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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 13, 2006 9:29:47 GMT
Boggleworth was worried and not unduly, he had been very busy lately, too busy; he had neglected Grace, of course she could easily look after herself, but she shouldn't have to. He'd had a lot of sorting with the Prefects, the Guild and of course new lessons too, but now was high time to be with Grace, but could he find her?
She had seemingly disappeared, he had been searching the castle for a number of hours now, his Grace Radar wasn't usually this bad, and so now he was even more worried thoughts started going through his head stupid thoughts to start with of Fernand having his way with Grace, he pushed those aside knowing they couldn't possibly be true, but then darker thoughts crept in, what if she lay injured somewhere? Or worse dead?
He gulped and visibly tried to settle himself down.
"I'm sure I'll find her soon," he muttered. But he didn't...
Looking at his prefect timetable he saw that Grace should presently be coming on duty so he set off to her usual haunt, around the Hufflepuff common room to start with. He prayed that she was safe...
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 13, 2006 18:52:06 GMT
Grace had just come on duty. She had been a little late but it didn't matter, nothing ever happened during her shift. She left the common room and began down the corridor making her way towards the stair case to the upper floor.
She was very quiet of late, not having much to contribute to anyones life. She could not help but feel that if she loved anyone else, that they would leave as well. She had not seen her friends in ages and classes were not the best time to socialize. She was missing everyone and they were nowhere to be found.
She reached the stairs and began to climb. She ran her fingers over the uneven bricks next to her head and continued pondering and soul searching. She heard hurried footsteps in the corridor behind her but she didn't care. Grace just continued walking up the stairs and running her fingers on the wall.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 14, 2006 12:13:12 GMT
Boggleworth's long search was finally over, it had been both physically and mentally wearying, running around the corrisdors of Hogwarts all day takes it out of you, but it had been worth it.
He ran up behind Grace and shouted joyously
"Grace! I've found you at last, man you're difficult to find you know, I've been searching for you all day, where have you been hiding?"
He hugged Grace tightly thoroughly pleased to meet her.
"What have you been up to?" he asked noticing she didn't look herself.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 17, 2006 14:41:47 GMT
Grace ignored the footsteps behind her but found it difficult to ignore the person when it hugged her. She looked into the face of the person who had embraced her and began to cry. It was Bog! She delicately wrapped her arms around his neck had held him tight. She could not say anything but held him in her arms and sobbed. It had been too long since she had seen him and she never wanted to let go.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 17, 2006 14:53:52 GMT
Locked in Grace's embrace Boggleworth had no choice but to kiss her rather than speak both of which he loved. Any worries he had harboured just moments before fled as he held her close, his love for her brimmed over and he suddenly had the random thought of writing her a poem, to really show his love, but for now speaking and of course, joking would work better he judged.
"Awe Grace, I do love you so, have I said that before?" he teased then noticing she was crying he whispered
"good grief, why are you crying? Am I that bad?" he asked jokingly holding her head in his hands and grinning into her eyes. Seeing the ever present sorrow locked in the corners a sudden doubt entered his mind again, what if she had seen him again?. He tried not to show his concern though, for the moment at least.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 17, 2006 15:01:21 GMT
Grace's eyes sparckled stormy sea-blue with tears. She did her best not to let any more spill. She smiled as best as she could and sniffed. "It's just been so long..." she whispered explaining the tears, then she added, "and I'm just so tired, i's all! It's good to see you again, I've missed you."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 17, 2006 15:15:59 GMT
tiried? Is that because she's been sleeping around? barged in Henry. Startled by Henry's sudden appearance and extremely rude comment Boggleworth replied to him savagely
don't be a friggin plonker!
just voicing what you're thinking,
that is not what I'm thinking! argued Boggleworth flabbergasted.
maybe I should tell her
what, you wouldn't, it's a lie anyway, it is not what I think said Boggleworth in a rush hoping to dissuade Henry from such a rash and stupid action.
I can just tell her the truth
it isn't the truth
"Not as much as I've missed you!" countered Boggleworth, "Do you still have loads of nightmares? Is that why you are tiried?" He asked concern ever present in his eyes.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 17, 2006 15:42:54 GMT
Grace smiled as Bog mentioned missing her more but it quickly faded when he mentioned nightmares. She had been having nightmares lately but these were different to the ones Bog and Girty knew about. These were of werewolves and broken legs, always strewn with blood and tears. She wakes in a cold sweat and doesn't sleep again. She doesn't like the nightmares or the helpless feeling she felt in her waking hours.
