100% Human

What the hell is happening? He felt like he’d missed something, perhaps he’d zoned out of half of the conversation, all he grasped was one second they were making small talk about the greenhouses and the next Delta Lambright was holding his shoulder and stuttering her way through an apology for… that was just it, he really didn’t understand what she had to apologise for. Honestly, he’d actually forgotten half of their last conversation, he remembered the crying part but he hadn’t made her cry- as far as he was aware- and just assumed that she was an emotional person, a little like Jeremy, so he hadn’t been upset by it or anything. “Ah…” He was a little unsure what to say, releasing a breath that half-carried a laugh, so bemused he had to take a moment before he could continue, “There’s really no need for this.”

Now Delta was just confused. Just as confused as Tyler seemed, apparently. “You mean.... you’re not mad at me?” Delta asked, voice cracking dangerously in a way that sounded like she might cry again, although she was far from it. Clearing her voice, trying not to frown so much, Delta explained, “Of course I need to apologize. Even if you don’t think so. I yelled at you! For something you didn’t even do! That’s never ok. Never.”

Why were people always so anxious? He had to wonder if it was him, was he just unapproachable? He didn’t want to be, he wasn’t exactly itching to be friends with everyone but Tyler thought that being a good Head Boy meant that students could at least feel comfortable around him. There was, of course, the possibility that Delta was just anxious in general but either way he studied her with a small frown, only semi paying attention to what she had to say. “Oh… Yes, of course, books are easy to come by here. Or most places, which is good.” He paused for a moment, unsure what to say but never one to look visibly uncomfortable even when his brain was struggling to find a way to be helpful and put her at ease. Finally he added quietly, “I’ve never really liked the greenhouses, Loxley does though, I think maybe I like them even less now because of how much he’s mentioned them recently.”

You know what, Delta just had to come out and say it. It was obvious he was still upset with her and it made Delta feel a bit sick thinking she had hurt him in any way. Being forward with ones feelings was the best way to solve anything, not that Delta had ever been any sort of successful at doing so, “I’m s-sorry ok?!” Delta grabbed his shoulder, eyes wide. If it weren’t for the stutter she would have sounded aggressive, which was definitely not what she was going for. “I didn’t mean anything I said, ya know? Or, well, I did mean it I just didnt mean the whole yelling and crying. I um. I just hope you can... Yeah. Sorry.” Delta didn’t finish her sentence, the sudden boldness she had felt disappeared altogether and she was now blushing furiously.

Tyler was rather used to people not being happy with him, incredibly being Head Boy didn’t suddenly boost his popularity, if he took it personally every time someone was upset with him then he’d just be hurt all the time. He was actually more concerned that she’d been so emotional, still not used to that even after dealing with Jeremy for a year. “The greenhouses,” He repeated with a sigh. He’d only wanted two people within reach and of those two one didn’t seem to want him around while the other only complained constantly about the lack of grass and the bloody greenhouses. “I don’t really find the need for the greenhouses, or the grounds in general for that matter.”

“All parents like to think they’re sneaky, probably becomes a scary world for them when their kids can figure them out…” She trailed off as the girl continued and laughed lightly at the, perhaps, slight slip-up. It didn’t bother her really, being with her dad and her dad alone was much better for her in all areas, and it was cute when the Hufflepuff stumbled. “You look like you’re in worrywart mode, your face is all worrisome- don’t get me wrong, still cute, but you shouldn’t let things like this get you down. I mean, I’m literally grounded while this sorts itself out- all the no flying bullshit- but all of this is just some sad sack’s attempt to scare people. Chances are they’ll get whoever did it soon and they’ll be some freaky coward with no friends and no life.”

Looking at sad Jeremy felt like looking at a puppy that just got kicked, Delta just wanted to die. But no way was she going to ask him exactly what had happened, to acknowledge what was making him hurt like that would only make it worse. So, she plastered on an even bigger smile. “Wowee, you have been busy! I’ll uh, have to help you eat ‘em all, seeing as you have to stay fit for Quidditch.” She pretended to act sly about her hope to eat more cookies, winking at him playfully, never imagining he hadn’t eaten any of them. “Oooh, you know what would be good? A nice coffee-chocolate twist. Unless you have a different preference, that is, I don’t want you feeling like I’m taking over too much.”

“Ah, the triple-letter, not had one of those since the Howler incident of 2010. That was a big week for mother dearest but luckily she’s not been in the writing mood lately.” Never was, really. Tove couldn’t remember, in her younger years, ever getting a letter from her mother that wasn’t a Howler and since moving to live with her dad there had been no letters at all, something she was glad about. Still, it was sort of nice knowing her dad worried and he did have reason to, it wasn’t every day someone died at Hogwarts- not anymore, at least. “It’s fucked, for sure, I mean the world’s full of fucked up things but it doesn’t always happen in your own back yard, y’know?”

“No... worries.” Delta said, acutely aware that that was the third time she had repeated those words when, indeed, there were plenty of worries. She really didn’t mind helping though, Delta was a huge teachers pet when it came to the frog choir--she just really loved singing and she loved those frogs. “Oh that’s a lovely way to put it! I always just liked cooking because I got to eat the end product.” she giggled, shaking her head. “Of course I’ll help, it’ll be fun! What were you thinking, chocolate, vanillia or--ooh maybe cream cheese frosting?”