| V I C T O I R E . G I N E V R A . W E A S L E Y |
{ RAVENCLAW . PREFECT . CAPTAIN . CHASER . FIFTH YEAR . CRUSHING ON TEDDY }
"I didn't say you did!" Vic shot back. "But just because you don't want him dead doesn't mean you're in a position to yell at me for being upset," the Ravenclaw was beginning to calm down, which was good, because when Victoire calmed down, she tended to stay calm. Such as, after getting over the initial shock of Teddy getting injured, once she had cleared her head a bit- even if it was only to make room to scream at Jace- she'd managed to talk herself out of freaking out, and while she was still a bit teary, she was almost positive he'd be okay, and she was beginning to be able to think straight. The same thing with Jace; enemies are usually born of some sort of caring, and she's heard stories about how people's enemies protected each other from additional threats, even if it was just because 'nobody's allowed to pick on you but me,' and she assumed that was sort of how the Malfoy was feeling now. Besides, he wasn't exactly a terrible person, the kid wasn't nice, sure, but he didn't go around trying to kill people. "No Malfoy, I'm not. I'll punch you in the face if you drop him," she began, starting to lower Teddy down to him. But then he spoke again, and Vic couldn't help but offer him a small smile, though she didn't respond. Victoire's arms hovered under Teddy as far as she could reach as the professor lowered him down, just in case the spell broke, or something of that matter. She gave a nod at the information, hopping down to give Jace a hand, but not before she pressed a light kiss to Teddy's forehead. After a moment, she murmured a hesitant, "I love you, Teddy." Not like he could hear her, anyway. Not like she'd care if he could. She wished he could. Vic brushed a couple tears from her face before actually helping Jace hold him. He'd hear her someday.
| A P O L L O . A S T R O P H E L . R I C H A R D S |
{ HUFFLEPUFF . PREFECT . CHASER . SEVENTH YEAR. SINGLE }
All Apollo wanted to know was what the hell a 'Witcher' was. But, nevermind that, he was sure he'd figure it out eventually. He let out a laugh, however, at the troll comment. "Mm, yeah, trolls would be quite a bit more interesting. Possibly also a bit more deadly. Depending on the species, anyway," he commented in response. Of all the people to be stuck with when a train flips over and you almost die, Zoe wasn't a bad choice. Of course, not being in a situation where you could possibly die was preferable. But hey, it would probably be great to be stuck with Zoe in a situation that wasn't life or death. She had an interesting sense of humour. And she said interesting things. Apollo quite liked her. Then, she somehow managed to climb up and jump out onto the wall outside of the compartment, and he nodded when she said she could probably pull him up. "You sure? I'm not exactly a little guy..." he muttered, but didn't wait for a response, climbing carefully so that Bilbo wouldn't fall off his shoulder. Eagle'd fly up as soon as Apollo was out. As soon as he was carefully perched at the top, he held Bilbo against his chest, extending a hand to Zoe. He was, actually, a bit embarrassed. Not that Zoe was pulling him up, because girls could be pretty damn strong, but he was embarrassed that he couldn't get up there himself. Oh well.
| A N A S T A S I A . I S A B E L L E . T A Y L O R |
{ SLYTHERIN . SIXTH YEAR . SINGLE }
Ana offered him a smile. Contrary to popular belief, she actually appreciated compliments. While, yes, self-flattery was acceptable, it never did the job quite as well as hearing it from someone else. Also, while she wouldn't admit it, she sort of needed others' confirmation as well, so a compliment to her was more of a, 'don't worry, that's right, you're fine'. And she needed that. "You know, if you ask me, you're pretty cute, too," she replied after giving a laugh. The thing was, though, she wasn't joking. She was being friendly and sincere. She nodded as he said it probably wasn't on purpose, at least not completely, and the comment did make her feel a bit better. Anastasia took a deep breath as the pair stopped for a bit. Her foot hurt like hell- will, maby she was overreacting a little bit-, and she had begun limping almost immediately after the two had set off. But her immediate thought was to refuse when he offered to carry her. She shook her head slightly, before clarifying, "I mean, if you wouldn't mind, then please, by all means, do, but you really don't have to do that for me..." She tried to offer him a smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.