wrong things, right things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Rowan’s breathing was getting harder from running through the long, winding hallways. The castle sometimes felt like it was never ending, and she still hadn’t managed to lose them. Not daring to look behind her, she scoured her mind for ideas of where to hide. If she could get down the hall a little farther, there was a supply closet around the corner that she might be able to slip into. 

Speeding around the corner, she decided to take that moment to see how far ahead she was. Where’d they go? Her confusion hit her a little harder than expected as she fell back onto the floor. She felt as if she’d just hit a brick wall. That was a mistake. A small groan of pain escaped her lips. “Shit.” Standing up, she rubbed her now bruised buttocks, looking around to see if they’d caught up. “Sorry, my attention isn’t were it should be at the moment.” 

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if there was one thing demitri wasn’t expecting, it was a smack in the back. at first he’s confused, tilting his head as he tears his eyes away from his newspaper. “oh- it’s okay... are you?” paper now folded neatly between his fingers, he attempts to offer her a hand, but she’s already up. “is someone chasing you?” bullying was something dem had seen in droves, and it made him beyond angry. 

Shit. She was late, she was so late, and she was never late! Okay, well maybe not never, but not often. Not recently, at least. This class was just, at a bad time! That was all. And she really, really didn’t want to risk the Professor’s wrath by walking in late, again. Who knew? Maybe she’d get lucky, and they were late too? Or they’d stepped out for a second and she could just slip in, unnoticed. Yeah, that was probably the best idea. The door had a window anyway, so it shouldn’t be hard, right? It wasn’t like the seats were facing the door or anything, nobody would see her.

Except that one person she had just locked eyes with. Freezing in place, Bertha debated her options, and settled on mouthing “Hi.”

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had demitri not been so paranoid lately.. he may not have noticed her. but his departure was weighing on him. he could barely concentrate. eyes flickering between his paper and the door, he subtly double takes as he lays eyes upon the figure.  “hi..” he mouths back to his housemate, attention now on the professor for the first time today. “excuse me sir, can you come help me with this?” he glances back at her as the educator leans over his desk. “now.” 

“I mean.. what if they mistake you for being one? You are quite.. tall” he teased and snorted a little, shaking his head at his own words. “I am joking, sorry” he added, knowing that it did sound pretty insensitive when such a serious thing was happening. “Of course you can do something. Stand up for the giants. They deserve to live too”

the joke only made this harder. keeping this secret from amos was killing him. unable to look him in the eyes, he suddenly finds the paper much more bearable to read. “amos..” he sighs, toes curling with nervousness. “it wouldn’t be a mistake.” well, it was too late now. “i am a giant.” 

Frowning, he looked at the paper and read what it said. Shaking his head, his gaze then moved up to meet Dem’s. “I won’t let anything happen to you” he said, placing the paper on the table. “You will be safe”

the look he gives him is one of confusion, anxiety pumping through him like battery acid. “you don’t understand.” and dem couldn’t tell amos he was a giant.. nor what he had planned. no one was safe anymore. “this whole being thing.. it just makes me so mad.” he tugs at his hair a little, sighing. “it just.. kills me that i can’t do anything.”

            “  merlin ,  i’m  sorry  dem .  sprout  needed  a  word  about  something  after  herbology .  i  hope  it  wasn’t  urgent ?  ”

“have you read this yet!?” demitri practically gasps, shoving the paper directly into amos’ hands. “they’re about to send out aurors to kill giants! to prevent plausible threat in future. that’s bullshit!” 

“alice! i’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“if another first year asks me how the weather is up here i’m going to step on them.”

“ i’d have no idea who to ask. ” millicent can’t help but smile up at him. even sitting, he essentially towers over her –– that, in combination with the seat being entirely too miniature for him turns her small smile into a toothy grin. “ i’d say yes, as long as it was only a one day agreement. ”

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Truth be told, Amos had been avoiding the other. Now that Valentine’s around the corner, he was afraid that he would be obvious when it came to his crush. So when he saw the other in the hallway, his eyes went wide and he hid behind a corner. Now what the fuck was he supposed to say? He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. 

demitri had seen something out of the corner of his eye, but as usual, minded his own business. turning the corner, he raises an eyebrow at the sight of his roommate and friend. “hey, mate. you alright?” he seemed paler than normal, maybe he was ill?

“ everybody wants someone to ask them to be their valentine. ” millicent muses, doodling tiny, alternating whole and broken hearts on the corner of her parchment with her quill –– a dramatic touch that was so like her. “ do i want to be someone’s valentine? not particularly. but it wouldn’t hurt to be asked. ”

“listen - i’m sure you’re hungry, i get it, i do. but that’s mine. paws off, mate.” leaning forward, he shooed off the other’s reaching hand by smacking it out of the way with his own. maybe it was growing up with a brother, or all those cousins, or just.. the rest of his house, but regulus was not afraid to get territorial over his snacks. “besides, i already licked it. it’s definitely mine.”

being hungry all the time was only one of the many downfalls of his bloodline, so he’d practically stuff his face absent mindedly constantly. the smack the only thing snapping him out of his daze. “you what? that’s disgusting!” dem cries, reaching for his glass of water immediately.