Quoth The Raven, 'Nevermore'

Colourblind Ravenclaw Seventeen Sixth Year Glasses Prefect

[severuspotterss]

As the cup dropped, Allison couldn’t keep the curse back, as she grabbed her wand, vanishing the broken glass quickly. I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll back off. I just thought it might help to talk about it.

[colourlessfletcher]

She felt distant, out of place, all of her emotions just... ebbed away. It was an odd, foreign feeling, like she was disconnected from her body. But in this time, she chose not to linger on the why, using it to box away the last of her fear and hurt. No, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream.

[severuspotterss]

Don’t worry about it. Allison looked at Fleta quietly for a moment, before sitting down across from her. She could imagine that it was uncomfortable to have someone you didn’t know well see you like that, but Allison didn’t feel comfortable leaving someone alone, especially now that the school was going through what it was. D’you get nightmares often?

[colourlessfletcher]

I... Fleta stopped to consider, sifting through memories. She did get a lot of nightmares, but ones that left hear screaming, out of breath and sweating weren't all that common. What had she had a nightmare abo--

[severuspotterss]

Water? Yeah, I can do that. Trying to be only mildly uncomfortable, Allison looked around to find something to Transfigure into a cup, suddenly very glad she’d paid attention in her classes. Once she’d gotten a cup full of water, she held it out, what she hoped was a calming expression on her face.

[colourlessfletcher]

Fleta used this to clear her head, trying to reign in a pocket all the emotions that she could in a short amount of time. It was easier than someone would think, with years of practice, but the last few days had weakened that ability. She was self conscious when Allison returned, mind flipping through all the different reasons on why Allison seeing her like this was a definite bad thing. But she took the cup all the same, taking tentative sips. Thanks...

[severuspotterss]

A nightmare? Do you need some water? Or a hug? Or for me to let you be, I suppose that’s something too.

[colourlessfletcher]

N-Not big on-- on touching. I-- w-water?

[severuspotterss]

Are.. are you alright?

[colourlessfletcher]

I'm- I... I'm-

J-Just a n-night-nightmare.

[freyedlaces-blog]

Yeah, yeah.. I’m the biggest gaylord. But I’m also your friend. And I kinda wanna stay that way.

[colourlessfletcher]

Of course.

[freyedlaces-blog]

Though the words rang clear in her ears, though they sent an overwhelming shudder of relief down her her spine, though she felt as though a dark, heavy cloth over her heart had been lifted free, it was the sight of her best friend’s face crumbling that threw Jacklyn’s arms around her. 

…Shut the fuck up, gaylord, and hug me.

[colourlessfletcher]

She was trying her absolute hardest not to cry, fighting tooth and nail not to blink as she felt her eyes well up. But at least one weight had been lifted, and maybe she could get a few hours sleep tonight now.

Y-You're the gaylord, gaylord.

[terrence-flint-blog]

Yeah. Maybe I want you to feel guilty. 

Can you blame me? I thought we were friends. Like I said, sorry. I’ll go now. Didn’t mean to be a bother.

[colourlessfletcher]

You don't want to be friends with someone like me.

[freyedlaces-blog]

Jesus, was she really that hard to talk to? Had that entire year where they’d progressively grown closer and closer up and evaporated? Was she really that terrible, that disgusting for Fleta to talk to anymore? 

Well, shit. That stung worse than chili pepper in a belly-button piercing.

…Forget it. Sorry to bother you.

[colourlessfletcher]

Being alone was the last thing she wanted right now. She wanted to be held and comforted, told that it would be okay, even if she didn't believe it would be. But there was no way she would ever ask for that. In fact, Fleta probably would have let her walk off, but she couldn't let her go without clarifying something that John told her.

I don't-- I-I don't hate you.

[terrence-flint-blog]

All right, fine. I see.

Sorry to have bothered to care.

[colourlessfletcher]

And there it is. The line that's designed to stab at the other person and make them guilty. Because saying it automatically shifts blame to the other person. Interesting strategy, bit of a cowardly one. But the blame is not on me, Flint. The blame is on you, because if you could mystically tell the difference between different types of silences, than you would have caught onto my speech patterns and tone of voice. Which of course, would be the logical thing to try and listen out for anyway. For once there was nothing to hide, but I suppose I'm automatically branded as a liar now, yeah? Thank you, Flint. Thank you for pushing when there was nothing to push at. Thank you for making me feel guilty about trying to stop you prodding at me. Next time I'll be sure to let everyone walk right over me, seems to be what's easier.

[terrence-flint-blog]

Explain.

[colourlessfletcher]

Alright, firstly, back off miss high and mighty 'lie detector.' You're not psychic, just because you're blind you don't have magical ninja senses that tell you when one silence means something different to another. Secondly, there's nothing to spill so stop harassing me about it. I'm not your friend, Flint. You don't know me, you can't tell the difference between me having something to hide and me not hiding anything. Which is apparent because I'm not hiding anything.

Explained enough for you?

[terrence-flint-blog]

That kind of silence means something. Can’t fool a blind girl.

[colourlessfletcher]

... Flint, I think you have overestimated yourself.

[terrence-flint-blog]

Dead men tell no tales.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Are you going to tell me while you were silent or are you going to continue to change the subject?

[colourlessfletcher]

I need a reason for having been silent? I wasn't aware I was changing the subject in the first place.

[terrence-flint-blog]

Yeah. I’d rather be alive and not know a thing, than be dead…and know everything.

Hell, that was morbid.

[colourlessfletcher]

It wouldn't be useful, the latter.

There's nothing wrong with being a little morbid.

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For crying out loud, settle down! You know I can’t be found with you

[freyedlaces-blog]

Christ. She knew she was an all-out moron, but did Fleta really think she was that dull? To take in the look on her face, the state she was in, and think, ‘Oh, fuckin’ hell, well— She said she’s okay, so guess she’s okay. Haha, gigglefart.’ For fuck’s sake, give credit where credit’s due at least.

Well, that was probably one of the most badly covered up lies I’ve ever heard in my life.

[colourlessfletcher]

She forced herself to stare at a book sitting on the shelf as she tried to breathe and reign in her emotions. Jackie was there and all Fleta could think about was all the ways she could twist this situation to make it sound like Jackie hated her, or was fed up with her, or thought she was being a baby. Fleta didn't know what the truth was anymore. She finally allowed herself to look at Jackie, reluctantly letting go of her sleeve. But looking at her was hard, and she kept wanted to look down at the floor.

S-so?

[jennaxgirl-ina]

Cause she kissed you and then you left, or freaked out, or did something, and she hasn’t talked to you since. She was a little light on the details.

[colourlessfletcher]

I didn't leave, she did.