The Crawling Chaos

-hums- I wouldn’t feel right if I took it all. How about we share?

alright, if you want to share. [She smiles and shrugs]

I know! [He snaps. He knows what death means, he doesn’t need her to remind him.] I know. But things are getting out of control whether we want it or not. And I don’t want to live my life controlled by other people.

 I'm tired of fighting! [She snaps back, looking frustrated and worn out] I'm tired of the death, and the blood, and watching the people I care about suffer. If this is the price of something even just resembling peace.... then maybe I'm willing to pay it... [She sounds unsure of herself, of her claimed stance.] 

Just as long as it’s not dark chocolate, I’d greatly appreciate it.

It's not, it's milk chocolate. You're welcome to it. *hands it over*  

Ugh, this is the worst day of my life! Does anyone have any sweets they’re willing to part with. Mine disappeared.

I still have some chocolates from Christmas left over. They aren't stale or anything. If you want them.

I know, it’s terrible. I can’t believe that people are being so violent when just a year ago we were fighting together.

I can't believe it either. It's terrible. 

-completely deadpan- I’d need feelings first for that to ever happen, on top of the eternity you’d be waiting for them to ever be hurt by you.

Right, you don't have to hide it, Nott. I know I've crushed you. *laughs sarcastically, relieved that she at least got the topic off her and Alexei* So is there really nothing you like about school? 

Nuh-uh, I was here first, minding my own business. You were the one who wandered over in your ‘boredom’. -makes finger quotes-

Your feelings are just hurt because I wasn't drawn in by your magnetic personality. *sticks out her tongue* 

You better fucking make it possible!

He's the one making it impossible! If I'm such a bother than you can go! Nobody's begging you to stay! 

Well get back on speaking terms. I don’t need you latching onto me when you’re bored.

That's impossible at the moment, and I'm not latching on to you. It's attempt at a conversation, not chaining our wrists together. 

Yes, him, Quidditch Kid.

We're not exactly on speaking terms...currently... *shifts awkwardly, keeping her left hand in her pocket* 

What about that quidditch kid?

you mean Alexei? 

-lip curls- There must be someone your age or mental group you can speak to.

Only if I want to talk about the newest fashions, and how to style hair. 

…Why?

I don't know. I want to talk. I'm bored. You're interesting to talk to? Take your pick. 

Are you trying to make conversation or is there a point to all these questions?

Trying to make conversation.