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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 14:53:10 GMT -7
January was limping by, and Cecelia was caught in between a hundred different emotions. There were days she was at peace with everything that had happened, days she grieved for her sisters and cried for Andy, days where she was angry at the world for dealing her this hand, and days where she didn't know what she felt. She had thought that the world was going to go back to normal, but it seemed like Cece's normal was that nothing was normal. December had just been a break from the insanity before things got crazy again...And oddly, Cece was okay with that. As long as she knew not to expect normalcy, things were okay. Kind of. She was able to keep up with her studies and her prefect duties, and her responsibilities with the GSA, and things were...at least not at the level of tragedy that they had been in September, when she could barely get herself together enough for schooling. Cece was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, reflecting on her life (as one was wont to do) while she all but ignored her Arithmancy homework. She would get to it eventually.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Feb 27, 2017 23:42:15 GMT -7
@cecelia The past twenty-four hours had been spent doing ungodly amounts of paperwork and corrections on a story that the paper was going to be running in their weekend edition paper, and boy was it a mess. How that had been cleared in the first place was beyond him. Grey was definitely bringing that up during the next meeting the club had, because quite honestly, it was unacceptable for things to be running that way. He knew a good portion was on him because he hadn’t caught on to it fast enough, but it shouldn’t have gotten as far as it did. Luckily level-headedness and an extreme lack of sleep combined with endless amounts of coffee that morning seemed to have fixed everything and they were all set to print that weekend. Hopefully there weren’t changes made between now and then, because he would definitely go on a headhunt at that point. Finally it was time to get some shut eye, and for once in his life he agreed with everyone that he needed it. He knew he was partially an insomniac and had never really cared about it because he managed to make it to most classes and complete all the work on time. Whether or not it was of a high standard was a different story. Pressing matters, like the newspaper, were more important in his eyes than understanding how a potion made someone fall in love with them. He already knew how all of that mumbo-jumbo worked.
He had managed to eat his lunch without falling asleep in it, and was then guided back up to the tower by one of the other members so as to make sure not to pass out from exhaustion along the way. They were good kids, especially for as much as he railed on them about getting work done and keeping them on impossible schedules. Saying some kind of goodbye to the one that helped him back to the common room, Grey stumbled in, the warmth of the fireplace blasting him in the face and making him immediately sleepy again. At this rate, he was going to sleep through all of his classes the following day. Not that they really mattered to him in the first place.
Unfortunately, Grey couldn’t make it up the stairs to the dorms and instead decided to crash on the couch. It was too comfy not to fall asleep there, and there weren’t many people milling about so that made it all the better. The other Gryffindors were smart enough not to wake him up anyways. Closing his eyes for a second to try and fall asleep, he realized it wasn’t going to work lying in the position he was in, so he flipped around on the couch, hoping to get something better. Instead, he spotted a lonely figure sitting in one of the chairs. It was Cecelia, simply staring off into nothingness. Apparently he wasn’t the only one completely out of it today. “If you’re not careful, your face might freeze in that position.” Grey yawned out as moved to sit up on the couch. He spotted what looked like work of sorts on the table in front of her. “And that’s definitely not going to do itself if you just stare at it. Unless you have one of those quills that writes everything for you, in which case, can I borrow it for the rest of the year?” Why his brain was telling him to strike up a conversation right now when all he wanted to do was sleep, was beyond him. Every time he talked to Cecelia some kind of philosophical conversation about life and how to take control of it would come about. While curiosity did kill the cat, talking to someone, especially Cecelia, about these kinds of things did always turn out to be rather interesting. Who needed sleep anyways?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 20:37:15 GMT -7
Cecelia was oddly glad when Grey entered the common room. She liked being alone with her thoughts, but she liked even more being with her thoughts and someone else – especially if that someone was Grey. He seemed to understand how she was feeling, or at least did a better job of it than a lot of other people did. Grey seemed to be a little out of it, though, so Cecelia decided that she was going to continue ignoring her homework in a nonchalant fashion until he addressed her first, if he spoke to her at all. It didn’t take long for him to do that, though, and what he said immediately brought a smile to Cece’s face. “I thought that only happened when you were making a funny face?” Cecelia asked. Her parents had only ever told her that her face would freeze on the rare occasion that she was acting out and looking ridiculous. It was quite effective in making her stop doing whatever she was doing, of course, but she didn’t think that staring into space was particularly bad, nor was it an expression that she would mind being frozen onto her face. At least then people wouldn’t be able to read her emotions like a book.
