Saved Roleplays

## Bronwen and Kris admit their feelings for each other

**Kris**: Kris apparated into his apartment. He looked around for a few seconds before walking to the kitchen, going to the cupboards and getting a bottle of vodka from a secret hole. "Sorry. Teen sister. Don't want her getting in trouble with alcohol." He said with a shrug as he grabbed some glasses.

**Bronwen**: She laughed, then sat down on the coach. "Don't worry, I'm not a messy drunk. I don't scream or punch walls or throw myself over people," she smiled. "What about you? What are you like when under the influence?"

**Kris**: "I think I was when I was younger." He said with a laugh as he poured, sitting down next to her. "I've learned to be calm." He added, handing her a glass.

**Bronwen**: She smiled as she took the glass, then rolled it across her forehead to soothe her mind. Then she clinked glasses with Kris before necking down the vodka. She squirmed a little at the burn.

**Kris**: "Told you it was strong." He said, before pulling back his own drink, coughing a bit before he started pouring two more for them.

**Bronwen**: "I can see," she chuckled, and took another swig, not reacting as much. "So, did you do any more 'trading' today?"

**Kris**: "Negative. That's what I get for having to wait on a guy since five AM... I think he might have been killed... Oh well." He said with a shrug, taking another shot.

**Bronwen**: "Well, that's pleasant," she said, downing some more vodka. She could feel the alcohol affecting her brain now. "You're so calm about people dying. Are you a dark wizard or something?" she laughed at the thought.

**Kris**: "Well... yes." He answered, the alcohol have been affecting his, too. "Haven't I told you, I've killed people before." He said, shrugging.

**Bronwen**: Bronwen froze. "You're a dark wizard?"

**Kris:** Kris froze. He watched her with wide eyes. "What? No." He said, trying to brush it off, very badly. After a second, he groaned. "Damnit." He muttered, shaking his head.

**Bronwen**: "Wow. I fancy a dark wizard," she muttered, swirling her vodka round in his glass. "That's, er... that's reassuring."

**Kris**: There was a few minutes of silence after that. After a bit, he started to watch her. Then he spoke up. "You fancy me?" He said with a small smirk.

**Bronwen**: "I'm drunk, don't take it seriously," she said without missing a beat. She regretted it immediately after saying it, though.

**Kris**: "Okay." he answered, pouring himself another glass. He'd never admit- even to himself- that it hurt a little when she said that.

**Bronwen**: Bronwen began downing her drinks faster - she wanted to drown it out. She could feel herself getting woozy, but she didn't care. She started watching Kris, keeping her eyes on him as he drunk - he fascinated her.

**Kris**: He stayed quiet as he watched her for about a minute, before he looked at her. "You okay, Dear?" He asked, slurring a bit. "Does your head hurt? I an find this guy and kick his ass, you know...." He said, his eyes showing a hint of concern for her.

**Bronwen**: Bronwen glanced up at him, and the expression in his eyes pretty much melted her. He cared about her. He was the only person she'd met outside her family who cared about her. All she wanted to do was kiss him. Still, she held back - she wasn't sure if he liked her. "I've already done that for you," she said.

**Kris**: "Well... I could do it again." He said with a small smile. He sighed, looking away. "Weird for a dark wizard to be saying that, isn't it? That he'll beat somebody up for a girl."

**Bronwen**: That was enough for Bronwen; she stared at Kris, and the room was silent for a couple moments. Then, like last time, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

**Kris**: Kris hesitated for a few seconds, before kissing her back. After about a minute, he pulled away for a breath, grinning. "What was that for?"

**Bronwen**: "For being you," she sighed, smiling slightly. "I knew what I was getting myself in for when we agreed on the friends-with-benefits thing and I've seen the movies and read the books and I knew I was going to end up falling for you so when I did I ignored it cause I knew there was no chance of you even getting near me emotionally. I mean, you said you weren't looking, and I thought I wasn't. Well, look at me now. Drunk on the coach of the guy I'm in love with."

**Kris**: Kris had ended up looking away near the end, biting his lip. "Bronwen, you should know this is a bad idea..." He said with a sigh. "So why do I want to kiss you again?" He said, looking up at her, her expression extremely guarded.

**Bronwen**: She smiled to herself, almost in relief. "Well, we have a bottle of vodka left. How about we just blame on the alcohol?"

**Kris**: He shrugged. "Sounds plausible to me." He said, before pulling her closer, kissing her.

**Bronwen**: Bronwen melted into the kiss, feeling happy and relieved and euphoric and confused and terrified all at the same time. It was strange. But she loved it. She loved him.

**Kris**: Time seemed to fly by for him. He soon was falling asleep. With Bronwen. On a couch. Bu that's it. Just falling asleep."You think we're too drunk to be able to remember this tomorrow?" He asked tiredly.

**Bronwen**: She was falling asleep as well, her eyelids drooping. She gave him a wide, dopey smile, then whispered, "I hope not," before falling asleep in Kris' arms.

**Kris**: Kris returned the grin. "Me too." He said quietly, falling asleep not seconds later.

## Oscar tells Faith about his past

**Faith**: Faith was... well, she was hiding in here. She knew she had to pack, but she didn't want to think about having to leave.

**Oscar**: Oscar had been down here for a while, watching Bruce as he flew threw the dungeons, weaving in and out of the rooms. It was odd that his owl liked spending more time down in the dungeons, but it was dark and quiet down here, and that's how Oscar liked it.

**Faith**: She looked up to see Oscar. "Oh, hi."

**Oscar**: *Hi,* he wrote in the air when he saw Faith. *What brings you down here?*

**Faith**: She shrugged. "Nothing." It wasn't a *total* lie... "What're you doing down here?"

**Bruce**: Bruce swooped into the classroom, chirping when he saw Faith, then swooped back down the hall.

**Oscar**:He chuckled almost silently at Bruce, then turned to Faith. *Does that give you your answer?*

**Faith**: She shook her head. "That's a very strange owl you've got yourself."

**Oscar**: *I know. That's why I love him,* he smiled. *Seriously - why are you down here?*

**Faith**: "No reason, really."

**Oscar**: He raised one eyebrow, letting her know that he could see right through her lie.

**Faith**: It stung that he could probably tell she was lying. "Avoiding packing," she grumbled, sinking down to the floor, sitting criss-cross on the ground.

**Oscar**: *Oh.* His smile fell, now he knew how Faith was really feeling. *Don't want to leave?*

**Faith**: "No."

**Oscar**: *Why not?*

**Faith**: She glanced up at him. "Why don't you talk?"

**Oscar**: He twitched slightly at the question he hated answering. *Why do you want to know?*

**Faith**: "Exactly."

**Oscar**: *Are we going to sit here and just play 20 questions?* he asked, then sighed. *I'll tell if you will.*

**Faith Bagman**: She shifted uncomfortably. "My family doesn't... get me. I've got four siblings, and they've paired off, so I'm alone. Which is fine, because I'm perfectly content to just sit around and read. Except they think there's something wrong with me, because my oldest sister doesn't do that. So they're constantly barging into my life, and trying to get me to talk to them, or pretend to be excited about something..." She shook her head. "I like being left alone. I like it here. My siblings don't interfere when they don't live where I live."

**Oscar**: He swallowed, feeling a mixture of emotions ranging from understanding to envy at Faith's story. She knew what it was like to feel alone, but she *had* a family, and a large one at that. He swallowed, looking down, then wrote, *The people that I'm living with aren't my parents. Jake's my cousin. They're my auntie and uncle.* He paused again, swallowing the lump in his throat. *My close family... they're dead. My parents and sister died in a train crash. On a train I should have been on. I was eight.*

**Faith**: Her eyes got wide, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. There were days she wished her family would disappear... but his actually *had.* "And... and you haven't spoken since?"

