branwen spent many nights in the common room, especially when it was quiet like this. ravenclaws weren’t a rowdy bunch, at least according to stereotypes, which was why he find himself fortunate to be part of the house. aside from, of course, running away from his supposed “destiny”. he was painting this time, wearing an old sweater that was once a pristine white. now, it was stained with paint and branwen hadn’t bothered to wash it thoroughly enough to rid of most of them. with him today, in this snowy night, was none other than belle. they were acquaintances and he didn’t mind her presence. mostly, he noticed her whenever she played quidditch. her enthusiasm towards the sport was commendable because branwen had none.
his concentration is broken when a pillow hits a portion of his shoulder, then landing a few inches from his palette. he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. he let belle’s words wash over him and yes, he would love to get eggnog but perhaps when he was more calm. branwen valued the very little material things he had been given and he had tried his best to mix the perfect skintone shade for his new portrait. it would be a shame if it got ruined because of a harmless act to get his attention away from his piece.
“yes, belle. i think we can ask them.” he only realized he was famished once the thought of the kitchen filled his thoughts. perhaps they could get more than eggnog. he packed his tools and stood up, turning to look at the younger. “i’ll just leave this in my room,” he said, walking towards the direction of the boys’ dormitory of the ravenclaw tower. he was quick to come back a few minutes later sporting a more decent sweater.
he ruffled his hair and slipped the hand he used inside the pockets of his loose jogging pants. “let’s go,” he said, walking out of the common room. the kitchen was located under the great hall and along the hufflepuff common room. a few students from the house remained as well and he nodded his head to acknowledge classmates or acquaintances. even greeting some a merry christmas though his christmas was anything but. all to be polite, really. it was the holidays, after all. the scent of food made his stomach growl the closer they got. and once inside the kitchen, he greeted the unfamiliar house elf. “eggnog, right? i can see if we have some snacks lying around. if not, i can always cook us some.”
she can’t help the huff that leaves her lips when he doesn’t respond right away, but that was fine, she could wait. if he took too long, she could always ask without him, assuming that his silence meant that he didn’t want to be part of her venture for eggnog. she would give him a couple minutes before she would go, of course, not being rude enough even if she was slightly irked that he was ignoring her despite very obviously having heard her request.
curling up more on the couch, belle peers into the fire and absently wonders what her friends were up to today. she had spent the majority of the day curled up in this exact spot, and as most of her close friends were in different houses, she hadn’t seen the ones who had stayed at the castle for the break. of course, she had ventured out for food but they had never been during meal times. solitude was something she sought sometimes, and today was one of those days.
though, it seemed that her need of company had come up now, considering that cottonee wasn’t exactly the best company as her pet chinchilla couldn’t exactly talk, no matter how cute and cuddly he was.
when he speaks though, she glances up, having almost dozed off in the warmth as she waited for his response. perhaps she wouldn’t have left without him after all, considering she hadn’t been awake for it. she yawns, tugging her hair up into a ponytail before letting it fall back in loose waves around her shoulders. “okay,” is all she says in response, considering he’s already up and gone before she’s really fully awoken anyway, stretching.
she stands, moving to the middle of the common room and doing more vigorous stretches, touching her toes and turning a few times, rotating her joints that needed it and feeling much more awake soon after. she follows after him once he returns, quiet and it’s fine. she doesn’t mind quietness, heading to the kitchens happily.
“i’m sure the elves would be more than happy to make us something though,” she points out, voice lilting in the french accent that appears whenever she speaks, poking his shoulder gently. “though, if you want to make something, there are no complaints from me!”
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