Post by Gwyn on Jun 27, 2010 21:00:28 GMT -8
Megan's had her right hand resting on the couch and Gwyn rested his on top of hers. He turned to ask her something but before his words were out Megan gasped.
"What have you done to yourself now?" She reached over and turned his head to the left and examined a large bruise on Gwyn's cheek bone.
"Quidditch?" she asked.
"Ah, ya actually it was." Gwyn replied sheepishly. "I was thinking of something and not watching where the bludger was. Stupid, I know but it serves me right."
"Quidditch." Megan huffed having lost all her earlier interest.
"I know you don't like it Megan but sometimes things happen, little things I mean, nothing worse than this or a break." He looked down at the parchment again. "Is there something I can help with?" he ask cautiously.
Megan began to pick the parchment and books insisting there was nothing.
"Just not in the mood for it tonight. I'm tired."
There was silence for a few minutes before Gwyn spoke again but not too loudly.
"Coming to Hogwarts has been the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never had such good friends as I have now. Honest friends, not people who say they're your friend because they're scared of you for one reason or another. Believe it or not I've been in less scraps here than there." He gave Megan's hand a gentle squeeze. "What would you say if I suggested we work on figuring out the room on the seventh floor? See how we can get in any time we want and what goes on in there. I'm pretty sure we'll make good use of it next year. In fact I'm damn sure of it."
He leaned over and gave Megan a very quick kiss on the cheek. There was a murmur behind them; someone had seen it. It didn't bother him though. He took Megan's books and parchment and carried them up to the door of the girls dorm. He hadn't thought of the tricky steps but nothing happened somehow. Megan took the books and said good night.
Gwyn felt good, really good. The big rival Quidditch game was close and he finally felt as though Hogwarts was his home, and there was Megan. He thought of these things as he scrubbed himself clean and prepped for bed. He laid back in bed and he felt great.
"What have you done to yourself now?" She reached over and turned his head to the left and examined a large bruise on Gwyn's cheek bone.
"Quidditch?" she asked.
"Ah, ya actually it was." Gwyn replied sheepishly. "I was thinking of something and not watching where the bludger was. Stupid, I know but it serves me right."
"Quidditch." Megan huffed having lost all her earlier interest.
"I know you don't like it Megan but sometimes things happen, little things I mean, nothing worse than this or a break." He looked down at the parchment again. "Is there something I can help with?" he ask cautiously.
Megan began to pick the parchment and books insisting there was nothing.
"Just not in the mood for it tonight. I'm tired."
There was silence for a few minutes before Gwyn spoke again but not too loudly.
"Coming to Hogwarts has been the best thing that's ever happened to me. I've never had such good friends as I have now. Honest friends, not people who say they're your friend because they're scared of you for one reason or another. Believe it or not I've been in less scraps here than there." He gave Megan's hand a gentle squeeze. "What would you say if I suggested we work on figuring out the room on the seventh floor? See how we can get in any time we want and what goes on in there. I'm pretty sure we'll make good use of it next year. In fact I'm damn sure of it."
He leaned over and gave Megan a very quick kiss on the cheek. There was a murmur behind them; someone had seen it. It didn't bother him though. He took Megan's books and parchment and carried them up to the door of the girls dorm. He hadn't thought of the tricky steps but nothing happened somehow. Megan took the books and said good night.
Gwyn felt good, really good. The big rival Quidditch game was close and he finally felt as though Hogwarts was his home, and there was Megan. He thought of these things as he scrubbed himself clean and prepped for bed. He laid back in bed and he felt great.