[Lake] Disaster on Ice [fay]

[Felicity Locke]

“Mm.” Was the only coherent response she could manage. By the way Kieran seemed to space out again, she assumed it was something he would rather not talk about, so she didn’t pry. Even if she was curious about his parents, and why he never spoke about them. Then again, Fay usually never mentioned her father. But, her mother had enough crazy stories to keep anyone from prying. “And her owning a candy shop was probably not the best idea. She’s already too hyper for her own good.” Felicity rolled her eyes.

“True, I guess. But you could always make the party interesting.” She shrugged lightly. “But I don’t really have anything to compare it to, I’ve only been to the club a couple times.” And each one of those times she refused to dance lest she take out everyone in the club. Grimacing at the thought, Fay quickly switched her thoughts back to the dress. “Low-cut, yes, feathery, no. I draw my line at any sort of ruffle or feather.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll not get into detail though, if you’re curious just ask someone who was there.” Fay muttered, shooting him a small glare.

“You make it sound so easy.” She grumbled, crossing her arms. Of course, he could just live a completely oblivious life and be happy as a clam, while Fay walked around always worrying about something. It eased up a bit when the drama in her life lessened, but nobody can avoid drama forever. “I can save my own bum thank you. I’ve managed to not die so far.” Felicity shrugged at his response and grinned slightly. “Again, I was thirteen, how was I supposed to know the difference?” Fay pursed her lips. “Well, maybe I should’ve beaten him too so he wouldn’t make fun of you. He’s not terrified of me yet is he?”

“…Promise?” When there was someone else with you, the situation couldn’t be nearly as bad. Actually, she knew from experience. How many times had she been placed into a strange situation? She lost count by now. But each time, there was always at least one other person with her. Albeit, Harrison wasn’t exactly the bravest of fellows and Bray usually had some sarcastic comment on the situation, but it was still better than being alone.

Even if Kieran did deny that it was her fault, how could she suddenly change her mindset after sixteen years of believing it was? Whenever she would tell Bray, his usual response was ‘You’re a veela, what do you expect?’ Her mother would always try to comfort her, but always ended up telling Fay that it was just a veela’s nature. So, in essence, it was all her fault. She placed too many expectations on herself for those reasons. Her mother could control the charm, so why couldn’t she?

And why was she the one to get all the attention, when she would much rather fade into the background and let some other girl have the limelight? Felicity knew, even now, that her friends still felt uncomfortable with her. What if she slipped up? What would happen to them? She could never be really sure if when she was talking to someone they were sincere or just trying to impress her. Maybe that’s why she got along to well with Bradyn. He was completely blunt about everything, so she knew he wouldn’t lie to her.

For a moment, Felicity actually thought she had gotten through to him. Maybe he had broken the charm on his own. She waited, internally cringing and waiting for the shouting that would surely come. He would regret this soon and start apologizing, that’s what always happened. But he spoke again, and not in the manner she expected. A shocked look crossed over her face as she looked back up at him. Her lips parted for a moment, before shutting once more. She looked down at her hands again, refusing to meet his gaze. “You say that now, but you’re going to wake up after all this and regret every word.” Fay sucked in a breath through her teeth. “That’s how it always happens.”

But he wouldn’t give up. He was always rather persistent, but not to such a degree. She couldn’t think of anything to say as he ranted, just continued to stare down at her shaky hands. As she sat, unmoving, she could finally begin to feel the cold sink in. Her jacket was wet from her lying on the ice, and her pants were soaked from sitting on the ice. A breeze blew past them, catching a few strands of her hair and whipping them across her face.

How could she not believe him, when he put so much force into his speech? Angry moisture filled at the edge of her eyes, blurring her vision. Fay quickly wiped her hand across her eyes before any tears could escape. His voice was still defeated, and it was all her fault. Clenching her jaw, she slid forward the extra little way and gripped his hands. Her nearly ice cold fingers must’ve been a shock to him. “Don’t say it like that. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that.” She breathed in through her nose to calm herself before continuing. “You’re probably the funniest person I’ve ever met, and somehow you always manage to make me smile. And yes, you are cute you silly boy.”

