You're not wrong
Sun Jul 22, 2018 09:10

The last time Dade had been uncomfortable in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he had walked out of class because what was the professor going to do, stop him? And what had actually happened was Claudia had the chance to sneak up behind him and follow him into the hallway where she could attack him if she wanted. Dade was not prepared to let that happen again which was the one, only, and singular reason he was still sitting on the floor of the practical lab with Drew while Drew said things that Dade really, really did not want him to be saying. He had reinforced the privacy charm around them before talking so that was something but it wasn’t nearly enough for Dade to feel comfortable. There probably wasn’t anything that was enough for him to feel comfortable with this conversation.

The one thing that was relieving was that Drew did understand why Claudia was trying to hurt Dade. Holland had used the word ‘transgender’ around Dade a couple of times, but Dade had understood it to be another word that meant ‘nonbinary’. The way Drew was saying it, though, it meant something else. Not wanting to look stupid, Dade didn’t ask any clarifying questions. Maybe if he owled Holland later, he could get them to explain what it meant without actually looking like he didn’t know. And then Drew asked if he was wrong in all of his long explanation and Dade just looked at Drew with no idea how to respond.

“I talked to Holland,” Dade mumbled, face beet red and avoiding looking at Drew. His stomach felt upset. This was not a conversation Dade had ever envisioned having with Drew. It wasn’t really a conversation he’d ever envisioned having with anyone. He wasn’t convinced it was a conversation that needed to be had. Why couldn’t Drew just let him alone? Or react like a normal person? Drew was being very matter-of-fact about this entire situation which was unnerving because Dade wasn’t entirely sure what was going on himself but Drew apparently had a good handle on it. Dade didn’t say anything for a minute. This was just too much.

“Can you walk with me to the medic?” the third-year asked. It was easier than responding to any of what Drew had said. “I feel ill.” It wasn’t even a lie. Dade did feel ill, and sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn’t going to make him feel any better any time soon.

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