((Haha, you were right about Elijah’s brain going on a Marcus-vacation. I like it though – how very teenage boy of him
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Marcus was looking at Amelia strangely. She couldn’t put her finger on just what that look implied, but he was doing an awful lot of looking. And smirking. The Ravenclaw girl was unsure what to make of the look he was giving her, and her head tilted slightly to the side as she tried to figure out what he was thinking. Amelia was hopelessly sheltered when it came to boys and how their minds work – her brief excursion into Elijah’s thoughts hadn’t really given her a clear picture of the general male population, she didn’t think – so she could never have arrived at what Marcus was really thinking, and instead was left mostly in the dark, even when Marcus laughed out loud and grinned guiltily.
What is that boy doing? Amelia had to wonder, her hand subconsciously rising to the back of her neck in a nervous gesture. She was faking a smile in an attempt to play along, but in truth, she didn’t have a clue what was going on.
Well, you could check your body language decoder ring… Amelia’s subconscious chimed in sarcastically,
Or you could just chalk it up to Y-chromosome-related behavior that really isn’t logically driven. Whichever you prefer.Speaking of behavior that wasn’t logically driven, when Marcus licked his bottom lip, Amelia felt something in her abdomen that felt like one of her vital organs was trying to escape and in her surprise nearly missed the words Marucs said next. It has been a fleeting sensation, just a few seconds, but it had been enough to throw Amelia off her usually calm and controlled demeanor.
I must have eaten something that disagreed with me… Amelia thought, attributing the odd sensation to diet as she shifted nervously, blushing in spite of herself and hoping Marcus would just attribute this to what he was saying, rather than read more into her behavior.
“I suppose there are worse things I could be doing right now,” Amelia conceded, if only to give Marcus some kind of coherent response. She was surprised she even managed that much considering that her mind seemed at the moment to be more interested in playing the mental image of Marcus’s lip-licking on loop.
And now he was laughing again, easy and loud as though this were the most comfortable conversation. Marcus was a complete enigma to Amelia, and this time, she didn’t even pretend to know what he was laughing about. She did, however, attempt to correct for her embarrassment by lowering her hand back down to her lap and turning the conversation toward Marcus, which immediately caused a change in his demeanor. He got quiet all of a sudden, and it was probably best that Amelia wasn’t looking at him when he bit his lip, because she likely would have missed what came next.
Marcus began his family’s story hesitantly, but then it all started to flow quicker and quicker, like he couldn’t stop himself. Amelia hadn’t known anything about Marcus’s family before he began talking, but soon she knew more than she ever would have revealed to a relative stranger. Although Amelia was not a brilliant conversationalist herself, she was perceptive enough to pick up on some of the tonal cues from what Marcus was saying, and they were almost as revealing as the words themselves. He spoke dismissively about his father, tenderly about his brother, and with a completely rational frankness about his situation, which made Amelia admire him a little. She was rational too, yes, but not out of the same necessity as Marcus. Amelia was realizing quickly that his situation was completely different from hers, even though there were some gaps in his story that left Amelia with questions. But the further Marcus got into his story, the more Amelia began to put the pieces together.
Recent events? What does that mean? And why would these events keep him from getting a job? And then there’s… wolfsbane.Amelia didn’t need to be the potions nerd she was to know what wolfsbane was for, and for a moment, her mind attempted to make up other reasons why Marcus might be buying wolfsbane. It was a subconscious defense mechanism, trying to convince herself that Marcus wasn’t… that he couldn’t be… but he was. If there wasn’t’ already enough evidence, Marcus’s mention of his personal well-being in relation to the lunar calendar sealed the deal. Amelia was sitting in an enclosed space with a former friend of her now disappeared brother who had just admitted he was a werewolf.
Today cannot get any stranger.
That is your first thought upon finding out you are locked in a cupboard with a human being that morphs into a deadly animal on a monthly basis?
He’s not a werewolf right now. The full moon isn’t for two more weeks.
If you’re a werewolf, you’re always a werewolf. Even when in human form. You of all people should know that.
Yes, but he’s not dangerous right now.
How would you know that? Ever been stuck in a small space with an untransformed werewolf before?
… not to my knowledge. And so raged the mental debate between Amelia’s rationality, which was attempting to work through Marcus’s realization, and her subconscious, which thought she really ought to be more concerned. On the whole, Amelia was mostly still in shock, and the ironic part was that she was equally surprised that Marcus would reveal all of this to her so openly as she was that he was a werewolf in the first place. If she had found this out from someone else, perhaps it would have been easier to decide what the proper reaction was, but under the present circumstances, Amelia was just staring at Marcus with her lips slightly parted, unable to think of how to respond.
Amelia had officially known of only one other werewolf in her time at Hogwarts, a boy named Sebastian who had admitted his condition to her in much the same way Marcus just did. Of course, Amelia heard rumors of others, but without any evidence or personal confirmation, Amelia wasn’t one to put much stock in the rumor mill. She had read a lot about werewolves and knew enough about them to know that she wasn’t in any life-threatening physical danger as long as Marcus wasn’t transformed, though she had read in certain texts that werewolves could tend toward rage even in their human form. But she had her wand and was confident she could use it in defense of herself as long as Marcus was in human form. She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could fend off a transformed werewolf in such a small space.
But physical danger aside, what was Amelia to think about this revelation? She knew what her mother would think. Antoinette would think she ought not be associating with the likes of werewolves, lest they be a bad influence on her, or worse, tarnish the family image. Many of her peers would likely shun Marcus too on the premise of not wanting to put themselves in danger, but really, most people their age just didn’t want to associate with anyone too different.
So where did she stand in all of this? Amelia always took her time making these types of decisions, wanting them to be her own rather than a parroting of her parents. Amelia knew she could, at times, be judgmental in the way her mother was, as though that mentality had somehow sunk in through osmosis, but under the present circumstances, Amelia could find no logical reason to judge Marcus so harshly.
“Okay…” Amelia began, finally closing her lips and dropping her eyes after several minutes of silent staring, “So that was a lot all at once, but um… well, I did ask, so I guess I should thank you for being so thorough…”
Amelia was rambling, speaking aimlessly because she hadn’t prepared anything, and she knew she should stop talking until she could get her thoughts together because she sounded like an idiot. This realization made her blush rise again, starting in her cheeks and spreading down over her neck and out to her ears as she tried to shield it with her curtains of hair.
“I’m sorry about your… condition,” Amelia said, choosing the first word that seemed roughly politically correct. How did one refer to lycanthropy to someone affected with it? “And about the trouble it has caused you. I’m certain that couldn’t have been easy for you.” Empathy was never Amelia’s strongest point because of her detachment from her own feelings, but in this case, the answer was fairly obvious.
“And ah… I’m um… Glad I could be a pleasant distraction from… all of that…” Amelia added, responding awkwardly to the pseudo-compliment Marcus had given her about being nice company, “And you’re right, um... the company is probably the high point of the situation…” Amelia continued, making a sorry attempt at returning the compliment, but between her lack of social graces and her nervous giggle that followed, she was flailing noticeably.
“Sorry to be ruining the whole good conversation part, though…” Amelia stated, only highlighting how awkward things had gotten since she started speaking, though at least part of that had to be blamed on Marcus and his grand revelation.
Okay – stop talking now. Her subconscious commanded.