And then she dropped his hands so quickly it seemed like he burned her. “Don’t try to take the blame off of me. If I was actually strong enough, you wouldn’t be like this. And both of us would’ve left here completely unharmed save for a few bruises from falling.” Her eyes tightened in a tortured expression as she looked away. “Nobody ever means what they say when they’re like this. Veela’s usually use their charm to boost their own confidence. Selfish by nature.”

[Kieran Davies]

Kieran didnt want to bore her by ranting about his idiotic parents, Kieran wasnt exactly chuffed with what he had been born to, a pair of Slytherins. My my, Kieran must have been quite the dissapointment when they learned he wasnt prejudice against muggles. They had given him grief about it, and when he had been sorted into Gryffindor, they didnt speak to him for a month. Not that it mattered much to him, but he could just imagine telling his mum about Fay being part veela. He was sure his mum would have a heart attack. "At least she's a laugh." The thought of running a sweet shop to his parents was like asking to marry a muggle. If they didnt have decent money, a larger than average house and proper 'slytherin attitude' they werent worth bothering with. Kieran vowed to never become like them, he'd even thought about asking a muggle to marry him, just to see their reaction. "Feathers was a no go then eh?" He smiled at Fay as he tried to keep himself still, "Fay... It was just a ball... Besides I was not going to be a third wheel to Ollie and Rie and Lucas and whoever. So I slept instead."

"It is easy, you should give it a try sometime. You never know, you might just enjoy it." You never knew until you tried, did you? Kieran was quite content to have his head in the clouds and watch the world pass him by slowly, preferring not to get into he domestic squabbles and pointless teenage drama, Kieran was completley worry free. Well, for the most part. Of course, when he got into life threatening situations, or when he was stuck, lost in the forest with a fourth year Gryffindor girl, then he started to lose his nerve and get a bit worried. "I dont know how you were supposed to know, you just were." He'd have carried on walking and never mentioned it again if she'd have let him, but no, she pinned him to a wall, stuck a wand at his throat and kneed him in the gonads. Nice. "He would still make fun, but I'm used to it now."

He knew Fay was always thinking, always worrying. The what if’s and the could be’s were always a high possibility for her, he knew her well enough to know that, even though she may like her alone time, she also liked having people around her in case something bad happened. ”I promise.” He repeated with a smile. He never thought he would have to tell her he would always be there, he just assumed she knew. Obviously his assumption had been very badly misguided. Sometimes Kieran found himself wondering if she trusted him, or if she just had him around for the hell of it.

If you go looking for ways in which it is your fault, you will always find it since there’s fault in everything we do. No matter how small or unnoticeable. It was probably somehow Kieran’s fault that a bird or something somewhere might be in pain. The butterfly effect, step on something, everything else follows creating a ripple and setting off a chain of events. The decisions people made shaped them, and if Fay made the choice to blame herself, then she would forever be paranoid and self conscious, believing everything was her own fault.

At least she wasn’t neglected. Some girls walk past him everyday, sit in the same class, but half of them he could not name. Seven years he’d been in this school, and he didn’t know half the people’s names in his own year, though most knew his.
If Fay slipped up, she slipped up. Make a mistake. Learn from it and better yourself. He’d have said something along those lines if she had voiced it. People made mistakes. The world was a bit harsh that way.

The two remained in silence for a good few minutes, his thoughts of her occupying his mind. He hadn’t broken the charm, that was an impossibility for him, though even if he did, he’d already made his mind up to not apologize. He was through apologizing, he’d get over it if she shot him down, he’d still be around as her friend, but he’d know where he stood at any rate, they say sometimes not knowing is better, Kieran found the unknown a lot worse. ”Don’t bank on it.” He mumbled, though loud enough to hear him, still avoiding her gaze. ”See, you’re wrong. Its not how it always happens. I didn’t regret last time, you just never gave me a chance to tell you that so eventually I gave up and said I was sorry, but I wasn’t sorry, not in the slightest.” She may have been sorry for it, but he wasn’t.

