Catch me if you can {Gavin}

[Amina Krane]

The sun was bright, the clouds were sparse and all in all it was turning out to be a great day on the grounds of Galaxia. That is, if you didn’t mind all of the students wandering around. It was nearly lunch time so she had figured most everyone would be inside getting food, however it seemed like it was the exact opposite. If only she had known that before she had started her run, Amina would have chosen to eat first then go for a run. Instead, she had woken up at about 10 am, devoured a protein bar like she hadn’t eaten in years, changed into a pair of shorts and a work out top that did not look much different than the pajamas she had just been wearing, tossed on her running shoes and music player, and made her way out of the door without a second thought. Well, that was a lie. She had turned around as soon as the door shut so she could grab her sunglasses. Even through the closed blinds (her roommates were kind enough not to open them on her when she slept later than they did) she could see the sun peeking through. She was not fond of a run when she could not see where she was going.

Though it was not the best situation for her stomach, Amina was thinking about turning around and heading back to the Great Hall to get some food. Running on a full stomach was not a good idea but it was much better than weaving in and out of students sitting on the ground with their textbooks and quills or avoiding the couples huddled on a blanket on the lawn. It was like the sun had a gravitational pull, dragging everyone out of the castle and out onto the lawns. Fortunately, there was a dirt path that led through most of the grounds that students tended not to sit on, but then you had them all walking in a huge line, blocking the entire path, and making it impossible for you to pass. She honestly didn’t know which situation was worse. If she hadn’t already begun her warm up jog she probably would have turned around but at this point it was far too late. She could already feel her adrenaline picking up. If she were to stop now, she would just feel odd with her heart racing but her skin not being in the least bit sweaty. She hated that feeling. It made her feel like everything she had just done was completely pointless and she was going to have to work even harder later. Instead of having that feeling, she was just going to have to suffer with the crowd.

As she picked up her speed, going into a full jog, she made her way around a group of what looked like second years, moving out into the grass to do so and moving back onto the path. She still was not used to the grounds and it seemed like every morning she went for a run, she found a new place to venture to. Apparently that was what happened when you moved to a foreign school; you had to learn the layout all over again. Luckily this was the first time she had moved in her life but she missed the Keys like crazy sometimes. Looking around her, she noticed one path off to the right that seemed to be much less crowded and without a second thought, she turned to go down it. Immediately she noticed how much easier it was to run when you weren’t constantly working to avoid people and because of that, she was able to focus more on the music that was flooding from her ear buds into her ear canal. Something she knew she did but never really noticed at the time was change her pace to the beat of the music. Slower songs gave way to a light jog while more upbeat songs could cause her to start sprinting if they were good enough. One of those happened to make their way to her ears as the song switched.

A smile came across Amina’s face as her pace picked up a bit, her sunglasses threatening to slide down her face as her nose began to show signs of perspiration. Fifteen minutes of jogging could do that to a person. Pushing them back up the bridge of her nose, she picked up her pace even further, matching it to the beat of the music. As she followed the path and the amount of people began to die down, she began to notice less and less the people who were walking down the path and just focused on her breathing and the music. They were all that existed. The beat was in time with her footing, at some times her nearly getting to a sprint when it really got going. That was, until a figure came into her path. Now that she noticed; barely. If it hadn’t been for her seeing his shadow out of the corner of her eye, Amina would not have even noticed the intersection of two paths and the people that were crossing the one she was currently on. He was the only one in real danger of being within her path, but to hit him at the speed she was going would be a painful experience. Luckily, she was good on her feet.

If she had seen him a moment later, there would have been no avoiding a head on collision but the moment she saw him, she was able to slow down. She had nearly avoided him but unfortunately managed to practically sideswipe him, causing her to do a 180 as she began to job backwards. “Sorry!” she shouted with her hands held up in an apology, not realizing how loud her voice had been due to the level of the music in her ears. Waving slightly, she turned back around and continued down the path. Hopefully he didn’t mind her hit and run. She just honestly didn't feel like stopping the momentum she had, but so far people in Austria seemed to be pleasant enough. If he wasn’t, she would just keep running. Hopefully he couldn’t keep up.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i should have took you out dancing,

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One would think that sleeping with the Captain of the Quidditch team would earn him some favors. One would assume that by pleasing her in other ways that he would be able to get some leeway whenever it came to the multiple Quidditch practices a day. Yet, no, it couldn't be that way. Because little Karina was a harlot. She claimed that she just wanted to keep them in peak Physical condition, that she needed him fit on cardio more than anybody else since it benefited her more than the others but he wasn't her little bitch boy. It seemed that every single time his foot hit the ground with the pace of his running was another curse uttered under his breath in her direction. Oh, he loved the little wench in the way that one loves a happy ending after a massage but she was a pain in his ass more often than not. If the harlot wasn't so damn pretty he would have kicked her ass to the curb right now, plus she tended to be cute whenever she was angry. So, if he had any intentions of getting any tonight after their evening Quidditch practice, he needed to run and stretch now. Since they had a game coming up in only a couple of short weeks she was driving them into the ground. Of course, all of Slytherin was in shape and attractive, Karina was just dedicated to making the Quidditch team even more so. Two practices a day combined with all other physical activity possible. She was going to ruin them all, that and the professors this year so far were all dicks. They had mountains of homework, and given his competitive nature and natural smarts, he couldn't get behind on his classes. That, plus managing a social life was getting to be crazy, something was going to have to give, or she was going to have to start putting out a lot more. At least she wasn't the jealous type, it wasn't like they were dating, he would murder her if they ever dated. In fact, if they weren't the very best of friends he would have murdered her by now just on principal that she was so dramatic and spoiled Then again, all the good ones were.

His feet left a nice trail of kicked up dirt behind him, since he was choosing to run on the more uneven paths available he was working up quite the sweat. His shirt was flung over his shoulder and the nylon of his shorts wasn't breathing nearly enough. They were the same plain black shorts that he usually wore for working out or running, very similar to muggle basketball shorts, stopping just below his knee. It was still cold out but he had been running for over forty minutes now and couldn't feel anything but his own body heat. He could be laying in the snow in the next five minutes for all he knew and doubted that he was going to feel it in the slightest. At least he was on his way back to the Castle now, back to the world of hot showers and massive amounts of food. Once he was done, he could go and abduct the woman that was demanding him to add in an extra hour of workout time a day. So, he was just going to make her do it with him. He was going to get something out of it, whether she likes it or not. The very thought brought an arrogant smile to his lips, oh, she was going to like it alright. Shaking his head he increased his pace, pulling his shirt off of the place that it had been draped over his shoulder and balled it within his fist so that it wasn't going to go flying off of his torso and into the dirt. Sure, it was sweaty but even his workout gear was expensive and he didn't want to pay the dry cleaning costs of allowing dirt to be kicked all over it. Of course, the castle house elves could be ordered to do it for free..in fact, that sounded like a better idea. He was half tempted to drop the shirt into the dirt just for that very reason. Entertainment was better than doing nothing. Karina might even get a kick out of it. With the blood still pounding in his ears he brought his balled fists up at a ninety degree angle to his chest, arms pumping back and forth while he moved, he just needed to get back. He was bored, thus his imagination was going to run away with him.

He was so absorbed in images of what things he could do in the shower and what to have for lunch that he didn't even see the small vixen coming down the path that he was on. Perhaps it was just his innate arrogance that caused him to expect everybody to move out of the path in front of him. Her small body rammed it's shoulder into his ribs and for the first time in a very long time he cursed that he was so tall. “Sorry!” She was stunning, there was no doubt about that. How did he not know her? If she was anybody important she would have recognized her, so she wasn't in his circles. Meaning that she was beneath him. Yet, he should have at least known who she was, he should have been able to recall her name if they had been going to school together for the last few years, she wasn't in his house. While it seemed like there were more transfers this year than there had been in the other years, was she a transfer? Either way, if she was just a nobody or just a transfer, this was no excuse for her to think that she could just slam her body into his and expect it to be all alright. She could have at least stopped long enough to apologize. His brow furrowed, his pace had been slowed just long enough for him to really comprehend what she had just tried to get away with. Unacceptable. She wasn't nearly cute enough to get away with that, nor was she in his house. There was officially no reason for him to let her slide. All thoughts of showering and food aside he turned back around and followed after her. “HEY!” he shouted at her, hoping that she was going to be able to hear him over whatever garbage she was pumping into her ears. No doubt she was a transfer, no Slytherin would have been caught dead with muggle technology in a place like this. No doubt he was in better shape than she was, while she was jogging fair quickly, he had no doubts that he could catch up to her. She was just lucky that the very short time that he had stopped, his heavy breathing had started to catch up with him. Panting, he drove his feet into the ground until he could extend his arm out to her upper arm and grasp it to stop her. “Apology not accepted” His jaw set as he arced his arms up behind his head in an effort to open up his lungs. No doubt she was going to be distracted by his dashing good looks and glistening chest, but she needed to do better than just a passing half assed apology. She would learn who he was. He didn't get treated this way.

