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dylan-stark:

Itching the back of his neck, Dylan shook his head. “You need to get out of the habit of saying sorry so much. It’s not your fault I got kicked out so why are you apologising? Don’t answer that.” Rebecca tensed when Dylan gazed at her hands, which he found weird. Then again, most things she did had no purpose that Dylan saw. Nevertheless, he found her company okay to say the least. After making her feel bad and calling her useless, Rebecca had still chosen to be nice and speak to him again. Even now she was smiling at him. So either she couldn’t tell he was being serious when he said that, or she was choosing to ignore his rudeness. He hoped it was the latter, because trying to tell her he was being serious when she didn’t believe so would be tedious. “We can get a drink, sure.” Thankful she hadn’t asked to do an activity first, Dylan turned on his heel and took his place alongside Rebecca who seemed dazed about where she was going. Dylan had to ask where to go the first time he’d went down to get food and some muggleborn he didn’t know the name of told him that going into the kitchen was also not an option when he was hungry during the night. It seemed unfair, but Dylan knew better than to do something the muggles would consider as rude or unusual. Thinking back to what Rebecca said, Dylan almost groaned aloud knowing that Rebecca wanted to go on the ponies and would drag him along. Even though she wouldn’t ask, she would want it and her face when she was upset made Dylan regret what he’d done to make her in that state. Though, he was too self-centred to ever say sorry to her.

"Well I know but I still feel bad and I just… Alright, I won’t answer your question." Rebecca nodded simply. Saying sorry did get tiresome to begin with, because you had to be sure to say it. But after a while, you forget you’re even saying it and it just sort of slips out. Once again, Dylan gave Rebecca a look that told her he was still trying to figure out exactly what he made of her. Before Rebecca’s mind started getting too many negative thoughts about what was running through his mind, he agreed to getting a drink with her and a rush of happiness replaced her bad vibes. He turned on his heels to match the direction Rebecca was going, but he seemed to stop and everything got sort of awkward. Rebecca, although they’d been here for days, hadn’t gone down to the café. This meant that she really had no idea where it was located. Luckily, after a while of lingering Dylan moved his legs and set off with Rebecca trailing behind with her eyes fixated on the floor in front of her. It didn’t take long, but in that time Rebecca had managed to avoid speaking to Dylan. Once they got there, wonderful smells surrounded Rebecca and her stomach growled in hunger. Ignoring it, Rebecca turned to Dylan and eyed the menu hung up on the side. She didn’t plan on ordering. Speaking to people was never her thing - she hated it.

dylan-stark:

Despite the fact Rebecca talked quietly as well as stuttering quite a lot (due to nerves more than anything), she did talk very fast. Trying to get the conversation topic away from her. He didn’t care that she did this in all honesty, he was just glad that she was keeping the conversation going because he didn’t think he could.  There she went again, spacing out her sentences like she didn’t know what to say. Or like she was treading carefully, trying not to touch any sensitive topics or say anything that could make the situation worse. It was weird. To Dylan anyway, who had no problem speaking to people. He just preferred not to. “I got kicked out my room because Hugo doesn’t trust me in there by myself.” He shrugged simply before adding: “Apparently I ruin things.” Dylan eyed Rebecca tiredly, her hair was tied back and she’d covered about all of her skin. Asides from her face and neck. Even her hands were covered by her sleeves. “If you didn’t realise that that answered your question, then I’m not doing any activity. Unless you want to?” After offering this, Dylan instantly regretted it. He wasn’t sure why he regretted it. Probably because she was small and looked like she wanted to burst into tears. Then again, she usually looked like that. Well, from the times he had spoken to her anyway.

"Oh. I’m sorry - Sorry." Rebecca, after saying the first sorry, remembered what Dylan said about her saying sorry way too often. She would disagree, but arguing with other people wasn’t something she enjoyed nor was she good at it for that matter. When he examined her whole being, Rebecca hesitated when his eyes lingered over her hands. She grasped the ends of her sleeves tighter, digging her fingers into the material against her palm. The last thing she wanted was to get asked something. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t care, so why would he ask? Rebecca was still afraid of this outcome though. "I… Um, maybe… Can we get a drink? We can do an activity afterwards. I want to go on the horse riding but I, I guess you won’t want to." From the expression Dylan pulled after offering to go on activity with her, it was clear that it was more of a pitiful reason than actually liking her even at a friendship level. It just reminded Rebecca that she should have been spending this time with Lexi, which she had avoided completely. After all, Lexi’s father had signed Rebecca’s permission slip for her. Thankfully. But anyway, Dylan had asked Rebecca something he couldn’t exactly take back. And considering that she really wanted to try one of the smoothies here, Rebecca thought dragging Dylan along would be a perfect idea. Better than sitting all alone.