Kieran couldn’t help being persistent and sometimes rather arrogant. He figured he may as well inherit something from those two nitwits he called parents. Their persistence, arrogance and stubbornness had definatly been given to Kieran, though he didn’t agree with what they said or did, he had to admit, both his parents were strong people and able to handle just about as many emotional blows and idiocies as you could imagine.

Kieran’s words had been truth, somethings he should have probably said in a less intoxicated by veela charm, state, but he knew he wouldn’t have had the guts to say it. His eyes shifted upwards to her as the silence wore on, he saw her wipe her hand over her eyes, was she angry? Kieran didn’t know, he did know however, that he would not be the one breaking the silence this time. Almost as though on cue, Kieran felt a pair of cold hands in his and snapped his head up, surprised that she was sat close to him again, confusion of why she had grabbed his hands and slight bewilderment too as she spoke. Though before he could answer, she dropped his hands and began to rant off again.

”And if you had been strong enough to stop it I would never have told you the truth would I?”[/color] His voice now took on a slightly frustrated tone, it seemed to him now, they were back to square one, back to not looking at each other and back to keeping the distance. ”I would never have told you the truth about that night, I would never have told you the truth today either. In ten years from now I probably never would have.” Arent Gryffindor’s supposed to be brave? Obviously Kieran missed that memo. ”Well then I guess it doesn’t matter, after all if I’m not speaking the truth, who really cares right? Is that it? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, that’s a load of crock.” He gave a sort of sharp jab with his head and gave a sarcastic kind of laugh. ”You wouldn’t know If I was telling the truth or not would you? You wouldn’t let me talk to you last time and it’s doubtful you will this time.” Maybe if she had have let him talk, she’d have realised, a year ago, she charmed someone who actually did like her, and was just a little too frightened to admit it.[/size][/font]

[Felicity Locke]

Christi nearly exploded with happiness every time Fay walked into Honeydukes with one of her friends. Though, Fay wasn’t exactly sure if she had properly introduced Kieran to Christi yet. Hm, better make a mental note to remember to do that. “Yea, dunno what I’d do without her.” A small smile curved across her lips as she spoke, chuckling softly under her breath. Felicity glanced back up at Kieran as he spoke. A pout had her pushing her lower lip out. “You should’ve come, I was left all alone. Bray went off to talk to Ellie, and then Harri left to go talk to…whoever I don’t know. I was the idiot by the refreshment table.” She muttered, her cheeks enflamed red at the memory.

“Actually have fun? Blasphemy my good man!” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Plus, who’s going to worry about you then? You obviously don’t.” Fay waved her finger and ‘tsked’ at him. She rolled her eyes at him again and sighed. “Yea, because I have telepathy and just know how that sort of thing feels.” Alright, she’d admit it was a bit too far to scar the boy out of his wits by being beaten up by a girl at least a foot smaller than he was at the time. “Guess I should expect that from Ollie.”

A grin broke along her face at his response. “Good! I’ll hold you to that too mister. I seem to get into a lot of troublesome situations.” Let’s see, her leg was nearly burned off by Ash, cracked her skull during a fight, nearly killed by a crazed dentist boggart with Harri and, oh yes, can’t forget the suits of armor bent on chopping Fay up into little bits. Hogwarts wasn’t safe by any means.

Now wasn’t it horrible to go unnoticed? Just for that reason, Felicity made sure to know everyone in every one of her classes, even if they didn’t want to know her. She tried to speak to the flustered boy sitting in the back, who was too shy to even say a word. It wasn’t fair for one person to gain more attention because they were better looking, or because they just happened to be a veela, or anything special. A girl could be crushing on a boy for most of her life, and he could go through the day without even knowing her name just because she wasn’t as outspoken as some. Life was truly unfair.

