Greta Catchlove

I can take you not loving me but I can never take you not loving yourself.

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

wolf-remus-lupin:

Greta sighed, “Fine, fine. I told you I’m rubbish at this.”

“Charms.” She replied holding up the parchment to show him. “Need help with that? I don’t like to brag, but I’m not too bad at potions.”

“ i wouldn’t say i’m full of myself. ” he pointed out, brushing his locks to the side. barty eyed the bottle with an unimpressed gaze, rolling his shoulders into a shrug. “ i wasn’t making it my concern. merely being clever. ”

“Ah. Well, would anyone say such a thing about themselves?” She laughed softly and once again looked down at her potion. “I would offer you some, but I don’t think you’d like it too much.” 

How was it possible that she could make one movement to sit next to him, mutter one greeting, and already his heart was beating at a faster pace pumping out of his chest? He needed to keep his cool. They weren’t in private here. He sat up, just a tad, in surprise, looking around, honestly, to see if anyone was paying attention. He then brought his head back down and looked at her, his eyes finding their way into her brown ones. He nodded at her question, feeling his lips grow dry. “Hi,” he breathed. 

She eyed him curiously. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” She said quietly, wanting to reach out and touch his face but resisted the temptation. Opting instead to tilt her head in question. She hoped it would be something simple. She hoped it wouldn’t be because of her. She studied his face more and only just thought thought of the possibility that perhaps it wasn’t just his sleeping habits. Perhaps it was something more? “Are you ill?”

The Day After The Moon Rose || Open

“Morning.” Greta whispered, seeing that the boy was still looking a bit sleepy. She sat carefully next to him, taking an apple from a near by bowl. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” She asked, in a quiet voice. She cast the apple aside and mimicked his position, looking at him sideways from space just above his elbow. It probably wan’t the smartest thing to display their conversation in the Great Hall where others-Death Eaters namely- could see, but Greta was a bit more preoccupied with the boy’s expression.