once more, overtime // holiday

[ruley]

Tyson’s Saturday mornings couldn’t exactly be described as relaxing. Sunday was his day off, but that was tomorrow, today had consisted of his morning run around the black lake with a few of his quidditch team mates which had lasted slightly longer that anticipated because of the five minute rest demanded by Addison. Tyson had suspected a long night wandering around the castle at night, but he wasn’t taking guesses at how long his perfecting duties lasted. After his shower he hit the library to finish his god forsaken essay on theoretical defences against the unforgivable curses. Many scholars had gone on record that almost all spells can be countered except these three, what makes them so special? They must have a counter spell. The theories he had researched for the first two seemed plausible although proved finicky and unproductive in tests. As for the third, short of dissecting Mr. Potter and searching his DNA for clues, academics were baffled and undecided on if the third curse was stoppable.

He was now walking out of the Library, free for most of the day except quidditch practise before dinner. He would go easy on the team today though, not because of the morning run which was optional but because the haloween party was coming up and Tyson knew how excited some of his players were for a bit of socialising. Why dampen their spirits with pressure of performing on the field. So long as they kept their heads on straight and played as a team at practises, he didn’t mind them discussing outfits and what not between passes. He chuckled slightly as his insinuation that the team should do a coordinated effort was met with suspicion given how the girls wanted to distinguish themselves and the guys weren’t looking to put that much effort into it.

Tyson still needed an outfit; he would cobble one together at some point. If all else fails, he could done a suit and pretend to be Dracula or some other evil fiend. It gave him pause for thought if he had a cane somewhere to complete the look. He shook his head slightly he could contemplate a better ideas some other time. Right now he needed some rest and relaxation before the afternoon. He crashed on a bench by a window in the corridor and pulled a book out of his back pocket. A fiction comedy novel about a quidditch team’s efforts to sabotage their opponents, with a bit of romantic comedy attempted to be thrown in for good measure. It was a rubbish book but he promised a friend he’d get round to reading it at some point.

[holiday]

Holly felt anger building up inside her and she felt tears welling to the surface as well. For a shy girl, she was sure getting angry and quick. She had no idea how to even calm herself down. She took a step toward the boy in front of her and raised her hand in the process. She swung and heard the slap. "I don't know you and wish I had never let you depurify me. You're a bastard and I want nothing to do with you." She turned at this point and grateful; for what she was wearing that day.

She ran and ran with all her might down the long corridor. She breathed in and out of her mouth, her red hair flying as she ran. Thoughts kept coarsing through her head and tears ran down her face. She slowed as she saw her longtime sitting on a bench reading a book. She sat down next to him and buried her face in her hands. She cried and felt her body shudder as she did so. She stood up and walked over to a window and opened it and she let out a scream of anger, frustration, and sadness.

She walked back over to Tyson and tears still rolled down her face and she rested her head on his shoulder sniffling as she cried. "Tyson, let's go to the room of requirement and talk." She stood up and managed a weak smile and started after a moment and walked in a way that showed she was upset. She was good at hiding what she was sad about from other people. She blinked and more tears fell down her face as she walked along the hallway.

[ruley]

Tyson had heard what he picked out to be muffled yelling in the background, oblivious to the situation at hand has he finished a chapter in his book. It seems blowing up brooms in mid air is a fast way to get on the quidditch review board... and wanted by the authorities if the book was to be believed, which Tyson thought it was. He didn't have much left before he could throw it back at his dorm buddy and tell him what a waste of time it was, but it was at least letting him unwind, something Tyson rarely did, being hallways through his NEWT years.

His contemplation was interrupted by the arrival of a young red haired girl at his side who Tyson immediately recognised as Holiday, with her face buried in her hands, tears streaming down her face. Before Tyson could speak she strode towards the window and yelled at the top of her lungs to the outside world. Some of the owls delivering mail would have gotten rattled, that's for sure. As she walked back Tyson got up to meet her halfway.