“Don’t bank on it.”

Felicity’s shocked face flashed up for a moment. He still avoided looking at her though as he spoke, so he obviously couldn’t see the open surprise on her face. “You…didn’t…” Now that she thought about it, he did try to speak to her, but she was so frightened of what he might say that she ran off. Each time he brought it up, she would go completely silent and refuse to say anything, more ashamed with herself and afraid of what he was about to say than anything else. “…You’re not mad at me?” For a Ravenclaw, she could be so completely ignorant when it came to other people’s feelings about her.

Her ‘victims’ weren’t usually this sensible. Most of the time, they just tried to get as close to her as possible and coo compliments into her ear until she was so sick she thought she would faint. Yet here Kieran sat, making no attempt to move closer to her, but just spilling his guts like a drunken fool. And though she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn’t help but feel that there must be some truth in his words. Almost as if an epiphany had hit her, her eyes widened. She felt like a right idiot now.

Fay shuddered again, and she gripped her hands tightly together. If they stayed out here any longer, she would most certainly freeze. “…” She was clinging to tightly on her own hands that her knuckles were turning white with the effort. “But…” Felicity glanced back up at him again, and winced as his voice took a harsh tone. “You deserve someone better.” Fay whispered. She pressed her lips together and looked back down at her hands, afraid her eyes would tear up again. “We should get back. It’s getting cold.” Fay whispered, not trusting herself to speak loud enough because her voice might shake.

She moved a little away from Kieran and got onto her hands and knees. Felicity let out a sharp hiss as the cold ice burned her already freezing hands. But, none the less, she moved her foot so she could dig her skate into the ice. Fay did the same with the other, and actually managed to stand up on the ice. She shuddered as she was buffeted by another cold draft, and the chill through her seemed to break whatever small charm was still radiating from her. Wincing, she stuck out her hand to Kieran—still without meeting his gaze—and waited. “I’m sorry about all of this.” She muttered after a moment of silence.

[Kieran Davies]

No, Kieran had only met Christi briefly when he went to drop something off in Honeydukes for Fay over a year ago. He rarely went into the sweetshop due to sweets not agreeing with him half the time and until recently, he had no need to go into the shop either. Occasionally now he would pop in to see Fay when she was helping out, but he rarely stayed for very long, the sweet smell often made him feel sick. "You should have come and found me then, Im sure the fat lady would have yelled up to me." Though he felt a little bad now by not going. If he had, they both could have been the idiots by the refreshment table.

"Oh you can have fun, Fay I'm sure. If you let yourself." He laughed at Fay, nobody needed to worry about him, he didnt worry about himself so why should anyone else? "No, I dont worry. If you keep worrying you're going to get lines on your pretty lil head you know. Wrinkles at sixteen, imagine that." He shrugged, he figured Fay would be one of the only people who could actually get away with wrinkles, being a veela an' all.

"Know why?" He crossed his arms and smiled at her, "Because you're always worrying about bad stuff that you go looking for bad stuff unintentionally, and when bad stuff finds you, you worry even more and therein lies the secret to all your troublesome situations." Kieran himself managed to avoid most of the trouble around the school, he had not been attacked by any crazed suits of armour, nor chased by a tree hell bent on killing him and a friend. Unlike Rieko and Ollie.

Kieran, without him being bigheaded, often got noticed because of who he was, though in a way he felt like he never did. He was never really noticed by the person he wanted to be noticed by, and though she never realised, he often went out of his way just to let her know he was there like, 'yeah hello im alive and over here.' Kieran never noticed many people, because the ones he did notice half the time were too much for his brain to compute. It was hard enough sometimes to remember people he knew, let alone those he didnt know.

