Clear Language Finished PV Willow and Ross

Interacting with @Flash Holmwood @Ross Stephens
Hex Code: #259986

Having Flash back in her life restored a routine in her life that she dearly missed. While nothing told her to stop the walks they had gone on she did in fear of seeing him while on them. Her life felt restored and polished, albeit still a bit bruised from the beginning of March. Something, or rather someone, she hadn't resolved anything with was the Hufflepuff boy. She held a lot of anger for him because he was the last straw in her breaking up with Flash, and then getting back together with him. It aggravated her that she had the same catalyst for both moment and that there was that initial catalyst. She felt like if it weren't for Ross she wouldn't have gone and confronted him in the first place because she trusted the word of a Hufflepuff more than anyone. Then she came to find out through Jack, that Flash had set parameters that would have him improve in his class. She still struggled because Flash shouldn't have done it in the first place, but he did.

Flash would push the topic of Ross occasionally but she didn't want to hear any of it, she had spent so much time trying to be less angry but she couldn't help it with him. While she was thankful for him giving the final push, she would never admit that to him.

That's why when an innocent dinner turned sour she wanted to run. She would much rather sit at the Slytherin table, which was honestly nice most of the time, then go sit with Ross. She looked at Flash and pouted, putting on her biggest puppy dog eyes which she knew had slowly lost their effect over time with him. "Or... we could go sit... literally anywhere else. I'd rather eat dinner with the loudest lions than go and eat with Ross, please don't make me do it." Truly she did feel a pang of guilt because she knew that Flash had been trying to breach the subject for awhile. She really had no interest in getting to know Ross, especially if he was just going to hand her a worm again. That was the weirdest night of her life.

Just like normal, Flash was steady in his decisions. He was a very decisive person, which is something she could appreciate as she was largely an indecisive person. It was just another way Willow and Flash balanced each other out. She stomped her foot lightly like a child and crossed her arms, still pouting as she spoke. "Fine, but if you leave me alone with him... I will..." She narrowed her eyes, trying to think of a suitable threat. "I won't make you tea for the next week of our walks." She nodded, more to herself, confident that she had picked a suitable punishment.

Her face fell for a moment, going blank before throwing on a smile that Flash would be able to see as fake with how well he knew her, but to Ross it might pass as genuine. "Hey Ross, long time no see." She quickly sat down, pulling Flash down with her so he didn't have time to bolt if that was his plan. Eyes quickly scanned the table at what was available and served herself a bowl of soup to start herself out.

The boy had eaten alone since he could remember. It was a habit for him, and he had not a single qualm of it. While he would never find himself getting invited anywhere anyways, the few times somebody was to strike up a conversation with him it usually ended rather pathetically and with a lot of regrets. This same deal had stood true at Hogwarts as well. The last time a person sat next to them, he ended up speaking of his parents and being forced to have far more thoughts run through his mind than normal. Every other obscure interaction he was faced with felt somehow unreal in an odd sort of way.

Today he did what he had as normal. It was a pattern, and while he found himself despising repetition with a burning passion he still found it comfortable. In front of him lay a small serving of Shepherd's pie along with a goblet of Pumpkin Juice. It was not much, but Ross was a strong activist for the belief that the two worked together. They really did not, but Ross was not going to come to terms with that. What sort of passionate person would listen to the facts with a topic as serious as this?

The boy took a swig of his Pumpkin Juice. It was his favorite drink since he had arrived, but that was not what mattered. The issue with Pumpkin juice,is that it gave the drinker a blind-spot when they were to drink from it due to the peculiar shape of the bottle it came in. He had not quite been paying attention at the time, so when he heard the oh so familiar voice he practically jumped out of his seat. Lucky for him and the girl, he had already finished his last sip of the drink.

"AGH!" The Hufflepuff exclaimed, dropping the empty bottle safely into his lap.

He groaned, picking the bottle back up from his lap and slamming it on the table. It was not as if it harmed the bottle, but it certainly frustrated the boy. He was not sure what surprised him more, the fact that the voice was familiar or the fact it said his name. The realization of the who it was hit him like a pound of bricks a heavy moment after. He turned to the girl, who was now getting soup, and immediately felt skepticism. Was she here to beat him up? Did Flash do something? Flash informed him it was all going well. Ross lifted his hand up to his cheek, as if already rubbing a bruise that was not even there in the first place. Snapping out of it, he realized he had not responded to the first part of it. He waved to her, though she was rather close.

"Oh oh! Er, hi! Yeah.. long time." he responded, clearly still surprised with a pinch of guilt in his voice. He added his signature nervous laugh at the end, though it was not intentional.

