Don't mind me
Mon Jun 11, 2018 16:56

Once they’d arrived at the Administrative Quarters, Remington assumed that Claudia would forget about her. She seemed to be partially correct. The older girl didn’t seem completely aware that the Draco still existed, but she certainly wasn’t letting go of her wrist. It was at that point she accepted she’d be part of this, too, and allowed herself to be lightly dragged into the counselor’s office. Claudia collapsed immediately into a chair, and after waiting for a moment to see if she’d be dismissed, Remington also gave in and sat in an adjacent seat, her arm awkwardly hanging over the edge in the Ceti’s grasp.

Remington had never been in the counselor’s office before. She didn’t participate in the Drama Club, even though she’d been tempted to help once in a while. Getting in trouble was a foreign concept to her, and she’d never needed to talk about anything with a qualified adult like Drew’s dad. She wasn’t sure how weird that would be. Drew was one of her best friends. If she ever had a problem, she didn’t necessarily want to tell her best friend’s dad about it. Thankfully, she seemed to be one of the only people her age at the school who had their life together enough to not need counseling, so that would likely never be a problem.

The unfamiliar room gave the third year plenty to stare at. She got the feeling, as Claudia began to pour out her heart and soul, that this wasn’t something she was meant to hear. Remington did her absolute best not to pay attention, which was hard because wow, yikes, there was so much. Her brown eyes traveled to Mr. Tennant’s desk. It was pretty organized, and she could see his handwriting on papers in front of her. His writing was much neater than Drew’s. She curiously wondered if Professor McKindy, then, actually wrote in chicken scratch, or if Drew’s inability to legibly write was just all on him.

Mr. Tennant looked at her and that caught Remington off guard. He’d clearly said something, so she nodded in agreement to whatever it was. She assumed it was something positive or whatever. Not paying attention was so hard and unnatural to her. Her gaze then traveled to the bookshelves, which had a variety of things. There were quite a few plays mixed in with the psychology books. She rarely tried to read plays. Remington enjoyed all forms of literature, but plays sometimes felt inaccessible. They weren’t meant to be read silently; they were meant to be seen and heard.

Her attention was brought back to the conversation at hand when Claudia suddenly let go of her wrist and apologized. “It’s okay,” Remington replied just as sincerely. Her hand moved into her lap and she continued to awkwardly sit and listen.

Claudia said that the stairs messed up for Dade, and Remington frowned. They did? That sounded annoying. While she wanted to jump to Dade’s defense and say he’d never take advantage of that, it was also Dade, and if he felt threatened again… well, she didn’t want to lie. “I wish I could offer you a place in Draco,” she said, “But I get the feeling that that’s not a possibility. I’m sure there’s a solution or something, though. Right, Mr. Tennant?”

  • I'll believe it when I see it - Claudia, Fri Jun 8 15:30
    Just talking about her terrible year with someone who wouldn’t try to convince her to embrace another perspective (not now, at least - Claudia wouldn’t be surprised if, at some point, Mr Tennant... more
    • Don't mind me - Remington, Mon Jun 11 16:56
      • No one minds - Garen, Tue Jun 12 12:04
        A private place to sleep was such a simple request that Garen felt both relieved and sad. Relieved, because that was within his power to provide immediately. Sad, because Claudia considered it to be... more
        • I'd rather thank you - Claudia, Tue Jun 12 14:46
          Remington’s expression of a wish to provide Claudia with sanctuary in Draco was as unexpected as her approaching Claudia to offer help in the first place. Both instances provided aid to a person who... more
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