He didnt look up until Fay spoke, missing the shocked expression, now her face was just kind of blank. Yes he had tried to talk to her, numerous times but she avoided him and the subject for a long time afterward so in reality, there was nothing he could have done about it. He knew the fact that she had charmed him, and had let it go as far as it went and because of that, she was ashamed of herself. "Course I'm not mad. A little upset by the fact you avoided me and wouldnt let me actually tell you that I wasnt sorry it had happened, and the fact it felt like I had to lie for you to be able to stay around me for than five minutes. But no, I'm not mad."

Kieran wasnt this sensible last time. Though due to the screwed up magic and the fact he already liked her without the charm, plus having the fact she may as well have rejected him, the Charm had taken on a negative effect on him, of course. A rambling, spill your guts and tell your life story kind of negative. He saw her eyes widen, but he didnt know why, and chose to look away. Everything had a bad side and an upside, this must be the downside of the charm, depressing people. Nice one.

She spoke again and he looked up. It had become a reaction now, just something he did. Like when you were sat waiting for something, every noise you heard you opened your eyes too, yet each time it was a dissapointment and you closed your eyes again. Once more, Fay put herself down by saying he deserved someone better, he let out a long breath and shook his head in disbelief as he looked back down to the ice again. He could do better? Yeah. Funny. "There is no one better." After a moment he spoke those five small words, and once again he said it without looking to her. "...fine." Was his only reply to getting back to the castle. At least back in his common room he could hide under his bed and try to forget being rejected, he was sure the house elves would bring food to him.

"Im only sorry you dont believe me." Though Kieran was well aware Fay was now stood up, he still remained on the ice. The cold was slowly beginning to numb his body and it felt pretty good to have no sense of feeling. He was afraid that if he felt, the weight of her rejection would be worse standing up, then it would be sitting on the ice. He was probably over-dramatising things but Kieran Davies did not handle rejection well at the best of times. Least of all under the influence. Though, he couldnt stay down here forever, he didnt meet her gaze, only looked at her hand as she held it out, debating whether or not to take it. More like having an inner war with himself. Take the hand of the girl who rejected him and be a bigger man? Or slap it away in a huff and storm, well skate, off? Without thinking, his hand had clasped hers as he tried to stand himself up, suddenly forgetting how to use his legs though and nearly falling back over again. Though somehow, he managed to steady himself and stay upright, looking down to Fay's hand, realising he still had hold of it, he let it fall back to her side. It felt slightly awkward to hold her hand for the moment after just being told 'no'. What an ugly word. "Lets try to get off this ice..." Though that in itself was going to be easier said than done.

[Felicity Locke]

A way to Fay’s heart was always through chocolate. Actually, it was probably a way to any woman’s heart. Her mother usually let her sneak off with some candy of her choice before Fay left after helping her mom with the store. Speaking of which, she’d have to stop down there to go grab another chocolate bar, she was running dangerously low on them. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt your nap. Plus, if you weren’t at the dance then, why would I bother you to come down? It seems rather rude.” She could almost hear her mother scolding her in her head. ‘Now Felicity, a gentleman always has time for a lady.’

“Well I might need to enlist some help then Mr. Davies. Up for the challenge? She raised one eyebrow and managed a serious face for all of two seconds before cracking a smile. “Wrinkles? I think not. I’m pretty sure my mum would find a way to rid me of those.” Fay grimaced. “Probably stretch my skin back or something. Or make up some crazy remedy that she made up on a whim.” Felicity shuddered at the thought. “Wrinkles sound rather horrid now actually.”

Felicity huffed and placed her hands on her hips. “I do not! I didn’t go looking for danger when I was on my prefect route. The stupid suits of armor came and attacked me. Wasn’t my fault in the slightest.” She glanced over at the castle and made a face. “Bloody pieces of metal.” Fay still refused to walk down that hallway unless she was forced to. The suits of armor looked sinister even without faces.