Grey seemed to have noticed that she was ignoring her homework, and Cecelia wished that he wasn’t so observant, especially considering he seemed tired (or at least was yawning excessively) and rightly shouldn’t have been able to notice something like that. Then again…was she being obvious? Cece didn’t know. “I have time to do it.” Cecelia said with a shrug. “As for a quill that would write everything for me, can you imagine the kind of trouble I’d get in?” She asked with an arch of her eyebrow. She was sure that the Hogwarts staff already didn’t think well of her ability to follow the rules given that she was related to a notorious rulebreaker, and her position as a prefect also put her under heightened scrutiny as far as following the rules went. How could she be expected to ask others to obey the rules if she didn’t obey them herself? “And if I did have such a quill, though, what makes you think I'd let you use it?” Cecelia teased.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 8, 2017 21:22:01 GMT -7
@cecelia “Oh it does.” He responded immediately. He vaguely remembered hearing that at some point in his childhood, probably being caught sticking his tongue out at one of his sisters or something. “Looks funny from here. Or it did. Now it’s better.” Grey pointed out, noticing the change from the blank look to the smile. That was definitely a rare occurrence with her lately, at least compared to how their last two in depth conversations had gone. This was also the only time as of late where she wasn’t reprimanding him for breaking a rule, which, considering the time of day, was kind of hard to pull off right now.
Grey snorted as she stated she had time to do the homework. Time. That was what every great procrastinator played off of. And what happened when there wasn’t enough time left? For the amount he slacked off in class, or didn’t go altogether, he still got his work done in a timely fashion, even if it was forced. Procrastination with school work would eventually dribble over to the paper as well, and he had enough issues as it was running strict deadlines. That was one of the biggest problems he had with the newspaper being a club; students could participate when they wanted to, and technically weren’t held to a standard of when to turn articles in. Of course he had a way of making them finish in a timely fashion, but there were still those that were devote followers of pushing it off as long as possible.
“The fun kind of trouble, obviously.” He knew the repercussions Cecelia would face if she was caught with one of those quills. Though would it really be that different if he was the one with it? Surely he could make the excuse that he was using it for the newspaper, seeing as most of the tests and homework handed out by professors was charmed to prevent that sort of cheating. “I figured you liked catching me breaking the rules. It would be another box to tick off on the list that I’m sure you have for me.” He was joking of course, but he had racked up quite a few broken rules last term, and seeing as this was his last one, he didn’t mind bending a few more.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 13:41:14 GMT -7
Cecelia smirked when Grey said the comment about freezing faces only worked when the face was a funny one. “Are you calling my face funny?” She asked him. She had been trying to sound like she was offended, but it was awfully hard to do when Cecelia hadn’t joked around like this in forever. Grey then explained that her face looked funny from his vantage point, and Cecelia rolled her eyes dramatically. “For what it’s worth, I think your face is funnier.” Cece said, feeling very much like a toddler who was about to stick out their tongue and blow a raspberry. She didn’t, though, because that would be taking things too far. Cecelia arched an eyebrow at Grey when he snorted at her comment about time, but offered no comment.