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[Amina Krane]

Despite the fact Amina had nearly knocked over a person who was running just like her (or at least, that’s what she figured. She didn’t look long enough to make sure) didn’t slow down her pace. The song she was listening to switched to a slower paced song, but her speed didn’t slow down by much, only enough so she was running at twice the tempo of the song. For a moment, she got so lost in the song she had even forgotten about the man she had nearly plowed down. Somewhere off in the distance she heard someone screaming but didn’t make the connection that it was towards her, at least until his hand wrapped around her arm. Her pace was immediately stopped as she whirled around to face him. In Florida, if someone had done that to her, her fist would be connected with their face, but mostly because there you had more of a chance of it being a creeper who was just trying to find a girl to use and abuse. Here in Austria, she figured things were a little different so she resisted the urge to bring her hand up to his face.

“Apology not accepted”

Now, Amina was not one to get into an argument for no reason, especially with a guy who was so apparently not from her own house. She had never seen him before and she was pretty sure she knew all of the Gryffindor’s in the school. Or at least she had seen them once before. But not him. With his demeanor, she was pretty sure he was a Slytherin. Or maybe a Ravenclaw with an attitude? They didn’t come around often but when you got a know-it-all Ravenclaw, there was no end to their attitudes. She learned that quickly when moving to Austria. “Well that’s unfortunate,” she replied, using her opposite hand to remove his from her arm. She had barely heard his words above the music pouring through her eardrums but she was good at reading lips. She knew what he had said and she knew the attitude he had given behind it. If he was going to give attitude, she would give it right back. Offering a small smile, she turned away from him and began running the way she had been headed before he had stopped her. If he wasn’t going to accept her apology, that was her problem. She wasn’t going to stop her run just because some jerk didn’t know how to be curious when an accident happened.

It wasn’t as if she had figured he would leave her alone so she wasn’t surprised when he had caught her again. This time when he grabbed her arm it was a bit more forceful and he had moved in front of her, this time keeping her from being able to keep running. She didn’t mind his grip, but if he kept his hand there for too long she was going to have a very difficult time explaining to her dorm mates why she had a males hand print plastered as a bruise across her arm. She wasn’t sure any explanation she gave would be good enough, especially if he was Slytherin. Somehow there was this huge rivalry between the two houses and they would for sure be up in arms about it. Sighing, she pulled her ear buds out and put the cord around her neck, pausing the song that was playing and once again removing his hand from her arm. It was a little more difficult this time, but she managed it. “So, you won’t accept my apology and you won’t leave me alone to finish my run,” she said, her breath becoming a little more labored as her heart began to catch up with her. Her run wasn’t going to be productive now that she was already going into the recovery stage. He had just ruined it. Fantastic.

“What am I going to have to do to make it up to you? I mean, I don’t see it as something I should have to make up for considering I’m sure you didn’t notice me either, but being the kind of person I am, I’ll own up to it.” Placing her hands on her hips, she shifted her weight onto her right foot. Her breathing was becoming more labored as her run caught up with her but she was able to catch her breath and slow down her heart rate back to normal before she continued to speak. “I would offer to buy you a butterbeer but considering we get it for free, that won’t work. Same goes for lunch or dinner. I’m pretty sure even if I had plowed you over and nearly killed you I wouldn’t become your personal slave. So, what is it going to take for me to make you leave me alone?” Her tone wasn’t condescending like most would assume, instead it was a serious question. She looked at him as an equal even if he was in another house and he looked at her like a lesser being. She was not going to talk down to him or provide much attitude in her tone. She just really needed to know what it would take to keep him from ruining her workout in the future.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i should have took you out dancing,

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“Well that’s unfortunate,” Well, this girl certainly had a set on her that was for sure. Not many people could walk away from him, and never in his entire life had he had somebody run in the opposite direction. It he wasn't careful, it was enough to give him a complex. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, not really certain what to make of her expression but he instantly disapproved of her. Any girl in the school would have been falling over their own feet for a chance to make him feel better, he got run into on purpose frequently just so that they could have an excuse to talk to him. Yet, she was immune to his charms? Unlikely. After she had finished speaking she had barely made an effort to smile in his direction before taking off again. He could feel the ebb of irritation starting to form in his body, impulsively he turned to run after her. He lowered his hands to his side, kicking up loose bits of mulch as he went. She was fast, but he was faster. He had been a runner his entire life, and his mother frequently would tell anybody who would listen that he had skipped all of the other stages and just popped out of the womb running. It was one of his most favorite things to do. He wanted to rip those idiotic buds from her eardrums so that she would be forced to listen to him. In fact, he wanted to smash her entire music player into the ground since it had no place in the more civilized wizarding world. Surely she had to know that, it was just rude to be waving it around here, running or not. The courtyards and forest surrounding the castle were breathtaking, if only she would open up her eyes and see it, she would have a better run. He always did on nice days like this. Well, unless ignorant little girls came along and ruined his run.

His arm darted out in front of him, once more grabbing hold of her bicep and pulling backward. He didn't just drop his hold this time, she wasn't going to just up and run away from him again. He wanted to talk to her, and if this was her version of playing hard to get it was already old. Darting in front of her body they did a small little dance, attempting to see if there was a way around him until she gave up and he finally released her arm. His gaze kept darting from her eyes to those little round things in her ears. His chest was heaving up and down as he attempted to level his breathing. Bending in half and placing his hands on the tops of his thighs just above his knee he exhaled slowly. He didn't need to be panting like this, it was unattractive but he had been running for a long time now. “So, you won’t accept my apology and you won’t leave me alone to finish my run,” His lips pressed into a thin line, that was very selfish of her. “I. Don't” he paused to collect his breath “So why should you?” She had done the same thing by throwing him off course and offending him so, it wasn't like he was going to be able to just forget that this little incident had ever happened and keep running, there was absolutely no reason why she should get away scott free. Out of habit, his index and middle finger pressed up against the side of his throat to check his pulse. Damn. He had been doing well and it was all to waste. Kariana was going to kill him, she was going to make him do laps around the pitch all night long whenever she got wind of this. This little girl was starting to become a real thorn in his side and it had hardly been five minutes.

“What am I going to have to do to make it up to you? I mean, I don’t see it as something I should have to make up for considering I’m sure you didn’t notice me either, but being the kind of person I am, I’ll own up to it.” He had just been waiting for her to apologize to him, a real apology. Not just something half asses that she threw in his direction as she was retreating. However, her offer was more than tempting. His eyebrows slowly rose toward his hairline and his torso righted itself so that he was standing properly. She wasn't the type of person that he was required to notice, however, given that he had quiet a few inches on her in height and was considerably larger, it was much more unlikely that she didn't notice him. So, he was willing to place the blame squarely on her narrow shoulders. He watched her, all determinate and sassy with an arrogant smugness. Her question was just so open ended, there was so many possibility's for him to consider. Exactly how could she make it up to him? “I would offer to buy you a butterbeer but considering we get it for free, that won’t work. Same goes for lunch or dinner. I’m pretty sure even if I had plowed you over and nearly killed you I wouldn’t become your personal slave. So, what is it going to take for me to make you leave me alone?” Ah, but what a pretty personal slave she would be. Instantly, images of her serving him grapes by hand as well as bringing him sandwiches and beer flooded his mind. It forced the corners of his lips to upturn even more. Listening to her talk, he turned his attention to the trees above his head and shrugged his shoulders. He had to make the most out of every situation, capitalize as his father would have said. Turning his gaze back down to hers, he focused on breathing through his nose and calming both his breathing and his temper. Not an easy task. “How about you owe me one. Terms to be determined at a later date” it seemed the best option, something that whenever he came up with a fitting, use for her, he could cash in his favor. Then she would also get the honor of his continued presence. It was a win win for both.

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[Amina Krane]

The scene playing out on the path was starting to gather some eyes of the students surrounding the path they had been running on a moment before. The students she was trying to avoid because of their annoyance to her goal were now contributing to the frustration that she couldn’t continue on her run. It had begun with a simple accident, two people slightly grazing each other due to a mutual distraction. Normally that would not cause such a stir but when one person shouted over her music without realizing how loud her words were and the other one would not let that person alone, the spectators tended to get more interested. Amina could see some eyes were watching from the blankets on the ground or the groups standing around under trees as he grabbed her again and stepped in her path, keeping her from leaving again. In order to drive some eyes away from them, she offered him a smile as his hand peeled away from her arm. Hopefully no one would think there was anything violent starting here because violence always seemed to fuel the flame. She didn’t approve of being the center of a conflict and if she could help it, she stopped it. This was probably going to be her only chance and she would take it.

