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[family_mcfinn]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans'/ Monday, October 10th / 8 PM
Location: Grounds
Open To: Rylie
Currently Involving: Keary, Rylie

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[rylielogan]

Rylie felt her heart sink into her toes. Had she discovered something she didn't want to know? She had been talking about Wes, but apparently he wasn't who Keary was fitting to that description. She wouldn't have suspected anything were it not for the fact that the conversation had gone back to where it started.

She took a few step backwards, worried she'd gotten herself into a dangerous position, and clicked her tongue as she'd gotten into the habit of doing.

He might have been right about Wes, but he didn't... he wasn't saying he was one of those people choosing sides because of weakness? Why was he so quick to talk about Malfoy when they had already discussed him and agreed upon the nonsense surrounding the school.

She tried not to make her gulp obvious and kept her eyes locked on his. She'd have to answer her question. There was no way she could inquire further, or she'd be throwing herself into the thick of things.

"We... we, er... we already talked about him.." she reminded him quietly and placed her hand on the trunk of the tree once more.

[family_mcfinn]

Oh, Keary was observing her and her reaction and this was not good. This was quite horrible, actually, and the way she stepped away from him showed it.

Inside, a new worry hit him. What if she somehow knew? What if she figured it out, and told someone, and somehow him being busted got the entire group in trouble, and they did something in revenge to his family?

He had to cover. The secret was one that was not to be discovered.

As the unease set in, backstepping and all, he quickly held his hands up in front of her, as to stop her. "No," he said quickly, brow furrowing. "Please. I didn't mean anyone I know. That was a broad speculation."

[rylielogan]

No, this wasn't right. She hated to feel this way, but she just couldn't trust him. The Head Boy was possibly on the side that... well the side that was definitely not interested in keeping her alive. How could he possibly know he was weak and give in anyway? How could he even dare to speak with her when he knew she could end up dead?

She couldn't let him think she was on to him, could she? If he went and told anyone that was connected to the Death Eaters or something, she could soon be in the middle of what she'd always tried to avoid. She might be fighting for her life come graduation.

"I... of course not! I didn't mean to give you the impression I was backing away from you. I was standing on an upturned root is all. Extremely uncomfortable," Rylie lied and plastered a fake smile on her face.

This was bad, and yet she'd have to keep it to herself. What had she gotten herself into?

[family_mcfinn]

Oh, this wasn't good. Keary was paranoid and was absolutely not buying this whole upturned root thing, and in fact, he glanced down at her feet.

No upturned root.

This was not good.

Despite his head staying down, his eyes rose back to her. "..right then," he replied quietly. Oh, blast it all to bloody hell, this was going to be a problem. He needed to get in touch with Wes fast and, well, asking him what needed to be done. Her suspecting him and Wesley both was far from good. Surely Wes would know what to do.

"I've actually got to get going. I've got this.. thing with my sister, actually. Promised to help her study for Runes. Darling little thing." Oh, the lies that came from his lips. "Sorry to have kept you."

[rylielogan]

"Oh, well... not to be rude, but she's a Gryffindor. How are you going to see her this close to curfew?" Rylie asked and immediately regretted it.

What was she thinking? It would have been better if he just left and yet she was finding more ways to put herself in a place she didn't belong. She blushed and looked down at the ground, hoping she could convince him she wasn't worried about his loyalities, even though she was.

"Look, you're my housemate, my year. I shouldn't be so... I'm just in a strange mood. Don't worry about me, yeah? I'm...it's been nice speaking with you," she stuttered and dared to take a step closer.

It wasn't a complete lie, after all. If only she'd kept reading and not spoken up at the mention of runes. Why did she have to like runes!?

[family_mcfinn]

"Head Boy has it's perks," he replied, shrugging. "Besides, Fi's never in her dormitory at curfew anyway. I'm bound to find her wafting about the library, dropping books about. She's got a habit of doing that."

Oh, he was absolutely terrible about this entire lying and covering tracks bit. It wasn't good, nor very pretty at all.

"Sorry your mood was so strange. Can't help but worry that it was my fault. I apologise." He hesitantly reached out, giving her an awkward pat on her shoulder, then quickly withdrew his hand. "Really, I should be going. I'm not helping you any at all, am I?"

[rylielogan]

"Head Boy, right. That's got to be lovely. I am too... well, I'm just not right for Head Girl, you know? Not quite where I need to be social wise. Anyhow, you didn't ruin my mood," Rylie said, relaxing a bit.

She still didn't trust him in the slightest, and she was going to have to watch her back from now on, but he had the potential to be good. At least that she could recognise. She seriously hoped he'd reconsider. What could possibly have him choosing to side with... well, what seemed like evil, anyway?

"It's... well, it's been a pleasure, Keary."

[family_mcfinn]

"Oh," he replied quietly, "I think you would be a grand one." Pausing, then let his lip curl with a slight smile. "Better than Andra Owen, at least," whom he did not get on with at all. Throw in a compliment, hopefully settle her nerves, if they were ruffled at all of course. He really hoped she wasn't onto him. Would make for messy relations and all.

But oy, was he ever going to have some work to do when he returned to his dorm room. He'd have to owl Wes - he had no choice.

"Pleasure's mine."

With a smile, he nodded to her, then made his way off with hands shoved into his pockets.