Hogwarts AU

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[spiderlilies]

[ Ann, however, isn't as convinced. She takes it into consideration, certainly, but she finds herself brushing fingertips beneath her chin while she hums in contemplation. ]

Doesn't that rather take away from the gesture? Passion of the moment and all.

[death_glare]

You were the ones being passionate about it. I had no say in the matter.

[ Resuming where he'd left off on his plate, he takes a good spoonful of mashed potatoes and gravy. If he can get at least half his meal down before completely exiting their presence, it will be a miracle. ]

[spiderlilies]

So, what you mean to say is that you push hardest when others threaten to get closer to you.

[ She'll just resume her meal, too, picking up her beverage to take a sip. ]

That's not our fault.

[untodeath]

[ And that's the first that Grell will have felt that she might not be the only one at fault for the rift between herself and William. ]

We'll just have to hold him to his word, won't we?

[ With a quirk of the brow, she manages a lopsided smile. ]

[death_glare]

Do not try to make me feel bad for wanting my space. Honestly, I would think you'd prefer my affections to be genuine and not forced.

[untodeath]

[ Okay, she's ready to move onto the sweeties, herself. This is all getting a little emotional! As in TRUE emotions. She settles back into her seat, reaching for dessert. ]

Of course we do, Will. That isn't a question.

[spiderlilies]

[ Ann chuckles at Grell, reaching for the plate to scoot it a bit closer for the other redhead. ]

But will you allow yourself to feel affection? Hm?

[death_glare]

[ He pauses, frowning to himself, this time. ]

It's not something I have any experience with. So it's not simple.

[ He takes a breath, exhaling slowly. ]

Perhaps I will try, though.

[untodeath]

[ Impressive. Grell looks to the two of them while distractedly spooning pudding into her mouth. Within a matter of minutes, Ann was able to get through to William in a way that she hadn't managed over a span of years. Part of her is a bit jealous, let down in herself; another, amazed. ]

[spiderlilies]

[ Shooting William a smile, she nods. ]

That's quite good to hear. You owe it to yourself-- and your friends.

[death_glare]

Hm.

[ William looks as though he's thinking this over harder than he should need to, but in the end gives Ann a nod in return. ]

I told Grell this before, but I'll reiterate it. I will try to open up, but you need to have patience. I am not like the two of you in regards to emotions.

[untodeath]

[ That earns a huff from Grell. ]

Well, you didn't try very hard last time you said so, did you?

[ Said as she moves to spoon another helping of pudding into her mouth, staring off elsewhere in an aggravated manner!! ]

[spiderlilies]

[ Wordlessly raising her brows, Ann picks up a napkin to dab over her mouth, before getting up to excuse herself. ]

Pardon me, darlings. Seems about time that I excuse myself to the powder room. [ Patting Grell's shoulder, she'll be off-- because it seems like a wise option to let these two talk this particular topic out amongst themselves. ]

[death_glare]

[ Angelina is definitely a smart one for literally getting out from between the two of them. Cause immediately after Grell's fully in his sight his defends himself from her claims. ]

It's hardly been any time at all. What about patience do you not comprehend?

[untodeath]

[ Grell's eyes follow her companion with some confusion, but William is quick to regain her attention. ]

What's there to wait on if you're entirely disinterested, mm?

[death_glare]

If I was do you honestly think I'd continue to sit here?

[ He challenges her with a narrowing of his eyes. ]

Though, if you're that impatient I will save us both the aggravation and leave.

[untodeath]

[ That does earn a moment of silence from her, second guessing his words. ]

--You think I'm that impatient?

[ Grell comes back with a pouty frown. Just as stubborn. ]

I'd been all over you for years before you finally agreed to a date.

[death_glare]

It is impatience, because you never stopped 'being all over me', to use your own words. I've made it clear that I want my personal space respected, yet you continually cling to me. How am I supposed to grow comfortable with being close to someone if you're constantly crossing that line?

[untodeath]

[ Thinking on that, she frowns. ]

I'd thought that I was making progress, too-- until you told me that I had no business in your affairs.

[death_glare]

[ He heaves a heavy sigh. ]

Perhaps I was exaggerating slightly. When you were claiming that I fancied Angelina, you were making it sound like I had no other option but to be with you. That you wouldn't allow it. I felt a bit trapped and defensive.

Which I find rather ironic what with everything the two of you have proposed to me, now.

[untodeath]

[ Her brow furrows. ]

I wasn't implying anything, Will. I was jealous, simple as that.

[ She shakes her head. ] Which is all very ironic, indeed.

[death_glare]

Jealous of nothing, you realize. Yet now, you're willing to...share me with her? Or whatever the two of you are hoping to rope me into.

[untodeath]

I realise that now. [ She pointedly replies with a huff! ] That wasn't why I was upset, in the end.

[ Then she's trailing off with a hum. ]

It's all very complicated, you know? You can't just command your heart to stop caring for someone, but I wasn't expecting to fall for Angelina, either-- and haven't you cared for someone so much that you'd be willing to give them anything?

[death_glare]

No, I haven't.

[ Though it doesn't come out cold or dismissive. If anything, there a tinge of sadness to his words. That bit of loneliness showing itself. ]

I think you may be the only one who's felt that way about me.

[untodeath]

[ Grell even looks a little saddened by that, as he says it. ]

I understand. [ Shoulders slumping, her eyes wander up to the expanse of the dining hall's ceiling. ] It's different with Ann and I. We feel like-- mirrored images, in a way. I don't know if soul mates is the proper word. Her heart belongs to someone else, though, and I don't know if that will ever change. I don't think she'll ever truly love me.