Cecelia wasn’t sure there was such thing as fun trouble – it seemed rather oxymoronic – but she was willing to humor Grey, especially when it made a comment about ticking off items on a list. “Actually, I have that list right here.” Cecelia said, shuffling her papers around and then pulling out a random one. “Grey Xavier Slater…” No one needed to know how Cecelia had found out Grey’s middle name, but it might have been a slight stretch of her powers as prefect. “I still have three detentions to give you before I fulfill your pre-graduation quota.” She told him, flourishing the paper in her hands. “So you’d better start doing more rulebreaking in front of my eyes so neither of us get in trouble with the higher ups.” It felt kind of like cheating to give Grey another detention for being out after curfew, but Cece wasn’t sure that he was going to do anything else mildly similar to a rule break. “Start a fist fight, maybe.” She mused. That would definitely be worthy of a detention or three, but Cecelia hadn’t the faintest idea of who Grey would fight, or how she would be the one to witness it. And she’d also have to be the one to break it up…So perhaps that wasn’t the best idea.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 20, 2017 12:53:12 GMT -7
@cecelia “Guess I am.” Grey muttered out with a yawn. “And I know my face is funny. It’s been made painfully apparent to me over the past few years.” He yawned again. This was starting to get difficult, especially sitting on the couch. It was so comfortable. “I’ve sold my soul to that damn newspaper.” Still, he was glad that he had found something and committed himself to it. That had been his main motivator for the last few years, and without it, he wouldn’t be where he was now. Having a commitment was really the worst thing in the world, even if it did sap every ounce of energy he had in him on occasion. The best part was that he was still around to cover the tournament. If the Auror gig didn’t end up turning out as expected, then he’d have good source material for a job at the Daily Prophet. He’d already talked to some of the reporters they had sent and gotten a few ins. At least he hoped to have.
He adjusted himself on the couch to see if he could get a glimpse of the list that Cecelia had pulled out of her many papers on the table. There was no way she actually had one, was there? She did have his full name there though, so maybe it was legitimate. “Only three more? You’ve got me already for the Prefect’s bathroom and coming back late a few times, so that leaves fighting, like you said, and snogging someone in a broom closet or something.” Both of those seemed like a little too much effort for him at this point. He’d prefer to keep skipping classes to work on the paper or entering the common room after hours. Those were easy for him. “That seems like too much work to me. Could always write me up for something and I’ll roll with it. Unless you want to sit through a detention with me. I’m dreadfully boring, I’m afraid.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 12:13:49 GMT -7
Cecelia laughed when Grey said that he knew that his face was funny. “Sisters tell you?” She asked. That seemed like the sort of thing that normal siblings did. Cecelia wouldn’t know about the whole normal siblings thing, but it was kind of nice to think about what her life could have been like. When Grey said that he had sold his soul to the newspaper, Cece raised her shoulder in a shrug. “There are worse things to sell your soul to.” She said quietly. It was the closest she had come to speaking about the Vow in a long time, but Cecelia wasn’t sure if Grey would ask questions, or, like everyone else, accept that she was in league with one of the modern world’s worst villains, before said villain died. Half of Cecelia wanted to ask Grey if he could help her, but she didn’t want to involved him in the tangled mess that was her loyalties. If Elaine found out, and hurt him for it…Grey was a friend, and Cece would hate to be the betrayer of a friend in addition to not being able to save her sister.
Cece gave Grey a wry smile when he asked if she only had to get him three more times. “Good luck finding someone who will snog you in a closet.” Cece said with a snort. As they had just been over, Grey had a funny face, and no one wanted to kiss funny faces. “It’s a misuse of power to write you up for something you didn’t do.” Cecelia said matter-of-factly. She definitely wouldn’t do that. “Sitting through detention, though…” Cece shrugged. She didn’t think prefects could retain their status if they got a detention, but she had to admit the idea of being on the wrong side of the law – the Hogwarts law, that was – was a little intriguing, and a whole lot less scary than being on the wrong side of the real law.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 22, 2017 18:14:13 GMT -7
@cecelia “From time to time they have, yes.” Grey nodded his head back and forth as Cecelia laughed at him. “Having rings around your eyes from lack of sleep doesn’t help either,” he sighed. That one was more noticeable with everyone else. “I could go a day without someone telling me I look exhausted. I already know that.” Shrugging, he sank back into the couch, tilting his head backwards so he could only see the ceiling. Cecelia continued on about how there were worse things than selling one’s soul to a passion. There probably were, but he couldn’t think of anything off the top of his head. He was too tired to do that right now. Instead, he’d let her do all the work. “Like what?” He inquired, not really looking for an answer, more something to ramble on about for a few more minutes just to kill time.