“I. Don't. So why should you?”

Amina shook her head slightly at his comment, watching as he tried to catch his breath. At least she wasn’t the only one whose run was ruined by this little sidetrack. Her breath was becoming increasingly labored but she tried to hold it together. Showing people that she still got winded by running was nothing she was fond of doing. Something within her wanted to make people believe she was superwoman or something, a person who could run until the world ended and still would not have a problem breathing. He had ruined that for her. Placing her hands on her hips, she took a few breaths in deep and let them out slowly as he did his own method to recover from his run. Amina wondered how long he had been running. It had to be a decent length of time if he was breathing that heavily, or maybe he just was not physically fit? No, that couldn’t be it. The fact that he checked his own pulse meant he was used to running regularly. That and his build did not reflect that of an unfit person. But why, if he was trying to enjoy a run, was he lingering around to bother her? Couldn’t he have let her continue on his run, he continue on his, and then just come around and find her while in the school. They had to have SOME classes together. In fact she was pretty sure she had seen him in one of them at least once. It wouldn’t be impossible for him to track her down and argue about their encounter then. But obviously he didn’t think about that.

“How about you owe me one. Terms to be determined at a later date”

Sighing softly, Amina pulled her hands behind her head and linked her fingers together. Was he serious? The last thing she figured he would do was that. Granted, if he was so upset about their near collision, she probably could have guessed it would be something she would not be okay with. But, if she was going to enjoy the rest of her day, what was she going to do other than agree to it? “Fine, but on three conditions. One, I won’t sleep with you. Two, I won’t sleep with any of your pathetic friends. And three, I won’t kill anything for you. And not just anyone, anything. If you can’t agree to those conditions then no deal.” Her hands lowered from her head as she began to walk around him, heading down the path again. “And while you think about what you’re going to say, I’m going to at least get in some sort of cool down so I can see what else this place has to offer. If you have a problem with that, feel free to stop me again,” she added, looking over her shoulder at him with a smile. She hated being snippy with people and was going to avoid it at whatever point possible past today, but he had already gotten her a tad bit peeved so it was going to be hard to avoid putting some attitude into her comments. Why would people make her be so rude? She hated being rude, hated giving attitude, and hated causing enemies. In another world she figured they could be friends but that didn’t seem possible at that moment.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i should have took you out dancing,

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If only she could understand exactly what it meant that he was talking to her at all. She wasn't in his house, that much was abundantly clear, she didn't have the attitude of a Slytherin. That sort of thing was unmistakable. She also didn't seem to know who he was, a fact that was so shocking it just kept popping up in his train of thought over and over again. It was so ludicrous to him that it seemed near impossible to accept. He couldn't see anybody else around them, nor did he care to. The fact that he had stopped to talk to her at all meant that he deserved some of her respect. Something that she obviously didn't have the common decency to offer him. It was just absurd. He watched her, more interested in her music than the half naked, handsome man in front of her. Why did he want her to take notice as much as he did? Nobody ignored him, nobody brushed him off and certainly nobody put more stock in a muggle contraption than him. She was struggling in vain to steady her breathing, and it was annoying. Lack of oxygen was no excuse for her not to answer to him. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for her response to his proposal. It could be anything, anything at all. He could become very creative and devious if he really wanted to and with such an open ended thing that he could do almost anything that he wanted with it. If he chose to use it at all, it was nice having such control just looming over her head, never knowing what he would want to do with it.

Smirking obviously he scanned her body, it was obvious that she ran a lot. He wondered if she played Quidditch. Perhaps she was a dancer, something had to of formed those legs that wasn't just running. Keeping his arms folded together over his head he inhaled and exhaled slowly through his nose as his lungs finally started to move at a steady pace, even if they did still have a lingering fire resting in them. He almost laughed whenever her body mimicked what he was doing, if it weren't such a commonplace action he might have. “Fine, but on three conditions. One, I won’t sleep with you. Two, I won’t sleep with any of your pathetic friends. And three, I won’t kill anything for you. And not just anyone, any thing. If you can’t agree to those conditions then no deal.” Well, that was very easy. He had been expecting her to put up more of a fight. As for her conditions, he was perfectly able to have whomever he wished in his bed. What made her think that she was even worth his time? He didn’t' need to ask for sexual favors or barter for them, it was an act freely offered to him on a daily basis. She must have been operating under the delusion that all Slytherin were murderous wretches, didn't she know what having somebody die on his conscious would do to his Quidditch career? No no, he couldn't have that. Scoffing at her conditions he considered refusing, saying that it was too outlandish, and for her to come up with another offer. “When you sleep with me,” he started with a wink, she was good looking after all, why couldn't he have a piece of that? He did with all the playthings that he found attractive in this castle. “It will be because you want it so bad you beg me for it” He lowered his arms to his sides, there was surprisingly no arrogance in his words, just like he was stating any other fact of life. He closed the distance between them, towering over her smaller frame. “But what makes you think I would have you anyway?”

His lips upturned into a sneer, it didn't matter her blood status, she wasn't a suitable match for him in any way. She was obviously arrogant herself, with no reason to be. Plus she was rude, and not a Slytherin to boot. She had no redeeming qualities but those legs that stemmed from her torso. Apparently, she chose to ignore him. “And while you think about what you’re going to say, I’m going to at least get in some sort of cool down so I can see what else this place has to offer. If you have a problem with that, feel free to stop me again,” She must just be loving all of this attention from him. Rolling his eyes she reached out and grabbed her arm, no doubt that his grip was going to leave a mark this time. “Stop.Running.Away.From.Me” he spat, his eyes cold. People didn't leave his presence until he dismissed them. She had better do best to learn that now. He pulled her back toward his body, watching her with dead eyes. She was really starting to bother him, and not in the good way where a good romp in the sheets would fix the issue. No, she was more agitating than that. “Fine. We have a deal.” Jutting his hand out in front of him, he was going to make her pay for constantly speaking to him like he was just a normal person. This was a business deal, and he was going to treat it as such.

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[Amina Krane]

“When you sleep with me, it will be because you want it so bad you beg me for it.”

And here it went. Why was she stupid enough to even mention sex? Because, of course, he was one of those guys that took it to the next level. He couldn’t leave it as innocent as she had, but he had to take it to the point where now he was beginning to get cocky. She had given him the benefit of the doubt before this point, not thinking he was cocky. But now he was just pushing the line between confident and cocky. “But what makes you think I would have you anyway?” And he crossed it. Way over actually. Amina couldn’t help but sigh at his words. She was only giving him conditions because she had met men like him in the past. None of them she had ever owed a debt to but many of them wanted to sleep with her the first time they met. She had no intention of owing a man a debt and not setting down the condition that she was not that type of girl. Yes, she had slept with a man before, but she was a wise woman. She was selective with those she did choose to share a bed with and only did so after she was sure their relationship was going somewhere. Needless to say, with her only being sixteen, there had not been many times she had ever chosen a man for such an activity.

When she had turned away from him, she was expecting him to keep her back again. Why wouldn’t he? After she had turned away from him three times now, a fourth was not going to please him anymore. The thing she was not expecting was the force behind his grab. It wasn’t the same as the others. The other times he had grabbed her arm, even after beginning to get frustrated with her, he had been kind enough to keep the grip soft. This time it was harder, rough enough to probably cause a bruise to appear. Wincing slightly, she turned around to face him with narrowed eyes. She never truly got mad at people, but she did get frustrated and he was beginning to do such a thing to her. “I’ll stop running away from you when you start letting me do what I have been trying to do this whole time. How the hell am I supposed to find my way around this place if you won’t let me explore?” she questioned, trying not to get snippy with him. She understood he was angry with her nearly running into him so she was trying to be kind about it, but he had to realize he was equally to blame in the near collision and she had been the one to apologize.

“Fine. We have a deal.”