**Oscar**:He shook his head, swallowing again. *So now you know.*

**Faith**: "Does anyone else know?" she asked. "Besides Jake, I'm guessing."

**Oscar**: He shook his head again. *It's not exactly the type of thing you go yelling from the rooftops.*

**Faith**: "It's hard to go yelling things from rooftops when you choose not to even speak at all," she said with a hint of a smile.

**Oscar**: He shot her a sarcastic smile, before it transitioned into a hint of a real one. *After four years of not speaking, I've just grown to dislike it all together.*

**Faith**: "Meaning you don't like when others speak, either?" she asked, eyebrows raised, a hint of a smirk coloring her smile.

**Oscar**: *Not if they're obnoxious, no.* He wrote, before quickly adding, *Which you aren't, before you get that idea.*

**Faith**: She nodded. Her curiosity was starting to take over. "So... do you ever miss the sound of your voice? Or wonder if it's changed? Can you even remember what it sounded like?"

**Oscar**: *You're doing it again,* he wrote, the sudden wave of questions making him uncomfortable.

**Faith**: She found she had been leaning forward in her curiosity, but his comment knocked all the wind out of her, and she slunk back. "Sorry."

**Oscar**: *It's alright,* he wrote, his small smile returning. *I don't really miss it at all. I like being silent. Everytime I speak, it just feels like an intrusion, like it doesn't belong.*

**Faith**: She considered that. "Interesting."

**Oscar**: *I've only ever spoken three times in the past year.*}}

**Faith**: "What made you do it?"

**Oscar**: *I was forced to.* He wrote, looking down. *Mostly by family who didn't and still don't understand why I don't talk.*

**Faith**: "My family wouldn't get it, either," she said, unsure of what else to say.

**Oscar**: Even the *word* 'family' made him twitch slightly, and he sighed. *I know Charity. She's really nice.*

**Faith**: She flinched at Charity's name. "People prefer her."

**Oscar**: *Well, between you and Charity, I know which one of you I'd much rather spend time with.*

**Faith**: "I get it. She's a Hufflepuff, too. You'll get a second Mom for another year," she said bitterly.

**Oscar**: *I was talking about you.*

**Faith**: She stopped. She forced herself not to say something along the lines of "are you sure" or "maybe you didn't actually meet my sister" knowing that would be stupid.

**Oscar**: *Yes, your sister is really nice, but she's* too *nice. Too smiley.*

**Faith**: She giggled. "She's not when she's annoyed."

**Oscar**: *I've yet to see her even frown, never mind be annoyed.*

**Faith**: "You didn't see her when her *boy*friend caught me skipping flying," she said, rolling her eyes.

**Oscar**: He chuckled again at her eye roll.

**Faith**: "I'm serious. You want to see her frown? Break all the rules you possibly can," she said with a smirk.

**Oscar**: He smiled. *I think I'll leave that to the troublemakers, thanks.*

**Faith**: "Probably for the best. Especially since I think she wants Head Girl for next year."

**Oscar**: *She will be Head Girl next year, it's obvious. It's probably already been decided.*

**Faith**: She shrugged. "Even if it is, I don't really care."

**Oscar**: *Me neither,* he wrote with a small but genuine smile, realizing how Faith was one of the only people he actually felt comfortable (and perhaps even happy) around.

**Faith**: She glanced over at him, and for some reason (and Merlin, she hoped she was right), she felt he was being genuine. She returned his smile.

**Oscar**: *Promise you'll write to me over the holidays?* he asked with a small smirk.

**Faith**: She considered this for a moment, and then nodded, smiling. "If you write back."

**Oscar**: *Of course I will,* he smiled.

## Amelie and Ryder meeting at the Retro

**Ryder**: Ryder was sat in the corner of the bar, glad that the bar was quiet so there wasn't loads of work to do. His guitar in his lap, he began plucking a complicated tune, his fingers gliding up and down the fret board effortlessly.

**Amelie**: Having failed at trying to stay in La Lune Bleu, she reattempts Sascha's dare to stay in a bar for more than one hour. (She's pretty sure the only reason why she failed at her earlier attempt was because that Teresa girl tried talking to her, and talking to people always throws her off.) With a timer on her phone and a book in her hand, she takes a sip of butterbeer every once in while, listening to Ryder play the guitar. Fifteen minutes left.

**Ryder**: The tune developed into a proper song, and his playing picked up; he contemplated singing.

**Amelie**: She bites her lip to prevent herself from complimenting Ryder on his playing. It would be weird if she did... right? She keeps silent and flips a page, letting herself blend in with the shadows unnoticed.}}

**Ryder:** He looked round the bar, examining the customers: a blonde girl was perched at one of the tables, her nose buried in a book; two students were in the corner, sharing a meal; and a brunette woman was sat at the bar, drinking a cocktail. He might as well liven the place up. Taking out his wand, he conjured a microphone stand, and cleared his throat. "Well, if we're going to get some music in here, let's do it properly."

**Amelie**: Her eyes widen a bit at the phrase 'let's do it properly', because that means something incredibly social and active is going to happen. At least no one can see her expression behind the book she's reading. She's silently hoping that once again, she'll go unnoticed by everyone else in the room.

**Ryder**: Ryder took a deep breath and began strumming and singing a simple but pretty song.

**Amelie**: As soon as she kind of gets the general structure of the song, she hums along to it quietly, even though she's never heard it before in her life. When the song ends, she decides to approach Ryder, book tucked under her arm. (Because it can't hurt to pay someone a compliment, right?) "Umm... H-hi. Youwerereallygood." She mentally chastises her awkward self.

**Ryder**: He glanced up at the compliment he'd just been payed and smiled his signature one-sided grin, dragging a hand through his hair subconsciously. "Thanks," he nodded. "You must be a newcomer here."

**Amelie**: How do people just interact coolly like that? Was there a class at Hogwarts she missed out on or something? She nods. "Yeah." What do people do normally in a conversation? Ah! Introduce themselves! "I'm Amelie." she says, smiling a little bit.

**Ryder**: He grinned again at her obvious awkwardness. "Ryder," he introduced himself. "You're definitely a newcomer here."

**Amelie**: She smiles nervously. "I *know* I'm out of place, but I never fully realized how painstakingly obvious it was."

**Ryder**: He shrugged, still wearing his grin. "It's obvious to me. Is it a dare? I bet it's a dare."

**Amelie**: "It's a dare." she confirms, "So, are you just an average, everyday Legilimens or a not-so-average, not-so-everyday secret mutant that can mind read?" As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she wants to find the nearest wall and bang her head against it. "Or are you just really good at reading people?" she says, in an attempt to get him to distract him from what she said earlier.

**Ryder**: He laughed at her questions. "I'm just really good at reading people," he confirmed.

**Amelie**: Laughing. Okay. Laughing. It's better than thinking she's a weird freak except wait does he think she's a weird freak ugh he probably does. "Cool!" she exclaims, just a little too loudly, and when she realizes that she blushes in embarrassment. She bites her lip. "I'm not very good at talking to people." she admits.

**Ryder**: Her blushing made his grin more, but he bit back a laugh, knowing that that would make her more embarrassed. "Don't worry; we aren't all blessed with flawless social skills."

**Amelie**: "I'm one hundred percent sure there was some sort of secret to good social skills that nobody shared with me. Or maybe a potion." She stops herself before she continues rambling.

**Ryder**: "Nah, it's just confidence," he said. "Don't be worried about what you're saying or how you're saying it. Just let the conversation flow."

**Amelie**: "My conversational skills are nonexistent. If they ever did exist, they were probably hacked to death with a machete." she says. Again, she mentally facepalms at her word-vomit. *You can't just say everything that pops into your head, Amelie!* she tells herself. Change topic. "What song was that earlier? It was really great."

