Avery rolled her eyes pointedly at his question of trust. She wanted to, yes. But it wasn't like they knew each other that well. How could they, like this? If anything, Avery didn't think the vast majority of their trust and communication and feelings would come until after the wedding. Her mind drifted momentarily to the time of year, and how if they honeymooned it would have to be somewhere warm and lovely. Like... The Mediterranean or something.
Robin's continued response drew her back to the present as she looked up at him. He seemed fairly determined to at least help her tell the two in the other room, which almost made her more nervous. When he tried to reciprocate her pointless and awkward hug, though, she brushed it off. He was going to let her tell them.
Avery propped herself up on her elbows as he moved to sit up properly and nodded at him. “Let's see how this goes.” She announced with finality, though she wasn't so sure she was ready. Rather than spending time thinking about it and finding a way to avoid saying anything, Avery flung back his covers, stood, and pushed them back where they belonged with slight chagrin at messing up his bed.
At the doorway, she brushed down her shirt and glanced back at Robin wordlessly before heading into the hallway.
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Keiran looked down at Millie's hand, slightly confused at her change of attitude. Maybe it was just that they weren't at what they could pretend was called home, back in his rooms at Hogwarts. Either way, he found himself disappointed. They had been getting on so well, all things considered. Especially that morning. Keiran couldn't explain what exactly had come over him, but seeing her so casual and seemingly interested in him had made him ignore the shell he had carefully created. Instead, her change in demeanor felt like a glimmer of rejection.
Ignoring that thought as entirely as he could, the Transfiguration Professor dropped his hand and backed away, letting her cook or whatever she felt up to doing.
The click of shoes on the floor of the hallway from Robin's room got Keiran's attention, making him turn away from the younger blonde who was just confusing him. “Avery.” He greeted simply at her entrance, quickly catching on to her stiff posture and wary expression as her eyes met his.
“Keiran.” She replied tensely, her tone matching her nerves. Oh, she couldn't do this. He probably already knew she was terrified, but didn't know it was of his reaction.
“Are you alright?” Keiran asked, wondering what was going on with the two women in the house. They were both acting so strangely and clearly needed to be given a moment to relax.
“I need to talk to you. Both of you, if you have a moment, Millie. I promise I'll help make breakfast after; it won't take long.” Avery's words were quick and quiet as she gestured to the stools under the edge of the bar in Robin's kitchen. If Keiran was going to jump out of a chair, at least it would be one without a back, which probably would make less noise and be less likely to break or hurt him. Keiran's raised eyebrow made her avert to gaze to the floor but once the two had settled onto chairs – Keiran's hand extended over to Millie in an offer to hold hers – Avery began.
“So I got my letter two days ago, and had a meeting with Mrs. Levski yesterday morning.” She began, holding a hand up at Keiran's attempt to ask something like why she hadn't told them, “And you know my match. Quite well.”
“We do?” Keiran questioned slowly, lifting the other eyebrow as well and eyeing her cautiously.
“Yes,” Avery started, glancing back at the hallway, “Well, Robin and I decided that I should tell you, since-”
“Excuse me?”
That quiet, careful and oddly threatening voice was not what Avery had been expecting. Not at all. Keiran was holding Millie's hand too tightly and quickly released it after patting the back of it gently in apology. At least he could keep part of his wits together. Avery had been matched with Robin? What was the Ministry thinking? Not only did Keiran lose his bet, but now he had to be careful to watch Avery whenever he saw her. Sure, Robin was his best mate, but that didn't mean that a man liked his best friend to date or marry his little sister. Sure, they weren't technically siblings, but they may as well have been at that point.
It was the realization that Avery could get hurt. That Robin had probably hurt girls in the past with his antics and jumping from person to person. It wasn't okay. Keiran narrowed his gaze at Avery before directing an even angrier glare at the hallway as if in doing so Robin could feel his anger in the other room.
“What the bloody hell, Robin?” Keiran shouted down the hall. The man could have at least told him.
“Keiran, listen,” She started at a near yell, wanting to cut him off at the pass. “I forbid you to take anything out on him. If you're mad, get mad at me.” His eyes moved back to her and the ice in them actually scared her enough for her face to fall into one of nervousness.
“You really want that, Avery? I doubt it.”
Keiran could see the shock and sudden fear in Avery's eyes but at that point wanted so badly to threaten Robin that it hardly registered.
“I know you're protective, but now is so not the time.” She sighed audibly, trying to get him to just calm down at the very least, if not to lay off of them for a bit. This was going about how she had expected.
“No, now feels like as good a time as any. I need to talk to him.” He took a step towards the hallway but Avery shuffled over to stand in front of him, her hands up. “Let me by, Bishop.” He warned seriously, frowning at her. Keiran never called her that, not since they met. It stung, surprising her again.
“You. Listen. Here.” Avery punctuated each word with a rough shove against his shoulders, glaring up at him. Gods, sometimes she wished she was taller. She was glad that she hadn't worn heels that morning, though. Fighting in heels didn't sound appealing. “You're going to accept this, Hayes. Because you have no choice. Just like Robin didn't have a choice in getting stuck with me.”
Her hands fell in awe at her own shouted, angry words. That hadn't come out quite like she meant it. But something in her suggested it was the truth of her feelings. Silence landed on her, hard. Like it was a tangible thing she couldn't push off of her shoulders. With a last, disappointed look at Keiran, Avery turned and left the room, searching for a guest bathroom. She pushed open a couple doors before finding it and locking herself inside. Damn him, making this so much worse. For making her cry.