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Seeley Pichardo

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Seeley Pichardo

There was hardly ever a time when the seventh year found herself making an effort to come to the trophy room, or rather, there had hardly ever been a reason.  She'd largely tried to avoid it on her patrols because it was a stinging reminder of her lack of accomplishments but now... now...  

 

Seeley could now proudly hold her head up as she stepped into the room because her name was finally etched into a plate on one of the trophies in the cases.  Her name would be here forever.  Her new baby brother would eventually get here and be able to find her name and point it out to his friends.  So what if it had taken her six and a half years to get it there.  The blonde took a turn into the trophy room now, making her rounds before curfew, to stop and find her name and scoff at the one next to it.   

 

Still, her fingertips pressed up against the glass that separated her from the bronze award and she sighed.  Maybe this year she would have another real shot and getting a second one in the case but she wasn't holding her breath.  Stepping back from the case, Seeley readjusting her robes and turned away, ready to head back out of the room and get on with it all.  She did have a good pile of homework to get started on but shuffling steps at the door slowed her just before a familiar tall shape stepped through.  

 

"I was just leaving." Seeley said to Desmond, eager to get past him and out the door he was blocking.  The first real words, without malice, without bite, that she'd spoken to him in almost a year.  She glanced up and met his eyes briefly before looking at the door.  "Excuse me." 

 

 

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Desmond Potter

There were many things that Desmond was… he was as everyone knew a Potter, he was a quidditch captain and he was lazy. The one thing that he is not, he wasn’t one that won anything. While he was quidditch captain he didn’t think that he was the best, last year Hufflepff didn’t do as well as he thought that they would. Since the team was a lot of younger students and he had to teach people how to play quidditch. This year, Desmond was hoping it would be better. It was his last year at Hogwarts so he wanted to do the best that he could, maybe a winning season would look good for someone that would want to recruit him for a team. 

 

He was walking around the school today, and for some reason he made it to the trophy room and didn’t know why he was here at all. There was nothing here for him, it was just not something he thought about entering. Not since he was younger and wanted to find people’s name that he knew. Like his grandfather. 

 

Though when he walked by the door he happened to see that Seeley was in there, he knew that she got third place last year in the tournament. Something he was proud of but wasn’t able to tell her. Since he broke her heart all those months before and now it has almost been a year since he broke her heart and his own. 

 

There were moments that he wanted to talk to her but he couldn’t do it at all. There was just to much that was going on in his head. While he took Astrid out, he was still thinking of her. Something he shouldn’t be doing just it wasn’t something he could stop doing. He was trying to move on, but it was so hard to when he saw her all the time. Now she even has a head girl badge. 

 

Standing in the door, Desmond was hoping that they could talk. If she was unable to leave they might talk, but he knew that she could also zap him with one of her electric spells and that wasn’t something that he wanted to happen at this moment. Looking at her. “If you wish!” He said as he moved out of the way. “I was just hoping that maybe we could finally talk. You were my best friend once, and I hate not even talking to you.” 

 

He didn’t know where that came from, he knew that Seeley had a hard time talking to him, even before they dated and when she told him that she loved him. Months after he said it, he wanted to tell her that he still loved her but he knew he couldn’t that wasn’t something he wanted at this time. He just wanted to talk to her. 

 

Moving out of the way, she was free to leave. If Seeley didn’t want to talk Desmond wasn’t going to make her at all. 

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Seeley Pichardo

There was a brief second when Seeley thought Desmond wasn't going to move and in her mind she thought that if he thought he was going to trap her in here he had another thing coming.  He might have been taller then her, and physically able to loom over her without a worry but she'd had this out with @Juan Garcia too... size didn't always matter.  She had a wand up her sleeve and she wasn't afraid to use it, damn the rules.   

 

But, there was an emotion that settled soon across his face and for once she had trouble deciphering it.  At one point she could read him very well but things had changed so much between them in the last year that she wasn't sure what he was thinking anymore.  A flicker of sadness rumbled through the hot anger that was still trying to churn.  He did move away from the doorway though and she was already making steps to head through it when his words stopped her.  

 

They stopped her now, when months ago, maybe even minutes ago they wouldn't have.   "Talk?" She questioned, turned back around, her hand landing on the doorframe and she tilted her head up to catch his eye.  "What in the bludgers have we got to talk about?"  

 

Truthfully, there was much they should have talked about but it all should have happened a year ago, to bring it up now felt like digging up a grave.  She had finally been able to move on somewhat and from what she'd seen he had too, it was probably forr the best they didn't start releasing inferi on each other's new relationships or whatever they were.  She drew in a breath before dropping a bomb she hated to say, and she knew he probably would hate to hear even more.  "We aren't friends anymore, Desmond.  I don't... know how to talk to you.  It's too hard.  Friends talk about..."  She stalled and cut herself short, hoping he'd fill in the blank.  

 

"I don't know if we can go back."  That was what she'd been afraid of from the start.    

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