SPOILER!!: o.O
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Originally Posted by
tomewitch
She waited for him to talk but every passing second that he wasn't saying anything felt as if there were knots on her stomach, knots that she was having a very hard time untangling which made her eyes blink uncontrollably and her breathing shallow.
Just then, he was muttering her nickname. Her FULL nickname. It sounded so foreign. Dylan always called her Bee and him doing just the opposite right now meant that things suddenly had a serious label plastered on them. "Dylan.." she whispered. And the next thing she knew, she was shaking her head.
Was it cue for her to finally tell him the things that made her so depressed? "Nothing." She tried to keep a steady voice but it was harder than she thought. "Nothing changed. I...a few things happened." Like him and Indy ending up together? Naah, that really wasn't any of her business..Or maybe her Aunt and his husband wanting to get a divorce? "..but it's about to get sorted soon. I know it will.."
"And..I don't hate you, okay?" This time, her voice was getting louder. Why would he even think of that? Okay, maybe she felt some kind of alien emotion when she discovered he and Indy were together, something she didn't want to admit or even think about. But that didn't mean she hated him. "I really don't.. Please..don't think that way."
It might have been a bit intense of him but his eyes did not leave her face for one moment. Dylan was going to get answers. He'd been feeling the guilt for this for far too long to just let it go. He'd had the hunch she'd been avoiding him...
...And when he heard her utter his name, it didn't make it seem any easier to hear what the truth might be. Not that he needed to worry too much. The Slytherin had almost forgotten who he was speaking to. The most guarded, stubborn lady in her house. Dylan would've put money on it.
"Don't feed me that. Don't insult my intelligence." Really.
"This..." He gestured to her shaky body motions and indicated how she'd been acting at the very end of her own house table by a finger towards the door.
"...is not nothing."
Taking a few steps back, he rested his body against the stone wall of the niche.
"You may not hate me...but you are not happy with me for some reason. Why?"