Her scuffed up combat boots treading along the Hastings floors, Darby swung around into Harry’s room, wearing the vintage lilac nightgown she had hacked off at the knees. It was past dark, so flashlight in hand she proposed an outing out into the woods, hoping his curiosity would be enough to convince him to accompany her. She was in the mood to get lost in nature. She had only been to Gibbet Hill a few times, so winding her way through the Preaker woods with the lone beam shining in front of her was a difficult task. Thin denim jacket barely keeping her warm, they finally made it to the top, Darby clicking off her flashlight to let their eyes adjust to the stars overhead. The lone stone turret rose up against the sky, crumbling into the landscape, dissolving into the empty beer cans and cigarette butts that littered the ground. Evidence of past students that had only used the beautiful spot as a drinking hole. “So...” She trailed off, her blue eyes flicking over to Harry, nearly blending in with the gentle navy of the sky. “What do you think? Should we take up residence here?” Hopping over towards the rocks, she headed towards the turret. Her mind still drifted bak to that night in Spain, dancing so close, their lips nearly touching, held back by the inconvenient presence of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, who was no longer. The thought made her anxious, the fact that she wasn’t held back by anything now. Nervous fluttering in her stomach as she looked over towards Harry felt unfamiliar. she never got flustered, ever, and yet here she was. @harrisonhadlee​