Letting out a small chuckle as she wished him luck finding someone to kiss in a closet, Grey lifted his head back up and returned his gaze to Cecelia. “Offering? Or do you know anyone looking? It’ll make it that much easier for you to write me up then.” He’d say he could offer Lily the chance to get in trouble with him, but she seemed to have different priorities these days, and helping him out would have immediately been placed in the back of the queue. “You’ve never been in detention before have you?” He moved to the edge of the couch, sitting up a little straighter than he was mere moments before. “It’s not that bad, really. Mostly a quieter study period, if you end up with one of those that is. I have had to organize returned books in the library without my wand before. That wasn’t the most entertaining afternoon in the world…”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 18:44:58 GMT -7
Cecelia smirked when Grey said that his sisters had indeed been some of the forces in telling him how silly his face looked. As for having rings around the eyes… “There are some people who can make the style work for them.” Cece said, touching her own eyes somewhat self-consciously. She tried not to use an abundance of makeup, but concealer was her savior when it came to not looking sleep-deprived every day of her life. She nodded again when Grey said he could stand to go a day without someone telling him he looked tired. “I think I could, too.” When it wasn’t tire, Cecelia was often told she looked sick. It hadn’t happened as much lately, but it was still the starter of a fair few conversations. Grey asked what worse things there were to sell your soul to, and Cecelia took a deep breath. She was going to do this. “Well, I made an Unbreakable Vow with my sister.” Cecelia said. “So I guess a mass-murderer would be your answer.” She tried to be casual about it, she really did, but there was nothing casual about murder, or an Unbreakable Vow. Maybe Grey would be too tired to process what she had said.
“It wasn’t an offer, no.” Cece said with a small smile. Like she had just been thinking, funny face and all…Wait, why was she even considering this possibility? Grey was a friend. Friend. Cecelia took a moment more to convince herself of that fact before moving on. “I’m sure you could find someone. One of the newspaper girls, maybe.” Cece suggested. She could see someone joining up in the newspaper just to get close to Grey. He wasn’t shy about how important that was to him. “Nope.” Cecelia said. “Kind of puts a damper on your ability to be a prefect if you’re constantly in detention.” Cece wasn’t sure if she would be stripped of her position if she did end up in detention. She certainly hoped that one mistake wouldn’t do that, but who knew anymore? “Maybe I should try sometime.” Cecelia said with a shrug. She wasn’t going to go looking for trouble, but if she and Grey happened to be together and there happened to be a way for them both to get detention…Cece wasn’t going to actively avoid it, either.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 22, 2017 21:16:50 GMT -7
@cecelia One of the things that Cecelia didn’t need to know was that his sisters had tried to get him to use some kind of mask to hide the rings and bags around his eyes, but he preferred not to spend twenty minutes every morning trying to apply the damn stuff. Apparently looking like he was exhausted all the time, which he was, wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world. Grey couldn’t recall the last time he cared what his appearance looked like, other than when the obvious was pointed out almost daily. “I don’t think anyone likes having the obvious pointed out. Obviously.” Especially for those that knew him. If it hadn’t been made apparent over the last few years that he struggled with sleeping, than he wasn’t sure what they saw when they were looking at him. At least when Addi punched him in the face he had something other than dark circles. That shock from that punch wasn’t nearly as close to the Unbreakable Vow bomb Cecelia dropped on him next though. Grey knew what those did, and usually they consisted of some really nasty stuff. He wanted to say something along the lines that she was safe from that now, but he knew how insensitive that would sound. “Yeah, I guess that would do the trick.”
Grey shrugged as she said that snogging in a closet with him wasn’t an offer from her. “That’s too bad. You’re right though, I can probably find someone else if I ask around.” At the mention of the girls in the newspaper club, he shook his head. “Never. Can’t mix work and personal matters. It doesn’t work out well in the end,” he stated. That had been the one rule passed down to him when he took over as editor-in-chief. The newspaper was his show to run. Being faulty from the top would reverberate through the lower ranks as well. While the normal club members were free to do what they wanted, he was the face of the paper. The members were his friends, but he could never consider being in a relationship with anyone of them past that.
