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Post by spoonygelato on Jul 24, 2012 20:54:43 GMT -5
She'd heard every word he said, evaluated it and even taken some comfort in it. At least there was one person who didn't think she was too weird to talk to. But she couldn't deny the signs she saw very clearly. Ice shot through her veins suddenly and she felt cold all over. He wanted to escape her as soon as possible. You've just got a problem. He said it like it was so simple, like it made her normal and there was nothing wrong with her. He said this while keeping his distance and hovering by the door, he said this while he didn't want to be in the same room as her. "Someone like me." She whispered, more to herself than to him. The jab, though it wasn't meant to strike cruelly, still stung in her heart. Licking her lips nervously she shuffled her feet. "I.....I made a mistake." She kept her eyes on the ground and tried to stop her shaking hands.
"I'll leave now. I'm sorry I bothered you." She jerked forward suddenly, stumbling as she slid past him and made herself as small as possible so she wouldn't brush against him. She flew down the stairs, adrenaline causing her limbs to go numb as Soleil meowed loudly and followed close to her heels. Her face burned with humiliation, she thought maybe she wouldn't feel the need for escape this time, but she'd ended up running away as per usual. Hands clasping her skirt in a white-knuckled iron clasp she clumsily made her way back to the castle, pausing and leaning her trembling form against the wall. She'd been so foolish. So very foolish. Resting her head against the cool stone, she finally allowed a few tears to slide down her pale cheeks.
"Je suis desole, ma mere."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2012 13:27:01 GMT -5
At first, Remus wasn't even sure he had said anything wrong. In fact, he was fairly proud of himself for keeping his own composure so well. He kept his distance yes, but he could pass it off as mindful of her own comfort as much as his own now - it would work swimmingly. He could figure this out and really, nothing would go wrong. He could do this.
He didn't even realize how what he meant as comforting words, encouragement, sounded until she repeated them back to him - despondent and quiet and - oh, bugger.
"Wait, wait no Leonie I didn't - " For someone who would have done anything to escape moments ago, he certainly could back-peddle quickly. Maybe it was because she had admitted to him how hard it was for her to talk to people, and he had unknowingly stomped all over that. Probably because he knew what it was like having problems opening up to people to begin with. He definitely realized now that he had chosen probably some of the worst words to try and tell her he understood without going to the extent of airing his own demons. But definitely, definitely he felt slightly sick to his stomach when he looked at her face - or tried too, because she couldn't even bring herself too look at him now.
"No, no, don't - " He stepped out, as if to block her way, but realized that would seem worse. He couldn't bring himself to physically stop her - although instinctively he reached out to try and catch her when she stumbled on the top step. His fingers brushed against the tip of her cat's tail, as she was past him with remarkable speed. He ended up standing there at the doorway, looking like an idiot and feeling so much worse.
Did he go after her? Hell if he knew. Maybe if he was Sirius or James or someone who knew what to do when you royally screwed up with a girl, then he'd know. But face it, he wasn't and he was fairly certain that girls, especially shy ones, would not take kindly to being chased down a stairwell by boys who just called them a problem. He stood there at the top of the stairs, listening to her shoes on the stone floor, her steps growing farther and farther away and harder to hear. Did he go after her? After all maybe this was for the best, wasn't it. This was the get away he'd been looking for. If he walked away now, if he didn't follow her - Merlin, it'd be better for him this way. It would be easy. It was the coward's way out, but maybe that was the best way.
Damnit, he couldn't do it.
He stayed stalk still on the top of the steps for another minute, weighing out pros and cons of following her. But eventually he moved - down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He'd not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least say sorry. He owed her that much, didn't he? Certainly.
He found her, once again, by locating her cat first. The fluffy animal was weaving it's way around her legs, where she leaned against the stone wall, mumbling something he couldn't understand, so it was likely in french. And she was crying.
"Leonie..." He muttered, "Leonie, listen, that came out wrong. It wasn't - I didn't - "
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Post by spoonygelato on Aug 3, 2012 10:58:45 GMT -5
The one thing she never expected, simply because it never happened, was to be followed. Especially not by a boy who clearly didn't wish to talk to her, to a boy who maybe she had told too much and he didn't really care at all. Maybe he simply felt obligated since she was a girl to see if she was okay, even if it was simply common courtesy. The numerous explanations she could have made for him suddenly approaching her vanished and her mind became muddled as she turned and heard his voice. Apologetic and maybe even a little scared. She quickly wiped her eyes and willed the drying tear tracks on her face to not draw too much attention to her person. She doubted it would work, these things never did for her. It was as though the universe wanted to humiliate her a thousand times over by throwing her into situations that for some reason she could never read properly. "Remus..." His name had slipped past her trembling lips, a bit more pathetic than she had intended but she was acknowledging him nonetheless.