**Ryder**: "It's just something I've been working on," he shrugged nonchalantly, picking up his guitar and leaning it against the bar. "It's nothing special."

**Amelie**: "Well, it's really great." she says, before blinking. "And as you know, I already said that so just disregard that said-twice statement. Except don't disregard it because it really *was* great and I'm just going around in circles." She bites her lip.

**Ryder**: "Thanks for the compliment," he grinned, noticing how obviously nervous and embarrassed she was.

**Amelie**: She glances at a clock out of the corner of her eye. Six more minutes and she wins! "You're welcome?" she says even though it comes out as more as a question because that's the right thing to say, right?

**Ryder**: He caught her glance at the clock and followed it, seeing the hands ticking. "How long have you got left? Since it's six minutes to seven, I'm guessing six minutes." His eyes flicked back to her. "Shall I play another song to pass the time?"

**Amelie**: = "If you like." she says, "I mean, you're the one playing so it's *your* choice."

**Ryder**: He nodded, picking his guitar up and placing it back on his lap, before leaning forward and speaking into the microphone, "If you don't know this song, I am deeply disappointed in you." Then he began playing and singing one of his favourites - *Let it Be* by The Beatles.

**Amelie**: She's tempted to sing a long because it's her favorite song, but she doesn't because her singing voice is terrible. When the song ends, she's beaming. "That's my favorite song." she remarks, "I think I'm in love with you." After realizing what she just said, she tugs at her hair for being stupid. "In a totally platonic way because we just met."

**Ryder**: He chuckled again, placing his guitar against the bar. "I'm flattered," he grinned. "And I'm also happy that I've found someone who also likes that song. Too many wizards don't know Muggle bands."

**Amelie**: "I don't really *know* that much muggle bands, but I started binge listening to as much as possible when I was in my sixth year." she says, glad that he isn't creeped out or anything, but her face is still red.

**Ryder**: "And how did you come across The Beatles, aka the best band of all time?"

**Amelie**: "I asked a muggle-born friend of mine." she says, "And I think I read about them in a book somewhere before that, but I thought they were talking about actual beetles, and it was a typo or something, because I'm used to be a clueless pure-blood who knew nothing of the muggle world."

**Ryder**: "Understandable," he nodded. "Well, they're my favourite band, and they're awesome."

**Amelie**: "They're my favorite band too, and I don't think that's going to change even if there are probably a million more bands I haven't discovered yet. My knowledge of music is quite stunted, but if the Beatles is my favorite band, it's probably not that bad." she says.

**Ryder**: "It's definitely not that bad if you're into bands like them," he agreed, rummaging in his pockets for his cigarettes, then finally finding them. "Care to join me outside?" he asked, placing an unlit cigarette between his teeth.

**Amelie**: Seeing that it's six seconds to seven, she stops him for a while by laying a hand on his arm. "Wait." Three, two, one. Yes! Her phone vibrates and she turns the timer off. "One hour straight in a bar. I win." She grins. "And sure, it'd be great to go outside."

**Ryder**: "Congratulations," he grinned as he exited the bar, lighting the cigarette and exhaling a stream of smoke. "Who was the dare with?"}}

**Amelie**: "Friend of mine. Majority of my friends like putting me in situations where they know that I'll be an awkward turtle." she says, "I'd say I need more antisocial friends who understand me, but it's good having social friends because they talk so much they don't realize I'm reading.'}}

**Ryder**: He chuckled into his cigarette. "You just start reading in the middle of their monologues?"

**Amelie**: "They rarely notice." she says, "You just have to say 'True!' and 'I totally agree!' a lot, or any other variation." She bites her lip. "I'm a good person, I swear. I listen when it sounds important! It rarely is, though."

**Ryder**: "Well, remind me to always check you for novels if I every engage in conversation with you again," he smiled, exhaling a circle of smoke.}}

**Amelie**: "You're implying this won't be our last conversation." she remarks, smiling a bit because she genuinely likes this human being and this is one of the few times being social worked out.

**Ryder**: "I said *if*, not when," he pointed out, his lips curling round the stick of tobacco. "Besides, if a dare is what brought you in here, and not your own will, then I doubt I'll see you again in this pub."

**Amelie**: "Well, yes..." she admits. This is what she gets for attempting friendship. "It was great meeting you though, even if I'll never see you again."}}

**Ryder**: "Likewise," he nodded, realizing how cold his previous statement had been. "It's not everyday you meet a pretty girl with a good music taste."}}

**Amelie**: "What gir – ?" she almost asks, confusedly before realizing wait – *Did he just compliment me? How does one even respond to that?* "Oh! Umm..." she bites her lip to prevent the smile from getting too big. "Thanks?"

**Ryder**: "You're welcome," he grinned, taking a long inhale from his cigarette.

**Amelie**: Not really sure how to respond to a 'you're welcome', she looks up. She *knows* it's only seven, but sunset happens at around five on most days, so it can't hurt to check for stars, right? She turns back to Ryder, "I realized I have no idea what your last name is."

**Ryder**: "Cressley," he replied. "I also realized I have no idea what your name is at all."

**Amelie**: "Hall." she says, "Are you American or something? Because your accent and I was kind of hoping that your last name would be something super obviously American and I wouldn't need to ask anymore."

**Ryder**: "Yes, I am American," he nodded. "Californian, to be precise."

**Amelie**: "I knew it!" she says, beaming. "So, you went to Salem's, then?"

**Ryder**: He nodded his head, finishing his cigarette. "I did for about two years, but then me and my dad moved to England, and I transferred over to Hogwarts. But then my dad moved back to America whilst I was in school, so I just went back and forth between the two countries."

**Amelie**: "Oh." she says, "What house were you? I was Slytherin."

**Ryder**: "I was also Slytherin," he smiled. "No offence, but you really don't seem like a Slytherin to me."

**Amelie**: "None taken." she says, "I was supposed to be Ravenclaw. I asked for Slytherin."

**Ryder**: He looked at her, bemused. "Why on Earth did you ask to be put into Slytherin?" He couldn't read her very well at the moment, for some reason.

**Amelie**: "Hey! Show some house pride! Slytherin is a *great* house." she teases, dodging the question.

**Ryder**: "I know it is," he grinned. "But that still doesn't answer my question on why you requested to join the house infamous for producing multiple dark wizards and witches in its time."

**Amelie**: Still avoiding the question, "Maybe I wanted to be a dark witch?" she muses, "Maybe I *am* a dark witch and you don't know it?"

**Ryder**: "Believe me, if you were a dark witch, I'd have figured it out by now. I'm just interested in why you keep dodging the question."

**Amelie**: "Then why don't you just use your Professor X mind reading on me right now?" she asks, smiling, before biting her lip. "I was eleven and I cared way too much about pleasing my dad." she says, a bit quickly. "But I don't regret Slytherin; I don't think I would've fit in with the people who studied all the time and got perfect scores in Ravenclaw."

**Ryder**: "I see," he nodded, folding his arms and leaning one shoulder against the wall. "Were all your ancestors Slytherins too?"

**Amelie**: "There was a Hufflepuff once. She was disowned" she remarks thoughtfully. She shakes her head to get rid of those thoughts. "You sound like a therapist." she says, before hastily adding, "Not in a bad way, of course."

**Ryder**: "I guess I could take that as a compliment," he smirked. "Therapeutic voice? Sense of speaking?"

**Amelie**: "Both?" she guesses, shrugging. "I don't know. I normally say things off the top of my head so maybe you *aren't* really like a therapist. Unless you want to be like a therapist. Then be a therapist. Except you probably don't want to and – " She bites her lip, blushing. "Sorry. Rambling."

