Audriana looked up as the door opened, smile plastered on her face and completely oblivious to Ana’s greeting in return for Gavin’s. The woman’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she spoke, though, so Audriana chose to pretend no one was around besides Gavin. After they received their letters the night before, she had hardly been able to get to sleep. After wondering after him for nearly a decade, she couldn’t quite believe that it was officially real. He was hers.
Not that she wasn’t seeing him anyway. They hadn’t stated specifically what they were, in certain terms, but she was sure that Gavin realized that she considered herself his. In an attempt to cover her near-giddy smile, Aud bit her lip as he approached. When he sank to the ground, though, and Ana sat up to stare at the both of them, Audriana sat up straighter.
He didn’t have to do this. He knew he didn’t. And yet, instead of accepting fate and treating it as such, Gavin had chosen to be his fairly spontaneous and entirely Gryffindor self. He seemed determined to make their story one that involved more love than Ministry influence. It didn’t even take a thought to reply – Ana Levski or otherwise. If he’d asked a week ago, she would have had the same response, and it didn’t come from knowing they had been pushed into something. It came from six years of learning to love him, a year of hating herself for avoiding him, and eight years of wishing she had said something. Of re-reading the letters she had never sent.
“Of course, Gavin.” Audriana beamed, reaching down to hold his face in her hands as she kissed him. “I always wondered,” she added against his lips, “if you’d actually ask me…
Captain.”
Though she added the name as a bit of a joke, she had to wonder if it would end up being her endearment for him. She never really was the type to use them, or want to, before him. Perhaps he would change that about her. The childish part of her mind pointed out that their names really were lovely together. She nearly laughed as she pulled away, but managed to refrain as she looked down at the box in his hand. Although she had been aware of the presence of a ring box, she hadn’t bothered looking at it. When she took the moment to stare down at it, Audriana suddenly wondered when he had actually gotten it, where it was from. He hadn’t been planning it anyway, had he? Surely he didn’t want to-
Well. He had to, didn’t he, to be so very enthusiastic about it all?
It was a foreign concept to her, this sitting back and realizing that someone loved her. Of telling herself that he did. In a sudden desire to ensure that he knew that this wasn’t her accepting because she had to, she covered the box with her hand so he couldn’t be focused on giving it to her instead of her words. “Gavin, I- See, we haven’t exactly said it before, but I feel like, after what happened in our seventh year, I need to be more… vocal about things. So I don’t make any more stupid mistakes like thinking distancing myself made sense. Gav, I-... I love you... I did in school, even. I’ll explain what happened that last year later, but I needed you to hear it.”
Clearly, she didn’t care a whit about Ana sitting there and trying to piece together what was going on. How the two in front of her knew each other and knew to expect each other. The woman had to have gotten the gist by now. Neither of them were putting up a fight, and Audriana had a feeling the only thing she would fight about in regards to Gavin would be if the Ministry changed their minds and put her with someone else. Or took him away. She needed him, even if she hadn’t realized it after Natalia died. She had been desperate to keep herself safe, not realizing that if she were right, she would have been hurting him at the same time.
Seventh-year Audriana hadn’t understood that she could be right in her assumption that Gavin had actually been flirting with her all of those years. What did she know about love, right? Aside from the familial, unconditional love she received from Natalia. Her parents hadn’t given it to her, so why would someone like Gavin want to? Now, she was starting to understand that love wasn’t always the unconditional, almost obligatory sort that one found in families. It came from years of deciding that flaws weren’t annoying, they were charming. That when it rained, it poured, and that could be way more fun than just a few drops on the window. But only if it meant that the pair of them went running through the rain together.
“I love you.” She murmured again, nudging his nose with hers.
(ooc: I almost went on with Ana's part, but it's like 1 am so. Also, I hope you liked me ONCE references
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