Confusion
"Where are you running off to?" Dallas asked gently grabbing her arm.
"Huh?" Selenay turned and looked at him in surprise.
"I said where are you going?" he replied gently.
"For a walk." Selenay said gently pulling away.
"Mind if I walk with you?" Dallas replied.
"It's a free country." Selenay replied quietly shrugging her shoulders.
Dallas walked beside her and together they moved off towards the Entrance Hall.
"Does Dallas like Selenay?" Ankie asked Chanti as they walked away from Professor Vyusher's office.
"Sorry?" Chanti looked at Ankie in surprise. "Not that I know of."
"Ankie does have a point. He's always running off after her." Hermione said in a condescending tone.
"Come on, Let's follow them." Ankie said grabbing Harry and Chanti's hands pulling them towards the entrance hall. Ron and Hermione followed in Ankie's wake.
"No. We shouldn't follow them. It's intruding on their friendship." Chanti said darkly.
"Don't be a spoilsport!" Ankie cried.
"There they are." Ankie said pointing in excitement. Sitting on the Quidditch pitch was Dallas and Selenay talking quietly to each other. At the sound of Ankie's voice they both looked up in surprise.
Dallas gave Chanti a look of reproach. Selenay kicked him giving a slight nod towards Ankie who was dragging Chanti along behind her.
Dallas sighed. "For heaven's sake," he muttered.
Chanti was glowing red and slapped Ankie's arm away. She waved, trying desperately to hold back her emotions, Ankie crossed her arms, and Harry, not paying any attention to the situation, turned to talk to Hermione and Ron.
"I'm so sick of this," said Dallas without thinking.
"Sick of what?" said Selenay quietly.
"Everything," said Dallas and he stood up, "I'll see you later Selenay, I need to go sort some things out."
Selenay looked confused, but she continued sitting cross-legged on the grass. Ankie and Chanti were making there way over to them. Dallas put his hands in his pockets and walked off in the opposite direction.
"Wait, Dallas!" Chanti said holding back tears. "Let's talk." She ran to catch up to him. But he wasn't in the mood.
"Let's talk," said Chanti again, clutching his arm. Dallas stopped dead in his tracks, and closed his eyes. "Ok, Chanti, let's talk."
She put her arm around his neck and drove him to her, "I'm sorry I'm so envious," she cried.
"Oh, Lord," thought Dallas, she's crying, "what am I supposed to do?"
"And I know you and Selenay are just friends, but you can't expect me to not care that you spend so much time with . . ."
"Chanti?" asked Dallas.
"Yea," she replied cautiously. But the words Dallas wanted to say got mixed up with what the ones he felt he should say.
"Stop worrying about it, I don't feel that way about her," he lied, it felt like he was offering Chanti something rotten that he half-expected to see her eat. She wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled.
"So, so you don't . . .like her?"
Dallas cleared his throat, "No, Chanti, we're only friends. But," he faltered.
"What?" she asked, she had still not let go of his neck.
"I, ah, want a break from things, do you know what I mean? I break from..."
"A break from you and me?" her voice quivered. Dallas looked into her brown eyes and nodded.
Selenay looked up in surprise at the strangled cry that came from across the field. Ankie said in a concerned voice, "I wonder what's wrong with Chanti."
Selenay looked at her in surprise. Chanti came towards them slowly her expression full of woe. "What happened?" Ankie asked alarmed at the tears streaming down her face. Chanti glanced at Selenay and saw the confusion and concern in her eyes.
"Dallas doesn't want to be near me." Chanti said quietly. Selenay looked at her in alarm. "He said he wants a break from us being such good friends."
Selenay slipped up behind her and gave her a hug. "I'm quite sure Dallas is confused about the events that have happened in the past couple of days and just wants to sort them out on his own." Selenay said to her quietly. "I pull this on my friends all the time and they know I just need some space and they respect my wishes and let me have that space. People sometimes need a little time out and I think it's Dallas' time. So I don't think he's saying he hates you or anything I just think he's trying to sort out things inside himself. Do you catch my drift?"
Chanti looked in surprise. " You have friends...?"
Selenay looked at her in amusement as the realisation of watch Chanti had just said hit her.
"What I mean is..." Chanti stammered.
"Don't worry I know what you mean." Selenay said her eyes sparkling their amusement.
"You seem to know a lot about other people even though you don't interact with them very much." Hermione said.
"Why thank you ever so much." Selenay said drily. " I need to go, cheer up Chanti it's not the end of the world."
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Here ends this chapter of our story. This story was co-authored with Ankie and Chanti. Please Review.
p.s. We do not own any of the HP characters/storyline. The ones we do own you'll know. ^_^
"Where are you running off to?" Dallas asked gently grabbing her arm.
