send ☾ for an interaction in a common room or dormitory.
( meme. accepting. )
WHEN: January 16, 3:12pm
WHERE: Hufflepuff girl’s dorm
WHO: @bencvolences
Hannah was a proactive person. Most of the time, when there was something bothering her, she took it upon herself to get busy. She’d paint or bake or walk or focus her energy on others. If she didn’t, she ended up drowning in all her reasons to feel bad, and there were plenty of those these days. And sure, sometimes she gave in — plenty of times, really. She would take to her bed and stay hidden under the covers and tell her lungs to breathe as they normally would and cry until snot and tears had ruined her face.
That day, though, she was determined to not let it get to that. Well — she was determined to fight it off from now on, as she’d spent most of her day thus far in bed. She’d eaten breakfast, sure, and she’d stretched her legs to pay a quick visit to the library, but apart from that, she’d lied beneath the sheets, notebook in her arms filled with words meant for Justin and maybe someone else who was listening out there. She’d not written much. She’d mostly thought about the things she wished to forget and dwelled on them, even though she knew she shouldn’t.
And so, eventually, Hannah had slid from her bed and told herself that this was an excellent day to organise. To refold her clothes and tend to the succulents on her nightstand and pick stray bras from the floor and shove them in her drawers. And then, eventually, she’d made her bed and then lied down on top of it, eyes staring at the ceiling, thoughts drifting again. She wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there when Sally-Anne entered the dorm, but when she sat up, she noticed the wetness on her cheeks and the heaviness of her head. “Hey, Sal,” she said. “Look — I cleaned!” She gestured around, putting a proud smile on her lips. “Probably the first and last time that will ever happen, so feast your eyes on this neatness. You will never see it again.” She cleared her throat, subtly wiped at her eyes. “How’re you?”
It had become more and more of a frequent habit of Sally-Anne’s to retreat to the safety of her dormitory whenever possible. She liked the reassurance that nothing terrible was likely to happen to her when she was in her own bed, among her own possessions (although, of course, Michael and Lisa were both living proof that not even one’s bed was truly safe nowadays). Usually she preferred someone’s company, ideally Lisa’s, and the pair would just lay under blankets and stare up at the ceiling, perfectly content even if it was just for one moment. Today, Lisa had class, but after receiving a scathing look from Amycus Carrow in the hallway, Sally-Anne decided she needed to retreat anyway.
She wasn’t surprised to see Hannah when she slipped into the dormitory, but it still concerned her. Sally-Anne was familiar by now with these behaviors of hers, and she took the fact that she hadn’t seen Hannah at all since leaving the dormitory that morning to mean that her friend had not moved much from her bed all day. The wetness in Hannah’s eyes which she reached up to wipe as Sally-Anne approached did not go unnoticed, either. Regardless, she met Hannah’s smile with one of her own as she admired the handiwork.
“You’re an inspiration, Han, seriously,” Sally-Anne complimented, glancing embarrassingly at her own incredibly cluttered area. “We could all stand to learn a lesson from you.” She dropped her bag down with a soft thud at the foot of her bed before turning back to Hannah, meeting her eyes with a sort of sad understanding. “M’alright,” she shrugged, kicking off her shoes before approaching where Hannah sat. “I’ve been better. D’you mind scooting over, though? Because something tells me it’s much-needed cuddle time.”