thedispatch | Hogwarts AU

[ 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. ]

[ Shooting William a smile, she nods. ]

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

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.

[ 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!! ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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?

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.

[ 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.

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?

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

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.

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?

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.

[ 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.

[ He's quiet as he replays Grell's words in his mind. Perhaps her tendency to cling comes from her trying to hold onto what she can from the both of them.

Without any explanation, William makes the bold decision to slide over on the bench to where Ann had been seated before. It brings him right beside Grell as he pulls his dinner plate along with him. ]

[ Grell straightens up a bit, tense with surprise. Blinking, she watches him with confusion clear in her eyes.

Folding her hands in her lap, she eases some - even if she doesn't understand. Maybe even manages a little smile. ]

What's this, then?

This is me trying to put down my guard and open up. A little bit, at least.

[ He's close enough that if Grell leaned in just slightly, their shoulders would touch. And he seems to be well aware of that. ]

[ With a chuckle on her breath, she grins. ]

I... don't suppose it would be alright to rest on you a bit?

Since you asked, yes.

[ Though, his shoulders are rather stiff. ]

[ Stiff or not, she's all too happy to rest her head on his shoulder, briefly closing her eyes with a content little hum! ]

[ It takes a minute, but slowly William starts to relax as he realizes letting Grell lean against him isn't that bad, after all. Well, it is causing a few of his housemates to say some rude comments at the other end of the table, but William pays that no mind, being completely uninterested in their opinions.

Eventually he takes up his fork again, continuing with his meal as Grell lingers on his shoulder. ]

[ As for Grell, she'll just flip them off, before nuzzling down closer and looping her arm around his. ]

I know who would make fabulous hex practice.

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