One Foot Wrong [Chelsea/Open]

[evander]

Dibbing his quill into his black ink, Evander gave a small sigh as he relaxed into his chair as he sat in the corner of the library yet in view and able to see the other students wandering in and out of the room unknowingly disturbing him everytime they did. His head was low, yet he looked through his brows as a small gathering of girls walked in with noisy shoes as they spoke rather loudly. Grinding his teeth, he pressed hard onto the page with his nib before he realised he had broken it.

Giving a heavy sigh, he flicked his wand at it and repaired it, the golden nib inverting inwards on itself and the split moulding back to it's former shape. Dipping it back into the ink, he paused for a moment, the dark feather tickling under his nose and over his lips as he thought of how to word the next part of his Transfiguration essay. The soft yet delicate tickle of the feather was somehow relaxing and he began tapping the nib gently on the table absentmindedly as he ran a free hand through his dark hair.

Dropping the quill onto the parchment, it made no sound as it landed gracefully onto the page, stumbling slightly and attempting to roll but getting nowhere. Tiredness had kicked in as he sat there at nine o'clock at night. He needed to get this finished or he wouldn't rest. Picking up the quill again he scribbled down in his calligraphic handwriting that became messier as he went on.


He had been scribbling away completely in the zone now as he occasionally thumbed through the book to the side of him about the ways of ancient transfiguration spells. He didn't notice that another person had joined him at the table until he looked up.
"Oh" he simply said to the himself as he dibbed his quill back into his ink and dotted the end of the sentence. Blowing on the parchment to help the ink dry, he looked back up to the girl.

"Chelsea, you startled me. Have you finished your transfiguration essay yet?" he enquired. The pair knew each other, being in the same house and year but Chelsea was a quiet girl and often, well, most of the time kept to herself and fussed about her father. Evander couldn't recall ever having a full conversation with her and he could only remember ever saying less that a handfull of things in passing conversation with her. With that, he gave a pleasant hum before sitting back in his chair once again.

[chelseafagan]

After she got finished seeing her father. Chelsea ran up to her dorm room so she could grab her books and go study in the library. The moment she entered her room she saw that note from her mother. Completely unlike herself she hadn't thrown it out this time, grabbing hold of it she opened it up the words I love you my sweet girl bringing a tear to Chelsea's eye. It was so hard to forgive her for everything she had done to her but it was also hard living without her.

Of course now she was a wreck so there was no way she was going anywhere at least not for a while. At one point she had actually gotten back into bed trying to sleep away her sorrow when the door opened and the other girls in her room walked in. Thinking Chelsea was asleep they started to talk about her in whispers saying what a freak she was because they had seen her heading to her father's cabin. How odd she looked, and how weird she was. Chelsea pretended to stay asleep. but in bed she was crying even more.

After they left she knew she couldn't stay in that room anymore. She was just better off in the library at least in there everyone had to be quiet. Grabbing up her books and her backpack she walked out. In the common room she saw the two girls who were talking about her. To her face they were all smiles waving hello acting as if they hadn't been bad mouthing her moments before. Rolling her eyes at them she walked out hearing the word freak as the portrait shut behind her.

Despite all the times she said she didn't care about it deep down she really did. What was so funny about it all was that growing up she was never like that, she was well she was like her dad, he was smart, charming, funny but that was taken away from her. Trying to push those thoughts aside she entered the library a bunch of giggling girls passed her. Not paying them any mind she tried to find a place to sit. Only one table free and it was by Evander Burke.

They were in the same house, though they barley spoke she didn't think he would have a problem with her there. Sitting across from him the chair made an awful sound as she pulled it back all eyes were on her and Evander looked as if he was about to jump out of his skin. "I...Oh um, yeah I um just finished it...Sorry about that I didn't uh mean to startle" she finally managed to get the words out. Almost seventeen years old and still she couldn't find a way to stop stuttering when she had to talk to a guy. No time to dwell on that he was already off doing something else. So she cracked open her charms book to read the chapter for next lesson.