A smile quickly replaced Amina’s glare as he stuck out his hand in agreeance. She gladly took it and shook it, less enthusiastically than she would a normal deal, but at least this meant she was finally free to go. She was not pleased about having to owe him anything, but at least she could try to make the best out of it. “I’m Amina by the way,” she said as she let go of his hand. “Amina Krane. Sixth year.” She failed to mention her house, mostly because she hated the stigma that was stuck with each different house. Gryffindor’s were the one’s full of pride; Ravenclaw’s the brainiacs; Hufflepuff’s the… god only knew what people thought about them; and then there were the vein Slytherin’s. She hated the stigmas which were why she enjoyed the American institution she had previously attended. They focused less on the idea of sticking people into cliques and more about teaching them how to work out their differences and learn while being around people you might not be closest friends with. Ever since she had arrived at this school she had seen the dynamic surrounded by the different houses. She couldn’t count on her hands how many times a Slytherin had said something rude to her just because she was a Gryffindor. To her, it ruined the experience.

“So, since we both aren’t going to be able to continue our runs after this, I vote we find some other way to occupy our time.” Glancing around, she noticed people weren’t staring as she figured they had been. Most were still enjoying their days on the lawn while others were walking around. The forest wasn’t too far away but from what she had heard already, it wasn’t a bright idea to go in there. Most people said things hid within the forest that were not kind to humans, but she wondered about why they would place a school next to such a place. After all, what would stop them from coming into the school on their off time? Looking to the right of the forest, she saw the lake which seemed to be far too crowded. Then to the left, people seemed to be scarce. “I’m going to take a walk that way and figure out why no one is there. If you would like, you can join me or you can stop me.” She began walking in the direction but then stopped and looked behind her at him. “I hope you would join me. I don’t have many friends yet and despite all this house drama, I wouldn’t mind having one.”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i should have took you out dancing,

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Whenever she accepted his hand, he held her smaller hand firmly. Just because she was a woman didn't mean that he was going to attempt not to break her with his grip. Business was business. Letting her hand go, he straightened out the shirt that had been in his left hand and pulled it over his still sweaty torso and pulled the white fabric down to cover his entire stomach. Making sure that the sleeves weren't turned in on itself he waited for her to say anything, perhaps even just to leave, he couldn't see anything else that they needed to talk about until he found an idea worthy of cashing in his ticket. Until then, he would just lord it over her head. Seemed simple enough, he didn't have to waste any breath on her. “I’m Amina by the way,” He wanted to laugh, he couldn't care less about her name. Yet, it certainly wasn't something that he had ever heard before. She had to be one of the many transfers in this year. He liked this school a lot better whenever it had been a much smaller class size. He scoffed, nodding once. “Amina Krane. Sixth year.” That was more than unnecessary. Was she just repeating herself so that she could learn his name? She only needed to ask one of the many fans that they were gathering. “...Gavin” He reluctantly admitted. She would have found out anyway “Dewhurst.” The rest she could figure out for herself. He still didn't believe that this was honestly the first time she was hearing his name. Many of the other girls in the house liked to pretend that they didn't know who he was, for some sort of end game that he never really understood. Yet, in the end they were all the same.

“So, since we both aren’t going to be able to continue our runs after this, I vote we find some other way to occupy our time.” His eyebrow lifted, was this her coming onto him already. Her tone seemed innocent enough, but those words were heavy with innuendo. “All that's a little ahead of schedule but I could go for some more Cardio” he had no intentions of sleeping with her, she was no doubt far too bossy in bed at times like that. It might be interesting to lead her on a little bit though. “I’m going to take a walk that way and figure out why no one is there. If you would like, you can join me or you can stop me.” Well, he did need a cool down of some sort after all of this. Her continued presence was only serving to irritate him further. Which in turn was only going to turn around and bite her in the ass later. She made a big mistake agreeing to owe him one, most of all whenever the terms were so open ended. It was obvious that she cared what people thought about her, she couldn't stop looking around to see if anybody was watching them or not. She should realize by now that just standing close to him was going to do wonders for her reputation. He didn't need to look at them to know when they were and were no watching him. He was just the sort that commanded attention, there always were eyes on him. He had just learned to ignore them over time, he knew how good he was, he didn't give a damn if they watched him or not. His eyes glanced in the direction that she had started to move. There was nothing of interest down that path, if she was very lucky and turned after about six meters she would end up at the owlry but unless she fancied dodging owl poop every five seconds it wasn't worth going to. Rolling his eyes he sighed, it would serve her right to end up with nothing up open space in front of her. She deserved it after her silly little speech about finding something.

“I hope you would join me. I don’t have many friends yet and despite all this house drama, I wouldn’t mind having one.” Finally, he moved, placing his hands on his hip bones. Shaking his head vehemently “Let me stop you right there” He took a step in the direction that she was walking. “We are not, and never will be friends” He said, his tone dripping with bitter honesty. They couldn't be friends, even if he was the sort of be friendly and outgoing. They were two totally different classes of people. His entire life he had been raised to spot her type on first glance. The lesser folk, those who didn't deserve his attention, and everything about her was a red flag. If his father were here, he would have already blocked Gavin from even looking at the girl, proclaiming very loudly that she wasn't worth him and not to waste his time. Regardless, he found himself walking next to her. Telling himself he was just waiting for the right moment to squash her publicly. “With that said, you can drop this bubble gum sweetness act and just...stop it” He waved his hand in her face for emphasis. It wasn't possible for somebody to act like this all the time, it would just take too much energy, must be exhausting just to pretend to be like that all the time.

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[Amina Krane]

Amina wasn’t sure if he was trying to prove a point with his grip or if it was natural but she didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting to it. Instead, she waited until he let it go without a sound. The agreement was final, unfortunately, but at least that meant he would stop grabbing her so roughly, or at least she hoped so. She absently rubbed her arm where his last grip had been, the spot where she was probably going to be bruised in a few hours. When he provided his name, she nodded slightly and gave a smile. At least she knew the name of the person who she now owed a debt to. Now she would be able to ask around and find out more information about him considering he didn’t provide a single lick of information past his name. Her hope was he would end up being in a house other than Slytherin, some house that would show he was probably going to at least be decent when he chose the way for her to repay this blasted debt. Though, considering he already took her words and twisted them to something rather dirty, Amina was not holding up very high hopes. She already knew he wasn’t a Gryffindor and he didn’t seem much like a Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, that only left Ravenclaw and Slytherin. It wasn’t hard to tell where she was leaning at this point.

As if she needed more proof, once again he turned her words way past where she was going with them. Cardio. She grimaced at the thought as she turned from him and began walking. Half of her expected him to grab her again, more forcefully and after all of the comments he had already provided? She was not going to stand back and let him do it again. He was beginning to come off as a pervert and she was not fond of letting men like that get their way. If he did grab her, she was going to fight back in some manner, even if it was verbally. But as she was walking, his hand didn’t grab her hard. In fact, it didn’t grab her. She was pleasantly surprised that his words actually were what stopped her this time, and he wasn’t growling at her again. “Let me stop you right there.” Turning back around, she saw him with his hands on his hips, coming closer to her direction. She raised her hands in a ‘why’ motion, unsure as to why he was keeping her from going in that direction. Amina knew there was not much about this school she knew about but she wasn’t sure why he would stop her from going in that direction. There couldn’t be anything that bad, right? “We are not, and never will be friends.” Amina sighed and shook her head. What she had thought was a comment about her direction, was actually a comment about her comment.

“Oh? And why not? Don’t tell me you’re still upset about almost running into you,” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest. He had to be Slytherin. She had never met someone so against accepting apologies and becoming friends in her life. “With that said, you can drop this bubble gum sweetness act and just...stop it.” Dropping her hands to her side, Amina looked at him sideways with a questioning look. “I’m sorry? Now you don’t like the way I’m talking to you? I assure you that what you see is what you get. This is not an act nor is this anything new. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should just leave me alone,” she finished, turning around and walking down another path, not even realizing it was the one she hadn’t been headed down before. She was slightly upset that someone would relate her attitude to bubblegum, but even more so that he would completely deny being friends with her. She couldn’t understand the problem. What had she really done to him that made him dislike her? Clipping him on a run couldn’t be the only thing. There had to be much more to it.