**Ryder**: He laughed at her blushing, but not in a cruel way; it was just slightly amusing. "Thanks, but I've seen enough therapists to build up a severe distaste for them."}}

**Amelie**: "I would say I hate therapists, but I've never been to one." she says, "But if it helps... I hate therapists. Why did you need to go to a therapist anyway? Unless you don't want to tell me. That's fine. But it's also okay if you want to tell me." STOP RAMBLING, she shouts at herself in her head. "Basically anything is fine."

**Ryder**: He shrugged nonchalantly. "Just issues with my dad," he answered. "Therapists aren't much help, really."

**Amelie**: "Issues with dads are the *worst*." she nods in agreement.}}

**Ryder**: "Most definitely," he agreed. "Especially when your dad is a complete and utter prick."

**Amelie**: "Exactly!" she exclaims, blushing a bit because again, she was too loud, but she continues anyway, "My dad is a complete and utter prick too. We should find others like us and start a club."

**Ryder**: "Well, my sister can join," he smiled. "If I actually ever see her again."

**Amelie**: "You have a sister?" she says, "Must be cool. I'm an only child."

**Ryder**: "Well, I only found out about her three years ago and I've met her twice but yeah, it's cool," he said, his smile turning to a smirk.

**Amelie**: "I wish I had a long lost sibling," she says, "It sounds like something straight out of a book. I only have really stuck-up cousins and they are the most stuck-up people in the history of stuck-uppery. And snobbery. So I don't talk to them much, even if I already don't really talk to people in general, well, I don't talk to family more than I don't talk to people and that probably doesn't make sense but it *does*."

**Ryder**: "I can tell you don't talk to people much in general," he grinned at her. "But I agree - conversation with family is something I tend to avoid."

**Amelie**: "People and I don't mix." she says, "Only certain people and I mix. There are probably only around twelve in the entire universe. And three of them are probably on a different planet."

**Ryder**: "I have met somebody who befriends Martians?" he chuckled with one raised eyebrow. "First time for everything."

**Amelie**: "I haven't met them *yet*." she says, "And they're probably not all Martians." She bites her lip. "You probably think I'm crazy, don't you?"

**Ryder**: "No, I don't think you're crazy. Interesting, but not crazy."

**Amelie**: She smiles (more like beams, because it practically lights up the general area) because no one's ever really called her interesting before. "Thank you!" she says, still a bit shy at the compliment. "You're interesting too."

**Ryder**: "Thank you," he smiled, disposing of his cigarette then flexing his arms. "I should probably head back to the bar. Happy hour's starting soon and that's when most of the customers come in."

**Amelie**: "Oh! Okay. Bye. Umm... Good luck?" she does an awkward little wave, "Just... bye." She turns around and leaves, thinking to herself that it's okay, because the whole encounter could've gone worse.

**Ryder**: "Bye, Amelie," he called after her. "Set the timer for an hour and five minutes next time!" Then he went back into the bar, ready for any new customers.

## Twyla and Lilith on the Dungeon Staircase

**Lilith**: Lilith slowly made her way down the staircase, unsurprisingly deciding to light her way with a candle than her wand, feeling weirdly curious; she didn't go this deep into the dungeons very often.

**Twyla**: Twyla shrieked a little at the light that suddenly crept towards her and the face that appear through the darkness where she'd been happily and quietly sitting.

**Lilith**: She jumped slightly when Twyla shrieked, and just managed to stop herself toppling over. "Jesus, kid!" she again struggled to refrain from shouting - she knew this kid got scared easily.

**Twyla**: Twyla blinked a little and her eyes adjusted to the light. She stepped closer towards Lilith, but remained cautious. "Harp girl!" she pointed with a smile.

**Lilith**: "Yeah, that's me," she said with a bemused frown, watching the girl cautiously. "And you're... weird girl."

**Twyla**: "No...I'm Twyla," she replied with a little confusion in her voice, how could anyone think her name was 'weird girl'?

**Lilith**: "Yeah, I know that, I just..." She sighed; this girl was obviously younger than she looked. "I'm Lilith."

**Twyla**: Twyla looked confused again, "Oh, then...why did you answer to 'harp girl'?" She stepped forwards and looked closer at her, maybe it was a different person.

**Lilith**: "Because I'm a girl and I play the harp," she said slowly (and a little patronizingly), to make sure the youngster understood everything. "So I assumed that you were addressing me. Which you were."

**Twyla**: "Oh," she said again, but she smiled this time to show that it all made sense now. Suddenly she looked excited, "Can you play the harp with me now?"

**Lilith**: "Erm..." she hesitated, looking down at the rocky terrain. If anything happened to her harp, she knew she'd get angry. "I... guess..."

**Twyla**: Twyla didn't know what to say, but her mind had just as quickly moved on to other things. "Do you play other things? Do you paint?"

**Lilith**: "Not really," she said, still slightly hesitant. "Erm, I like to rollerskate."

**Twyla**: "Rollerskate," she repeated as it sunk it. "Do you fall a lot? I bet it's funny when you do," she giggled, not thinking it could come across as mean.

**Lilith**: She raised one eyebrow, biting back the several mean and sarcastic replies which came to her mind. "No, I'm actually quite good at it."

**Twyla**: "Oh, you probably don't fall then," she said absentmindedly and, maybe because she'd got bored of the conversation, she moved slightly back into the darkness to explore more.

**Lilith**: "You just wander round the castle on your own?" she asked in surprise as she watched Twyla go into the darkness, and immediately followed to stop the girl from falling down the stairs and breaking her neck.

**Twyla**: She nodded, it not occurring to her that Lilith probably couldn't see. "Mummy says that I can as long as I'm careful and I don't get lost, I know all the secret places to go,"

**Lilith**: "Yes, but if you don't know where everything in the castle is, then you can easily get lost," she replied, just managing to miss a huge rock protruding from the ceiling.

**Twyla**: "But how would you learn where places were...if you didn't look and find out?" she asked, still feeling her way along the walls and looking out for interesting things.

**Lilith**: "It depends whether you're willing to potentially get *really* lost," she said, not thinking that she might be scaring Twyla. She felt along the wall, the candle growing smaller and dimmer.

**Twyla**: "If I was lost then Mum would come and find me," she said, not allowing herself to think that anything else could happen or that she'd ever truly be alone.

**Lilith**: That was something she couldn't deny. "How old are you?" she asked slightly curiously.

**Twyla**: "11 soon. I'll be at Hogwarts next year," she said excitedly.

**Lilith**: She froze. "Eleven?" she asked, slightly stunned. She thought Twyla was much younger.

**Twyla**: "Yeah...I don't know why people are always shocked," she replied in a sweet and light tone, like a child.

**Lilith**: "Well, you act like you're six," she replied.}}

**Twyla**: "I'm not six though," she said slowly, "I don't understand." *Why would people think she was six?*

**Lilith**: "Never mind," she shook her head; the girl was obviously either undeveloped or just immature. They carried on further down the staircase, when a sudden gust of wind blew the candle out.

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**Lilith**: The impact of falling onto solid stone winded her, but Twyla's scream snapped her back into focus and she rummaged in her coat pocket for her matches. She swiftly lit one, then ran over to find Twyla. "Twyla! Twyla, calm down!"

**Twyla**: At the bright match, she screamed a little more. But she managed to get her back to the wall and slowly quietened down to a whimper. She looked at her hands, they were bleeding and had bits of stone in the cuts, she cried a little more, but didn't say anything, she was too scared to talk.|time=19:54, November 27, 2014 (UTC)

**Lilith**: "Shh, shh," she tried to calm Twyla, though her heart was beating rapidly. "Twyla, you're safe!" She looked down at Twyla's slightly cut hands, and thought for a second, before whipping out her wand. "*Episkey,*" she whispered, and the girl's hands began to heal.

**Twyla**: "Episkey...Safe..." she murmured softly, then she started looking around and her voice picked up in tone and volume again, "Runa...Runa?!"

