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Grayden Payne

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Grayden Payne

Grayden spent a lot of time by the lake. It was no ocean, but it was water, the substance itself embodying a peace that invigorated him. He liked to lay by the lake, reading a book while occasionally glancing up to revel in its mystique. 

 

It was then he saw her, a dark figure in the distance. Havana was an enigma, one he couldn't piece together in his mind. One moment she'd 'married' him, and the next he'd heard rumors, many of them involving her crush on Desmond. She'd denied it to him, yet the rumors hadn't let up, and he found himself wondering if she'd 'married' him only to distract herself from her feelings for Des.

 

He didn't want it to hurt. It did. 

 

It wasn't the fact that she liked Desmond. Liking Des didn't seem difficult, with the boy's natural warmth and popularity. It was the fact that she'd used him as a replacement for what she really wanted. He may have heard her, her steps against the grass, before he saw her. When he did see her, though, he didn't know what he wanted to say. He felt lost for words, lost in her lies and unsure which one to touch. He wished he didn't care. He wished he'd listened to his friends' warnings.

 

"Vana!" his voice came then, almost un-Grayden-like. "Um.." a passage of time had him reeling, as he did. "Hi," he said, eloquent as ever.

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Havana Towne

Grayden had called her name in a rather authoritarian tone before it finally fleeted into his normal tone. Havana was confused at first by the harsh sounds coming from him at first before suddenly all he said was a greeting. The two had been on somewhat of speaking terms, but yet they really hadn’t talked much since that time she accidentally locked him in the closest with the first years.

 

“Um, yes, hi, Grayden.”

 

That didn’t sound awkward at all.

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Grayden Payne

"I.." He wondered if it'd be weird if he wrote her a note of what he wanted to say then casually slipped it in her direction, despite her presence right beside his? That seemed a thousand suns easier, anyway. "Hi," he said, continuing the conversation.

 

They'd started a conversation. He said hi, she said hi, he said hi again.

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Havana Towne

Why did he give another greeting? That was seemingly odd, but whatever this was definitely the  Grayden that she knew. She chuckled a little bit and then continuing the conversation in what seemed to be an entirely new language known as the language of Grayden.

 

"Hi...again."

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Grayden Payne

Grayden wasn't sure what to believe, his mind reeling with scenarios, with possibilities. Havana had told him she had no real feelings for Desmond Potter, but she'd clearly been lying, considering he'd - days later - been in the Great Hall to experience her confession to Desmond, her flustered actions in his presence. He was starting to believe what he'd heard from his friends regarding her cruelty was true, and he wasn't sure what hurt more - her deception, or the fact that it was him she'd had to use as a pacifier.

 

This chorus of hi's could continue, but Grayden had to be brave and voice what he really wanted to say, or he never would.

 

"You, um - is it - you used me? And.. and you lied."

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