“I’m a firm believer of practicing what you preach.” Grey yawned, again. There were some Prefects that definitely got away with more than they should have, and in his opinion, the only perfect students were the Head Boy and Head Girl. As far as he was concerned, Prefects were just muscle for them and the professors. If they messed up, who really cared? Cecelia apparently. “I know a few people that could help you out in that department,” Grey smiled, pointing at himself. “Although, since you’ve never been in trouble, it’d have to be something relatively bad or from repetitive warnings. Like how I only get them from being out after curfew.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 15:20:38 GMT -7
Cecelia nodded when Grey said that no one liked having the obvious pointed out…obviously. She laughed a little at that last part, but the laugh quickly died as she waited for Grey’s reaction to what she had just told him. Reading Grey’s face was difficult for Cece. She supposed that was probably due to shock, or mixed emotions. People tended not to be able to emote that as well as they could other clear-cut, common emotions. “Yeah.” Cece agreed lamely. Grey didn’t seem to want to talk about it any longer, and Cecelia was more than happy to drop the subject. It felt good just to say it to another person, like that every time she told someone the weight on her own shoulders was less. Cecelia took a deep breath before letting the conversation flow onwards.
Grey seemed rather nonchalant about the whole snogging thing, which was another thing that Cece was just fine with. “Try not to get too cocky there.” Cecelia said with a chuckle when Grey said that it would be easy to find someone else. She blinked a little, taken aback, when Grey said that he wasn’t interested in romantic overtures from any of the girls from the newspaper club. “I would have thought that was your best shot at finding someone.” Cecelia said, trying to keep her voice neutral. If Grey wasn’t going to find a girl, then where else could he find one? Other than the Gryffindor tower, and Cece was certain that all of the girls in his age range were taken, broken-hearted, or crazy. (And, in some cases, all three.) Nor mixing work and play was all well and good, but letting work make it so you couldn’t ever have play was less well and good.
“As am I.” Cecelia agreed. Practicing what she preached was important, which was why her current tangle with Elaine was new for her. She wasn’t used to professing to believe something and then not believing it wholeheartedly. Cecelia’s eyebrows raised when Grey said that he could find someone to help her get into trouble. “Is that an offer?” She said with a smirk. The longer she thought about it, the less Cece minded the idea of getting into trouble with Grey. “I could repetitively break curfew with you.” Cece said with a shrug, once again trying to be casual but honestly rather thrilled at the idea of nighttime adventures with a friend.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 23, 2017 22:51:46 GMT -7
@cecelia Grey was relieved that the conversation on the Unbreakable Vow didn’t continue. He wasn’t sure why Cecelia felt the need to tell him, of all people, but if it got whatever it was off her chest then all to her. Which was good because the rest of their conversation was for more interesting than dwelling on dead family members was. “Don’t worry. I’m not a certain Triwizard champion.” Grey figured she would understand what he was getting at. The Beauxbatons boy had left quite a bad taste in his mouth following the few interviews he had conducted for the tournament. The next one was more than likely going to be passed off onto a different club member because he was tired of dealing with the arrogance. “It probably was, but here I am, seventh year, and none of them seem to have that certain spark.” And like he had previously said, he wasn’t a fan of getting his personal life and club life mixed in together. Maybe under different circumstances or if he wasn’t in control of it all, but that didn’t happen, and he was relatively content with how things had turned out.
“I’m well aware. Though you’ve let me off quite a bit as well.” Cecelia had let him go numerous times without being written up, with a few detentions and warnings mixed in there as well. That was better than the patrolling Aurors that were at the castle now. They were relentless with write-ups, Finn being the only one to cut him a little slack now and again. Too bad Finn couldn’t tell him his shift schedule, that way all late night excursions could be conducted under his friend’s watchful eye. Harmless wandering really wasn’t as bad as the punishment given for it. “Guess it depends on what you had in mind. Grounds can be tough because they lock the entrance doors,” Grey pointed out. He had almost been locked out at the start of last term with Lily, luckily saved by Finn again. “Some of the corridors can be pretty interesting though, as well as the towers.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2017 9:38:58 GMT -7
Cecelia shook her head slightly when Grey said that he wasn’t like a certain Triwizard Champion. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was talking about the Beauxbatons boy that thought that the world and everyone in it ought to adore him. She was glad that he wasn’t like that, mostly because it seemed kind of exhausting to be friends with someone like that… If Émile had friends at all. And the more Cecelia thought about it, the more she doubted that he did. “Oh, so you need there to be a spark before you’ll try dating someone?” Cece asked with a small laugh. To her that just seemed…strange. Love was something that you could grow, and it was more important, at least in her opinion, to want to be in love with someone. It was easy to fall in love, but hard to stay in love. Not that she had any idea about that, since she hadn’t ever been in a long-term relationship before. “Are any of them horribly broken up about that?” She asked. Grey had to know if any of the newspaper girls had a crush on him…right?