She kept her fingers tangled in her skirt, she was somewhat concerned that she would end up throwing herself at him in desperate need of human contact. Especially with her brothers nowhere to be seen the last thing she needed was to spring a surprise hug on the boy she had just met. "I know." She replied lamely. "I can be a problem sometimes though, I know." She turned her gaze down again, eyelashes dark with tears as she scrubbed once again at her nearly raw eyes. Soleil offered a soft mewl as she sat between the two teenagers. Leonie smoothed out her skirt slowly and tried to smile, and managed to keep the smile on her face despite her lips trembling.
"I'm difficult to talk to, not the most sociable person and to be honest I'm kind of a terrible friend anyway. You don't have to apologize or try to make me feel better, I'm used to it." She said flatly. She didn't want to sugar coat anything, that would only dance around the real problem. "You should get back to your real friends, I can find my way to the Great Hall."
Soleil decided to make a move of her own, walking up to Remus and pouncing on his pants leg. She twisted her claws in the fabric and began to purr rather loudly, clearly content to not let go for a long while. The feline closed her eyes and brushed her head against his leg, in a sign of respectful affection that only a cat could accomplish. Though the feline did catch the distinct smell of a canine on the teenage boy, it wasn't enough for her to consider it alarming in any way. She could handle the foul odor so long as her mistress wasn't left alone in her current condition.The feline had trained herself well in finding nice people to help her mistress.
Leonie was in the least embarrassed. With cheeks aflame she stretched her arms out uselessly against the cat, who ignored her in favor of Remus. With wide wet eyes she stared at him and apologized profusely for her companion who didn't want to let go. "Desole desole je suis desole!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2012 20:51:00 GMT -5
Hearing his own name in a different voice, with a different lilt - which just minutes (was it only minutes?) ago made him smile at it's strange and different-ness, now almost made him cringe. Not because of who was saying it, but the change in tone. Shit. He'd screwed up. He had really screwed up. And all he'd been trying to do was to keep his distance for his own good and for hers. He'd tried to let her know that he understood and ended up singling her out as a pariah.
He was an idiot.
"You're not a problem...that wasn't what I meant at all." No, she wasn't a problem. She was different. It wasn't a crime, or illegal. He had an incredibly larger problem, and if he had friends and fellow students who could help him feel normal then Merlin knew she should have been able to. She may have been paralyzingly shy - but at least she could be safe with the knowledge she always could know who she was and what she did. Of course, he couldn't and wouldn't tell her that - so explaining to her the merits of having bigger problems was out of the question.
Glancing sideways at the cat who stood between them, Remus felt like he should be begging the animal for some sort of help. He was the one that knew her - a lot better than he did. He'd know how to actually comfort her, or just calm her down and make her listen even if he'd done something horrible. But of course the cat was a cat - and there had yet been a potion or spell invented that let someone speak fluent feline. That was out of the question.
And things only seemed to go worse from there. He panicked, he knew he did. Mostly because he recognized some of the things she said as having come out of his own mouth several years ago. When he'd realized his roommates knew about his 'furry condition' and he'd been ready to pack his bags and head home before a firestorm could fall on his head. He had warned them to turn around too, that he was used to it, it wouldn't matter. He also knew that, from his own experience, you actually couldn't get used to something like that.
"Leonie, you shouldn't - " What she 'shouldn't' he never got to elaborate on, as it broke off in a rather unmanly yelp as something pulled on his pant leg. It was the cat - Soleil - Who was looking at him, with all four of his paws dug firmly into the lower leg of his pants. He gently tried to shake the cat off, but it was obvious it was using all of it's natural climbing skills to latch on. He would have tried to pry him off - only he was a little afraid to reach down there. He wasn't an expert on cat behavior - maybe this was Soleil's way of getting back at him and he was about to rip him to shreds. Maybe he should have paid closer attention to Peter's theory on the secret evilness of cats.
"Um...uh...Leonie?" Of course there were more important things to talk about at that moment - like continuing to appologise profusely, but he was suddenly quite preoccupied with the cat's motives. "Does...um...does he do this often? Is this normal?" Is he going to come up and suck the breath from my body like the claim they do to babies or something? "What does he want?"
ooc // Merci...you just gave me an idea for another charrie and her kitty-cat on my other HP site.
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