As she walked, her focus was on the fact that for once, there was a person she didn’t make friends with right off the bat. It was fairly abnormal for someone not to like her. Maybe that was what he meant by bubblegum sweetness act? Was he just friends with people who were mean to him? It wasn’t her idea of friendship to be mean to someone so if that was the case, they weren’t going to get to know each other past this stupid favor she owed. Sighing once again, she looked up, realizing she didn’t even know where she was anymore. All she knew was she heard something creaking. She wasn’t quite sure it was because all she saw in front of her was a tree. It wasn’t until she really began to pay attention that she noticed no one was close to her, they were all in the background and most of them were gasping. Raising an eyebrow as she turned back towards the tree, she felt a thud next to her on the ground, strong enough to cause her to trip backwards in shock. The tree just fell to the ground? No. That’s not right. The tree just hit the ground. “What the hell?” she muttered as she watched a branch come flying towards her. She dropped down to the ground as it flew above her head. The tree was actually moving. How was that possible? And apparently it had a want to kill her. As she rolled to her side, another branch slammed down onto the ground where she just was, eyes wide she began to scramble to her feet as she heard people once again gasping and somewhere a female shrieked. Just great. She already had her run ruined, she owed a debt to a possible Slytherin, and now death by tree? Fantastic.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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Gavin watched her turning around, something about her just seemed...off. She seemed, fake. Like it wasn't possible for somebody to do the things that she had just done and then want to be friends, honestly want to make it up to him. The people of his world would have not only denied any responsibility in the matter and attempted to make it Gavin's fault in some way, they also would have demanded payment in return. That was just the way of life to people like him, who had been bred the way that he had. Everything about her was sending up giant flashing, red signs. She wasn't like the people in his world, a fact that he couldn't accept. If, he ever did it was going to take him a very, very long time to do so. She seemed surprised at his words, like she had honestly expected to turn this into some sort of positive situation that would result in them bonding and becoming friendly. As if it wasn't grotesquely obvious that they came from different worlds, she had nothing to offer him that would earn her his favor. “Oh? And why not? Don’t tell me you’re still upset about almost running into you,” He wasn't. However, he didn't need to admit to that “And why shouldn't I be? You haven't made it up to me, yet” His words had no sting, but still hoped that they would cause her to ponder. The fact that she thought something so small would forever ruin her in his eyes was insulting. No, she was simply beneath him, lower, less worthy. Certainly nowhere near as noble to be considered a prospect of his future life. The image of him ever taking her home to meet his parents was laughable, he didn't even know her blood status yet. “I’m sorry? Now you don’t like the way I’m talking to you? I assure you that what you see is what you get. This is not an act nor is this anything new. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should just leave me alone,” Once again, her words were offending him. She was lying about it not being an act, she had to be lying. There was no other option.

“Actually, I don't like the fact that you feel it's appropriate to attempt to make eye contact with me” He bluntly admitted “If you knew anything, you would know that there are certain people in this school that people like you can't ever hope to be good enough for” It was an insult, but it was also something that had been ingrained in his mind so deeply, he honestly didn't see anything wrong with his words. As for leaving her alone, that was better than he could have hoped for. He had gotten what he had needed to out of this arrangement, he was done with her anyway. To him, she was a peasant to his duke. Turning, he finally started to make his way toward the castle slowly. His workout was ruined and he didn't feel like putting forth the needed effort to attempt to recover from the situation. Against his will, the murmers and gasps from the people around him were starting to register in his mind. Normally he didn't listen to anything that didn't directly affect him, but the words of the people around him were starting to get louder and more desperate. Finally, he succumed to curiosity and let his eyes follow the pointed fingers and the scared faces. Only, whenever he saw what it was that they were talking about, he had a totally different emotion. Rolling his eyes he let out a very slow sigh. Of course she didn't know about the willow, of course she was going to suck him right back into spending more of his time with her. Wasting away minutes that could be better spent doing something else. Somewhere another student screamed, and he felt his feet carrying him back in the direction that he had just come from, back toward Amina. At least she wasn't screaming her head off, he did give her credit for attempting to get away from the situation, but she was failing, miserably.

Of all the stupid things to do. He felt his hand move to the stubble on his face, clearly irritated by her actions. He had no choice but to help her, and then she was going to owe him twice, obviously. Jumping into a sprint he headed straight toward the tree, this was seriously going to damage his reputation, perhaps after this little stint she was going to owe him three favors instead of just the two. She would owe her life to him. Rolling his eyes he ducked under one of the swinging branches. This was one of the many times that the hours he spent each and every day working out really paid off for him, the Quidditch ducks and drills that had been imprinted into his mind on a daily basis since he could walk too over. Every branch was just a bludger to him, his heart rate didn't even elevate more than slightly. He was intent of rescuing the silly woman that had wandered so willingly into danger. He should have let her fend for herself, he might have respected her more because of it. Yet, as much damage as it was going to do to his reputation for saving this new girl, letting her die while he could have helped her would do even more. That very fact was coursing through his mind over and over again as he navigated his way through the limbs. “OF ALL THE STUPID” he shouted out bitterly to her as he moved, jumping back a step as the branch hit the ground in front of him, narrowly missing his toes “MORONIC” He was growing closer to her, little by little he was moving around the branches. “SUICIDAL THINGS TO DO” this time, he could reach his hands out just enough to grasp her by her small, yet solid, waist and yank her body closer to him. This sort of pulling her this way and that was starting to feel like a habit with her. She looked, frustrated, that he had to save her like this. It was her own fault that she wasn't able to watch where she was going. There was obviously a very good reason that they gave this particular tree it's personal space.

Over the years his continued experiences with females had given him some insight as to how they liked to be treated, Sometimes he used this to his advantage, but most of the times not. Since, having a girl like Kariana as his best friend was obviously going to show him what not to do, and how to recover from it he generally chose to push the buttons of the people around him for their reactions. He found it easier to respect people whenever they could push back. Yet, this particular move wasn't going to allow her much wiggle room. Hunching over just enough for her torso to meet his shoulder he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and lifted. It was a move that he had learned in rugby so many years ago with his family. He pushed her up into the air and it would be on her as to whether she chose to fall over his shoulder and kick at him, or allow him to whisk her to safety. Luckily, she seemed to choose the second. That or, he just couldn't feel her hitting him in protest, either way she was being saved. Once he had jogged a safe distance and was working once again to steady his breathing he stopped moving the two of them. Now, people were really staring, and it was pissing him off. Shooting them glares made most of them turn away, but not everybody was so easily intimidated. Gavin wasn't known for being the bully type, he didn't feel the need to go out of his way to make the younger years feel like inferior people like a lot of the others in his house, simply because he knew that they were less than he was. So long as they left him the hell alone, he was generally alright to just ignore their existence and the fact that it offended him that they were in his presence. Unceremoniously he dropped her to the ground where it seemed like they were safely away from the tree. Hopefully for the last time today he lifted his hands up over his head and let them fall behind his neck in an effort to keep his lungs open. Standing over her, he made eye contact with her for the first time since they had met in an equally undesirable fashion only moments ago.

He glared at her for a very long moment after he had dropped her, watching her facial expressions. There was something else to it, something that he didn't understand and he wasn't sure that he had any desire to understand. Lowering his arms, there were dozens of things that he felt the desire to say at this very moment, yet all he managed to say was “Looks like you owe me your life” it didn't have the normal carefree, suggestive air to it, he was beyond angry about the situation, she had forced him to look weak. And certainly not physically, he had proved that much. He set his jaw, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Gavin had just settled it upon himself that she could settle the new terms of her debt to him on her own and leave here before more people came out from inside of the castle to gawk at his actions. He didn't need any of them thinking that he was human in any way, he wanted to remain a deity to them. He had earned that reputation over the years and wasn't going to part with it so slightly. Taking a step backward to turn heel and leave, he felt the impact on his back, the tree had it's final act of vengeance on him that Gavin had walked right into. The large knot like branch had propelled him forward with force, and he lost his footing, falling forward to land almost on top of Amina. Luckily his reflexes didn't seem to be stunned and he was able to use his hands and feet to keep himself poised at least an inch above her, so as not to crush or make any more physical contact with her. A brand new emotion was starting up in his bowels. He felt the desire to leave this place, to go back to his dorm and sleep for a long time, or at the very least have the house elves smuggle the cooking sherry into his room to calm his nerves. He felt fried and tired, like he didn't want people looking at him for once in his life. What the hell was wrong with him? Quickly, he recoiled off of her, this time sidestepping her instead of moving the direction that he had come from so foolishly before. Four favors. One for whatever emotion this was as well as the new pain in his spine. She just kept racking them up.

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[Amina Krane]

Amina’s elbows kept digging into the ground as she pushed backwards away from the tree but it seemed like no matter how far she pushed, she never got away. Every few seconds, she kept having to roll to the side to avoid a branch nearly as big as her slamming into the ground. It seemed to leave behind craters each time it hit, throwing dirt around in the air as soon as it lifted. If she didn’t roll fast enough, she was going to end up making one of those craters her own grave. The shrieks of the people around her were now the last thing she was recognizing. If she could just get up, she could use her speed to get her out of there but the damn thing wouldn’t give her a chance to do so. Rolling once again to the side, Amina glanced behind her and saw the tree bending back to take another hit. She decided to take the chance and attempted to get to her feet and run straight ahead with a small branch came down and tripped her. She cursed under her breath and rolled over once again. The tree seemed to now just be playing with her.

