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WHO: Hufflepuffs/Gryffindors and Slytherin/Ravenclaws + Teachers to facilitate
TONE: Ranging from Welcoming to Irritated
RATING: No higher than PG-13, if you want sexy times make a separate log!
WHEN: September 2nd through the 7th
WHERE: Hufflepuff and Slytherin dorms
WHAT: Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are rained out of house and home, and are forced to bunk with the Slytherin/Ravenclaws for a week.
STATUS: Ongoing!

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[Did anyone ask for a knight in shining armour? Well, sorry, Arthur's going to have to do. Noticing her discomfort from the other side of the room, the boy squeezes through a few groups of students and catches hold of Marceline's wrist]

Hey. Come on.

[There's definitely a few places in the common room that are quieter than this]

[And just like that, she snaps out of it, glancing up at him with a bit of a lost expression on her face. His hand is warm around her cold skin, enough of a distraction thanks to the difference in temperature to drown out the noise. Marceline nods a little numbly, exhaling a breath she didn't know she'd been holding in, but didn't need to let go of.]

Okay.

[There's a nod, and he smiles at her, gripping her hand and picking his way across the room with her in tow until they reach one of the darker areas further back in the room.

The Ravenclaw students seem wary of going this far, as if something might leap from the shadows or dim, greenish light cast by the torches, so it's quiet and the air seems far more calm. There are still a few students here, but the noise is mostly in the brighter areas near to the largest fireplace]

[She doesn't really know what to say, so she just lets him drag her through the crowd. She thought she could handle this but...obviously not. It made her feel a little weak, relying on someone like this, and her hand clenched around his, careful not to squeeze too hard due to her new strength.

Once they were in the darker area, relief drained onto Marcie's face and she very nearly collapsed against his back when he stopped. Instead, she placed her free hand on his shoulder and stepped closer, pressing her forehead against the base of his neck near the dip of his shoulders.]

Sorry. [Her voice is drained, defeated. She didn't know what she was apologizing for. Her own stupidity? For making him have to lead her back here, away from everyone? She didn't know.] You didn't have to rescue me.

[Ack. Don't mind Arthur, he's just going to blush and lift his eyes to the ceiling, then turn to her and pause while he tries to figure out where he can put his hands without it being weird. He settles for putting one arm around her, and glances down at the top of her head. A small frown twitches at his eyebrows, drawing a small crease between them]

Think of it as a.. tactical retreat.

[He pats her shoulder gently]

Alright?

Edited 2012-09-04 09:47 (UTC)

[She doesn't notice the blush and if she did she wouldn't say anything about it, instead listening unintentionally to his heartbeat. A single heartbeat. Not like the good hundred that had plagued her head just a few seconds ago. She hunched her shoulders when he put an arm around her, raising a hand to rub her head.]

Right. Tactical retreat.

[It sounds much better than 'running away', and besides, it isn't as if she's been given a choice as to how badly such a situation affects her. He tolerates the contact for a little while, thumbing lightly over her shoulder, then he coughs awkwardly and steps away, still slightly pink]

I don't think anyone noticed.

[How's she going to play Quidditch this season if she can't handle crowds? Or schoolwork or anything of the sort. With any luck Marshall will help her out if she asks but not until she was done trying to do it on her own. She bit her bottom lip, the tip of a fang poking out of her mouth as she crossed her arms around herself, glancing away when he pulls away from her.]

I think they're too absorbed in themselves to notice. Their heartbeats didn't suggest otherwise.

[Leaning back slightly, he looks over to the bustling groups of students and lets out a short 'hmn' sound. Of course no one had noticed. Far too absorbed in themselves, as she'd said. Though.. Arthur only noticed because Marceline is his friend, and he knows of the potential difficulties she might face]

It's only for a week. I can't say I'm a fan of this situation myself, but maybe it'll be easier for you when the Ravenclaws are gone.

[It might be. Being thrown into this type of situation so soon probably wasn't good in any way. She leaned against a nearby wall and sank down, placing her head in her hands with a small huff before looking up at him.]

Maybe. I might ask Bonnie to sleep in the fourth year dorm instead of the third year dorm. I have Vriska, Rose and Terezi but I've known Bonnie longer. Having a friend around to snap me out of it like you did will be better for everyone.

[He blinks down at her, then crouches beside her, quiet for a moment before settling back into a sitting position and leaning forwards]

I don't know if they'll just.. let you do that, but it's worth a shot. Besides, with so many people, it might not even be noticed.

[She shrugs. Honestly she didn't know what else she could do. It wasn't like she could go into the boy's dorms and curl up with Eridan or seek solace with Marshall. It kind of sucked like that, no pun intended.]

I'll ask Dumbledor or Professor Matteris. It's overcrowded as it is so I'm sure swapping one room for another won't matter.

I'll certainly wish you the best of luck. Mm, I suppose the professors would be more understanding.. I assume they all know about your.. circumstances.

[He's not sure why he hesitated in finding a word that felt right]

[She makes a small noise in the back of her throat.]

I've told a majority of them. But you know [she glances at him] it's okay to call me a vampire. It's what I am anyway.

I know, Marce.. but I'd not think it a good idea to be saying something like that out loud, especially in here. You never know who's going to be listening in.

Then...call it a condition. Not a circumstance. [She looked back down at the floor.] Calling it a circumstance just reminds me of how it happened.

... Condition, then.

[Arthur touches her arm lightly]

Sorry.

[Marceline looks at him out the corner of her eye.]

What for?

Reminding you, I suppose. It wasn't my intention.

[He smiles faintly]

[She returns the smile.]

It's okay. You didn't know.

[Arthur scoots over and leans against the wall beside her, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling]

Sometimes, I think I'm just too bloody nice for this House.

[Except he knows he can be an utter ruthless bastard when he wants to be.. he just happens to like Marceline]

[Marceline laughs a little at that before lowering herself into a slump against the wall, crossing her legs and placing her hands in the center. Her shaking had long since stopped. She can be an outright bitch when she needs to be too, especially to people who are easy to tease and rile up.]

Don't tell Eridan I said this, but we cuddle sometimes. If anyone knew we'd probably ruin Slytherin's reputation single handedly.

...

[If he had a drink, there would have been the most marvellous spit-take at that]

Eridan? Are you serious?

[She just laughs at his expression.]

I'm serious.

I always knew he was a bit of a.. well, you know, but he never struck me as the cuddling type.

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