**Lilith**: She rolled her eyes, but knew that saying Runa wasn't real would only cause more drama. Instead, she found the candle she'd dropped and lit it again, producing slightly more light.

**Twyla**: She'd calmed down a little now, but was still softly crying at the shock of it. Then she remembered something, something Elmira always reminded her to say. "Um...thank you...Lilith...Harp Girl,"

**Lilith**: "You shouldn't come exploring down here on your own," she said, turning to face Twyla. "Especially not without a light."

**Twyla**: "Twyla isn't alone. I have Runa and Lilith with me," she said with a smile, though there was an edge of accidental condescension in her tone.

**Lilith**="You're very lucky I was here in the first place," she nearly snapped, hearing the edge to Twyla's voice

**Twyla**: "Oh...thank you," she repeated, though she didn't understand why this was her fault or if there would have been an issue in the first place without Lilith being there to scare her.

**Lilith**: "It's alright," she eventually murmured, perching herself on one of the cold steps and wiping her hands on her coat. She'd noticed that her hands had also started bleeding slightly, but she didn't care.

**Twyla**: Twyla noticed that Lilith was looking at her hands, and she pointed at them. "Does Lilith feel hurt? We should go find Mummy,"

**Lilith**: "No, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt," she replied monotonously, wiping her hands on her coat again.

**Twyla**: "Oh...okay," she said quietly and looked around, then she scrambled to stand up. "I still want Mummy though, I'm going to go find her and tell her everything about Harp Girl, she'll be happy,"

**Lilith**: *Yippee,* she thought sarcastically. Twyla was probably going to say something about being 'scary' and get her called into the office for a lecture. "You do that, eh?" she said, sarcasm dripping from the words.

**Twyla**: The sarcasm didn't even register at Twyla started to run happily away, "I will...Mummy will be happy that I made a friend," she said and then left.

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## Oscar and Faith argue about Oscar leaving for camp

**Oscar**: Oscar sat on the shore of the lake, for once not drawing his surroundings. Instead he was working on a drawing of Flynn, trying to sketch as much as he could from memory - which proved more difficult than he had expected.

**Faith**: She walked out of the Great Hall and down here, sitting right on the edge of the water, staring out at it. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Oscar a few feet down.

**Oscar**: He noticed Faith and smiled, before tearing a clean page from his sketchbook, scrunching it up and gently throwing it at her.

**Faith**: "What?" she asked sharply before seeing who it was. She instantly felt bad. "Oh, sorry. Hi Oscar."

**Oscar**: *Sorry,* he swiftly wrote back. *You were in your own little world.*

**Faith**: She gave a bit of a laugh. "When am I not?"

**Oscar**: The corner of his mouth twitched up. *Touché,* he scribbled. *Aren't your siblings wondering where you are?*

**Faith**: "I made an appearance. Besides, Charity's the only one who would've made a fuss, and she's not here."

**Oscar**: 'That's true, *he nodded.* I'm finally free of Jake - at least for this year. Spencer and Cassie pulled him out for some kind of Quidditch camp.

**Faith**: She nodded. "That's cool."

**Oscar**: *He's lucky,* he shrugged.

**Faith**: "You wanted to go with him?" she asked, panicking internally. She couldn't lose her best friend...

**Oscar**: He paused for a second. *No, I turned it down. I might go next year, though.*

**Faith**: Her heart stopped. He couldn't leave. She didn't have anyone else left. She had no idea what to say.

**Oscar**: *I wouldn't permanently leave,* he wrote, seeing her... was that *panic*? No, of course it wasn't. *Just for the year. Maybe just half.*

**Faith**: She couldn't stop him. She knew that. But a whole year without Oscar? Even... half?

**Oscar**: *I'd write to you,* he wrote, feeling more guilty by the second. He really wanted to go to this camp. *And Flynn and Raven and everyone else.*

**Faith**: She nodded numbly. This... this was why friends didn't work. She suddenly didn't want to be here anymore.

**Oscar**: Guilt was gnawing at him now, and he bit his lip, heart thudding. Great, now he'd just sabotaged this friendship. *It's not for a year, you know. It's ages away.*

**Faith**: "Yeah."

**Oscar**: He sighed, looking down at the ground. *Sorry.*

**Faith**: She'd come out here to be alone... when she'd seen Oscar, she thought maybe she could tell him what was going on. Clearly that wasn't going to be an option if he was just going to up and leave. She stood up. "See you in class," she said.

**Oscar**: *Faith!* he wrote, sending the letters flying towards her.

**Faith**: She turned around. "What?"

**Oscar**: *Please don't act like this,* he wrote, though he felt rather helpless. *I'm not going to leave you or anything like that. It's just six months.*

**Faith**: "If you go, I have no one. Jaina graduates. Anton hasn't said anything to me... in months. You go, and I'm alone. But maybe it's better that way." She didn't mean it... completely. "No one can hurt me." That much she did.

**Oscar**: He remained as silent as ever, taking in her words. *I'm not going to just abandon you. Like I said, I'll write. Every day, if you want me to. You still have Raven and Flynn and Niele - they like you. But Faith, I **am** going to this camp. I want to take Quidditch seriously.*

**Faith**: "Then go." She turned around and kept walking towards the castle.

**Oscar**: He watched, helpless and crestfallen as she walked away. *Great freaking job, Oscar,* he thought to himself, sitting back down on the shore with his forehead in his hand.

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## Oscar and Faith make up

**Oscar:** Having been told the news by Niele about Jaina and Faith, he entered the Hospital Wing hesitantly, awaiting Faith to most probably shout at him. Or ignore him.

**Faith:** She would be asleep when Oscar came in.

**Oscar:** His mind started thinking the worse as he approached her, and he was trying his best to conceal the panic which was growing by the second. She didn't *look* too bad...

**GM:** As Oscar approached her, it would become clear that she was sleeping. Her chest would be rising and falling with sleep.

**Oscar:** He sighed - at least she was still breathing. He took a seat at the side of her bed, not at all liking being in a hospital. Bad memories.

**Faith:** She stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. Her head still hurt, but at least it wasn't as bad as yesterday.

**Oscar:** He startled slightly when she began to move, but it changed to a look of pure and utter relief. He paused before writing, *Hi.*

**Faith:** Several different emotions ran through her head when she saw Oscar. Panic... nervousness... guilt... She hoped it didn't show on her face. She tried to give him a weak smile.

**Oscar:** *How do you feel?* he asked, mirroring her weak smile.

**Faith:** "My head kills," she said. She was unsure of what else to say. She knew now that nothing had happened between her and Euclide... but that didn't stop him from leaving... but that was why she had treated him so poorly... and she still liked him. She shut her eyes as all of these thoughts increased the pain in her head.

**Oscar:** *Hey, don't stress yourself,* he wrote hurriedly, seeing that she was obviously still in pain. *Niele said you took quite a spill. What happened?*

**Faith:** She hesitated. "Jaina... performed Legilimency on me." Her words were slow and pained.

**Oscar:** *Seriously?* he wrote, stunned. *What? **Why?***

**Faith:** She looked over at Jaina. "It doesn't matter," she said, starting to tear up. "She shouldn't have... and now it's all my fault that she is the way she is..."

**Oscar:** *Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine,* he wrote, feeling awful seeing her cry.

**Faith:** She shook her head-- mistake. That made it hurt more. "You can't know that."

**Oscar:** *It's hard, but it does help to at times be slightly optimistic,* he wrote. *Especially in situations like this.*

**Faith:** "It's all my fault..." A few tears escaped her, and she lifted a hand to wipe them.

**Oscar:** *No it isn't. She didn't have to do it.*

**Faith:** "Sh-she was trying to h-help me." Faith wanted to look at him, but didn't want to turn her head and send the room swimming. "B-but my... my brain... or my thoughts.... s-something stop-ped her the se-cond time she tried. And she ended up this way."