He felt skeptical of the whole ordeal, so he began to look around the table. Surly if this was some strange dream or nightmare there would be a sign of it. It was not until he looked close to him that he noticed Flash. He nearly sighed of relief. He never felt he would be excited of his existence a month ago; however, here he was glad that he was in the area. If Flash had noticed, he would see the slight relief in his eyes.

"So erm, what's goin' on?" The boy inquired, unsure if he did something atrociously wrong that he had no clue of.

Interacting with @Willow Anderson and @Flash Holmwood

Interacting with @Ross Stephens @Flash Holmwood

She was surprised that Ross seemed thrown off by their presence, flinching slightly at the loud sound of the pumpkin juice slammed on the table. Luckily she hadn't started in on her soup yet, or else she might've flung the whole bowl. She kept her eyes cast downwards, listening to Ross and Flash talk. She wanted to interact as little as possible, not just because she didn't have an interest in Ross but also because she was stubborn and considered that Flash might 'win' if she ended up wanting to be his friend. She had made a lot of wrong judgments about people recently, she didn't want to have to add Ross to her list.

She couldn't help but look up and raise an eyebrow when Flash said he offered a favor to Ross for doing what she did, a little flare of anger appeared in her belly (although that might've been the hot soup). She spoke before she could think about the words tumbling out of her mouth. "He should let it go to waste. He's the one that gave me most of the incriminating evidence against you without the whole story. It only makes sense that he was the one to fix it." She passed a glare towards Ross, a warning for him to keep that promise unfulfilled. She felt an urge to protect Flash in a way, feeling like Ross would only capitalize on it in the worst way possibly since Flash wasn't exactly kind to him in the first place.

She almost could feel mean. Especially after the moment that Ross and her had at the end of that night of the relief that would come from knowing Flash wasn't the person Ross and literally everyone she talked to about him made him out to be. But the original betrayal hadn't left her, and she wasn't a person to forgive and forget. She would always remember.

The reassurance there was nothing to be paranoid about, while doing nothing at the start, was completely blown away as soon as Willow spoke once more. In all honesty, Ross was going to hold onto the favor until he was desperate. Through the past month or so, he had been shoved into a lot of complicated situations he had never asked for in the first place. He was truly just dragged in, and he thought he actually was able to tame the storm for awhile. Clearly, he was wrong. Either way, now he was paranoid. If this was going to be a reoccurring deal, he needed at least somebody on his side.

What was worse was he thought he was on decent terms with the Hufflepuff. The bonding moment they had had in the rain felt like it meant something, but clearly something went horribly wrong. He had not had a full conversation with either of them for quite some time, so he had no reason to truly suspect anything of it. Now her tone was just as when he met her, and part of it stung though he had no clue why.

He opened his mouth to respond to the first part, but snapped it shut when Willow had interrupted their side conversation. He looked back to WIllow just enough to notice the glare, in which he proceeded to visibly tense up.

He made a decision that he needed to watch his back in the common room that night if he wanted to wake up with a fully functioning heart the next day.

The boy directed his vision back down, his heart now going from the speed of a car to a plane. He felt it would run right out of his chest and take a walk down to the graveyard so it could bury his own grave. Luckily, his words had probably already done that for him.

"Er.. It's fine I s'pose she's sorta right..." The boy mumbled, though it was not that coherent.

In any normal circumstance, he probably would have said something quite similar; however, it likely would have been much more peppy. He felt guilty of the situation slightly, but he had a feeling in his room that night he would be pretending to argue with Willow to claim it was not his fault. He had oodles and oodles of claims he could make, but he had no intent of using it.

The boy fiddled with the sheep ring, feeling the cold silver rub against his skin. It was calming, but something about this whole situation infuriated him. He never asked to be part of it, and just when he thought it was over he was grabbed by the foot and dragged to the bottom of it all. Still, he shut up for the sake of himself.

"Ya.. want me to get ya somethin' or... Why are ya here exactly?" the boy inquired, truly unsure of where to start.

it sounded defensive, and much more it sounded slightly aggressive. The boy was an emotional wreck as of now, but it was not only due to the situation that laid in front of him. Perhaps eleven year old boys should not be left to deal with their problems alone. What did she want from him? The boy looked around the table, attempting to see if there were any other free spaces. Were they just looking for somewhere to sit? It felt a little cruel. The boy was becoming actively paranoid with small movements. He acted quite similar to the kids who would get picked on at school that he would watch from a distance.

He let out an awkward sigh, reaching over to get himself another bottle of pumpkin juice. He bet half the supply of the stuff was gone due to him. It was really only popular in Autumn, yet here he was chugging more than two bottles per meal.

