Fic, I need to find a darkened corner (1/1)
Title: I need to find a darkened corner (1/1)
Author: airmidm
Characters: Anthony Goldstein and Morag MacDougal
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 1233 aprox.
Summary: Anthony comforts Morag, with music and brotherly over-protectiveness.
Disclaimer: I just torture them, it isn't my sandbox.
Author’s Notes: Hogwarts Era in the si_muove_rpg verse. A bit of backstory for best friends Anthony Goldstein and Morag MacDougal. Takes place during their 6th year. Cross posted to si_muove_fic
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With a heavy sigh, Anthony set his book aside and pinned on his Prefects badge. It was past curfew and Sor hadn't returned yet. Scanning the room, he spotted her usual hell-raising cohorts and knew, just knew where he could find her. It was the one place that most wouldn't think to look. Slipping through the shadows, and with a nod for Michael, he slipped out of the Tower.
It was a long walk from Ravenclaw to the old music room that the two of them had found first year. Both came here to play when they needed escape. True, their housemates wouldn't have objected had either of them played in the dorms or common room, but some things were private.
Everyone has secrets.
He removed all the charms on the door, save for the silencing charm that ensured the rest of the castle wasn't disturbed by the playing, before slipping inside and resetting the charms. He didn't say a word though, not when he heard just what she was playing.
He crossed the room, giving her a wide berth and retrieved his cello. If she was in a mood, then playing would help with it. He knew her well enough after all these years to know that much. He sat, keeping an eye on her as he tried to figure out what had set her off this time. They had only been at school for a short time. It couldn't be classes, of that he was certain. Whatever it was, she would tell him soon enough; well, that or give him enough hints to go on that he could figure it out on his own.
Morag sighed mentally, not sure if she was happy to see Tony or not. She had figured on him searching her out, but she wasn't yet sure if she wanted to admit what was really truly bothering her just yet, so she just kept playing. It wasn't like her to fall into melancholy. Usually she found a way around whatever problem she was having. Or drank and smoked until she forgot what it was she was upset about in the first place. Hell, she was having a problem admitting it to herself just now. I thought I was over this stupid crush. I have to get over it. Now.
As the last note died, she smiled, though it was most certainly half-hearted. "Hiya, Tony. Am I out past curfew again?"
Anthony nodded, picking up his bow. "Though Flitwick won't be upset if he knows this is what we were doing. You want to tell me about it or just play?"
"Play," she replied immediately, settling her violin on her shoulder. "You pick this time."
He didn't even try to fake a smile. He simply played the first few notes and then waited for her to join him.
There was no talking, no glancing at one another as they played. Both left behind the weight of family expectations, personal problems, and all the little worries that were bothering them as they allowed the music to take over, filling the room. Duo by Gideon Klein was one of the few pieces of music that they had learnt very young, that they could play together without needing to adjust the sheet music. By now, both could have played it in their sleep should they want to. It was familiar, comforting even.
They played long into the night, sometimes together, sometimes one sitting back and simply listening to the other. Anthony didn't ask again and Morag didn't ever offer up any information about what was bothering her. He knew she would tire herself out and he was grateful that it was the weekend so he wouldn't have to drag her, snarling and sleep-deprived, to classes.
Morag finally set her violin and bow back into the case, exhausted mentally and physically. The only thing she could even think about coherently was finding a bed and sleeping for as long as possible, slumping down on the lumpy old chaise as she waited for Anthony to put up his cello. Why he put up with her she didn't know. "Thank you, Tony."
His smile was genuine this time, when he turned to her and shrugged off her unspoken apology. "I needed an escape as well, Sor. Now, lets get you to bed, yeah?"
She nodded gratefully, allowing him to pull her up and wrap an arm around her waist. "I don't deserve you, Tony."
He scoffed, noting the sunrise out the window of the corridor. "I know you are sleep-deprived when you start talking like that, Sor. I say you sleep and don't bother getting out of bed until you've sufficiently recovered. Deal?"
She snickered, laying her head on his shoulder. "By recovered do you mean return to my 'selfish and bitchy self'?"
Anthony rolled his eyes, steering her toward one of the least used hallways. Some of the early risers were already up and around and he seriously didn't want to have to use his badge to keep the questions at bay. Sor was tired and very grumpy, a combination that had left more than one foolish Puff of Gryff on the floor covered in hex marks for testing her like that.
"I see you aren't denying my supposition," she said testily.
"I am not going to argue with you, Sor," he said patiently, pausing to guess the house password. "You are my Sor and I adore you just how you are."
She chuckled, slowly stepping away when they reached the entrance to the girls' dorms. "I adore you as well, Tony. You go get some sleep, yeah? I didn't mean to keep you up all night."
He kissed her brow. "It was my pleasure. Now go up and crawl into bed. I'll send someone up about dinnertime for you."
Morag knew how lucky she was to have a friend like him, even as sleep-deprived and depressed as she was right now. She vowed to make it up to him. After she slept and had copious amounts of scones. "You're a gem, Tony."
He grinned, running a hand through his too long hair. "I'm glad you think so. Now go to bed, I'll make sure the elves send scones to our table for dinner."
She laughed and slowly climbed the stairs. She was really going to have to remember to thank him. She just wasn't sure how one said thank you for all that he'd done or her over the years, let alone just now. With a shrug, she tip-toed into the room, stripping down to her knickers and crawled into bed. She would think on it later.
Anthony watched her go, wondering when or even if she would ever tell him what was wrong. With a shrug, he climbed the stairs to his dorm room. One way or another he would figure it out. The scones would make a really good bribe. And if he couldn't get it out of her, he'd Floo Liam. It was a course of action that he didn't want to take just yet though. With a sigh, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
[Summary:] Anthony comforts Morag, with music and brotherly over-protectiveness.