"Huh?" Selenay turned and looked at him in surprise.
"I said where are you going?" he replied gently.
"For a walk." Selenay said gently pulling away.
"Mind if I walk with you?" Dallas replied.
"It's a free country." Selenay replied quietly shrugging her shoulders.
Dallas walked beside her and together they moved off towards the Entrance Hall.
"Does Dallas like Selenay?" Ankie asked Chanti as they walked away from Professor Vyusher's office.
"Sorry?" Chanti looked at Ankie in surprise. "Not that I know of."
"Ankie does have a point. He's always running off after her." Hermione said in a condescending tone.
"Come on, Let's follow them." Ankie said grabbing Harry and Chanti's hands pulling them towards the entrance hall. Ron and Hermione followed in Ankie's wake.
"No. We shouldn't follow them. It's intruding on their friendship." Chanti said darkly.
"Don't be a spoilsport!" Ankie cried.
"There they are." Ankie said pointing in excitement. Sitting on the Quidditch pitch was Dallas and Selenay talking quietly to each other. At the sound of Ankie's voice they both looked up in surprise.
Dallas gave Chanti a look of reproach. Selenay kicked him giving a slight nod towards Ankie who was dragging Chanti along behind her.
Dallas sighed. "For heaven's sake," he muttered.
Chanti was glowing red and slapped Ankie's arm away. She waved, trying desperately to hold back her emotions, Ankie crossed her arms, and Harry, not paying any attention to the situation, turned to talk to Hermione and Ron.
"I'm so sick of this," said Dallas without thinking.
"Sick of what?" said Selenay quietly.
"Everything," said Dallas and he stood up, "I'll see you later Selenay, I need to go sort some things out."
Selenay looked confused, but she continued sitting cross-legged on the grass. Ankie and Chanti were making there way over to them. Dallas put his hands in his pockets and walked off in the opposite direction.
"Wait, Dallas!" Chanti said holding back tears. "Let's talk." She ran to catch up to him. But he wasn't in the mood.
"Let's talk," said Chanti again, clutching his arm. Dallas stopped dead in his tracks, and closed his eyes. "Ok, Chanti, let's talk."
She put her arm around his neck and drove him to her, "I'm sorry I'm so envious," she cried.
"Oh, Lord," thought Dallas, she's crying, "what am I supposed to do?"
"And I know you and Selenay are just friends, but you can't expect me to not care that you spend so much time with . . ."
"Chanti?" asked Dallas.
"Yea," she replied cautiously. But the words Dallas wanted to say got mixed up with what the ones he felt he should say.
"Stop worrying about it, I don't feel that way about her," he lied, it felt like he was offering Chanti something rotten that he half-expected to see her eat. She wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled.
"So, so you don't . . .like her?"
Dallas cleared his throat, "No, Chanti, we're only friends. But," he faltered.
"What?" she asked, she had still not let go of his neck.
"I, ah, want a break from things, do you know what I mean? I break from..."
"A break from you and me?" her voice quivered. Dallas looked into her brown eyes and nodded.
Selenay looked up in surprise at the strangled cry that came from across the field. Ankie said in a concerned voice, "I wonder what's wrong with Chanti."
Selenay looked at her in surprise. Chanti came towards them slowly her expression full of woe. "What happened?" Ankie asked alarmed at the tears streaming down her face. Chanti glanced at Selenay and saw the confusion and concern in her eyes.
"Dallas doesn't want to be near me." Chanti said quietly. Selenay looked at her in alarm. "He said he wants a break from us being such good friends."
Selenay slipped up behind her and gave her a hug. "I'm quite sure Dallas is confused about the events that have happened in the past couple of days and just wants to sort them out on his own." Selenay said to her quietly. "I pull this on my friends all the time and they know I just need some space and they respect my wishes and let me have that space. People sometimes need a little time out and I think it's Dallas' time. So I don't think he's saying he hates you or anything I just think he's trying to sort out things inside himself. Do you catch my drift?"
Chanti looked in surprise. " You have friends...?"
Selenay looked at her in amusement as the realisation of watch Chanti had just said hit her.
"What I mean is..." Chanti stammered.
"Don't worry I know what you mean." Selenay said her eyes sparkling their amusement.
"You seem to know a lot about other people even though you don't interact with them very much." Hermione said.
"Why thank you ever so much." Selenay said drily. " I need to go, cheer up Chanti it's not the end of the world."
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Here ends this chapter of our story. This story was co-authored with Ankie and Chanti. Please Review.
p.s. We do not own any of the HP characters/storyline. The ones we do own you'll know. ^_^