izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-08-22 01:51 pm
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Room 406, after workshops

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to someone specific]

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can we talk?" she asked quietly.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I didn't really come up to get my shirt," Greg replied softly. "So yeah, can we?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. Because I really don't want to give it up," Isabel admitted, moving back across the room to sit on her bed.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg carefully sat by her. "So," he started helpfully.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel continued holding onto the shirt so she wouldn't reach out to Greg, still not certain if he wanted her to touch him. "I should have woken you up."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg nodded. "I overreacted."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe, but maybe not," she said, thinking of what Cedric had said about waking up alone and worrying. "You knew I was hurt and you didn't what exactly we were going to do. You had every right to be worried. Especially when it took me so long to get back."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg shrugged. "But you can take care of yourself. I shouldn't have been as worried as I was."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel set her hand on the bed between them and started to trace random shapes on the blanket. It was only a coincidence that her hand moved closer to his. "You said you loved me. I think that gives you the right to worry as much as you want, even if I can take care of myself."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It didn't change to past tense just because we had a fight," Greg said softly, moving his hand a tiny bit towards hers.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-08-22 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good," she whispered as her fingers brushed his hand. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't think you could take care of yourself."