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[preston_victore]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Sunday, October 9th / 10 p.m.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Audrey
Currently Involving: Preston

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[preston_victore]

Ah ha!! Oh, the amusement was back full force as she realized that she was still there, and he had pointed it out. She looked to be lost in thought for a second, which he relished, before she tossed her arms up and demanded that she wasn't wanted.

As she hurled herself toward the stairs, Preston called out almost without meaning to.

"Audrey, wait."

He stopped, his hand outstretched in a 'halt' motion. What the? He looked around almost frantically for some ridiculous excuse. Like, 'You left you--

Well I'll be damned.

As if by sheer luck, her quill was lying on the floor just at her feet, possibly having just slipped out of the journal in her angry tirade. He continued moving closer, almost carefully, as if afraid she'd slap him again. Keeping his eyes on her, he picked up the feather and held it out -- fighting every single urge to not slip it along her neck.

"Dropped this," he said, voice softer than before. He smiled slightly, then headed back to the chair to calm his mind back down before sleeping. Yes, she was wanted. But he'd not tell her that.

[audreyrochester]

As if she were in a dream, he called out to her, begging her to wait for him.

... Ok, so he wasn't begging, but he had still told her to wait, and against her better judgment, she did. Audrey halted mid stride, turning around ever so slowly to come face to face with him once more. What was he up to now?

Audrey watched as he stalked toward her, her heart beating erratically inside her chest. God, why couldn't she breath!! It must have been the stuffy air of the dungeons, for she had been having breathing problems all night long! Yes, that was the reason, she was sure of it.

She continued to watch him, her eyes searching his to find some hidden meaning behind their charade. And then he was... handing her a quill?

Wow. Talk about romantic! Except it totally wasn't, and she was thoroughly sickened that she had actually expected something else! Anything else!

Foolish, foolish girl! The brunette cursed herself mentally, grabbing the feather from his hand with a small 'thank you'.

That was all she said, she wouldn't dare utter another word. Not when she was in such a fiery mood.

As he walked away, she remained for a moment, watching Preston with a heavy heart. And before he had time enough to turn around and spot her staring at him, she ran up the stairs, shutting the door to her dorm tightly before leaning against it, wondering what the hell had just happened.

[preston_victore]

While Preston hadn't turned to see her staring, he did still have ears. And his ears clued him in to the fact that she had hesitated before darting up those stairs and shutting her door.

He had fully intended to slump back into the chair with an amused smile on his lips, but his body took on a mind of its own. He sank down slowly, leaning forward with elbows attached to his knees and hand cupping his chin.

Preston had always actively pursued Audrey. He'd always known it was unusual for him, and had always told himself that it was because she was indeed special. But he'd never actually questioned any of that before.

He'd never wondered why it even mattered, especially when she rebuffed his every advance.

And he'd never -- not once -- felt this defeated.

He leaned back, arms folded over his chest, and closed his eyes. Screw bed, in the nice cozy dormitory. Iago was probably mid-snore anyway. After a few minutes of forcing himself to relax, Preston drifted to sleep.

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