...spit it out, spit it out!
Thu Aug 2, 2018 23:22

She opened her mouth to tell Drew about the penseives and her experience with Claudia. She didn’t want to share everything, because the upperclasswoman clearly confided in her. If this had been something she wanted shared across the whole school, then Claudia probably would have found a way to do so already. It still felt important to tell Drew what she’d managed to process from the encounter, though, especially when it came to Dade. She had so many questions, and she knew Drew was much closer to the other Cetus than she was lately. Maybe he’d be able to help her make sense of this so she wouldn’t have to ask Dade blindly.

But Drew spoke first and revealed that both of them had Dade on the brain.

“Yes!” She answered immediately. Of course she’d noticed. The two of them, until recently, had been consistent partners in classes. Dade was there since practically day one at Rocky Mountain International. Not having him in any of her classes had been bizarre. She didn’t like it. It almost made her feel more lonely than whatever this distance between them already did. And, as much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it, there was an annoyed buzzing sensation that seemed to sit at the bottom of her throat, above her chest. She spent so much time trying to reach out to him, and for completely mysterious reasons, he was avoiding -

She didn’t have time to let the buzzing take over and spread to her shoulders, which is what usually happened. It made her feel tense and she had to roll her shoulders back and forth until they felt loose again. Sometimes that wouldn’t even happen until something popped. The feeling was unpleasant.

“What? Are you - what?” Remington placed both her elbows on the table and cupped her hands over her mouth, leaning forward to listen to her friend. Thoughts bounced around her brain like a pinball with no exit, and she couldn’t find one to latch onto first. Dade failed his STOATs? Well, that happens when you stop coming to class, an annoyed voice pointed out, and she mentally slapped it away, almost ashamed for giving it any attention in the first place.

Drew further explained that Dade was scared of Claudia, which would explain why he attacked the girl. However, it didn’t explain why Dade was scared of her. What had she done? Was there an altercation between the two that happened before that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts that she didn’t know about? Every time she thought she had a piece to the puzzle, three more vanished, and they were the important ones. The edge pieces. The ones that framed everything, held in the details, gave them sense. She trusted Claudia’s memory, and she trusted Claudia’s pretty justified fear, and she knew that Drew felt the same when it came to Dade.

And Dade thought she was a spy? Remington didn’t bother holding back a scoff, but she did manage to stop before she rolled her brown eyes. Dade needed to give her more credit. Honestly, she was a little insulted. If she were a spy, she wouldn’t be caught or figured out. One hand felt to rest on the table and the other moved to cradle her head. Ring finger slid up and down the bridge of her nose, trying to block the mild headache beginning to center there. What a mess.

“I actually found that out today,” she addressed Dade’s move first. “In Spellwork. That that’s why Dade didn’t get my letters. Claudia told me.”

She straightened up in her seat and sighed. Both hands now rested on the table. “In Spellwork today, we worked with pensieves. I actually ended up paired with Claudia. And… she showed me. The hallway, the fire, everything. She left class, but not because she was following Dade. I think her brother’s boggarts and Holland’s… embarrassed her? I dunno, but they were matching, and that definitely made her leave. They were both headed in the same direction, and then Dade just turned around and shot a spell at her - one of our spells.” Her feelings about that were quite clear. “It’s the one that’s supposed to cover you in fire ants. He did it wrong and started a fire, and - long story short, Claudia is terrified of him too. And unless I’m missing something that happened before all of this, I completely understand why.

“And I’ve already done research. That memory was unbiased and pure. There was no fog, no voice overriding any speech, it looked completely normal when bottled.” Remington let out a very tired breath. There was a slight pulsating pain forming around her left eye. Great. “It was fact.” She paused. Then, not at all bothering to mask her annoyance and hurt at the Kit-like logic used here, “And Dade is an idiot if he thinks I’d share anything personal about him with someone he didn’t trust, or someone he did trust without his consent, what the hell.”

Actually, she decided, that was an insult to Kit. Even her logic made more sense than this.

  • You really want me to tell you? - Drew, Thu Aug 2 22:48
    “They were cleaning up when I left,” he said, making a sympathetic face, but also still grinning a little. Leave it to Remy to spend all of dinner in the library during their first night back. He... more
    • ...spit it out, spit it out! - Remington, Thu Aug 2 23:22
      • Don’t say I didn’t warn you - Drew, Fri Aug 3 00:18
        Drew was willing to say so when he was wrong, so he was perfectly comfortable admitting (to himself) that what had happened to Remington in Spellwork today was as big as what had happened to him in... more
        • You didn't warn me! - Remington, Tue Aug 7 19:52
          Getting Drew to believe the true things she said was so much easier than getting Dade to believe them. Even Claudia took a bit of work. Remington wished the others would just hear the logic and the... more
          • I tried to! - Drew, Tue Aug 7 23:03
            See, this was why you wanted to have someone like Remington in your group of friends. Out of everyone in self-defense club, Remington was the most reasonable and calm and normal. Drew needed another... more
            • I know you did - Remington, Sat Aug 18 17:39
              Remington shrugged a little. Of course she took Drew’s word for it. All of her friends were a bit different, but of everyone available, Drew was the most likely to tell the relatively unbiased and... more
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