The Clock!?

“I would protect them if something were to happen that caused them to need said protection, but
I doubt I would stick around afterwards, in fact, quite a few of those students would be coming
with me- though not by force, if you have to force anyone to do anything they clearly aren’t smart
enough to see reason,” she answered, without uttering a lie. Things had calmed down a bit, and
Keera was no longer in ‘defense mode’- or at least, it wasn’t as apparent, though she was sure
a part of her would always be defensive and doubtful.

Keera stiffened at first when Wilson had her lean on his shoulder, but soon relaxed when she rem-
embered that she wasn’t in any immediate danger being near him. She looked down at the floor, think-
ing on what it was she should say in reply to is question. Why was she so doubtful? No one had
ever truly betrayed her, so why was it that she always felt the need to protect herself from everyone
who claimed to be an honest person? Had she always been that way? She couldn’t remember… “I
haven’t the faintest idea,” she admitted, a few scratchy laughs escaping her lips. She wasn't sure why
she was amused. Or perhaps she wasn't, and she simply wanted to taste the bittersweetness of an
imitation of amusement on her tongue.

Smart? The complement surprised her; she hadn’t been expecting it at all. Keera turned her
head slightly so that she could see his face clearly. She couldn’t help but wonder if Wilson
actually thought she was intelligent, or if she was simply trying to be friendly. She tried to
push her thoughts aside for a moment; they were starting to get too loud for her liking. “I’d
make do. I know a few people that would- reluctantly –give me and anyone else I brought
along, a place to stay. As for what we would do, well, we would prepare ourselves for
whatever was to come, and to take action, of course,” Keera replied, she felt too vulnerable
speaking her ideas aloud like that, but Wilson already knew enough to where it didn’t matter
how much else she said at that point. “I like your logic,” she replied with a lopsided grin.

Interesting. It was another unexpected compliment, and though she had just received on mo-
ments prior, she was still caught off guard. Interesting was a word she had never heard any-
one call her; weird, odd, disturbed even, but never interesting. Her expression softened as
she scanned his face, he wasn’t mocking her, he was being honest, and she hadn’t a clue what
to say in reply.

Keera tried to stifle her laughter when Wilson took his foggy glasses off to clean them, but failed
miserably. She tried to mute said laughter by covering her mouth with one of her hands, and it
seemed to work well enough. She stayed like that until the fit ended and she was able to speak
again. Keera was all too amused by the dorkiness of his quirk, though she wasn’t one to talk
when it came to quirks and habits.

“You seem so sure that that day with actually come- and by the way you are speaking of that
day, it sounds as if you were already preparing for it’s arrival,” Keera wondered aloud. She was
feeling a little fidgety being so close to Wilson, every time he touched her arm she flinched, and
it took her a few moments to relax again, though she knew it was only her nerves getting the be-
st of her.

“I have already begun taking action, though I am sure I will have my regrets, I do not plan on giving
up. When I set my mind to something…” but she didn’t finished her sentence, she figured that was
enough said, he would surely understand what she meant.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Keera replied simply as a way to avoid his question; it sounded to…whi-
ney to say that she had received far more insults than compliments. Wilson had already seen her
in her worst, the last thing she wanted to do was drive him away with complaints; she needed
allies within the school, even if she didn’t want it to be that way.

Keera breathed in sharply, this was too close for comfort for her. She held still as she felt Wilson
run his fingers through a strand of her frizzy, untamed hair. Her stomach did a sickening back flip
and she had to fold her hands to keep from swatting him away instinctively; the last person to
get close to her had been a total fake, using her for her money and her looks. She blinked, she had
completely forgotten about the man and it hurt to suddenly have those memories wrapping thems-
elves around her brain, like an anaconda choking its prey. She realized she had been holding her
breath for a bit and let the air exit her lungs with a quiet whoosh. Such a reaction to something
as small as being comforted- which was what she assumed the reason for Wilson’s affection was
- was foolish, and Keera couldn’t keep herself from rolling her eyes. She just needed to relax, no
one was out to ruin her.

Desperate to trust someone for once and just forget about caution, Keera shifted slightly so that her
cheek was rested against Wilson’s chest. Her instincts told her to move away from him and protect
herself as they usually did, but she took a deep breath and shoved her thoughts out of her ears
successfully. “So which of you is to make the first move then? If you are so certain things are going
to make a turn for the worst, are you going to just let the opposing side start it up- which would give
them a better chance of winning, might I add,” Keera asked curiously. All this talk about an attack...
it really got her thinking. Would she be able to put aside all of her plans and beliefs to stand up for th-
ose that couldn’t defend themselves? And if not, would she be able to get over the guilt that came
with betraying those that she had acquainted? She furrowed her eyebrows, she wasn’t sure. Per-
haps she could accomplish what she had come back to Hogwarts to do before that day came- but
Wilson said that day would be soon, so the possibility of things working that way wasn’t likely.

“Is that so? But what happens when you get tired of the fact that you can’t die?” she asked, testing
him, curious herself. She was interested in his logic to say the least; it was much different than that
of any other person she had previously acquainted.

“In that case, I would never win against you, for, I would be one of those foolish
enough to strike first,” Keera replied, “though I now know your battle strategy, so
that might not be entirely true.” A smile graced her lips after she spoke, she didn’t
know why, but for some reason she wanted to put him in the position of distrust
that she was in. Perhaps she wanted to know how he would react to such a bot-
hersome thing- which was all suspicion really was; bothersome.

Keera could hear his heartbeat with her head on his chest that way. It was an odd
feeling, being so near someone, so near in fact that she could hear the faint patter
of his only life source. Wilson’s answer took her a bit by surprise, he was actually
rolling with it, as if he was claiming he actually did have more than nine lives; she
had expected him to simply chuckle and dismiss the question. She smirked, “Oh, &
would you wish for no one to find your body there? Wouldn’t the thought of you dy-
ing, completely unnoticed, bother you? I’ve always wanted to die after I’ve made my
name, so that to be remembered, to be mourned for, but that is a result of loneliness,
I presume,” she replied, the fact that the two of them were speaking so casually abo-
ut death amused her quite a bit, but it also didn’t come as much of a surprise; fearing
death wasn’t necessary after you’d been through enough.

“Love?” Keera asked, the word taste fowl on her tongue and she couldn’t keep hers-
elf from scrunching up her nose out of distaste. She had only ever been ‘graced’ by
the company of that hyped up emotion once, and had learned from that one time that
falling in love was like walking into a trap with a blindfold on, meaning, you were hope-
less the second you admitted you were in fact, in love. It was a very touchy subject
for Keera, because unlike death, Keera had actually experienced it before. She was
silent for a moment as she let answers form themselves within her mind. When she
opened her mouth again her expression was blank “It is a dangerous thing, more dan-
gerous than any other power anyone could possibly possess," she replied.