[She's not in the common room, or at the party - everyone's gone, and she should be going, she should be putting on a dress that shows a little more leg than she ought to and heading down and attaching to Robert's arm but she's not doing that.
Instead she's trying to walk off the emotion, pacing the halls near the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower, not looking at all distant, as she usually does. In fact she looks altogether there.]
[He had to go, even when he lost track of her after the match and - not much later - couldn't see her through the crowds. It was a responsibility. All four captains had to go. Just good sportsmanship. And he'd expected to find her at the party, reproachful at being lost. He'd scanned all the corners.
Then he'd left. Just to check the common room, just in case.
The lights are burning low as he heads through the halls, but he can make out the angles of her even in silhouette.]
Satya? If you hated the idea so much I'd never have pushed-
[It's funny how when she cornered Carla, she hadn't cried, how she had threatened her. Even when the words hurt she stood in her heels and pushed her and called her a slag but she didn't cry.
But she sees him, this boy who she loves, who she would do anything to be with, and suddenly it bursts into a horrible clarity.
No one will ever let her be with him, will they?
(and that's dramatic, it doesn't matter, most of the time it doesn't matter, but she can't help it today)
Her bottom lip wavers and she wipes away a few tears]
That is, he supposes that she does, just like everyone does every now and then. Just not in front of people. She's never been one of those girls weeping before exams under the sheer weight of all that learning for just one day. She doesn't get sniffly over owls from home. She just, doesn't really cry.
Which is good because, as it turns out, he doesn't really know how to handle it. He stops just shy of her, one hand raised but caught not knowing what to do with itself.]
[What. His face takes on that haughty look it gets when he's offended, but he's incredulous, too. And worried.]
I don't give it up to anyone but you.
[And missing the point.]
Look, if I was ever hit on the head and decided I wanted to date someone else, I'd at least be good enough to tell you first. But I don't. I'm not, I promise.
[And he can see where it comes from and how it works. Satya knows better than most people that Chase still harbours a feeling of being second best, a feeling that he failed to get in where he should have. Slytherin, the house that keeps anyone like her out.
Would she really have found him if he wore green? And would he have looked twice at her.]
I can tell you who I'm disgusted by.
[Finally capable of movement, he reaches for her.]
[She doesn't want to think about it. This kind of thing doesn't wear so quickly at her self-confidence, she's usually more sturdy than this, but once in a while-
She moves into his arms, slowly at first, then presses her face into his shoulder]
I'm not selfless enough to tell you that you aren't going to want to deal with this, that you should find a pureblooded girl and ask her out instead.
Because I would blind her and spell her teeth away.
We don't have to go at all, I've done the rounds. [He catches both hands and pulls her lightly with him, answering the tower's riddle as he pushes backwards through the door to the steps.] Come and sit down here a minute.
[And when he said it can't hurt.... he frowns at the knife for a second, then nods, closing his palm around the blade. Which is the wrong thing to to, it takes a couple of quick drags against the slackened skin to do it, but he's bleeding.]
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Instead she's trying to walk off the emotion, pacing the halls near the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower, not looking at all distant, as she usually does. In fact she looks altogether there.]
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Then he'd left. Just to check the common room, just in case.
The lights are burning low as he heads through the halls, but he can make out the angles of her even in silhouette.]
Satya? If you hated the idea so much I'd never have pushed-
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No, no, Robert, it's not-
[It's funny how when she cornered Carla, she hadn't cried, how she had threatened her. Even when the words hurt she stood in her heels and pushed her and called her a slag but she didn't cry.
But she sees him, this boy who she loves, who she would do anything to be with, and suddenly it bursts into a horrible clarity.
No one will ever let her be with him, will they?
(and that's dramatic, it doesn't matter, most of the time it doesn't matter, but she can't help it today)
Her bottom lip wavers and she wipes away a few tears]
No, sorry, I lost track of time.
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That is, he supposes that she does, just like everyone does every now and then. Just not in front of people. She's never been one of those girls weeping before exams under the sheer weight of all that learning for just one day. She doesn't get sniffly over owls from home. She just, doesn't really cry.
Which is good because, as it turns out, he doesn't really know how to handle it. He stops just shy of her, one hand raised but caught not knowing what to do with itself.]
What happened?
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[She takes a breath, wipes her face]
I found a note about you. About you going off and...giving it up to half-breeds, and I went...
[She shakes her head]
It's not really important.
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I don't give it up to anyone but you.
[And missing the point.]
Look, if I was ever hit on the head and decided I wanted to date someone else, I'd at least be good enough to tell you first. But I don't. I'm not, I promise.
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I'll always be the half-breed, that's how everyone will think of me, I went to Carla, and she, do you know what she said to me?
[She pauses, and rubs her face with the heel of her hand]
That you like that you're disgusted by me.
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I don't even think of you as that.
[He says it softly. And that point's already been proven but still, bad wording.]
I mean, it doesn't matter. I'm not. How could I like - that doesn't make any sense.
[Carla. Carla Morir. When he recovers enough to get angry he'll remember that.]
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It's meant to be an insult.
It's meant to insult us both.
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Would she really have found him if he wore green? And would he have looked twice at her.]
I can tell you who I'm disgusted by.
[Finally capable of movement, he reaches for her.]
And I'm not planning to ask her out.
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She moves into his arms, slowly at first, then presses her face into his shoulder]
I'm not selfless enough to tell you that you aren't going to want to deal with this, that you should find a pureblooded girl and ask her out instead.
Because I would blind her and spell her teeth away.
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And I may take that suggestion and apply it elsewhere.
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[She takes another moment, and presses a kiss to his mouth, and then another one]
Listen, listen, I'm all right. But do you mind if we wait a little bit? Before we go down? So my face isn't so red.
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[But she's going up with him, letting him lead her, her hands warm in his]
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[They can sit on the steps, there's a breeze. After a minute:]
We could swap, you know.
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What do you mean?
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[He splays a hand out across his knee.]
I'd cut my palm, you'd cut yours.
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[But she offers him her hand.]
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One more can't hurt.
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Here. I use it to sharpen my quills.
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Mind you don't get caught with it.
[And he offers it back.]
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[She cuts her skin, palm open, and sets it down.]
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[He reaches for her hand and squeezes it before pressing their palms flat together.]
Feels like there should be an incantation, doesn't there. Blood magic.
[Now, they'd really get in trouble for that.]
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[But it's magic all the same. She holds his hand tight]
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