I'm not use to being the third wheel
Sun Sep 22, 2013 10:16

Moving forward Charline followed Killianís pointed finger to catch sight of a small establishment. The quaint Cafe was not the sort of place the Adler would usually dine at. Although homely in itís appearance it was far from opulent and she sighed to herself. However it was hard to forget that this was a Muggle street and so Killian had chosen the best from a bad batch. Besides it was not as though she intended to eat very much. This trip was all for the benefit of poor pitiful Pamela. Remembering her, Charline glanced back intending on asking Pamelaís opinion for appearance's sake, regardless of how unimportant it was. Instead, she found herself staring wide eyed, aghast at the image before her. It was hardly scandalous although she could not help but be startled by what she saw.

Killian and the girl were having a whispered conversation, sharing secret smiles and holding hands, oblivious to her accusing stare. It was difficult to place the emotion that seized her then as she unexpectedly became the third wheel. A lump built up in her throat and swallowing, she chose to turn her back on them, deciding it best to act unaware of their behaviour. The situation was incomprehensible. She could admit, if only to herself, that Pamela was not hideous. In fact she was rather pretty however that was where Pamelaís allure abruptly ended. What could she contribute to conversation apart from the occasional timid smile and single words so softly spoken they barely reached your ears?

So use to being the centre of attention, whether for good or bad reasons. Charline did not know what to do with herself. Envious of the strange connection her two companions seemed to share the Lyra folded her arms like a spoilt child and huffed quietly; a solitary figure standing apart from the others.

Assuming that had forgotten about her entirely, Charline was taken by surprise when Killian addressed each of them motioning across the street. Tempted to make some snide comment she refrained from speaking. The smile on her face was as fake as the ones she had offered earlier but had you been examining her closely you might have noticed the harshness of her eyes which followed Pamela as she darted towards the building. Unlike the other girl Charline took her time, with her head held high, she maneuvered past busy shoppers repeatedly reminding herself of who she was.

Killian was likely to be as dirty as Pamela and not someone to feel snubbed by. The weight of his jacket felt heavy on her shoulders and Charline was now filled with a desire to rid herself of it. She felt as though Pamela had betrayed her somehow. All she had wanted to do was be...nice to the girl below her station. It now appeared that Pamela was not who she had previously thought. This girl did think herself more important than she was.

Once inside she removed the jacket. Holding it in Killianís direction she left it dangling from her fingertips and without emotion began to speak, ďHere, I will not be in need of it now. Thank you for your kindness.Ē

  • Oh! Right, er, thanks...Pam, Mon Sep 2 13:14
    In fairy tales she read to Linden, the prince would always kiss the girl's hand. When Linden asked why he did it, Pam would explain it was another way of greeting, just like shaking hands. Then when... more
    • I'm not use to being the third wheel — Charline, Sun Sep 22 10:16
      • I'm only slightly apologetic about itKillian, Sun Oct 13 14:57
        Killian could easily tell when he needed to back off a little. He didnít prey on women, it wasnít his style. He would flirt harmlessly with the sweeter girls, making sure that he didnít lead them on... more
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