Log [PG]
Who: Tracey and Graham
Where: Tracey's dorm
When: About 4:00 am
Rating: PG
Summary: Tracey prepares to leave- and gets caught.
Status: Complete
It was late when Tracey was getting ready to follow Theodore and the others; so late, in fact, that it had become early. She left her too-girly clothes in the big trunk at the foot of the bed and packed her smaller spare trunk with more practical things: trousers, comfortable shirts, practical shoes. Robes, too, and the books and supplies she deemed indispensable, then Tracey fastened her cloak around her neck and took out her wand to shrink the chest down to a more manageable size.
Graham knocked on Theo's door, waiting for him to wake up and open it up. He always woke up after three knocks, letting him inside with a smirk on his sleepy face. But today, he didn't. He waited for a while longer, before he just said the password, letting himself inside. The bed was empty and made up. He left the room and made his way up to the girl's dorm, figuring that Tracey would know something.
"Tracey?" he said, noticing that she seemed to be ready to go somewhere, too.
Tracey jumped and turned to face him, stepping sideways to keep her trunk out of his direct line of vision. "Graham. What brings you up here?"
"Do you know where Theo is?" he asked, noticing her side step.
She shook her head. "DId you look on the grounds? You know how he gets, sometimes. Can't stay indoors."
"No, I don't think he's on the grounds. Not now, at least," Graham replied, watching her. Something was going on. "I'm getting worried."
"Theo can take care of himself," she assured him.
"Yeah, well, I'm still worried. Where are you going?"
"Avignon," Tracey lied smoothly. "My older cousin isn't well."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Graham said softly. "Why are you hiding your trunk then?"
"Caught me off-guard," Tracey said. "I was afraid it was a professor."
"I don't think I believe you, Tracey," Graham said slowly, stepping closer.
"That's because you're a Slytherin, and therefore overly paranoid." She held her ground.
"With good reason. Where's Theo, Tracey?" he asked again, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've no idea, I haven't seen him all day." It was only half a lie.
"But he owled you," he said, glancing at the parchment on her bed.
Theo's note. Shite. "That's from Tantie Capucine."
"No, it isn't," he said, looking it over. Even in the dim light, he could tell it was Theo's handwriting. "Where are you going with him?"
"We're running off to elope," Tracey said peevishly, summoning the note and folding it quickly, then tucking it into her bra, secure in the knowledge that Graham wouldn't go after it there.
"...Theo would at least tell me goodbye," he said, wishing he could just reach in and...no, no. He couldn't.
"If he was running off with a girl? Doubtful."
"No, in general. I know he isn't doing that, but wherever you two are going, he would've at least said goodbye. It's something he doesn't want to tell me..." He gritted his teeth. No one ever told him anything. "Tell me. Please?"
"If Theo didn't tell you, it's not my place to do so," Tracey said, but her voice was a bit gentler, back to its normal tone. "I'm sorry, Graham."
He knew it. "Let me go with you," Graham said.
"You know I can't do that," Tracey said, wincing inwardly. If Draco had gotten his way, she'd be stuck in the same spot Graham was.
"I can't just let him go like this, Tracey. What if I never see him again? Just let me go, please."
"It's too dangerous, Graham," she said. "You're safe here. Don't be an idiot."
"I'd rather be an idiot than stay here," Graham said firmly, looking serious.
"And I'd rather you not act like a bloody Gryffindor," Tracey snapped.
"Oh fucking well," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I'm coming."
"You aren't." Her tone brooked no argument.
"I am. What if you were in my place? Wouldn't you not care? No matter how dangerous it is?" Graham asked.
"I wouldn't be in your place, Graham," she said, "because when it comes right down to it, I know my way around a duel far better than you do."
"I can learn," he said, trying not to let her statement bother him.
"There isn't time."
"Fine," he replied quietly, glancing down then back up at her. "Fine."
She sighed. "I don't know what else you expect from me, Graham."
"Nothing. Tell Theo I said goodbye," Graham said, swallowing.
Tracey looked at him for a long moment and didn't answer. When she finally broke her gaze, she turned and shrank her trunk, then slid a hand under her mattress and pulled out a small knife, which she held out, handle-first. "If Potter doesn't want you there, you will come back here and finish the school year, do you understand me?"
"Potter?" he asked, taking the knife from her. "Who else is going?"
"Just Draco," she answered. "Keep that on you whenever you're outside; at least you'll never be entirely defenseless. You have exactly fifteen minutes to pack and meet me by the lake without getting caught, all right?"
He nodded, turning to go before he stopped, looking over his shoulder with a smile. "Thanks, Tracey."
Tracey raised an eyebrow. "You owe me big, Pritchard."
"Anything you want," Graham said, grinning at her before leaving the room and quickly heading back to his own to pack.