Cece shrugged. “I let you off as much as I thought you deserved.” She said. Granted, that was more than she normally let other people off, and there were certainly people in their house that Cece would jump on the chance to give detention to, even for the smallest infraction. Grey asked what she had in mind as far as repetitively breaking curfew, and the prefect shrugged her shoulders. “Room of Requirement?” Cecelia suggested. “We could hide out in there until after dark, and then just waltz up to the Gryffindor tower from there.” It was hardly daring, but it would be breaking curfew.
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Post by grey xavier slater on Mar 27, 2017 21:34:02 GMT -7
@cecelia Grey wasn’t even sure if he was committed to the statement he made about needing to have a ‘spark’ with that special someone. If he was to talk about the love potion debacle, assuming one could claim that it actually replicated what real feelings were like, albeit obsessive ones, then maybe spark was the correct terminology for it. Maybe he knew what it was like, but he wasn’t even sure that what happened while under the potion actually constituted as knowing what love was like. As aforementioned, it was more obsession with everything that Ondina was over truly loving her, as if anyone other than her parents were capable of doing that. And how even they managed that attitude was beyond him. He’d take a guess that she was pulling the wool over their eyes as well. “I think an initial one, yes. Maybe the spark is more the taking interest part?” He suggested. These types of conversations were, well, he had never really had anything like this before. “I’m not exactly well versed in this romance stuff Cecelia. If they are, they have a roundabout way of showing it.” Grey had never actually had any confessions towards him, save one (and not including Ondina on that list), and if there had been, they weren’t exactly direct with it. He assumed his personality and ability to not want to communicate with others was a driving factor in all of that.
“Careful. Don’t want to show too much favoritism. People might start talking.” He joked, laughing a little bit. He wasn’t exactly sure why she let him off as much as she did, but it did free up some of his afternoons and weekends, which he had assumed would be clogged with detentions quite a few times. Long gone were the days of warnings and whatnot. The study hall-esque aspect of some of the detentions was nice though, and he’d always take that over anything else. “Not a bad idea. Might have to do a little extra to get you in trouble, but we can work out the details when the day comes.” Walking back to the common room from the Room of Requirement was rather pedestrian, but he was sure they could figure something out before the fated day.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 19:39:40 GMT -7
Grey agreed that he needed a spark to pursue a relationship, but then said that his ‘spark’ wasn’t necessarily the same as others’ might be. It seemed silly to Cecelia to limit herself romantically only to those who made her heart flutter the first time that they met. It seemed just as easy to fall in love with someone that she was comfortable with, though that would be more of a gradual slide than the stereotypical fall. When Grey said that he wasn’t well verse in romance, Cecelia chuckled a little. “I’m not particularly well-versed in it, either.” She replied. “You know, when the threat of an arranged marriage is over your head it’s hard to get attached to someone.” Cecelia disliked the pureblood way of doing things when it came to love. Miserable marriages led to miserable children, and miserable children did all sorts of things that the parents would learn to regret. If either Cecelia or Grey got in a romantic relationship it seemed they would be rather lost – or at least Cece would – since their friends were equally as clueless about what to do.
Cece shook her head when Grey said that she didn’t want to show favoritism, lest people talk. “People already talk about me.” She said. Accusing her of favoritism in her prefect duties was the least of her worries. If anything, Cece thought that the other Gryffindors would be happy to see that their prefect wasn’t only consorting with Slytherins, who were by and large the purebloods that Cece was supposedly – and actually, for now – affiliated with. Grey said that they might have to do a little more than just walk back to the common room, and Cecelia shrugged. “I’m sure we can come up with something.” She said confidently. She more meant that Grey would be able to think of something and she would agree with it, but it turned out the same way in the end, so the semantics weren’t important.
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