( d a n g e r o u s ) 2.4.77
Fabian couldn’t have picked a better or a worse person to run into. ( As though he had made this choice, gone through the rosters at Hogwarts, planned for this to happen. ) She was coercive, and she wasn’t telling any sorts of lies. It was true. He was strong. He was a fighter. He couldn’t sit around and not do anything. But discredit?
He didn’t know about that much. If anything, he wanted to help them out. Share the load. Make them realise that there were capable students in the school. Just because the majority of them were sitting in the corners and squealing for their lives, that didn’t mean the rest of those, those who had flung themselves outside in an attempt to fight, would do the same. No, those sort would stand on the defences. They would make sure that it was the Death Eaters and their unknown cities that burned. Not the ones belonging to the righteous Wizards, or the Muggleborn. She could stop him? He refused to remove his own gaze as well. G I D E O N. He was doing this for Gideon. So he wouldn’t get hurt. Fabian would take the fall. "What other ways are there? Besides, I’m just walking around. No plans for that needed." He stayed rooted to the spot. Because he was the tempest; he would have to be reined in, taken elsewhere by force, or allowed to roam when he was ready to do so. "He isn’t going to lose me. No family’s going to be lost. Unless, you know, it’s part of a family of werewolves that’re out to capture us and make our lives a living hell." He takes a single step backwards. “I can’t go back.”
The brief silence following his words was filled with an echoed bang. Her body jolted but she quickly played it off as a shiver. The moving stairs collided with each other to form it's path, and it wasn't until this moment of utter silence did she realize just how loud the clashing marble could be. Daisy positioned her stance slightly different and in the process steered closer to the man in front of her.
"A boy has got a broken arm in there," she motioned her head in the general direction of the Great Hall, "y'know, I'm not quite sure how, really ..." Her lips curled into a small smile and she lifted her hand to press her fingertips into her chin. "Pomfrey sent me with this list of things to gather up, and it'd take me two trips at least. Unless you helped me."
She was sure the idea didn't spark his fancy, though it wouldn't be right if she didn't try.
"It's not what you want to do, but you will be helping. You might be strong but not a lot of them are."
That was always something people praised Daisy on; her ability to treat somebody who was practically a stranger as if they'd known each other their entire lives. It wasn't something she could explain, but in that moment she felt so much for the fragility of the life before her that her own heart was beginning to take off like hummingbird wings.
"Please," she blinked, taking another step forward. Perhaps she were too close at that point, but she didn't move back.