”OF ALL THE STUPID, SUICIDAL, THINGS TO DO.”

For a moment, Amina didn’t quite realize the words were not the screams of spectators but once she realized they were directed at her, her eyes roamed back to see that they were coming from Gavin. The man whom she already owed one favor was running in her direction, dodging the branches the tree was sending his way. Her momentary lapse of attention gave the tree a chance to use a small branch to almost whip her arm but the small whistle through the air caused her to roll to the side, hoping it was the right way to go. Luckily it was as the branch narrowly missed her arm and hit the ground instead. The moment the branch was lifted into the air, she could feel a hand grab her around the waist. She was surprised by the action and somewhat appalled that someone would grab her in such a way but at this very moment, if it meant someone was going to help her get away from this murdering tree, she would take it. She caught her footing, looking at the person who had grabbed her and, of course, it was Gavin. She now owed him two favors, that was if he was going to act the same as he had when she had nearly knocked him over not long before. She didn’t doubt he would say she owed him one, either. She had only just expected him to help her up which he had already done, but his hand wasn’t removed. Her eyes narrowed slightly but before she could ask him to let her go so they could get out of there before the tree decided to smack them both, he had lifted her up over his shoulder.

A small shriek now came out of her mouth instead of the mouths of the innocent bystanders. Had it been any other circumstances, she probably would have begun beating on his back to let her down, however in this scenario, she figured her best bet was to allow him to do what he came there to do. So she hung there, over his shoulder, feeling both embarrassed and pathetic that she couldn’t save her own skin. She had won hundreds of gymnastics competitions, won quite a few dueling competitions, and finished three triathlons while living in Florida, but she couldn’t save herself from a damn tree? Who the hell would plant such a thing on school grounds? As he maneuvered, she also wondered where he had learned such moves. Maybe he was into sports? If she was right about being a Slytherin, he was probably against all muggle sports so chances were, it would be Quidditch. It did involve moving like he was so she wouldn’t be surprised. If it was true, she was thankful he was a sports player because not long after, they were a safe distance from the tree. She had thought he would slowly set her down but before she knew it, Amina was dropped off his shoulder and straight onto the ground. She let out an ‘umph’ as she hit the ground, pretty sure that her bottom was going to be bruised in the morning.

“You didn’t have to be so rough,” she mumbled as she moved into an upright sitting position. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, just as they had been while she was struggling to get away from the tree attempting to kill her. He seemed to make most of them disregard their existence with a single glare. That she was thankful for. And the fact that he saved her from possible death. ”Looks like you owe me your life” Amina sighed. She wondered when that comment would be coming around. Unfortunately he was in the ballpark of being right. “I guess that means I owe you another favor,” she replied begrudgingly. That was now two. He didn’t seem to mind that he would have to find something else for her to do for him in the near future because he began to walk away from her. She didn’t see the branch until it was too late. Had she seen it before it hit him, she probably would have tried to warn him however it was far too late for that. She had thought it would hit him and knock him to the side but instead, it slammed him in the back and knocked him right in her direction. It looked like he was going to fall right on top of her so she let her elbows slide out from under her so she was flat on the ground. Gavin managed to catch himself though, hovering only an inch above her. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and it caused a slight shiver on her spine. Plenty of time had passed since the last time she had a male this close to her. Only, the last time she had, it was in a relationship that was romantic, not one where she owed multiple favors that could result in any number of actions.

Gavin seemed not to enjoy the closeness either because he pushed himself back into a standing position and walking away from both her and the tree. Amina was slightly shocked at the lack of comments that came from him as he left, but she couldn’t just leave it like that. She quickly pushed herself to her feet and brushed herself off before jogging to his side. “Hey, I didn’t even get to say a proper thank you,” she said, walking beside him and wondering if he would stop and give her the time of day. Chances were he had enough to do with her for one day and just wanted to get away but it wasn’t going to be so easy now that he had saved her life. “Of course, that’s despite the fact that you probably bruised my tailbone just now but I’ll put that behind me. So thank you. And are you okay? That tree did not seem to treat you very fairly.” They seemed to be pushing past the crowd now, most people going back to whatever it had been that they were doing a moment before. She was thankful they were no longer the center of everyone’s day. “By the way, those moves back there. Are you a Quidditch player? Seems like you’re pretty good at dodging blows.”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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His heart was racing, whether it was due to all of the physical exertion over the past hour or caused by something else entirely had yet to be seen. He just kept picturing the look of surprise on her face whenever he had landed on top of her. Had he not caught her, she would have been a pancake by now. He was no slight man, and very proud of his frame but she was tiny. Athletic, to be sure, but tiny. His footsteps were heavy against the ground as he marched off in the direction of the castle, or the lake, he wasn't really sure since the path that he was on could technically take him to both. He just wanted to get away from the whispers, away from that infernal tree, and most of all, away from her. Did she make such poor impressions on everybody that she met? He would be surprised to find that she had any friends at all. She had turned what had been an optimistic, productive morning into something to be ashamed of. He should have let the tree have her, anybody else in his house would have...so why didn't he? Rolling his eyes to himself he kept on walking at a steady, yet unhurried pace. His legs were far longer than hers so she would have minor trouble catching up to him, but he hoped that she didn't catch up at all. She was too chatty, too friendly, just too everything. He should have started running again, to burn off the anxiety that she had caused over his newly damaged reputation, perhaps he could convince one of Care's female friends to do something overly dramatic and stupid to cover up for it. Some new event to let them talk about and he could go back to being the silent and brooding man that he was in public most of the time. Avery, she would do perfectly. The girl always did have a penchant for the theatrics, and her personality was already dramatic, to put it kindly. Yes, she could be easily swayed into something to help him out. If not, he was sure that Avery could just assign detentions to everybody that insulted him, she owed him favors too after all. Only, hers had been racking up over the course of six years whereas Amina had just started.

“I guess that means I owe you another favor,” “More than one by my count” He admitted frankly, attempting to put more distance between them. She was persistent, he had to give her that. He could hear her tiny footsteps hitting the ground behind him, apparently she didn't know when to quit. If she wanted to walk out of this conversation without being up to her elbows in debt with him then she really did need to stop now, find somebody else to badger. “Hey, I didn’t even get to say a proper thank you,” Groaning in displeasure he threw his hands out in front of him, clearly aggravated at her presence. Of course she hadn't gotten to thank him, he didn't want her to thank him. He didn't really want anything from her. He wanted her away from him, her sweet yet musky smell to be gone, the way that her chest heaved whenever she was surprised, gone, and most of all the soft twang in her voice whenever she pronounced certain words, he wanted to be gone. She needed to get away from him, or he was going to find somebody to remove her. “I don't want your gratitude” it was the truth, and his blunt tone should have told her that by now. “Of course, that’s despite the fact that you probably bruised my tailbone just now but I’ll put that behind me. So thank you. And are you okay? That tree did not seem to treat you very fairly.” His eyes rolled again. She needed to stop talking, his eyes were going to get tired. At the mention of the tree and fairness he stopped walking, pressing at the bridge of his nose in frustration. His mouth parted in surprise at her ignorant words, forcing him to bend over at a forty five degree angle, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs, just above his knees for a moment to compose himself. “Fair?” He laughed, straightening himself up to his normal height, placing a hand on either side of his hip bones. “It's the bloody whomping willow” the accent from his home land peaking into his words. His left arm extended backward to the direction that they had just been in, referencing the tree. “Merlin's beard, do you really do no research on the place where you are going to be living? It's bloody common knowledge! Or are you really just that ignorant?” He didn't care if his words hurt her feelings, in fact, he hoped that they did.

Gavin didn't do feelings, he didn't do emotional attachment. Perhaps that was why the most time he had ever spent with a woman other than Care was a weekend. He could do flings, he could treat them kindly. Yet, unless they fit his obscenely high standards for a woman he never looked at them twice. Never had he kissed a woman, sure his lips had met the flesh of more than one female but never on the lips. No woman had ever been worthy, he just hadn't had the desire to. He got his, more than his, fair share of play and action but there were just some lines that he didn't cross. That, was one of them. He didn't expect anybody to understand unless they were similar in mind to him. Like his best friend, she understood it, which was why their unique, strange, relationship was the healthiest one that he had ever been in, and that was really saying something. Nobody would understand the bond that he shared with Kariana, they were best friends but more than that. It was almost like they were the same person, just stretched out over two different bodies in almost every way. There was no romance between them, nor had there ever been even for the slightest second. Since he was to be forced into a marriage after he graduated (a situation that terrified him on many levels) Gavin had been searching in vain to find somebody to be that woman, he didn't have the choice. He didn't want to have to stand at an alter and say vows to a stranger, to kiss a stranger was one of the worst things that he could imagine. Perhaps it was that looming fear that was always in the back of his mind that had prevented him from entering into a romantic entanglement with a female. There were plenty suitable females in his house to choose from, he just didn't like any of them. At least he didn't think that he did, but any of them had to be better than a stranger. He wasn't exactly picky about who shared his bed most of the time, but he did have rules about the before and afters. It was always very formal, very cold. Yet, this feeling in his stomach longed for something, more, and already he hated it.

