Author's Note: Alright, I'm spending time writing this that should be
better used to finish my assignment, and the computer just ate about 300
words worth of Natalia's entry. So I hope that's not an omen. Also, as you
may have realised by now, I write like a demon when I'm stressed and busy
(on everything but the assignment I'm meant to be working on, that is).
This entry is dedicated to Lorna, who I have the pleasure of knowing (and who has the displeasure of knowing me, he he) in the real world and who puts up with me haranguing her to read this.
Disclaimer: The Goblin Screwers from the last entry are mine and I'm immensely proud of them :-)
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Entry Twelve: A Conversation with Roger
Well, I think this one's pretty self-explanatory, don't you?
12:03 AM, October 5th
Despite best efforts Luc and I still managed to miss last bus back to Hogwarts, so had to walk entire way back. Which would normally take about half an hour, but is much longer when don't have optimal usage of limbs and motor skills.
We also stopped to take advantage of nice pile of leaves on way.
1:39 AM
Once reached castle Luc and I parted ways, him saying that he had forgotten to send letter to mother and needed to go up to Owlery. Did not mind as able to check out his arse when he began to climb up staircase to get there. Am very, very lucky girl.
Come to think of it, pile of leaves may have actually been same one that made during detention day. Good to know that didn't go to waste. Was originally intended for Oliver Wood, but quite frankly has had his chance. He may be Scottish and sexy Gryffindor Quidditch captain and everything, but is not part-Veela. Mary Sues don't know what they are missing out on. Silly bints.
Normal way back to common room closed off due to lateness of hour so had to walk through wolf-whistling knights hall, but really did not mind. In fact, in such good mood that blew kisses to them as passed through. Common room nice and warm, with all lights still on. Am really very luck girl...
"Where have you been?" someone demanded, breaking through my thoughts and making me jump.
A haggard-looking Roger was sitting at largest common room table, framed by towering stacks of books. "Warringtons out looking for you," he said without giving me a chance to reply. "How do you think he felt when he came back to your table and you were gone? How do you I think I felt when we got onto the last bus back to Hogwarts and you weren't on it?"
"I'm sorry," I giggled. "My hands were a bit full with, uh, something." Under Roger's stare I stopped laughing and lowered my eyes.
"Well, next time just have a bit of consideration, will you?" he snapped. "Warrington was frantic when he couldn't find you again, especially given the state you were in when he left you. "Anything" could have happened to you. You had no business going off by yourself like that!"
"I wasn't alone!" I flung back at him, beginning to tire of his lecture. "Luc was with me!"
Roger's eyes snapped open and his mouth tightened into a thin line. I watched and waited for the outburst to come, but it didn't. "Alright then," he said finally. "The next time something like this happens, could you please, please just let someone know where you're going? Even in your state, you must be able to see how worried your friends were about you."
"Look, I'm sorry," I said, collapsing on the couch to his right. "Normally I wouldn't have done that but I'd had at least seven Goblin Screwers." At least remember drinking seven, so probably was into double digits by time Luc arrived, but considered it wise not to tell Roger that. "I was just too drunk."
"Did Delacourt know someone else was with you?" Roger asked.
"I-I think so," I responded, wondering why was so nervous around him. "I mean, I vaguely remember telling him, but I could have just thought of telling him and not done it-"
"And was he as inebriated as you were?"
I shook my head.
Roger jerked his head away and ran a hand through his hair. "So," he directed to the wall across from him, "you were, well, and he still-" He pushed the chair back and sprung to his feet. "That bastard! I'll kill him! Well, I'll kick him off the team at least," he amended himself, seeing my sceptical look. "Bloody Merlin!"
"You've never liked him," I accused.
"I would have thought better of him," he shot back. "I know he's wanted to for weeks, but I had no idea he would do it when you were drunk. Effing bloody twat!" He sunk back onto his chair and frustratedly buried his head in his hands.
"Roger," I said, rising to my feet (which took no small amount of effort) and going over to him, "Luc had given me a Butterbeer and I'd thrown up, so I was sober enough to know what I was doing. Besides, I was the one who made the moves on him. So if you're going to get angry at anyone, it should be me."