He would be writing about this in his journal tonight.

an emotional wreck with @Willow Anderson @Flash Holmwood

Interacting with @Ross Stephens @Flash Holmwood

She was really trying not to be angry, and Flash had that stupid effect on her that made it nearly impossible to get more than mildly aggravated because he brought a peaceful presence whenever she was around him. Jack had told her everything that Ross knew about the deal that he made with Flash himself, how wouldn't he know his own story. She stayed silent though, realizing this was not the right place to have this conversation. The common room was always somewhere she could find him without Flash trying to keep the peace, which was she wasn't expecting.

Her soup magically refilled as she finished it, which she was grateful for. She could almost imagine herself swimming in the soup instead of being here. She didn't want to be here, maybe it wasn't too late to go sit with the lions. She'd rather get eaten alive there. Frustration was building up, no one had really given her the full story about anything. What Flash had done to others was still unknown, really everything around this situation had been unknown. She had only been a receiver of information without anyone giving her the full story. Why had she been dumb enough not to ask before?

As Flash finished what he was saying on opening up and speaking their minds, and she was glad to. The familiar rage was starting to build up in her. 'I need to calm down.' She glanced over at Flash noticing his hands were in his lap and slowly reached out and pried his hand away to hold her. If he wanted to get through this he would help her stay grounded so she didn't blow up. She took a second to breathe and collect her thoughts. "I want the full story then. Both sides. I can't be in the dark anymore it's killing me. I have to know what happened." Her eyes softened, she just couldn't be kept out anymore.

She looked between them, and realized how much Ross looked like her in that moment. Worried, frustrated, and flinching at every small move. Her heart hurt, realizing that she could've been a lot gentler about this whole thing. But then again, everyone could've been gentler with her about Flash anyway. She slowly reached for a piece of bread to anxiously eat while they told her the story. Her movements slow enough to where Ross could track everything she was doing, but not slow enough to seem out of the ordinary.

While he was originally going to answer Flash's deal, he knew he had to confront this whole issue. The question left Ross shocked. He felt his heart freeze. What was he supposed to do? He just made a new friend, and now he had to say all the terrible things he did right in front of him? Yeah sure he probably did not care, but Ross still could not help but feel more than guilty. Still, it was his time. He had spent so much time last month reenacting what he would say if someone were to inquire of Flash. There were so many good things he could say, yet his tongue was dry and he suddenly became unsure of himself when it came to speaking words.

"T..The full story?" he hesitated, somehow the lack of confidence that he had was leaking through his words.

The boy looked up, looking a bit more interested now. He was still ready, and his eyes still had that look in them that made it seem like he was about to do something positively incorrect. Not in a rude way, but likely more of to give someone a worm.

"Right, right.. alrightie er... Well." He took in a deep breath, knowing well that little interlude between himself was not necessary whatsoever.

"Erm.. It was potions I s'pose. I er.. Well I was askin' Flash a lot of questions because I forgot to write somethin' down. He offered to erm.. write it in my potions notes thingy so i'd have the stuff.but I forgot to bring it. No no! I mixed it up! that's right. But hey, they look pretty similar!"

he anxiously laughed, a common habit of his when he felt he had to fill the void. The words blended together, but it could be made out what he said. He looked Willow in the eyes as he grabbed the pumpkin juice, chugging a more than large portion of it before he got back into the story. He actively left out the part where Flash told him to shut up, but he was not quite sure if that was for his own protection or Flash's protection.

"Well er.. the thingy I mixed it up with and all was sorta.. an important thingy to me ya see. It was a lil'..." exhausted for words and knowing well he had already informed Willow of it, he let out a tiny sigh and continued. "It was my journal and y'know.. I didn't really know. He er.. sorta confronted me on it. Said he would keep it if I er.. didn't get my grades up and such." he continued, but looked to Flash once more before realizing he should probably be more on Flash's defense than his own.

Sure he wanted to not die in his sleep, but he had a feeling Flash needed this win more than he did. Perhaps Willow had asked Flash to take them over here so she could get a confession out of Ross or something. He would not put it past her, but that was mainly due to the fact he knew nothing of the girl. All he knew is that she despised him and he was not quite sure why.

"It helped though! He erm.. threatened to inform the teacher and such and such and blah blah. Y'know the whole threats and such, but really it isn't his fault or anythin'. he added with intense haste, coming off as likely a liar from how nervous he seemed.

The phrase claims that you have nothing to fear if you're telling the truth, but to Ross that is what scared him more. Telling the truth in this scenario might get him with shattered glasses. Sure it would be easy to fix, but he would prefer to not have to in all honesty.

Interacting with @Willow Anderson @Flash Holmwood