Author: airmidm
Characters: Anthony Goldstein and Morag MacDougal
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 1233 aprox.
Summary: Anthony comforts Morag, with music and brotherly over-protectiveness.
Disclaimer: I just torture them, it isn't my sandbox.
Author’s Notes: Hogwarts Era in the si_muove_rpg verse. A bit of backstory for best friends Anthony Goldstein and Morag MacDougal. Takes place during their 6th year. Cross posted to si_muove_fic
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With a heavy sigh, Anthony set his book aside and pinned on his Prefects badge. It was past curfew and Sor hadn't returned yet. Scanning the room, he spotted her usual hell-raising cohorts and knew, just knew where he could find her. It was the one place that most wouldn't think to look. Slipping through the shadows, and with a nod for Michael, he slipped out of the Tower.
It was a long walk from Ravenclaw to the old music room that the two of them had found first year. Both came here to play when they needed escape. True, their housemates wouldn't have objected had either of them played in the dorms or common room, but some things were private.
Everyone has secrets.
He removed all the charms on the door, save for the silencing charm that ensured the rest of the castle wasn't disturbed by the playing, before slipping inside and resetting the charms. He didn't say a word though, not when he heard just what she was playing.
He crossed the room, giving her a wide berth and retrieved his cello. If she was in a mood, then playing would help with it. He knew her well enough after all these years to know that much. He sat, keeping an eye on her as he tried to figure out what had set her off this time. They had only been at school for a short time. It couldn't be classes, of that he was certain. Whatever it was, she would tell him soon enough; well, that or give him enough hints to go on that he could figure it out on his own.
Morag sighed mentally, not sure if she was happy to see Tony or not. She had figured on him searching her out, but she wasn't yet sure if she wanted to admit what was really truly bothering her just yet, so she just kept playing. It wasn't like her to fall into melancholy. Usually she found a way around whatever problem she was having. Or drank and smoked until she forgot what it was she was upset about in the first place. Hell, she was having a problem admitting it to herself just now. I thought I was over this stupid crush. I have to get over it. Now.
As the last note died, she smiled, though it was most certainly half-hearted. "Hiya, Tony. Am I out past curfew again?"
Anthony nodded, picking up his bow. "Though Flitwick won't be upset if he knows this is what we were doing. You want to tell me about it or just play?"
"Play," she replied immediately, settling her violin on her shoulder. "You pick this time."
He didn't even try to fake a smile. He simply played the first few notes and then waited for her to join him.
There was no talking, no glancing at one another as they played. Both left behind the weight of family expectations, personal problems, and all the little worries that were bothering them as they allowed the music to take over, filling the room. Duo by Gideon Klein was one of the few pieces of music that they had learnt very young, that they could play together without needing to adjust the sheet music. By now, both could have played it in their sleep should they want to. It was familiar, comforting even.
They played long into the night, sometimes together, sometimes one sitting back and simply listening to the other. Anthony didn't ask again and Morag didn't ever offer up any information about what was bothering her. He knew she would tire herself out and he was grateful that it was the weekend so he wouldn't have to drag her, snarling and sleep-deprived, to classes.
Morag finally set her violin and bow back into the case, exhausted mentally and physically. The only thing she could even think about coherently was finding a bed and sleeping for as long as possible, slumping down on the lumpy old chaise as she waited for Anthony to put up his cello. Why he put up with her she didn't know. "Thank you, Tony."
His smile was genuine this time, when he turned to her and shrugged off her unspoken apology. "I needed an escape as well, Sor. Now, lets get you to bed, yeah?"
She nodded gratefully, allowing him to pull her up and wrap an arm around her waist. "I don't deserve you, Tony."
He scoffed, noting the sunrise out the window of the corridor. "I know you are sleep-deprived when you start talking like that, Sor. I say you sleep and don't bother getting out of bed until you've sufficiently recovered. Deal?"
She snickered, laying her head on his shoulder. "By recovered do you mean return to my 'selfish and bitchy self'?"
Anthony rolled his eyes, steering her toward one of the least used hallways. Some of the early risers were already up and around and he seriously didn't want to have to use his badge to keep the questions at bay. Sor was tired and very grumpy, a combination that had left more than one foolish Puff of Gryff on the floor covered in hex marks for testing her like that.
"I see you aren't denying my supposition," she said testily.
"I am not going to argue with you, Sor," he said patiently, pausing to guess the house password. "You are my Sor and I adore you just how you are."
She chuckled, slowly stepping away when they reached the entrance to the girls' dorms. "I adore you as well, Tony. You go get some sleep, yeah? I didn't mean to keep you up all night."
He kissed her brow. "It was my pleasure. Now go up and crawl into bed. I'll send someone up about dinnertime for you."
Morag knew how lucky she was to have a friend like him, even as sleep-deprived and depressed as she was right now. She vowed to make it up to him. After she slept and had copious amounts of scones. "You're a gem, Tony."
He grinned, running a hand through his too long hair. "I'm glad you think so. Now go to bed, I'll make sure the elves send scones to our table for dinner."
She laughed and slowly climbed the stairs. She was really going to have to remember to thank him. She just wasn't sure how one said thank you for all that he'd done or her over the years, let alone just now. With a shrug, she tip-toed into the room, stripping down to her knickers and crawled into bed. She would think on it later.
Anthony watched her go, wondering when or even if she would ever tell him what was wrong. With a shrug, he climbed the stairs to his dorm room. One way or another he would figure it out. The scones would make a really good bribe. And if he couldn't get it out of her, he'd Floo Liam. It was a course of action that he didn't want to take just yet though. With a sigh, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
[Summary:] Anthony comforts Morag, with music and brotherly over-protectiveness.