"Why would I be angry?" Roger snapped.
"Well, I don't know, but you are," I snapped back. We glared at each other for a minute, then Roger relented and gestured to the chair next to him. I sank into it. "Well, thanks for waiting up for me."
"What makes you think I was waiting for you?" Roger retorted, but his voice had a hollowness to it. "I have books in front of me, don't I?" I shifted my chair over to him and put my arms around him. It felt like a long time before he hugged me back. Suddenly I felt hot tears sliding down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Roger," I sobbed. "I didn't mean to make you worry about me. Everything just happened so quickly and I wasn't thinking about anyone else. I'm really, really sorry. Oh, I don't know why I'm crying like this. It must be because I've been drinking. This is so bloody embarrassing-"
"Sh, sh," Roger soothed, bringing up one hand to brush the hair out of my face. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm the only one here. I'm a mean bastard really, I should have had this talk with you when you were sober. Your face even still feels hot." He rose to his feet and helped me out of Luc's coat, then led me back to the couch. I curled up gratefully on top of it. "Are you thirsty? Would you like me to get you a glass of water?"
"N-no, I'm fine, thank you," I hiccuped.
Roger stood looking down at me for a while, then said, "Well, I should really go outside and tell Warrington that you've returned. I know he's a Slytherin, but I still feel bad letting the bastard freeze. I'll just get my cloak from upstairs, then I'll be off."
"No, why wake everyone?" I said. "Take mine." Too late I remembered that had misplaced own coat in the Three Broomsticks and it was Luc's I was holding out for him. Roger hesitated, obviously considering the coat's owner, then reached out and took it from me.
"I'd best be off then," he said. "Oh, by the way, if you're to get any rest at all you might want to stay down here tonight. Clearhead and Weasley had an argument at Hogmeades earlier and she's been upstairs bawling since she got back."
"Mmm-hmm," I yawned sleepily as my head sunk into the pillow. Felt Roger reach over and extinguish the table lamp next to me, then his footsteps receded out of the room.
When I was awoken five hours later by Bombardino on his way outside for a run (at seven on a Sunday morning - Freak), could still not figure out why I had been crying.
This entry is dedicated to Lorna, who I have the pleasure of knowing (and who has the displeasure of knowing me, he he) in the real world and who puts up with me haranguing her to read this.
Disclaimer: The Goblin Screwers from the last entry are mine and I'm immensely proud of them :-)
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Entry Twelve: A Conversation with Roger
Well, I think this one's pretty self-explanatory, don't you?
12:03 AM, October 5th
Despite best efforts Luc and I still managed to miss last bus back to Hogwarts, so had to walk entire way back. Which would normally take about half an hour, but is much longer when don't have optimal usage of limbs and motor skills.
We also stopped to take advantage of nice pile of leaves on way.
1:39 AM
Once reached castle Luc and I parted ways, him saying that he had forgotten to send letter to mother and needed to go up to Owlery. Did not mind as able to check out his arse when he began to climb up staircase to get there. Am very, very lucky girl.
Come to think of it, pile of leaves may have actually been same one that made during detention day. Good to know that didn't go to waste. Was originally intended for Oliver Wood, but quite frankly has had his chance. He may be Scottish and sexy Gryffindor Quidditch captain and everything, but is not part-Veela. Mary Sues don't know what they are missing out on. Silly bints.
Normal way back to common room closed off due to lateness of hour so had to walk through wolf-whistling knights hall, but really did not mind. In fact, in such good mood that blew kisses to them as passed through. Common room nice and warm, with all lights still on. Am really very luck girl...
"Where have you been?" someone demanded, breaking through my thoughts and making me jump.
A haggard-looking Roger was sitting at largest common room table, framed by towering stacks of books. "Warringtons out looking for you," he said without giving me a chance to reply. "How do you think he felt when he came back to your table and you were gone? How do you I think I felt when we got onto the last bus back to Hogwarts and you weren't on it?"
"I'm sorry," I giggled. "My hands were a bit full with, uh, something." Under Roger's stare I stopped laughing and lowered my eyes.
