talk to me ;// amery

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WORDS: 889 OUTFIT: CLICK NOTE: I've just got a sudden muse reading Amery's app. Let me know if there's anything I should change. And no, she hasn't realize why he's mad yet, not how he feels for real. The Gryffindor common room has always been a noisy place, with more than a dozen of brave lions all eager to show off whatever skills they process, this is one house filled with people who're not afraid of gaining attention, even if they are the bad ones. The Gryffindor has always been loud on letting their voices be heard, putting their opinions out there not just because they think they are right, but because it is part of who they are and they wanted others to know how they think. They could be stupid sometimes, reckless, annoying even especially when you meet a Gryffindor who's so stubborn nothing anyone said could change their minds. Gabriella White is one of them, even though most of the time this young girl is friendly, talkative and fun to hang out with, one should know better than to challenge her up to anything. Sitting on the armchair by the fire, her favorite seat, her dark eyes were focusing on the envelope sitting on her laps instead of the performance two seven years are putting on in the middle of the room, some sort of rehearsal for the play Drama Club is going to put up at the winter feast, nothing that interest her much apart from the silliness. Perhaps it's just the mood she's in now. She reached out to pick up the letter, that same moment the room erupted in a roar laughter, lifting up her dark eyes to give the two seventh years a brief glance, her fingers running across that roughly torn edge mindlessly, back and forth, back and forth, as if searching for comfort from this repetitive action. Her eyes quickly lost focus, diving back into the churning torrent of her own thoughts. What was she expecting? She shouldn't even hope that a letter from her parents could be anything good, but she did, foolishly like the stupid school girl she is, she hoped and only been disappointed. Of course her mom would be writing to tell her how stupid she is for getting caught sneaking off school premise after curfew, not to praise her for making it on the Gryffindor Quidditch reserve. Well, since when her parents see her as more than a trouble among the three siblings at home? So perhaps she should cause more troubles for her parents to deal with, after all they don't really care about the good she could be anymore. Leaving her seat the girl left behind the letter which she had fed to the fire, to the hell should she cares about what her parents think about her, and to hell she would bother to reply to that, she told herself to not care long before; she won't care now. Up the stairs this girl stormed, by the third floor she scared a boy running right back into his dorm and two flights of stairs up she got whistles and cheers from the group of fifth years who had left their dorm room's door opened. Brie barely cares. It's time for that idiot to stop fuming and start talking to her again; she missed her best friend. Pushing open the sixth years male dorm door without even knocking, Brie caught two boys within in a deer in headlights moment, "You want to spare us a moment?" she asked the other boy, waving a hand towards the door, a clear dismissal. The Gryffindor sixth year headed off the dorm without needing to be told twice, leaving the room to these two. No doubts rumors would start spreading downstairs once he got there, Gabriella doesn't cares, rumors and scandals doesn't hurt her, most of the time she even welcome them because it serves another blow to her parents' carefully maintained good image. She didn't speak at first, just silently walking around the room, surveying. The layout here is slightly different than how it is in the girls' dormitory, and of course more messy, as expected from the boys. Gabriella lives with two brothers her whole life long enough to know them. Standing by the window and looking out at the night sky, her thoughts spinning trying to get an idea how should this conversation start. What's between them, the years of friendship left in a mess that last time they met, all because she was too obsessed with that new boy transferred from Beauxbatons. Alright, perhaps he isn't the nice guy as she wanted to believe he is, she has been stupid enough to want to think better of him because he's good looking. She deserved to be scolded, yet her pride isn't allowing that word of sorry to be easily said. Well, she's her father's daughter alright. "C'mon, do we stopped talking to one another now?" finally opening her mouth, her voice cutting through that thick silence sounded loud, it was like the whole world has grown quiet just waiting for one of them to say the first word. There she did it, she broke the silence, and she hopes it's enough to get her best friend back. Crossing her arms in front of her chest protectively, she turned towards Amery, one of those carefully trimmed eyebrow raised high, tilting her head to the left her dark hair tumbled forward like a black waterfall. "You gonna stay mad at me forever now?" Template by Paige @ EHC and CAUTION

TAG: AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL

[AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL]

They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that
We are the leaders of the not-coming-back’s

Amery was a stubborn lad, he also was somewhat pathetic. Everyone knew Gabriella White and he are the best of friends, since he was held back a year they had become somewhat insuperable. Yet here he was laying in his bed looking up at the red curtains that draped over the posts listening to the mindless chatter of his fellow sixth years. He heard his name a few times along with her's, something about how he was seeming more and more hopeless these days, how he was Brie's bitch, they were trying to bait him, get a reaction but Amery wasn't biting tonight. When their taunts failed their returned to the lewd teenage boy chat. That was until Brie herself burst into the dorm.

There was a quiet that fell in the dorm when she entered, few girls were so bold as to enter their dorms so no doubt Brie had shocked the two boys who had been chatting. There was no wasted time when she shooed them out leaving him alone with her. He said nothing though, he didn't even spare her a glance. He had wanted to be alone, he wanted to mope and feel sorry for himself, what right did she have to stop him from feeling what he felt? He let out the breath he had found himself holding after she shooed the two boys out when her words shattered the silence of the room.

"I never said I was mad at you..." No, he hadn't said it, his actions and silent treatment towards her might have said it but he technically hadn't said it. It seems lame in many ways that these are the first words he has spoken to her in a while. Maybe it doesn't seem like the two have been off for that long to others but it feels like an eternity that Brie has made him feel so - frustrated. Mad isn't even the right word after all, there isn't actually anything he had a right to be mad at. They were friends. Just friends. Who was he to feel like she wasn't entitled to look at other guys, to want other guys. He just wishes for once, maybe she'd actually want him. "I just.....didn't have anything to say...."

Its a lie. His voice even says its a lie. The huge sigh at the end of his words say its a lie. Sitting up on his bed he gives up, at least a little. She isn't going to let it go and she isn't going to let him mope. Having been Brie's friend for all these years he just knows she will refuse him such luxuries as feeling sorry for himself. Why did she have to make things difficult? "...it takes two to stop talking to one another you know...." He was trying to be subtle, remind her that she obviously was mad at him for some reason too, well...okay that was likely due to the way he was treating her but she could have choose to be the bigger person...

She was though, being the bigger person. She had started this conversation after all. But it wasn't an apology, for always talking about the other guys, the ones she actually thinks are hot and who she wanted to kiss and such. No apology for ignoring how it hurt him. Was she still unaware how important she was to him? He knew she was uninterested but did she have to hurt him when he was still such a good friend to her - at least most of the time?

"....Can we just blame this on stress? Or maybe some bad tarts from the house elves?" It was a joke, mostly. There was a small hope that maybe they were not about to have a complete heart to heart where she forced him to put it all out in the open for her. Though Brie was hardly known for just letting things go with little explanation. Amery could already feel the knots building in his stomach.

TAG: @brie
NOTES: hope you don't mind me reviving this