**Oscar:** *Well, neither of you could have known that this would have happened, right?* he wrote.

**Faith:** She nearly shook her head again, but knew that wasn't wise. "No."

**Oscar:** *Then it's no one's fault.* He held back his multitude of questions about why the hell Jaina was practising Legilimency on his friend, but obviously Faith's well-being was at the top of his list of concerns.

**Faith:** She knew he was probably right. But she didn't have the energy left to tell him so. She looked as best she could at Jaina. She *would* make this right. She just didn't know how...

**Oscar:** He waited a few moments before his curiousity overtook him. *Why have you been skipping classes? You weren't in Charms. Or History.*

Faith: She froze. She didn't think anyone would've noticed. Well, apparently he hadn't noticed her absence in Herbology then... How could she say, "I was avoiding you" without really saying that? Her brain throbbed thinking about it. "I..." she couldn't say it. It would destroy him.

**Oscar:** He waited patiently for an answer.

**Faith:** She shut her eyes, a few more tears squeezing out. "I didn't..." she felt like she was trembling from head to toe. "I was..." Another long pause. "I was trying to avoid seeing.... you." That was it. The friendship was over. He'd hate her forever.

**Oscar:** That was a kick to the gut. His face fell void of any emotion, and he glanced down at the floor, a mixture of confusion and sadness and annoyance running through his mind. How had they gotten this bad? This time last year they'd been best friends, and now she was skipping lessons just so she didn't have to see him. Eventually he scrawled in small letters, *Faith, do you want me to go?*

**Faith:** Tears streamed down her face. Her poor brain wasn't capable of keeping her emotions in tact. "No," she whispered.

**Oscar:** *Okay,* he nodded, eyes still on the floor. He was able to keep his face emotionless, even though pretty much everything was banging around in his head. *Then what do you want me to do?*

**Faith:** She couldn't see anything. It was very weird to be crying like this in front of him, but it was like she was unable to stop her tear ducts. "Oscar, I'm so sorry."

**Oscar:** *Just tell me why you're avoiding me,* he scribbled. *I thought we were over the petty arguments.*

**Faith:** Her words would come out shaky, with the occasional hiccup in between. "I... I couldn't stand th-the thought of losing you. A-a-and I had so much else going on. What J-Jaina was t-trying to help with. I-I-I thought it would be easier t-to avoid you. P-protect myself."

**Oscar:** *Protect yourself? What?* he asked, now more confused than ever. *Faith, there's nothing bad about having friends. And I'm not going to say that I'm not leaving forever because you know it.*

**Faith:** "You keep saying that," she said. "But y-you don't know... Y-you might n-not want to c-come b-back."

**Oscar:** *I'm coming back,* he wrote, with no sense of hesitation or uncertainty. *I mean, hell, Faith, I love Quidditch but I couldn't stay at a Quidditch camp for the remaining five years of my education. I'd go insane. I like it here too much. I like you and Flynn and everyone else too much to just leave.*

**Faith:** Hearing it phrased that way did make her feel a bit better. She nodded slowly.

**Oscar:** He smiled slightly. *So, now that's clear... can we try and be friends again? It's too quiet without you, and you'll very rarely hear me complain about it being too quiet.*

**Faith:** She still wasn't sure what to do about these dumb feelings. And she was still a bit afraid of them.... but she nodded anyway. She had missed him a lot.

**Oscar:** That brought a proper smile to his face. A true, genuine grin, which disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, replaced with a smaller, less-ridiculous one. *Good.*

**Faith:** She gave him a bit of a weak smile in return.

**Oscar:** *When do you think you'll be getting out of here?* he asked, looking round at the healers who were busy working with other patients.

**Faith:** "No," she said. "But I'm not leaving Jaina here."

**Oscar:** He nodded, then glanced up at the clock. *I've gotta go. DAtDA starts in five minutes, and Deonte will kill me if I'm late.* He stood up, then shot her a smile. *Get well soon.*

**Faith:** "Bye Oscar."

**Oscar:** He waved goodbye then left, feeling much better than he had when he had first entered.

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### Afterwards, at the Hospital

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## Rhian and Demi say goodbye (and Rhian's last RP at Hogwarts)

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## Oscar and Faith's first kiss

Oscar= Oscar was sat on one of the counters, sketchbook on his lap, doodling the things he could remember from London with an untouched sandwich beside him.

Faith= She walked into the kitchen, as she typically did in the mornings, and shooed away a few House Elves before finding the spot where she made sandwiches. She didn't notice Oscar.

Oscar=He didn't look up to see who it was-- probably someone just grabbing a late breakfast.

Faith= She crossed over to where the fruit was kept and almost fell on top of him, but managed to keep her balance. "What-- Oh. Hi."

Oscar=*Sor-- oh, hi,* he scribbled, smiling when he saw her.

Faith= "The whole of the castle emptying to people leaving for Christmas, and you pick a dusty old corner of the kitchen to sketch?" she asked with a laugh.

Oscar=*It's quiet,* he replied, shrugging slightly with the same small smile. *And the House Elves let me stay.*

Faith= She was about to argue lots of places now would be quiet but she nodded and shrugged and reached for a few apples.

Oscar=He watched her get her food. *How's the studying coming along?*

Faith= "It's alright," she said, hoping her voice wasn't betraying how tired she was. "I'm getting close to being caught up, which is what I wanted. Over Christmas, I hope to work forward, because I'm sure once school starts up again, it will be difficult to... maintain equilibrium."

Oscar=Not only did she sound tired, but she looked it, as well. He decided against bringing it up, knowing she'd just be stubborn and say she was fine. *Great. Just don't overdo yourself, okay?*

Faith= She nodded. "Over Christmas I'll get to sleep more."

Oscar=That made him frown slightly. *Well, how much are you sleeping now?*

Faith= She tried to calculate it in her head, but she knew he wouldn't like the answer. "Enough." She paused. "Well... almost enough."

Oscar=He didn't want to sound like he was nagging, but he shot her a look. *Can you at least allow yourself a couple days off?*

Faith= "Why?" she asked, genuinely curious. What was his issue with her studying? She was fine...

Oscar=*Because your health isn't worth risking over a few exams,* he replied, wondering why she didn't already know. *And because your my best friend and I'm worried about you.*

Faith= "You don't need to be worried about me," she said, her brow furrowing slightly, and her voice calm. "I'm fine. I can do this."

Oscar=*I know you can do it. You're Faith Bagman, you're probably the only one of us who could,* he scribbled quickly. *But like I said, I just don't want to see you make yourself ill over it.*

Faith= She shifted awkwardly, still unused to the praise. "Being sleep-deprived isn't falling ill, Oscar."

Oscar=*No, but it's about halfway there. It's a stepping stone.*

Faith= "Which is why I'm looking forward to catching up on sleep over Christmas."

Oscar=*You are so stubborn sometimes,* he wrote, but he was smiling as he did, a smile of affection.

Faith= A shy smile crossed her face. She wasn't sure what he was trying to communicate between his affectionate (she thought?) grin, and the comment about her personality.

Oscar=He wasn't quite sure what to write after that, so he returned back to his sketchbook, shading a drawing of a busy street.

Faith= She glanced around looking for a clock. She could probably spend some time with him.... everyone was leaving today, and it would probably save her another guilt trip from Melinda about going home for Christmas. She awkwardly walked up to him, and sat down beside him, looking at the drawing.

Oscar=Butterflies began fluttering in his stomach as soon as she sat next to him, and he looked up at her. *It's London,* he explained, gesturing towards the sketch. *The muggle part.*

Faith= She looked at all of the details curiously, trying to focus on the drawing, and not on the way her stomach was doing flip flops.

Oscar=*Have you ever been to muggle London?* he asked curiously, flipping through the book to show her more drawings.

