| Dean/Pansy 001 |
[Aug. 15th, 2008|09:49 pm] |
Dean Thomas had come a long way since the terraced house in Finchley, a fact he couldn't help but make note of as he stood surveying the penthouse he was currently living in. Penthouse. Dean had to repeat the word to himself, shaking his head incrulously. He couldn't quite believe that this place was his.
Okay, technically it wasn't his. Technically it belonged to Parvati and Lavender and his two friends were being nice enough to let him stay with them for the time being. And technically, it was only because of this whole 'alley not letting anyone out'-thing that he was even staying there in the first place. But they were just details and ones that Dean didn't mind ignoring as he surveyed his new home.
It was amazing. There were no other words for it and so it was with a satisfied smile that the Gryffindor slipped out of the penthouse (Parvati and Lavender were doing something particularly girly - painting toenails, spraying perfume or something equally as confusing for someone of the male species) and into the shared lobby, sketchpad and chalks in hand. That was also amazing. Was there nothing about this place that wasn't?
Dean flopped down onto an armchair closest to the window and, opening his sketchpad to a clean page, began to draw. He added lines in an almost lazy manner, his eyes fixed on the view from the window, although a quick glance down would have revealed that what he was capturing on paper was almost identical to what he was really seeing. |
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| Dean/Charlie 001 |
[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Dean could breathe Finally, he could breathe. The stifling atmosphere that had pervaded the castle during the battle was gone, replaced instead with a unique combination of grief, relief and pure joy. Seeing You-Know-Who's body fall had lifted a weight from the shoulders' of the Wizarding World and for the first time in over a quarter of a century they were free. It was a strange sensation and one which Dean didn't quite know how to react to. He could hear himself cheering, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, and yet he couldn't quite feel the joy. Not yet. No, the only thing Dean Thomas felt was numb.
His legs, already shaky, finally gave way, exhausted from a night of running, crouching, ducking and weaving, and Dean dropped onto one of the wooden benches, grateful just to be able to sit. He didn't get the chance for much silent contemplation though, as his elbow knocked against someone sitting behind him and turning his face, streaked with tears, blood and sweat, slightly he issued an exhausted apology. It was then that he recognised the redhead sitting next to him and Dean's apology took on a whole other meaning.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion as he realised at what price this victory had come. |
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| Dean/Parvati 001 |
[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:38 pm] |
Ever since it had happened things had been strange. No, not strange, that wasn't a strong enough word to describe this experience: uncanny, weird, queer...there were no words strong to describe how odd it was. Being trapped in a restricted place was not unusual in itself, at least not for Dean. He had grown up sharing a small terraced house in the east end of London with his mother, step-father and four siblings and then from there he'd shared a dorm at Hogwarts with four other boys and then finally he'd shared a flat at college with two other students. Sharing was no problem for Dean, living in a confined space was no problem for Dean but this...well, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
At first he'd wandered around almost aimlessly, with no idea of where to go or what to do. How on earth was he supposed to get home and dear God, had he left the gas on? And then the answer had finally presented itself, causing Dean to kick himself and wonder why on earth he hadn't thought of it in the first place.
Which was how Dean found himself bypassing the lift (they made him nervous) climbing the many stairs of the new block of flats in the Alley. "Fourth floor," he muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs two at a time, finally arriving at the top floor barely out of breath (all that time spent playing football was good for some things). He hadn't even had time to take in his lush surroundings when a House Elf appeared in front of him, bowing low and ready to help. After introducing himself and explaining who he was there to see, the House Elf, who introduced himself as Silius, led Dean to the front door of penthouse 4F.
With a grateful nod to Silus, Dean knocked sharply on the door three times, hoping that either one of his friends would be there and willing to help him out. |
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