It wasn’t much like she chose to stand out. She just…did. Christi had always basked in attention, while Fay always seemed to be a little awkward when the spot light was placed on her. Now if it was just with her friends, she could handle it, mostly. When it got to be too much, she would switch the attention to someone else and quickly hide in the background. Even when she did like someone, she tended to avoid them rather than get them to notice her. Mostly because she’d either stutter, blush, or say something stupid. With all of that confidence, there had to be some sort of dent in her armor.

She winced as he responded. “I’m sorry, I was being rather self absorbed wasn’t I?” Felicity attempted a small smile, but it didn’t quite seem right. Ashamed? Of course she was. Anyone else in her position would probably feel the same way. Charming one of her best friends because she was irresponsible and fueled by her own wants probably wasn’t something to be proud of. “I just sort of assumed you would be mad.” She grimaced and glanced up at the sky, avoiding looking at him. “I was afraid of what you would say.”

A veela’s charm was something often praised by other girls, who envied the race on their looks and ability to attract men so easily. Christi was quite happy with it, while Felicity would rather be without it. She was often told that she took it for granted. Girls would die for that kind of gift. Her mother didn’t exactly understand her views either, but at least she accepted it. Her father wasn’t exactly there to witness the destruction her charm caused in later years. What would he have to say about it?

She had spoken so softly, she wasn’t quite sure he heard her. He didn’t seem to react for a moment, until he looked back up at her. She held his gaze for only a brief time, before quickly looking back down at her pale hands. Her hands were still shaking, but whether it was from the cold or not she wasn’t sure anymore. “You haven’t looked hard enough.” She couldn’t look at him, his defeated expression was killing her. Didn’t he understand it was all her fault? “I’m not fit for anyone, you have to understand that.” For more reasons than just one too.

“…I…” She couldn’t finish the thought, and just fell silent. Felicity waited, with her hand still outstretched, for him to take it. After deliberating for a moment, he decided to actually take the offered hand. Fay’s balance was thrown off for a moment, but she managed to not fall down. Now that was a feat! She hadn’t really noticed that she had still been holding his hand, but she flushed when he pulled his hand away. “And soon. I think I might freeze otherwise.” She muttered, glaring at the ground as she tried to slowly skate forward.

[Kieran Davies]

If Kieran had known it was that easy to get into her heart, he’d have bought her chocolate everyday. Though he didn’t, so he settled for the next best thing, just being Fay’s friend. Kieran would be the first to admit he was lucky she gave him the time of day, afterall a lot of people didn’t. Kieran was considered a ‘jock of Gryffindor’ by many people, and those who disliked the popular jock types disliked Kieran. However, Fay had given him a chance, and asides from a few muckings up he was sure he hadn’t done anything that would make her regret her decision. Though, this was always assuming. ”I wouldn’t have minded being woken up as long as you brought me a nice hot coffee!” He laughed, brushing his hand through his hair. It was a little trait of his, he laughed, he brushed. Simple as usually. ”Cant function in a morning with no coffee.” He didn’t know how these tea drinkers did it.

Cracking his hand to his head in a salute, he suddenly became stiff and rigid as though in the army, ”Aye, aye, Maam! I am always ready for a challenge, miss.” Dropping his hand, he looked a moment dumbfounded at the sudden change to wrinkles, then realised he had been the one to bring the subject up himself. Kieran had only met Fay’s mum in passing, but he had heard about her obsessive nature when it came to Fay’s appearance. He could almost see her, wand to Fay’s face, being slightly outraged at the wrinkles. This mental image made him laugh.

”Inadvertantly” He stressed the word, ”You inadvertently go looking for trouble. I didn’t mean by any stretch that it was your fault. I just think your mind is in constant danger mode and therefore you always find yourself in trouble because in your sub-conscious, you’re looking for it.” Though he must admit, those suits of armour were lethal as of late. ”You would have thought Hubbles would have gotten rid of those armour suits by now wouldn’t you? The amount of people they’ve been attacking.” Though saying that, rumour had it Hubbles was no longer in a fit state of mind.