"Well, next time just have a bit of consideration, will you?" he snapped. "Warrington was frantic when he couldn't find you again, especially given the state you were in when he left you. "Anything" could have happened to you. You had no business going off by yourself like that!"
"I wasn't alone!" I flung back at him, beginning to tire of his lecture. "Luc was with me!"
Roger's eyes snapped open and his mouth tightened into a thin line. I watched and waited for the outburst to come, but it didn't. "Alright then," he said finally. "The next time something like this happens, could you please, please just let someone know where you're going? Even in your state, you must be able to see how worried your friends were about you."
"Look, I'm sorry," I said, collapsing on the couch to his right. "Normally I wouldn't have done that but I'd had at least seven Goblin Screwers." At least remember drinking seven, so probably was into double digits by time Luc arrived, but considered it wise not to tell Roger that. "I was just too drunk."
"Did Delacourt know someone else was with you?" Roger asked.
"I-I think so," I responded, wondering why was so nervous around him. "I mean, I vaguely remember telling him, but I could have just thought of telling him and not done it-"
"And was he as inebriated as you were?"
I shook my head.
Roger jerked his head away and ran a hand through his hair. "So," he directed to the wall across from him, "you were, well, and he still-" He pushed the chair back and sprung to his feet. "That bastard! I'll kill him! Well, I'll kick him off the team at least," he amended himself, seeing my sceptical look. "Bloody Merlin!"
"You've never liked him," I accused.
"I would have thought better of him," he shot back. "I know he's wanted to for weeks, but I had no idea he would do it when you were drunk. Effing bloody twat!" He sunk back onto his chair and frustratedly buried his head in his hands.
"Roger," I said, rising to my feet (which took no small amount of effort) and going over to him, "Luc had given me a Butterbeer and I'd thrown up, so I was sober enough to know what I was doing. Besides, I was the one who made the moves on him. So if you're going to get angry at anyone, it should be me."
"Why would I be angry?" Roger snapped.
"Well, I don't know, but you are," I snapped back. We glared at each other for a minute, then Roger relented and gestured to the chair next to him. I sank into it. "Well, thanks for waiting up for me."
"What makes you think I was waiting for you?" Roger retorted, but his voice had a hollowness to it. "I have books in front of me, don't I?" I shifted my chair over to him and put my arms around him. It felt like a long time before he hugged me back. Suddenly I felt hot tears sliding down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Roger," I sobbed. "I didn't mean to make you worry about me. Everything just happened so quickly and I wasn't thinking about anyone else. I'm really, really sorry. Oh, I don't know why I'm crying like this. It must be because I've been drinking. This is so bloody embarrassing-"
"Sh, sh," Roger soothed, bringing up one hand to brush the hair out of my face. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm the only one here. I'm a mean bastard really, I should have had this talk with you when you were sober. Your face even still feels hot." He rose to his feet and helped me out of Luc's coat, then led me back to the couch. I curled up gratefully on top of it. "Are you thirsty? Would you like me to get you a glass of water?"
"N-no, I'm fine, thank you," I hiccuped.
Roger stood looking down at me for a while, then said, "Well, I should really go outside and tell Warrington that you've returned. I know he's a Slytherin, but I still feel bad letting the bastard freeze. I'll just get my cloak from upstairs, then I'll be off."
"No, why wake everyone?" I said. "Take mine." Too late I remembered that had misplaced own coat in the Three Broomsticks and it was Luc's I was holding out for him. Roger hesitated, obviously considering the coat's owner, then reached out and took it from me.
"I'd best be off then," he said. "Oh, by the way, if you're to get any rest at all you might want to stay down here tonight. Clearhead and Weasley had an argument at Hogmeades earlier and she's been upstairs bawling since she got back."
"Mmm-hmm," I yawned sleepily as my head sunk into the pillow. Felt Roger reach over and extinguish the table lamp next to me, then his footsteps receded out of the room.
When I was awoken five hours later by Bombardino on his way outside for a run (at seven on a Sunday morning - Freak), could still not figure out why I had been crying.