used it.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jul 9, 2024 23:29:21 GMT -5
Their seating arrangement suddenly got much more comfortable - to the point where it threatened to become uncomfortable. Seeing Sofia begin to shift position, Don tried to move his hand away but her legs pinned it down. He could feel his cheeks reddening at her touch. Don was rarely ever lost for words, but now his brain refused to come up with any comment. Despite being an utterly novel and pretty embarrassing experience, the gentle touch was more pleasant than he dared to admit.
Only when Sofia moved to hide her face did he manage to get his brain working again. Patting her back awkwardly with his free hand, the fourth-year tried to devise a consolation about the armchair that had upset her so devastatingly. "Chairs can be stupid like that," he informed, falling far behind Sofia's train of thought. "You will find a better one eventually. Or, well, I can let you have it now - if you let me stand up first?"
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 10, 2024 6:19:43 GMT -5
Chairs can be stupid like that.
For a moment, for just half a moment, she thought he'd understood. That he'd fallen into her thought process and she held her breath as he continued speaking and then.. no, no he hadn't understood at all. She let out a heavy sigh.
After a moment, she pulled her face back from his neck and leant forward to press a kiss to his cheek. "You're so stupid." she mumbled against his skin, ever the opportunist, she'd never really be this close to him again and what a sad thought that was. She shifted then to move, standing up on legs that felt like they didn't belong to her, "Really, really stupid." she added and then turned on her heels to storm her way into the girls dormitaries.