Nothing could get this woman down apparently, if she was hurt she was internalizing it, or just waiting to pick her moment to lash out at him in return. “By the way, those moves back there. Are you a Quidditch player? Seems like you’re pretty good at dodging blows.” His eyes widened. She was a stupid as she looked. Of course he was a Quidditch player, just look at him. He had muscles on top of his muscles and still could move as swiftly as a gazelle. He personally thought that he was the best on his team, but then again every member of the Slytherin Quidditch team thought that they were the very best on the team. It was his goal to go pro, he had his eyes on a slot and everything, he had been writing to the recruiters since he had learned penmanship. It was what he wanted more than anything in the world, a dream that he would pay for dearly. If he had wanted a good career, a lucrative career that would credit his family's name then he wouldn't be in the situation that he was in. Like his elder brother, he would have gotten to choose when, and if he ever took a wife. Yet, to his family becoming a professional sports player meant that he was never going to mature, never grow into a productive member of society. He couldn't help what he loved to do. His mother had accepted the chosen profession, and was supporting him in any way that she could, but he was going to pay the price for it, arranged marriage. Chewing at his tongue to keep from insulting her further he shook his head. He didn't want to think on the topic any longer than he already had. “I don't have time for this” intoning that she wasn't worth his time he started moving once more.

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[Amina Krane]

Amina began to realize just how much like a puppy dog she was looking. It was almost like she was a love sick puppy dog at that. Here she was, chasing after a guy who probably wanted nothing to do with her yet she kept following. That fact began to make her sick, just knowing what she was actually doing but there was a reason to her madness. She wanted to thank him for saving her life and make light of the situation as much as possible. She hated having enemies and in order to avoid it, she had to try and make bad situations into good ones as much as possible and if that meant she looked like a dog following its master, so be it. Granted, it wouldn’t last so long if his attitude kept like it was already going. “More than one by my count” Amina furrowed her eyebrows. She figured two. One for her nearly running into him and two for saving her life. How did he equate to her owing more than one for that last bit? Was he counting every duck and dodge he did to save her in that count? If so, he was sorely mistaken that she would do that many favors for him. She was nice, but even she had a limit of the number of nice things she would do. “And how many are you thinking I owe at this point?” she questioned, trying to keep her tone from being too abrupt. She was trying to make nice, not make an enemy and if she was to do such a thing, she would need to keep her tone friendly.

“I don't want your gratitude”

Seriously? Did he just want to make her follow him even more? Amina loathed it when people would not accept her apology and usually made it her life’s work to make them accept it. Usually after a few minutes of her apologizing, they accepted it and everyone could move on, no harm no foul. Granted, most of the time it was a fake acceptance just to get her off their back but it was satisfying enough for her to put it in the back of her mind and move on. Until he did so, she was sure she was going to tail him. Before she was able to ensure him he would be getting all of her gratitude until he accepted it, he spoke up again and she wasn’t quite fond of the tone that came along with it. He stopped in his tracks and bent over with laughter. Her eyes narrowed a bit further as Amina crossed her arms and stood in front of him. “Merlin's beard, do you really do no research on the place where you are going to be living? It's bloody common knowledge! Or are you really just that ignorant?” She was quite sure he was calling her an idiot in just as rude of terms as he could without stating it outright. Instead, he used the word ignorant. So she was unaware that there was such a thing as a whomping willow on campus. How did that make her ignorant? She was just uninformed. She had only moved this one time in her life and it wasn’t like she had much notice to research where she was going. Pretty much Amina had just been thrown into the situation. Now here he was, saying she was ignorant for not understanding the deep end of the pool she was just thrown into. It wasn’t like they were all the same depth, shape, and had the same chemical-lined water filling it. But she was sure an analogy would not be what would make him realize how rude he was being. Of course, with the laughter coming from his mouth, she was sure he already knew.

“Well my apologies for not understanding there was a murderous tree planted on the grounds. I’ll be sure to make note of that before my next walk.” Sarcasm was beginning to seep through her tone now. She hated bringing it to the surface but when he was insulting her in such fashions, she couldn’t resist giving it back. “And yes, I did just give you another apology on top of the one I already gave which you have yet to accept,” she added in a matter of fact tone. She had hoped that would stir up some sort of acceptance from him, but instead she got more sass. “I don't have time for this.” This time, Amina bit down on her tongue to avoid saying the mean things going through her head. She wanted to make this work, not make it worse. But maybe he was one of those guys who waited to be yelled at by the woman? If he was, he would have to either blatantly tell her that or make her pissed off enough that holding her tongue would no longer work. If she reached that point, usually it meant there was no friendship or even acquaintance to be had between the pair.

“So you’re telling me you have somewhere you have to be in this much of a hurry?” she asked as she began following him once more. Her arms fell to her side, swinging in step as she tried to keep up with him without breaking into a jog. He was fast with his longer legs but she could be quick despite her small frame. “Because from the looks of it a while ago, you were out for the long haul on that run so I don’t forsee you need to be anywhere that fast. Come on. Is it really that hard to just talk to me? If that’s the case, why didn’t you let that tree kill me instead of risking your own life to save me? There has to be a reason why you would do something like that. Maybe you do consider me to be some sort of friend or maybe you’re just too nice of a guy to see anyone get hurt or killed. Which one is it, Gavin?” she asked inquisitively. Either answer would be fine with her because it meant she had somewhere to go with their relationship. It meant there was something there to work with. If he answered something completely off the wall like “I wanted to be the one to hurt you later” then she would have a problem. But, in that case, there would be many other different problems that would stem from such a thing. “I just don’t get what about me you don’t like so much.”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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“And how many are you thinking I owe at this point?” “At least four” he responded honestly. He didn't need to justify them to her, it was an honest tally in his head, and she was just going to have to deal with it. At least she had the decency to look mildly offended whenever it registered in her brain that he was repeatedly insulting her. Perhaps she wasn't as slow as he thought she was after all. “Well my apologies for not understanding there was a murderous tree planted on the grounds. I’ll be sure to make note of that before my next walk.” The look on his face plainly told her that that was exactly what he thought that she should do in the future. It was beyond him how anybody could travel to another place, no matter for how short of a time, and not look into the language and customs of the area. It only made sense that if you were young to be sent away to live at an establishment that one would at least be familiar with the blueprints or history of said school. Sure, it was always going to be different once one was actually there and got to see things up close and personal, but she should have had at least a base knowledge for what she was getting herself into. It was just foolish and lazy not to. “And yes, I did just give you another apology on top of the one I already gave which you have yet to accept,” He quickened his pace, hoping that she would quickly become winded or at least lose interest and find somebody else to harp on. “And I have no plans to either” he didn't want her apology, and he certainly wasn't going to accept it. She could apologize until she was blue in the face and it wasn't going to change a thing. His opinion of her was already set, he had made up his mind. Never in his life had he changed his opinion of somebody once he had decided it. At least, that was what he liked to tell himself. He couldn't avoid the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't going to be the last that he saw of her...and he didn't want it to be. Quickly, he crushed that thought and continued down the path that he was on.

“So you’re telling me you have somewhere you have to be in this much of a hurry?”His hands clenched into fists at his sides. He didn't make a habit out of harming women but she was really starting to ask for it. There had been more than one occasion where he had gotten into brawls with women. More specifically, one woman. She was just as feisty as he was. In his opinion, if a woman was going to raise her hand to him, she got whatever was coming to her. Perhaps that was just the sexist way that he was raised and frankly he didn't care in the slightest. He had gotten into countless tousles with Kariana over the smallest things. It wasn't uncommon for her to punch him in his face, nor was it uncommon for him to shove her right back. Sure, he was far larger than she was and he didn't want to actually harm her so he did have to be careful, but she understood that if she was willing to dish it out, she should also be willing to take it. All women should. Gavin didn't believe in double standards. “Frankly, that's none of your business” and it wasn't. She didn't know him, or anything about him. Sure, she could make all the snap judgments that she wanted but whenever it came down to it he was a stranger to her. He would prefer to keep it that way if at all possible. Her voice was really starting to get under his skin, her husky words replaying over and over again in his mind. She was still next to him, taking two steps for every one of his but she was managing. It was like she liked being insulted. He was used to fangirls, he was used to people following him around or taking notes on what he was wearing. He was a star Quidditch player, devilishly handsome and a mystery to just about everybody outside of his house. He made no secret of being a pure blooded elitist, and he didn't need to since that was who he was. Nobody outside of his inner circle needed to know who he really was. Appearances were everything, she should know that. Perception was reality and she was coming across as a needy little shrew. Like she had imprinted on him since he had saved her life and now he wasn't going to be able to get rid of her. He could lose her if he wanted, but he was a little more mature that just taking off running in the other direction, he could outrun her, he knew that. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to that.