dylan-stark:

For some reason, it had only just occurred to Dylan that this trip was going to be a load of bollocks. He hated almost everyone in the school that he knew and that only made him wonder why he’d chosen to tag along. To get away from classes, homework and the professors was the clear reason. There were a few activities Dylan wouldn’t mind taking part in, but what he really wanted to do was look around the hotel. It was interesting, all the muggle stuff. Dylan was sure that a wizard hotel would be different. He’d never been to any hotel. His dorm mates, Hugo and Scorpius, had gone to participate in some crappy activity and Hugo had chucked Dylan out of the room so he could lock the door. Why he couldn’t stay in there was a mystery to Dylan, but perhaps it was because there was still a risk of Dylan doing something destructive to Hugo’s belongings. What with being stuck in the double bed after asking for the king-sized one. Nevertheless, Dylan was stuck to roaming the stupid muggle hotel corridor. Until he bumped into a smaller blonde, that was. Instantly -from the ‘sorry’ she gave- Dylan knew who it was. “Hello… Rebecca? Bex. Cassandra? Cassie. Bex.” Dylan said lazily, before the last name clicked into place. He distinctively remembered a conversation between the two of them where she’d stated she hated being called Becky. “What are you doing?”

Dylan eyed her with recognition quickly before playing a guessing game on what her name was. Rebecca had been told she looked like a Cassandra, Chloe and some other name she’d forgotten. Personally, she couldn’t see it. The only other name she could think suited her was Melanie. Though, that was likely to be because it was her middle name. He finally realised what it was and Rebecca nodded with a small laugh at his half-hearted attempt. He sounded tired and agitated, like he’d rather not have just bumped into and engaged in conversation with her. However, Rebecca had no-one else to be with and Dylan seemed to be the only person at the moment who hadn’t been completely displeased by her presence. Evelyn didn’t want her in the room, no-one else wanted her at any of the activities. “I…I was checking out the corridors… Kinda… Not really… I made Evelyn upset and she didn’t want me in the room, or so it felt like that, so I left. I don’t know where I’m going. What about you? What activity are you going to do?” Seeing as Dylan was walking down  in direction of the main lobby, Rebecca guessed he must be going there to check the activity list or something of the kind.

The blonde curly hair that Rebecca owned was about the only thing she liked about herself. Yet she persisted to tie it back in a way that only showed a few of her locks freely, with the rest slicked back. Her head drooped, taking interest in her fingers running along the scars across the knuckles on her other hand. She hated them, but healing charms didn’t seem to work on scars. Probably because they were basically healed wounds, so what could you possibly be fixing? Imperfection. Why had she even come on this trip anyway? To get away. To feel like the little girl she had been, with a loving family who had looked after her - normal. That wasn’t happening, though, because she wasn’t that child any more. And she’d already messed this trip up by giving Sasha the bed, which made Evelyn feel like they were ganging up against her. Rebecca knew she was a horrible person, but she couldn’t run away from herself. This trip, in the end, was completely pointless for her. These negative thoughts dominated Rebecca’s mind for the next few minutes before she bumped into someone. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking up to see who was stood in front of her. Giving a small smile, happy to actually see him. “Hey.”

sasha-lestrange:

I love it!

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I missed the snow.

evelyn-malfoy:

I didn’t realise that was how the beds were being picked. I can’t apologise for talking to my friends. I’m sure you wouldn’t know what that’s like.

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I’m going to go…wander… please do not use up all the drawer space.

evelyn-malfoy:

No. It’s fine. I understand how this works. I’ll just try not to get in yours and Sasha’s way. I’m sure you don’t want me polluting the room with my Slytherin self.

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I-No, I like Slytherins! If you had asked first…

evelyn-malfoy:

And people think Slytherin’s are the mean house. I can’t believe I will have to spend a week with two Hufflepuffs who are already ganging up on me.

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We’re not ganging up on you. I-I can ask Sasha if you can have the bed.

evelyn-malfoy:

I shouldn’t be surprised. Of course the Hufflepuff picked the other Hufflepuff. I feel discriminated against. Do you have something against Slytherins?

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No! I just… Sasha asked first so I thought… I’m sorry! I’m not trying to discriminate against you, I was trying to be fair, I’m so sorry.