Faith= She shook her head, trying to remain completely focused on the drawings, and not on how every time their knees brushed against each other.... her stomach kept twisting in knots. She just hoped her face wasn't flushing.

Oscar=He *knew* he was blushing slightly, the butterflies in his stomach becoming more intense, so he flicked through the drawings again, brushing past various ones of their classmates, including Faith.

Faith= "How often do you draw all of us?" she asked watching pictures of Raven and Flynn... and herself... blow by.

Oscar=*A lot,* he admitted, reddening. *You're all very fun to draw.*

Faith= She reached across him slightly, firmly ignoring the fact that she could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and flipped back a few pictures, looking at the ones of Raven and Flynn.

Oscar=He had to admit he didn't put as much effort into the drawings which weren't of either Faith or Bruce. *These are just rough-- they're nothing special.*

Faith= She shook her head. "Don't say that. They're all really good. I couldn't ever do anything like this." She flipped through another one before finding one of her that was clearly from probably first year. She went bright red and flipped it over, looking for more.

Oscar=*I drew that one on the train home,* he wrote in small letters, gesturing to the drawing from first year.

Faith= She made brief eye contact with him, her eyes betraying that she had no idea how to comment on that, and she pulled away a bit, letting him decide what to do next, since she had no idea what to do... or how to proceed.

Oscar=He went further into the book, finding yet again more drawings of Niele and Flynn and Raven and Jake... and way more than he thought of Faith.

Faith= She watched as her classmates... and herself... whizzed by. She could feel knots forming in her stomach. Why was she drawn so many times? Did he like her? Did she even like him? Was that what all these feelings were? Were they reciprocated?

Oscar=He kept his eyes down on the pages so he could keep his breathing steady. He didn't want to mess up what they had. He had no clue what she felt about him-- neither of them were the type to broadcast that sort of information.

Faith= She could feel her heart pounding, and she wanted to look at him.... but the way she was feeling... if she did, she might run off. She drew her knees up to her chest, wishing she could just... read his mind. Even for a minute.

Oscar=He didn't want to stay in uncertainty for the rest of his school life, though. He took a deep breath, feeling himself shake. *Faith, how long have we been friends?*

Faith= She thought about that. "Probably since... halfway through first year?"

Oscar=He nodded. *And we've argued a couple times, but we've always gotten through it pretty well, right?*

Faith= She nodded. "Of course," she said, crossing her legs again, looking at him a bit confused, trying to figure out where this was leading.

Oscar=What was he doing? How was this going to go well? Doubt filled his mind, but he swallowed it down. *So, if I do something stupid and silly, will you still be my friend?*

Faith= She laughed. "Of course I would," she said honestly. She frowned slightly. "Oscar, you're my best friend."

Oscar=He nodded, knuckles white from gripping the counter edge. *Okay, okay. Please don't hate me.* Then he looked up, red as a tomato, before leaning in and placing a chaste, gentle kiss on her lips, his heartbeat the only thing he could hear.

Faith= She froze when he kissed her. What... what? *What?!* She tried to slow down her brain which was starting to whirl around in every direction. Echoes of every fight... echoes of every time they'd laughed... the times that she read all his letters, confused about her feelings. And here he was, kissing her. She felt herself kiss him back for a brief moment, before pulling away, completely embarrassed; her face was bright pink.

Oscar=Great. Well done. You've just messed everything up. Congrats. Down the drain goes that friendship. *Sorry sorry sorry,* he scribbled as he hopped off the counter. *Please don't hate me.*

Faith= She hopped off too, grabbing his hand. "What makes you think I hate you? Or that you need to apologize?"

Oscar=*Wait...* he wrote, brows furrowed in confusion at her reaction. *I haven't just ruined things?*

Faith= "Of course not," she said, now equally confused. Had that just been to... see what her response was? Did he not actually like her? Was he just playing games. *No.* But then... what had it meant...?

Oscar=He sighed in relief, feeling the blush run from his face. *I didn't think you liked me like that.*

Faith= "I... I didn't think you did... either."

Oscar=*How long?* he had to ask.

Faith= "Since probably... like... I don't know. The end of second year? Or beginning of third?" she said, squirming slightly.

Oscar=*Same for me,* he nodded, looking down at his shoes. What should he do now?

Faith= She squirmed again. "So, um...." What did they do now?

Oscar=He started chuckling quietly, without really realising it. It was mostly out of relief.

Faith= She laughed along with him, more nervously than anything else.

Oscar=*Do you want to head up to the library?* he asked. *Or stay down here?*

Faith= She weighed her options. "What do you want to do?"

Oscar=He smiled-- he was half expecting that response. *It's up to you.*

Faith= She sighed. "Do you want to come up to the Library with me?" she suggested. "You could draw.... or read one of your Muggle.... comic book things while I study?"

Oscar=*Sounds good to me,* he nodded.

Faith= She grinned. "I'll meet you upstairs then?"

Oscar=He nodded again, before stepping forward slightly, blushing again. *Am I allowed to kiss you again?*

Faith= She blushed. "I.... don't know? I mean.... are we.... a couple or? I mean..."

Oscar=*I don't know,* he wrote after a few moments. *We can be if you want, or we can just be friends. I'm just glad I didn't make a complete fool of myself five minutes ago.*

Faith= She shook her head. "No, you definitely didn't. I just..." For some reason, the fact that Charity had had her first... *two* boyfriends in her fourth year, and neither one had ended well was going through her brain. She'd only been 10 at the time. But it was all she could think about. And she knew she liked Oscar, but at the same time, didn't want to... destroy anything that *could* be something if they just... waited?

Oscar=He wasn't really sure if he was ready for a relationship yet, either.  He wrote with a smile, *Come on, let's go to the library.*

Faith= She smiled and grabbed her backpack. She hadn't made sandwiches. And she hadn't even put any fruit into her bag.

Oscar=He smiled, and headed towards the library.

## Faith and Oscar's second kiss

**Faith**: She *missed* Oscar. She knew she had probably been half of the reason they hadn't seen each other, but he hadn't even tried to convince her to stop studying lately. She made her way into Dungeon Five, tracing the walls with her fingers.

**Oscar**: Oscar was sat on the floor of the dungeon, back against the wall and legs outstretched, and his eyes followed the cracks up the wall. He hadn't moved for at least two hours, just enjoying the silence.

**Faith**: She cast her glance around the room and when she saw Oscar, she almost felt tears of relief spring in her eyes. Wordlessly she sat down next to him, and leaned her head on his shoulder, trying to keep her emotions together.

**Oscar**: He didn't even see her walk into the dungeon - just a blurry figure fleeting by - and he kept his eyes on the wall. When he felt her sit next to him, and felt her head on his shoulder, he took her hand and stayed wordless.

**Faith**: She took several long breaths, trying not to cry. She squeezed his hand back.

**Oscar**: He could tell she was fighting back tears, so he took a deep breath and concentrated hard on the words he wanted to get across. They wrote themselves out in front of them, glittering and shiny. *Please don't cry, Faith.*

**Faith**: "I... I don't... I don't... want to."

**Oscar**: *You're about to,* he wrote, face still blank. His emotions had battled out long ago, and now, he just felt bland.

**Faith**: "I can't do it, Oscar," she whispered. "I can't... I can't do two years at once. I... I don't know if I can..."

**Oscar**: Honestly, that felt good, hearing her say that. *What made you realize that?*

**Faith**: She sat up, and stared at the space in front of her. The way Oscar had phrased it... it was like *he* didn't think she could either, and that almost scared her more. "It's so much work. And I feel like I'm constantly behind. Professor Prince thinks I'm fine, and that I'm near the top of the year in fifth year, too, but it's just so much work, and... and...." she knew she should tell him about Melinda, but she wasn't sure she wanted to.