“Because from the looks of it a while ago, you were out for the long haul on that run so I don’t forsee you need to be anywhere that fast. “ “MERLIN you talk too much” He huffed, taking the turn on the path that they were on, leading him toward the lake. If they got inside it was going to be harder to make a fast get away. “Come on. Is it really that hard to just talk to me? If that’s the case, why didn’t you let that tree kill me instead of risking your own life to save me?” Now there an idea, he was just thinking the same thing not moments ago. Yet, he hadn't. If she really was thankful to still be living she should be abiding by his wishes and leaving him the hell alone. Instead, she was talking his ear off. “There has to be a reason why you would do something like that. Maybe you do consider me to be some sort of friend or maybe you’re just too nice of a guy to see anyone get hurt or killed. Which one is it, Gavin?” once again he stopped dead in his tracks. All this walking wasn't doing anything for him, being in her continued presence was just going to wind him up even further, no amount of stress relief was going to get her out of his head now. He had never met anybody like her before. All of the people in his world were always looking out for number one. They always took care of themselves, usually in a monetary way. Everything had a hidden agenda and everything came with a price. Nobody went out looking for approval like she did .The expression on his face was repulsed, how dare she accuse him of being a nice guy, much less her friend. His lip curled upward into a sneer of pure disdain but inside he was curious, honestly perplexed by why she was trying so damn hard to get him to like her. He had been around so many different types of desperate women in his life, those who had thrown themselves mercilessly at him in all sorts of ways, some had been pushed on him due to their breeding but nobody, nobody had ever done this for the sake of getting him to like them.

“Look.” He started, finally staring straight into her eyes. They were so bright, so open and inviting that it almost made him sick. He didn't know how to handle a person like her, he didn't know how to operate around somebody that was good like she appeared to be. She didn't need to be around him either, he was only going to corrupt her. “I told you, we are not and never will be friends. I promise you that. Get over what delusions you might have because they are pointless” his tone was flat, pointed with an edge meant to hurt her, to insult her. To make her go running into the castle crying if need be. People like him weren't friends with people like her. He had been taught that since birth. Perhaps she thought that she was getting to him, figuring her out or whatever other silly, delusional mind game that princesses like her liked to play with themselves but he had more important things to dominate his time, things that she wouldn't ever know about. “You want to get hurt? Fine. I can show you hurt. You want to deceive yourself into thinking that there is some redeemable quality about me, the stranger that you know literally nothing about, fine. Make it all up in your head, make up whatever story you want to fantasize about, but it will never be anything more than fiction.” His face remained neutral the entire time that he was speaking to her, his words bland. “Now if you don't mind, your shrill voice is giving me a headache” It was a lie. But she couldn't know that. Yet she was still next to him, not the outcome that he wanted, but it was the one that he had expected. His eyes never left her face, staring. He couldn't figure her out, he didn't want to...but he did. “I just don’t get what about me you don’t like so much.” Now he was smirking smugly. She really must have grown up in a bubble. If she hadn't deduced his house by now there really was no hope for her. There was social order, and they were in different classes, she was beneath him. Far, far beneath him. “I've already got a laundry list. Take your pick” it was simple, he didn't like her peppy attitude, her general lack of respect for just who exactly he was. He didn't like that she didn't keep her distance and that she was repeatedly ignoring his wishes. He didn't like the cut of her hair or the way her eyes sparkled whenever she smiled. He didn't like anything about her. Finally he shrugged, this should do the trick. “Put simply? I'm better than you”

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[Amina Krane]

”At least four.”

Amina’s eyes widened with shock at the number Gavin just threw her way. Four? FOUR? Was he insane? Where was his counting coming from? “Fine. Four,” she responded with a not so pleasant tone. She wasn’t going to ever be happy about the number but if it meant they could eventually put his anger towards her behind them, than she would suck it up and accept it. Begrudgingly. As she continued to trail him, it became obvious she was not going to get what she wanted out of this situation. He already stated he would not accept her apology so she was going to have to move past that and find some way to trick him into accepting it at a later date. It wasn’t worth her time to keep pushing it on him and getting pushed back. But that didn’t mean she would stop trying to get to know him. After all, if she owed him four favors, that should entitle her to some sort of information. Anything at this point would give her a hint as to what he would use those for. She had already removed the possibility of him using it to get her into bed so that removed the one thing she already knew about him: he was cocky and far too into sex for his own good. She was sure he would be able to come up with some creative things though. He was beginning to seem like one of those men who would do whatever it took to ultimately get what they wanted, but she was the best counterpart. Now that she had seen how rude and naughty he could be, it was her chance to try and change him to be a better man. She wasn’t quite sure if it was possible, but she would sure as hell try.

“MERLIN you talk too much” Normally Amina would have been angry at this comment, however considering she was already getting to know his attitude and she had already determined she was going to get him to change his attitude towards her, she accepted it. Depending on how this conversation ended, she would decide if he was worth her time or if it was better to avoid him to keep from her favors being used inappropriately. If she could, however, change the way he saw her, it would mean Amina would not have to worry about what he would ask her to do. Something told her it was a long stretch to make him change his mind about her this early into the game but persistence was her middle name. As their conversation continued, he chose to stop in his tracks again. She followed suit, stopping about two feet away from him. Was he finally going to accept her apology? Was that really all it was going to take? If that was the case, she was going to be rather excited. He would be the easiest person she had cracked in history. Most people at least took two interactions to break from disliking her. Some of them had even turned out to be some of her best friends. It just took people getting past that initial stage with her before they realized she really had everyone’s best interests at heart and just wanted to be friends. Maybe her point had already come across to him.

However, when he started speaking, her smile she had just worn turned into a frown. He was laying down the law about them being friends. That meant he wasn’t getting it. She wasn’t getting through to him. Sighing softly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts as she shifted her weight to one foot. It was rude to act like she didn’t care about what he was saying, but really she didn’t. If he was going to be rude, she was going to disregard his comments and just move onto working even harder at making him her friend. “You want to get hurt? Fine. I can show you hurt. You want to deceive yourself into thinking that there is some redeemable quality about me, the stranger that you know literally nothing about, fine. Make it all up in your head, make up whatever story you want to fantasize about, but it will never be anything more than fiction.” Shaking her head, Amina chuckled. He had little faith that she could take whatever he could dish out. She was good at taking peoples criticism and hatred and turning it around back at them two fold. He would see in time. “We’ll see,” she muttered, allowing him to continue to bash her. He could comment on her voice but she had a feeling this was all just becoming an act. The feeling had nothing to back it. It was just a feeling, plain and simple so if it was true or not, she couldn’t say. She just had to hope it was and that he really didn’t hate her as much as he made it seem he did. Otherwise, her afternoon was being wasted on trying to fix a problem that was never going to be mended.

”I've already got a laundry list. Take your pick. Put simply? I'm better than you.”

Sighing, Amina realized she had heard enough. Those final four words were usually the tell-tale sign that she was fighting a battle that could not be won. Something about people who knew nothing about her yet assumed they were better than her showed exactly the kind of maturity she was dealing with and the type of person they were influenced to be by their parents. She could usually still see some sort of hope in the situation but she could see at this point he was going to go into the politics of why they weren’t able to be friends. It probably had something to do with bloodlines and their houses that would dictate why he was better than her and why they could never coexist. It was a familiar scene and one that was not worth her time. Though it killed her to say so, this was one battle she was going to have to back off of. It just meant she would have to avoid him at all costs in order to keep from those favors coming to the light. “Fine, you know what? Have it your way. If you think you’re better than me without knowing a single thing about me, that’s your problem. I can tell you that if you think it’s because of you being a pureblood, my blood is just as pure as yours so no dice there. If it has something to do with this idiotic house system, you’re on your own there. I don’t delve into those politics.” Shaking her head once again, she removed her thumbs from the waistline of her shorts and walked past him, making sure to take her way around him wide enough to avoid from him claiming she had tried to knock him over again. She didn’t need favor five looming over her head. “Have a good life,” she added with a wave behind her.