Holiday and Tyson had been in similar situations before, but he couldn't recall any that had been this explosive in recent memory. What had she gotten herself into this time? "Sure, lead the way." Tyson began, walking along side the young Ravenclaw, putting a comforting hand behind her back as the strode up the stairs. Tyson himself was an only child, he had never had to deal with problems from siblings that required a more delicate touch and since most of the friends in his house were guys who scorned at the thought of displaying emotion, he didn't talk around the subject much either. But he did his best with what he was presented with. "What's happened?" Was all Tyson could managed to drop in without giving Holiday space to let out her emotions. He felt around his jacket for a tissue, but not being able to find one made him hope the room of requirement had some inside.

[holiday]

The doors to the room of requirement opened and inside was a fireplace already started with a couch in front of it. There was also a table that had a box of tissues on top of it along with to mugs of steaming cocoa. She grabbed a tissue and dabbed the tears away from her eyes and dried the tears that had falln down her pretty face. She then handed one of the mugs to Tyson and she sat on the couch curling her legs underneath her. "Tyson, I hope you dont get too mad at me."

She sighed as she proceeded to tell him what had happened. "In not so many details, Marcus deflowered me and then kicked me to the curb. He used me and then threw me away like yesterday's news. I already took care of him though in my own way. Tyson, I have a secret I've been meaning to tell you about since I was a fourth year." She bit her lower lip nervously and blinked trying o muster up the courage to tell Tyson her secret.

The secret she withheld from Tyson was that she liked him and thats why she had gotten so mad at Marcus. She had only asked him to depurify her not deflower her. She was hurt, but not so hurt that she couldn't tell Tyson that she had liked him as more than a friend for over a year now. "Tyson, the secret I've withheld from you is that I like you and as more than a friend. I have for over a year now. If you don't feel the same way, I'll just put those feelings aside and continue to be your friend.

[ruley]

Tyson himself didn’t use this room too much, not that he hadn’t tried to. He had attempted to find it early last year but to no avail. However recently he had found it and used it as the base for the Titans, Hogwarts secret underground prank group that was yet to strike at the school. It was a remarkable piece of magical application that Tyson had written a paper on this year for his charms class. But Holiday had seemingly conjured up the perfect room to meet their needs. He was pondering if it was a little too perfect but that’s what the room did, wasn’t it? He accepted the hot chocolate and dumped his bag in the corner.

As he sat down, he listened to Holidays story, about why she was so angry and felt the need to vent it. This wasn’t such an unexpected shock to Tyson. Holiday was young and naive in many respects when it came to relationships and in Tysons opinion; she had chosen one of the worse guys in the school to get with. Putting aside his own misgivings about Marcus’s surname, he still had enough brain cells to know that he was one to be avoided. Still, the only way we learn is through experience, so Tyson was at least glad Holiday had taken away the right lesson from this encounter. ”If you say you’ve taken care of him, that’s fair enough, but forgive me if I tell Addison to whack a bludger his way in our next game!” Tyson smirked, attempting to life the mood of the dreary situation.

A secret? Since fourth year? Tyson didn’t really have to ponder for long what it could be since it was revealed to him seconds later. It threw him off balance to be sure. Tyson viewed Holiday as a younger sister, someone who would always come to him for homework help, if not blatantly for him to do it for her and Holiday coming to him with her problems was Tyson had come to expect. But he had never considered having feelings for her. Maybe initially during his fifth year when she was in her third, but only because of peer pressure and the jokes that were made by his fellow Gryffindors. Now? He wasn’t so sure. ”Hol... It’s not that I don’t feel the same way...” he began, treading lightly. ”But you must understand, I see you as a little sister most of the time.” He paused, searching for the right words as he put her arm around her. ”If you want me to view you as more you’d need to give me time.” He finished, taking a sip of hot chocolate and rubbing her side with the arm around her, hoping that he had at least defused the situation and put her on stable ground.