Little Talks <Toby>
Oct 16, 2016 16:45:12 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 16:45:12 GMT
It was late - very late. Nearly one in the morning, but Elizabeth couldn't sleep. Thoughts ran through her mind of the words she had exchanged with Madi and they were keeping her up. Deciding that taking a walk might help her sleep, she carefully climbed out of bed and slipped a pair of slippers on. Her pyjamas were warm enough without a jacket, so she stuck her wand behind her ear and stepped straight out of the dorm, carefully moving the door so that it made no noise. She didn't want to wake anyone. She descended the steps and sighed as she passed the fire, moving out past the portrait hole. She wasn't sure exactly where she was going, or what she was thinking, being Head Girl and wandering the halls of the castle way after curfew.
Somehow, her feet lead her down a great many stairs, along quite a few corridors, and to the kitchens. She tickled the pear, and suddenly the house elves were providing her with hot chocolate and a few biscuits. How could she have not known Turner was a werewolf? It seemed pretty obvious now that she knew, and explained so much. It also explained why Madi had attacked him, but didn't excuse her like the stubborn girl seemed to think it did. Werewolf or no, he was a student, and that meant Liza was supposed to protect him; help him. Madi hadn't made it very bloody easy for her when she'd gone and whacked him in the face, had she? Just because some sadistic death eater werewolves ('death eater', in Liza's vocabulary, was synonymic with 'evil') had attacked her didn't mean every one of them was evil. Minnie trusted one of them enough to let him teach children for goodness sake. Liza just refused to believe that they were all bad.
But despite what she thought and what she believed, she and Madi still weren't talking - or they were, but the words weren't exactly friendly - and Liza was taking it badly. It kept her up at night thinking that maybe her best friend hated her. Liza wasn't one to hate, and she hadn't had much experience getting any thrown her way, so the thought practically brought her to tears. In fact, as she took her drink and cookies from the house elves, stuffed the cookies into her pocket, smiled a polite thank you, gave one of them a hug and exited the kitchens, she could feel the tears begin to prick. Elizabeth bit her lip and continued on the way to the commonroom, desperate to sink into her sheets and warm bed and dream some nice dream where she and Madi were best friends again. But as she got closer, the tears grew harder to hold back, and she stopped. She had reached the stairs to the seventh floor, and she sat down on them, sinking gratefully against the wall. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, which surprisingly enough managed to make her feel a mite better, and her tears stopped pushing to fall. Liza sighed.
"I wish Lyra were here," she said quietly, figuring no one would be wandering the halls at this time. Apparently, she was wrong - when a voice spoke up in response she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was probably only a student, making their own venture to the kitchens (it wasn't that uncommon, actually - Liza had caught at least thirty different students, often multiple times, just the last school year), but her hand reached instinctively for her wand. The person came closer and Liza, looking up realised that it was in fact a student - @julia7 himself. Liza wasn't sure what took over, but she suddenly needed someone to talk to, and right now Turner seemed like the perfect person. "I ought to give you a detention, you know. Being out after curfew and all. But seeing as I'm in the same boat, that'd hardly be fair, now would it?" Liza was proud of how steady her voice was. And she'd kept the tone relatively light. "Can we talk?" Well, so much for that. That had sounded far more serious than she'd meant it to. She supposed it was a serious subject. Or at least, it felt like one. She just hoped that the fourth year would talk to her - mainly because it was her job as Head Girl to make sure kids were doing okay, and partly because she just wanted someone to talk to. Though she got the feeling that Toby would probably be wary of her now because she knew his secret.
So I sort of got an idea and went with it, I hope that's okay. It takes place a few hours after this. Let me know if there's anything you want me to change
Somehow, her feet lead her down a great many stairs, along quite a few corridors, and to the kitchens. She tickled the pear, and suddenly the house elves were providing her with hot chocolate and a few biscuits. How could she have not known Turner was a werewolf? It seemed pretty obvious now that she knew, and explained so much. It also explained why Madi had attacked him, but didn't excuse her like the stubborn girl seemed to think it did. Werewolf or no, he was a student, and that meant Liza was supposed to protect him; help him. Madi hadn't made it very bloody easy for her when she'd gone and whacked him in the face, had she? Just because some sadistic death eater werewolves ('death eater', in Liza's vocabulary, was synonymic with 'evil') had attacked her didn't mean every one of them was evil. Minnie trusted one of them enough to let him teach children for goodness sake. Liza just refused to believe that they were all bad.
But despite what she thought and what she believed, she and Madi still weren't talking - or they were, but the words weren't exactly friendly - and Liza was taking it badly. It kept her up at night thinking that maybe her best friend hated her. Liza wasn't one to hate, and she hadn't had much experience getting any thrown her way, so the thought practically brought her to tears. In fact, as she took her drink and cookies from the house elves, stuffed the cookies into her pocket, smiled a polite thank you, gave one of them a hug and exited the kitchens, she could feel the tears begin to prick. Elizabeth bit her lip and continued on the way to the commonroom, desperate to sink into her sheets and warm bed and dream some nice dream where she and Madi were best friends again. But as she got closer, the tears grew harder to hold back, and she stopped. She had reached the stairs to the seventh floor, and she sat down on them, sinking gratefully against the wall. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, which surprisingly enough managed to make her feel a mite better, and her tears stopped pushing to fall. Liza sighed.
"I wish Lyra were here," she said quietly, figuring no one would be wandering the halls at this time. Apparently, she was wrong - when a voice spoke up in response she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was probably only a student, making their own venture to the kitchens (it wasn't that uncommon, actually - Liza had caught at least thirty different students, often multiple times, just the last school year), but her hand reached instinctively for her wand. The person came closer and Liza, looking up realised that it was in fact a student - @julia7 himself. Liza wasn't sure what took over, but she suddenly needed someone to talk to, and right now Turner seemed like the perfect person. "I ought to give you a detention, you know. Being out after curfew and all. But seeing as I'm in the same boat, that'd hardly be fair, now would it?" Liza was proud of how steady her voice was. And she'd kept the tone relatively light. "Can we talk?" Well, so much for that. That had sounded far more serious than she'd meant it to. She supposed it was a serious subject. Or at least, it felt like one. She just hoped that the fourth year would talk to her - mainly because it was her job as Head Girl to make sure kids were doing okay, and partly because she just wanted someone to talk to. Though she got the feeling that Toby would probably be wary of her now because she knew his secret.
So I sort of got an idea and went with it, I hope that's okay. It takes place a few hours after this. Let me know if there's anything you want me to change