Where: Tracey's dorm
When: About 4:00 am
Rating: PG
Summary: Tracey prepares to leave- and gets caught.
Status: Complete
It was late when Tracey was getting ready to follow Theodore and the others; so late, in fact, that it had become early. She left her too-girly clothes in the big trunk at the foot of the bed and packed her smaller spare trunk with more practical things: trousers, comfortable shirts, practical shoes. Robes, too, and the books and supplies she deemed indispensable, then Tracey fastened her cloak around her neck and took out her wand to shrink the chest down to a more manageable size.
Graham knocked on Theo's door, waiting for him to wake up and open it up. He always woke up after three knocks, letting him inside with a smirk on his sleepy face. But today, he didn't. He waited for a while longer, before he just said the password, letting himself inside. The bed was empty and made up. He left the room and made his way up to the girl's dorm, figuring that Tracey would know something.
"Tracey?" he said, noticing that she seemed to be ready to go somewhere, too.
Tracey jumped and turned to face him, stepping sideways to keep her trunk out of his direct line of vision. "Graham. What brings you up here?"
"Do you know where Theo is?" he asked, noticing her side step.
She shook her head. "DId you look on the grounds? You know how he gets, sometimes. Can't stay indoors."
"No, I don't think he's on the grounds. Not now, at least," Graham replied, watching her. Something was going on. "I'm getting worried."
"Theo can take care of himself," she assured him.
"Yeah, well, I'm still worried. Where are you going?"
"Avignon," Tracey lied smoothly. "My older cousin isn't well."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Graham said softly. "Why are you hiding your trunk then?"
"Caught me off-guard," Tracey said. "I was afraid it was a professor."
"I don't think I believe you, Tracey," Graham said slowly, stepping closer.
"That's because you're a Slytherin, and therefore overly paranoid." She held her ground.
"With good reason. Where's Theo, Tracey?" he asked again, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've no idea, I haven't seen him all day." It was only half a lie.
"But he owled you," he said, glancing at the parchment on her bed.
Theo's note. Shite. "That's from Tantie Capucine."
"No, it isn't," he said, looking it over. Even in the dim light, he could tell it was Theo's handwriting. "Where are you going with him?"
"We're running off to elope," Tracey said peevishly, summoning the note and folding it quickly, then tucking it into her bra, secure in the knowledge that Graham wouldn't go after it there.
"...Theo would at least tell me goodbye," he said, wishing he could just reach in and...no, no. He couldn't.
"If he was running off with a girl? Doubtful."
"No, in general. I know he isn't doing that, but wherever you two are going, he would've at least said goodbye. It's something he doesn't want to tell me..." He gritted his teeth. No one ever told him anything. "Tell me. Please?"
"If Theo didn't tell you, it's not my place to do so," Tracey said, but her voice was a bit gentler, back to its normal tone. "I'm sorry, Graham."
He knew it. "Let me go with you," Graham said.
"You know I can't do that," Tracey said, wincing inwardly. If Draco had gotten his way, she'd be stuck in the same spot Graham was.
"I can't just let him go like this, Tracey. What if I never see him again? Just let me go, please."
"It's too dangerous, Graham," she said. "You're safe here. Don't be an idiot."
"I'd rather be an idiot than stay here," Graham said firmly, looking serious.
"And I'd rather you not act like a bloody Gryffindor," Tracey snapped.
"Oh fucking well," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I'm coming."
"You aren't." Her tone brooked no argument.
"I am. What if you were in my place? Wouldn't you not care? No matter how dangerous it is?" Graham asked.
"I wouldn't be in your place, Graham," she said, "because when it comes right down to it, I know my way around a duel far better than you do."
"I can learn," he said, trying not to let her statement bother him.
"There isn't time."
"Fine," he replied quietly, glancing down then back up at her. "Fine."
She sighed. "I don't know what else you expect from me, Graham."
"Nothing. Tell Theo I said goodbye," Graham said, swallowing.
Tracey looked at him for a long moment and didn't answer. When she finally broke her gaze, she turned and shrank her trunk, then slid a hand under her mattress and pulled out a small knife, which she held out, handle-first. "If Potter doesn't want you there, you will come back here and finish the school year, do you understand me?"
"Potter?" he asked, taking the knife from her. "Who else is going?"
"Just Draco," she answered. "Keep that on you whenever you're outside; at least you'll never be entirely defenseless. You have exactly fifteen minutes to pack and meet me by the lake without getting caught, all right?"
He nodded, turning to go before he stopped, looking over his shoulder with a smile. "Thanks, Tracey."
Tracey raised an eyebrow. "You owe me big, Pritchard."
"Anything you want," Graham said, grinning at her before leaving the room and quickly heading back to his own to pack.