#liam corner

Liam groaned inwardly as a black owl landed in front of him at breakfast.  He knew that owl.  It was his dad's owl, and it's arrival usually meant something Liam didn't really want to hear.  He sighed, grabbing a piece of toast to give the bird to nibble at, but as usual she went straight for the food on his place.  He stroked her silky feathers for a moment before taking the letter, pushing the plate towards her.  He read the letter over once, getting more and more annoyed with every word.  Then he sat up, scanning the Ravenclaw table for Ian.  He spotted him on his way out of the Great Hall and ran to catch up to him.  "Ian, got a minute?"

Liam stood outside the office door for a full five minutes.  He paced the length of the hallway, anxiously bracing himself to knock on the Professor's door.  He was still reeling from some of the messages he'd received earlier, which wasn't helping his mood—not that he'd been anxious to have a conversation with his girlfriend's father anyway.  Finally he decided he could wait no longer.  He took a deep breath and rapped sharply on the door.  He'd just have to deal with this.

Liam paced back and forth in the courtyard.  He was glad it was the middle of class, the courtyard was pretty deserted.  He'd dragged himself out of bed to owl Min.  He didn't want to talk to her.  He didn't want to ruin things by telling her what happened.  But he had to.  He hated himself for it, but he knew she'd find out eventually... and he wanted it to be from him.

Liam paced back and forth in his room for a few minutes, trying to sort out the chaos in his head before he met Ant.  He thought he'd had it all figured before she went off to Paris, but now everything was more messed up than it had been before.  He checked himself in the mirror and glanced briefly at Ant's journal where it lay on his bedside table under his Potions textbook.  He didn't want to hurt anymore, but he couldn't let this weird... whatever go on anymore.  He took a deep breath and left, heading up to the second floor corridor where they'd agreed to meet.  The second he rounded the corner, he settled his face into a smile.

Liam sat in the courtyard, desperately trying to finish the last chapter of Sam's book before he had to return it.  He kept finding his attention drawn by some other source, however.  Katy was on her way with more interesting reading material.  He was excited, and at the same time he felt guilty.  He shouldn't care anymore.  It shouldn't matter to him what Ant had written in her journal, even if (and it was a stretch to believe so) some of it was about him.  Still, he sat and waited, anticipating quite a good read.  He'd never had a real chance to see inside Ant's head before.