Felicity Locke stood out like a sore thumb. Of course Kieran would never tell her this, standing out and being the centre of attention was not her thing, whereas Kieran and a few others tended to love the limelight. He loved who he was and was not scared to be big headed about himself. Much to the annoyance of some people. As far as he was concerned, if people gave you attention it was rude to just ignore it or try to push it away, though if he was honest that was just an excuse he used to try to make him seem a little less arrogant than he was. He would have thought Fay would have been used to having the spotlight on her by now, but he wasn’t fool enough to believe that she was. She didn’t like it, and that was just the way she was. Modest.

”Yeah you were a little bit.” Kieran was truthful, he usually spoke what he thought if he thought the truth needed to be said. She had been self absorbed, not stopping to listen to him, only stopping when he had yelled after her he was sorry. Which, back then, was the only way he could keep her attention long enough, but unfortunately, he found out he couldn’t keep her attention long enough to retract it. And once he had said he was sorry, he honestly felt like he couldn’t take it back, until now. ”You were afraid if I said something like I did say? That I was sorry, and it shouldn’t have happened? That it would never happen again?” He shook his head in disbelief. ”I only said that because I thought it was what you wanted to hear. I didn’t want to say it, it wasn’t true it was a blatent outward lie. But I said it anyway, it seemed the only way to keep you focused for more than thirty damn seconds.”

To people who didn’t know Fay. She was the veela of Ravenclaw. A beautiful face with a powerful charm. Though to those he knew her, she was kind and sensitive. A little sarcastic sometimes sure, but otherwise a barrel of laughs to be around. Kieran valued her opinions, he always asked her what she thought because usually she was right. He would like to tell her losing control of her charm wasn’t her fault, that it happened but knew damn well she wouldn’t listen. What did she expect? She was sixteen, there were veelas out there older than Fay who had less control. She shouldn’t be ashamed of who she was.

”Ever considered I don’t want to look hard enough?” His tone was flat, he just didn’t understand why she couldn’t understand that he liked her. Whether they became anything right now, Kieran didn’t care about. He just couldn’t see why she thought so low of herself. The two remained silent, sat on the ice. Kieran was sure if they stayed here any longer frostbite might set in and loss of limb may occur, and yet this thought did not bother him. Lose an arm? Leg maybe, he could deal if she actually could understand his point of view. Besides, the healer could fit his limb back on in a jiffy. ”No, no I don’t have to understand it! In fact I don’t understand it, its completely ridiculous Felicity!” Kieran never called Fay, Felicity unless he got a little stressed with her sometimes. It was rare, but occasionally it happened. ”You are fit for someone. You deserve someone-gods sake Fay you deserve to have someone to make you happy! To cuddle you when you’re upset, to hold you to make you feel better. To just be there when you need someone! For someone to tell you that you’re important to them! For someone to be able to say that you’re…” He sighed and flapped his hands in frustration to his sides. What was the point? She was determined to belittle herself and right now it felt like a chore to pick her back up, but being who he was, he wasn’t just going to leave her.

He would have smiled usually to see her keep her balance, but smiles between the two of them right now seemed to be at a loss. He tried not to look at her, he had seen reflected in her eyes the pain of seeing his own defeated expression, and preferred not to cause Fay pain, he avoided her gaze instead. When Fay began to skate, Kieran stayed a little way behind her, skating a little slower and watching the skate lines from Fay’s own boots. He had already planned not to tell Ollie or Lucas about him being rejected, they never let him live down the fact she had kicked his ass, Kieran wasn’t going to add fuel to the fire on that one.

Eventually they reached the shore, Kieran stepped off the ice and into the snow, with a flick of his wand his ice skates were trainers again. It felt strange to feel the normal ground beneath his feet, rather than the ice. Looking up through the tree’s he let out a sigh. If they left now, they would probably never speak of this again. Yet another small dissapointment. Would he ever actually get the girl to listen to him? Probably not, but there was nothing he could do. ”Guess we should go then.” He wondered if the Great Hall would have anything he could munch his troubles away on.