She dropped her gaze and nodded. She wasn't going to give him more then that. Wanting to change the topic, Grace looked back to Bog and asked, "what have you been up too? You seem like a ghost, disappearing and all."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 17, 2006 16:38:26 GMT
"I'm no ghost," muttered Boggleworth then continued dismissively
"A bit of this and a bit of that," wanting to steer clear of that conversation.
"Why not just open up Grace? What are the nightmares about?"
bit of a hypocrite aren't you!
I'm not... well that's different,
just tell her what you think
it isn't what I think though
are you sure?
yes of course I'm sure! Now stop trying to put doubt in my mind, it won't work
But Henry had achieved his goal, doubt now knawed at Boggleworth.
what if she has kissed him again?
or worse
or wor, no, stop putting this stupid doubt in my mind! She wouldn't
would she? of course she would, temptation can be too great, she kissed him once, why not again
Boggleworth broke the embrace and looked at Grace as the doubt that Henry had started began to worsen.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 20, 2006 20:39:05 GMT
Grace met Bog's distracted gaze. She didn't want to tell him what she was when she closed her eyes and slept. She did not want to impart those horrible images on him. She did not want to tell him that she saw him being torn apart; she did not want to tell him that she was afraid to sleep because he tore her apart and that it ate her inside to think it was even remotely possible.
She blinked away tears at the memories of sleepless nights pondering the real fury of the only one she loved. "I -" she stuttered and faltered, "there's nothing to tell, really. Just the same old same old. Your funny little object doesn't help. I have been thinking I should eat it, maybe then they'll go away." She dropped her gaze and avoided Bogs gaze.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 20, 2006 20:51:41 GMT
Henry had persistently been trying to persuade Boggleworth that Grace was totally unfaithful and didn't deserve Boggleworth's love. But so far Boggleworth had stood resolute against such stupid accusations, now a tiny chink appeared in his armour.
"The same old same old," he repeated with a moan, "you never open up do you? You never tell the whole truth first time, did you tell...Girty about them?" he asked just barely keeping the suspicion and the dreaded name away.
"No that doesn't matter!" he continued, before Grace could speak.
"I love you, and if you do love me too, then we will defeat all the odds." His voice firmed up with passion.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 20, 2006 21:04:37 GMT
... Girty ... Grace thought, she had not seen her in ages either. Even if she had seen Girty, she would not have told her about her nightmares; Grace would tell no one, it was too horrible. But now, what was even more horrible was Bog. He was acting like everything was okay, as though everything would be alright, that all her insecurities were nothing more then the feeble idolatries of a stupid little girl. She resented this and all that it implied but she said nothing of it. "I do love you Bog," she whispered, "you do believe me don't you?" I just don't know any more.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 26, 2006 15:57:48 GMT
Boggleworth smirked, "of course I believe you, cause I'm madly in love with you, I'm wrapped round your little finger and you don't even know it," he muttered getting agitated.
"I don't think you believe it anymore, you trust nobody, not Jac, Girty or me, not even yourself," He whispered stumbling away from Grace,
"you've got me in your hand, I'm powerless, and yet you left me, how long was I gone for? Eh? A matter of days and not because I bloody well wanted to," he snarled a tear rolling down his cheek he was so passionate.
"Either take me...or discard me, don't toy with me, you can have anyone," and then Boggleworth knew she could have her pick of all and yet she had given him a moment, but she lacked so much self-confidence, she didn't even know it herself.
"I'm not good enough for you, and don't tell me I am, because I'm not! What am I? A murderer is what I am, ever since the troll, that's when the rot set in!" he shouted passionately.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Sept 27, 2006 19:15:37 GMT
Grace blinked, her eyes glistening with tears. Where was all this coming from, what had she done to deserve this kind of treatment. "What has gotten into you, Bog?" she said slowly, softly, a tears running down her cheek, "what have I done? Please, tell me what I've done wrong so I can fix it!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Sept 27, 2006 19:24:44 GMT
"You know perfectly well!" retorted Boggleworth a tad fiercely, "I could stand the no confidence, if it were really true, but somehow, you had sufficient to snog someone didn't you!" He shouted severley agitated
"If I find out who it was..." he threatened clenching his fists,
now this is more like it, but now sadly I realise that it isn't you, the angry face doesn't suit at all, and you start to cry for goodness sake, it just will not do, I swear I never started blarting
you want me like this
well I don't now, so stop it, otherwise I'll slap you silly
Slowly but surely Boggleworth began to calm down as Henry reasoned with him. He looked at Grace pleadingly wondering quite what he had said in his anger, but she would know he hadn't meant it, wouldn't she...?
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