"I have a headache. I'm off to bed."
Lydia's tones were short and weary as she got to her feet from the dinner table, pushing in her chair and taking her dish to the kitchen.
"Want me to make you a potion?" she heard Remus call from the dining room. She shivered as a cold sliver of anger rushed through her. Why, she still didn't know. Why couldn't she be left alone??
"That's alright," she returned, and as she was walking past them to the stairs, she took note of the sad look on Sirius' face. Why did he act like they were still an item? He was the one who broke up with her, not the other way around, there was no need for him to act like he was at her mercy, so to speak. She voiced this on accident.
"Y'know Sirius, we're not together anymore, so please quit acting like it. Goodnight."
She climbed the stairs quickly, taking them three at a time now, and she collapsed on her bed, burying her eyes in the thick grey fur of her cat.
::Mrow.::
Her cat started at this sudden act of affection, and Bastet got to her feet, stretched, yawned, then resettled herself against Lydia's side. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Lydia closed her eyes and feigned sleep, but her mind was racing.
Why did I say that? Why?? I didn't mean that... I know I didn't... there is something severely wrong with me!
"Ly, quit faking."
Lydia opened her eyes to see Sirius standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest and looking at her as though he were very angry. How dare he! was Lydia's first thought, but then all the anger bottled up inside came rushing out as she stood up and spoke.
"What is it, Sirius? Mad because I burst your bubble?? Well it's true! It was your choice to break up, not mine. I never would have left you, but you initiated it, and I had to go along. What is it you want? Not happy with your decision? Well, neither am I. I never was, never will be, but I don't see how you could have said all those things to me and kept the ability to change your mind."
"Don't do this, Lydia," he said through gritted teeth. Lydia couldn't see his face very well in the dark, but she knew immediately that he was infuriated with her. "You enjoy arguing with me, I think, otherwise if you were really unhappy with my decision you'd be crying all over me."
"That's what you want me to do, not what I would really do! You know me. I don't cry for nothing. Now if you just came up here to revel in the fact that you're a content person and I'm not, haha, then I want you to leave, because I fully intended to go to sleep."
"I never said I wanted to have you crying all over me," he gushed. "I hate it when you cry. You know that."
"Well, I wouldn't cry if you would stop doing this to me!"
"Doing what?"
"...This. Telling me that I'm too hateful a person for you and then teasing me!"
"Teasing you? How do I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, just all the times you hug me, touch me, kiss me, all of that. I wouldn't cry if I knew whether or not you wanted to be with me or if you just liked paying attention to me, or what!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks, masked by darkness, but they were evident in her voice.
She heard him sigh quietly, then bit her lip briefly as he sidled closer, and closed her eyes as his hands found hers. He pulled her close, then let her hands drop and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her cheek against his chest, and he squeezed her affectionately to try and still her shuddering sobs. He kissed her cheek and spoke in her ear, quietly, like he used to...
"Don't cry anymore, Ly," he murmured. "Consider anything I said then to be a fake dream. Things are different now..."
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Lydia's tones were short and weary as she got to her feet from the dinner table, pushing in her chair and taking her dish to the kitchen.
"Want me to make you a potion?" she heard Remus call from the dining room. She shivered as a cold sliver of anger rushed through her. Why, she still didn't know. Why couldn't she be left alone??
"That's alright," she returned, and as she was walking past them to the stairs, she took note of the sad look on Sirius' face. Why did he act like they were still an item? He was the one who broke up with her, not the other way around, there was no need for him to act like he was at her mercy, so to speak. She voiced this on accident.
"Y'know Sirius, we're not together anymore, so please quit acting like it. Goodnight."
She climbed the stairs quickly, taking them three at a time now, and she collapsed on her bed, burying her eyes in the thick grey fur of her cat.
::Mrow.::
Her cat started at this sudden act of affection, and Bastet got to her feet, stretched, yawned, then resettled herself against Lydia's side. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Lydia closed her eyes and feigned sleep, but her mind was racing.
Why did I say that? Why?? I didn't mean that... I know I didn't... there is something severely wrong with me!
"Ly, quit faking."
Lydia opened her eyes to see Sirius standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest and looking at her as though he were very angry. How dare he! was Lydia's first thought, but then all the anger bottled up inside came rushing out as she stood up and spoke.
"What is it, Sirius? Mad because I burst your bubble?? Well it's true! It was your choice to break up, not mine. I never would have left you, but you initiated it, and I had to go along. What is it you want? Not happy with your decision? Well, neither am I. I never was, never will be, but I don't see how you could have said all those things to me and kept the ability to change your mind."
"Don't do this, Lydia," he said through gritted teeth. Lydia couldn't see his face very well in the dark, but she knew immediately that he was infuriated with her. "You enjoy arguing with me, I think, otherwise if you were really unhappy with my decision you'd be crying all over me."
"That's what you want me to do, not what I would really do! You know me. I don't cry for nothing. Now if you just came up here to revel in the fact that you're a content person and I'm not, haha, then I want you to leave, because I fully intended to go to sleep."
"I never said I wanted to have you crying all over me," he gushed. "I hate it when you cry. You know that."
"Well, I wouldn't cry if you would stop doing this to me!"
"Doing what?"
"...This. Telling me that I'm too hateful a person for you and then teasing me!"
"Teasing you? How do I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, just all the times you hug me, touch me, kiss me, all of that. I wouldn't cry if I knew whether or not you wanted to be with me or if you just liked paying attention to me, or what!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks, masked by darkness, but they were evident in her voice.
She heard him sigh quietly, then bit her lip briefly as he sidled closer, and closed her eyes as his hands found hers. He pulled her close, then let her hands drop and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her cheek against his chest, and he squeezed her affectionately to try and still her shuddering sobs. He kissed her cheek and spoke in her ear, quietly, like he used to...
"Don't cry anymore, Ly," he murmured. "Consider anything I said then to be a fake dream. Things are different now..."
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