#sabaist

the furtive + the nepenthe (+ the sabaist)

half an hour has slipped away before she knows it. if she doesn’t find her friends soon, they might start to worry, and that’s her least favorite thing. she goes to try her phone again, moving to the edge of the corridor -the earlier incident with effie has taught her something- and it sort of works, it’s just slow. anyway, she has the compartment number now.

she hasn’t even opened the door yet and she can already hear xan yelling about something or another. she doesn’t sound angry, just frustrated, as though her point isn’t quite getting across the way she wants it to. helen pauses, her hand resting against the handle, listening. she hasn’t heard this voice in ages, and she hadn’t realized  how much she’s missed it.

brace yourself- the door slides open. wide eyes take in the sight of the two arguing wildly about- physics? some sort of science? helen isn’t sure. sometimes she can’t quite understand what they say when they talk above her head. she isn’t stupid, she just doesn’t pay attention in boring classes, and hogwarts doesn’t really teach muggle science anyway.

for a moment she doesn’t do anything, doesn’t add her voice to the noise. it’s kind of nice, she thinks. she’ll miss this. still, she should interfere. 

her throat clears, a raspy one-two. “um. i’m sorry i’m so late- i forgot which compartment we’d said to meet in, and then i ran into some people-” she glances quickly between her friends. “what are you two so worked up about?”