**Oscar**: He wasn't in the mood to cuddle or console her - he wasn't in the mood to do anything right now. *Well, like I've said from the start, it's not worth making yourself ill over.*

**Faith**: "I'm not making myself ill..." she looked up at him, studying his face carefully. This wasn't the Oscar she had expected, which (probably) meant something was wrong. "What's up?"

**Oscar**: *Nothing,* he replied instantly. He didn't want to talk about it.

**Faith**: "Yeah, because every time I've ever said that, you'd let it go," she said giving him a knowing look. "C'mon Oscar. What's wrong?"

**Oscar**: ***Nothing***, he repeated, the letters bolder and brighter, and his jaw clenched, praying she'd just drop the subject.

**Faith**: "Oscar, I know that there is something wrong. It's not nothing..." she trailed off. "But if you don't want to talk to me... I'll just... stop."

**Oscar**: *Please do,* he wrote angrily, not caring how mean he sounded, he just wanted to try and ignore what was happening.

**Faith**: She looked at him, confused and hurt. "Do you want me to go?" she asked in a whisper.

**Oscar**: No, of course he didn't, but he didn't know how to deal with this apart from being alone, so he just shrugged. *I'm not going to do anything for a while. I'm sure you've got better things to do.*

**Faith**: "Oscar, I came down here because I needed a break, and I wanted to talk to my best friend," she said, a bit defensively. She stood up. "If you see him, let me know."

**Oscar**: *Will do,* he replied. If she was going to be stubborn, so was he.

**Faith**: She didn't want to go. She wanted to fight for him. But she knew that, if she was in his position, she wouldn't want people to fight for her. "I love you," she said. She could at least say that much before she turned around and started for the door.

**Oscar**: He drew his legs up to his chest, head beginning to hurt. *I love you too,* he wrote in small letters that he sent flying over to her, hoping she'd see them before she left.

**Faith**: She stopped in the threshold when she saw the letters and she slumped against the wall. She wanted to ask him. But she couldn't. She couldn't hold that double standard. She stayed where she was, trying to figure out what to do as the tears started to stream down her face.

**Oscar**: *Please don't cry,* he wrote when he began to hear her sob, fiercely blinking back tears of his own. He stood up, aching after the hours of remaining motionless, and slowly walked over to her. *I'm sorry. I'm awful.*

**Faith**: She turned around to face him, and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You-you-you're hurting somehow. And... and I'm b-being the baby," she stammered through her sobs.

**Oscar**: He wrapped his arms round her and kissed the top of her head, feeling even more shit by the second. *No, you're stressed and I'm not helping.*

**Faith**: She had looked to the side when she saw glittering letters and she shook her head. She looked up at him. She wanted to ask. And she couldn't. But maybe.... "If you tell me what's going on with you, then I'll tell you what's going on with me."

**Oscar**: He took a deep, shaking breath, not wanting to write it or face it or have anything to do with it. *It's my parents' anniversary,* he eventually scribbled, hoping she'd know what he was talking about.

**Faith**: She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. What were her problems with Melinda, and stresses about school compared to that? Nothing. That's what. She put her arms around his middle again. "Oscar, I'm so sorry." She cringed. Sorry? It wasn't her fault. "I didn't know." Well that was marginally better...

**Oscar**: *No, don't worry about it,* he wrote, gut clenching as the words stared him in the face.

**Faith**: She looked up at him, her eyes full of compassion-- not a look that often crossed her face. "Thank you for telling me, though." She knew he wouldn't have told just anyone, and so she counted herself as privileged for hearing it.

**Oscar**: He looked down at her, seeing the look in her eyes and, slightly hesitantly (was this the best time?), leant down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

**Faith**: He had done what she had wanted to do just a split second before, but she wasn't sure was appropriate. And she didn't want to use his... suffering as an excuse to get a kiss. But if he wanted it..... She felt herself put her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.

**Oscar**: He placed a hand tenderly on her cheek, continuing the kiss, happy for the first time in a few days.

**Faith**: It was more comforting than she had expected... the kiss. She continued kissing him for a few moments longer before pulling away, her heart pounding, and slightly breathless.

**Oscar**: He felt a lot better, both from Faith and getting the whole anniversary off his chest, and he offered her a small, genuine smile.

**Faith**: "I'd tell you my problems, but I don't want to make you miserable again," she said with a hint of a teasing smile on her lips.

**Oscar**: *You're not worming your way out of it that easily,* he replied, taking a step back. *What's wrong?*

**Faith**: She wrinkled her nose. "Fine." She took a deep breath. "I...I've been studying super hard and a lot of the time it feels like I won't be able to finish both years... and..." she bit her lip. "Melinda... and I had a huge fight. And she said she won't speak to me ever again. Which I mean... I don't mind not speaking. But the... ever again part... it just makes me feel really guilty and... I don't know what to do..."

**Oscar**: *Saying sorry might get you somewhere,* he wrote with a shadow of a smile. *Go and talk to her.*

**Faith**: "I.... I don't have time, Oscar," she said, her face falling. "And it's not like it was just on me. The brat hid all of my textbooks-- *everything* was gone."

**Oscar**: *Come on Faith, you're also at fault - from what I've heard, you're not exactly sisterly to her.* He thought as he wrote, pausing and occasionally scribbling words out. *And if you honestly don't have the time to go and find her and talk to her, then you're definitely studying way too much.*

**Faith**: "I know I did stuff wrong, too," she said with a bit of a scowl. "And I'm *not* studying way too much. I'm probably not even studying *enough.*!"

**Oscar**: *You **are** studying too much, Faith. You're exhausted, I can tell.*

**Faith**: "Once I just get through to the end of the year, I can catch up on sleep," she said.

**Oscar**: *It doesn't work like that,* he wrote, doing his best not to become exasperated. He loved Faith, but her stubbornness was enough to drive him up the wall sometimes. *You know it doesn't.*

**Faith**: "Sure it does," she said. "It worked over Christmas!" *Sort of...*

**Oscar**: *And what then? You're just going to keep hoping you can catch up sleep at the end of the year? We have got quite a few months to go since then.*

**Faith**: "I'll be fine," she said, feeling her emotions starting to crack.

**Oscar**: The look on her face broke his heart, and he stepped forward and pulled her in for another hug. *Please just take a break. It won't make a bigger dent as you think.*

**Faith**: She put her arms around him in turn, and gently rested her head on his chest. He had gotten much taller than she'd realized...

**Oscar**: They stood like that for another minute or two before Oscar pulled away. *You sure you're okay?* He knew she wasn't, but he still asked.

**Faith**: She nodded. "I will be."

**Oscar**: *Alright,* he nodded.

**Faith**: "Thank you for telling me," she said again. "....and letting me pile on your problems with problems of my own." She cringed with guilt.

**Oscar**: He smiled slightly, shaking his head. *You're not a problem. Quite the opposite, really.*

**Faith**: "You've got a lot on your plate, too, Oscar," she said softly. "I don't want to contribute to that."

**Oscar**: *You're not, don't worry about it,* he wrote. *Come on, we should go.*

**Faith**: She nodded as she heard the bell starting to ring. "Yeah, we've got class..."

**Oscar**: He nodded, and turned to walk out the dungeons.

## Rhian and Aeron kiss in The Retro

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## Jack's Christmas at Lil Bundles

### Jill gives Jack his present

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## The trilogy of Ryder and Amelie realising they like each other

### Playing "Two Truths, One Lie" at Ryder's apartment

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### The one where they finally kiss

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### Hooking up in the Retro

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## Rhian and Aeron break up after Papa Schmidt's death

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## Adele goes insane after looking for Soren

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## Zach finds Cedrica throwing up in the bathroom

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## The Love Blob incident and all the repercussions

### Greg and Cedrica sleep together

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### Zach confronts Cedrica

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## Aeron returns from the dead

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## Cedrica and Lilah get ready for the Yule Ball

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