 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Did Abra feel bad that he was bypassing the table he usually sat at during the feast (Slytherin) in favour of another? Well... yes, a little. It was sort of like a tradition by now that he'd spend the feasts over at the Slytherin table with his cousin, but... hopefully she'd understand. They had the entire summer to hang out, but Abra wasn't sure when he'd next be seeing Derf (summers were a little uncertain in that way). He was especially eager to be with him after, you know, what had happened. A difficult mental image to be rid of, you know, and an excellent excuse to see his Hufflepuff awake and well and in Derf-mode as much as possible actually, thank you.
Also, he'd caught a glimpse of Noble over at the Slytherin table and, being nothing short of a hazard in Potions classes, Abra preferred to give that particular professor a wide berth when he could help it. Ahem.
The Hall was starting to fill up, and Abra in turn started to feel that awful building tension in his chest that told him to get out of there, but he ignored it. Derf wasn't there yet, so he just lingered near the door, one eye on the table, waiting for his villain to appear while he fidgeted and wrung his hands. Was it overbearing and annoying? To want to be right there with him again? Hopefully not; the return of Scamander had gone excellently, just by the way, and Abra selfishly hoped that that meant it would be a little longer before Derf realised how bothersome his Gryffindor's presence could actually be.
Merlin, he was ready as he ever was to go home. This year had been another trying one, and Abra wasn't entirely sure how many more his nerves could take. They still weren't out of here yet, either, still plenty of time for some sort of extra disaster to happen. |