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katmarajade
Written For:purelush
Prompt: Snow Angels
Pairing: Dean Thomas/Katie Bell, (mentions of Dean/Ginny and Harry/Ginny)
Word Count: 969
Summary: Dean's looking for peace, quiet, and numbness. Katie understands all too well but has a different way of dealing.
Notes: Written forpurelush who came in at the tail end of my holiday drabbly bitting last year. I meant to write this sooooo much sooner, but I got distracted with the move and totally forgot. I'm so sorry, darling! I hope that you enjoy this only slightly belated birthday drabbly bit. *shifty eyes* Happy ... Saturday?
Dean sat in the quiet early morning, tucked underneath the relative warmth of a large tree whose needle-trimmed branches dusted the tops of the snow piles with lazy strokes and blocked most of the cold wind. He stared out over the lake, mostly frozen over, and appreciated the solitude.
Ginny Weasley had dumped him, thrown him over for the sodding Chosen One. It wasn't even that Dean didn't like Harry or that he hated Gin, because it was really bloody hard to hate Ginny Weasley.
Seamus had attempted his best mate post-break-up duties, but Dean just couldn't quite get into it. He appreciated the length and breadth of the spectacularly colorful insults, even more horribly awful than Seamus's usual, that he had come up with for the occasion. But he didn't really want to hear horrid, untrue things about Ginny—even if some of them were pretty damn funny. He just wanted to forget about her and Mr. I've Got A Scar.
Sometimes a bloke just needed some peace and quiet, away from his good-intentioned but ultimately irritating best mate; away from his wonderful and awful ex-girlfriend with her flaming red hair that kept teasing him; away from prying gossip-mongers who wanted all the juicy details about his broken heart; away from dorm mates who stole girlfriends, and ones who didn't keep their sisters from snogging boys with bad tempers and prices on their heads (instead of nice, sensible lads from London, who have the sense and decorum to treat a girl like a lady).
He was sick of their meddling, their helping, their interfering. Now he just wanted to be numb. And, for just a few minutes or hours, he wanted the world to be numb with him, instead of turning on and on like it always did. The slowly creeping sunlight was a testament to the contrary and he watched the morning light change and spread across the grounds, dancing over snow drifts and illuminating shards of ice, turning the cold, wet landscape into some magical in its own right.
The sound of crunching snow tipped him off to her presence before she ever reached him, but he let her continue, plopping down next to him with a long-suffering sigh.
"Katie," he said blankly. She wore a warm red hat with her hair hanging down in two long plaits.
"You avoiding your meddling friends too?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her otherwise cheerful voice.
"I just don't want to deal with them right now. They think they're helping, but I don't really want their interfering version of helping."
"Oh, believe me, I understand all too well. Since I've come back I've not a moment's peace. The girls are constantly fussing over me, like I'm made of glass. It's like they think that I'll be safely eating my breakfast in the Great Hall and somehow dark magic will sneak in and capture me again. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern. I know how worried they were when I was away. But I'm back now, and I just want to go back to my life, you know? I want to sneak chocolate frogs into Binn's class and play Quidditch and talk about boys, not cursed artifacts."
Dean twisted up his mouth in a semblance of a smile. "Yeah," he managed.
"I'm sorry, by the way," she added, giving him a look of genuine apology. "I know that you took my place on the team while I was out and I'm sorry that Harry dropped you without a second glance like that. He just doesn't get how it is for the rest of us, the ones who actually had to try to get on the team. In a way, I think we want it more and I think we're better off for it. He just flies to pass the time, catch a snitch and try to not think about You-Know-Who for an hour. And, don't tell anyone I said this, but he's really not a great captain. He's a fantastic flyer, a hell of a seeker, but he's not really the greatest at understanding a team dynamic."
"You should have been captain," said Dean.
Katie shrugged but didn't disagree with him. She looked out over the ice-crested drifts of snow with a sad, weary face, and Dean wondered if she was thinking about what had happened to her again. He didn't ask, because she'd just said how much she hated people interfering, but he watched her carefully.
"Do you think I'm going to break too?" she asked, scoffing loudly but Dean recognized a touch of fear beneath the bravado.
"Nah, you're tough," he replied simply, which made her laugh, a loud, rolling, happy laugh, one that he was pretty sure she hadn't used in awhile.
"Come on," she said, a daring glint in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and fumbled for his hand. She dashed through the snow, her mittened hand tucked into his own, and dragged Dean along with her. They reached an open bit of undisturbed snow and she turned around.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, traces of a giggle on her lips and flakes of snow in her eyelashes.
Dean took in their position and rolled his eyes, but put his arm out anyway.
"One, two, three, fall!" Katie cried and they dropped backwards into the snow's welcoming chill. Arms and legs moved wildly, creating two angels, two tiny blips in the huge snow-covered grounds.
They stopped after a minute and looked at each other, snow on their faces and clinging to their coats, stupid grins pulling at their mouths. Despite the cold, despite the wetness beginning to leech in through his warm clothing, Dean wasn't numb. And he decided that he liked it better that way.
Author:
katmarajadeWritten For:
purelushPrompt: Snow Angels
Pairing: Dean Thomas/Katie Bell, (mentions of Dean/Ginny and Harry/Ginny)
Word Count: 969
Summary: Dean's looking for peace, quiet, and numbness. Katie understands all too well but has a different way of dealing.
Notes: Written for
purelush who came in at the tail end of my holiday drabbly bitting last year. I meant to write this sooooo much sooner, but I got distracted with the move and totally forgot. I'm so sorry, darling! I hope that you enjoy this only slightly belated birthday drabbly bit. *shifty eyes* Happy ... Saturday? Dean sat in the quiet early morning, tucked underneath the relative warmth of a large tree whose needle-trimmed branches dusted the tops of the snow piles with lazy strokes and blocked most of the cold wind. He stared out over the lake, mostly frozen over, and appreciated the solitude.
Ginny Weasley had dumped him, thrown him over for the sodding Chosen One. It wasn't even that Dean didn't like Harry or that he hated Gin, because it was really bloody hard to hate Ginny Weasley.
Seamus had attempted his best mate post-break-up duties, but Dean just couldn't quite get into it. He appreciated the length and breadth of the spectacularly colorful insults, even more horribly awful than Seamus's usual, that he had come up with for the occasion. But he didn't really want to hear horrid, untrue things about Ginny—even if some of them were pretty damn funny. He just wanted to forget about her and Mr. I've Got A Scar.
Sometimes a bloke just needed some peace and quiet, away from his good-intentioned but ultimately irritating best mate; away from his wonderful and awful ex-girlfriend with her flaming red hair that kept teasing him; away from prying gossip-mongers who wanted all the juicy details about his broken heart; away from dorm mates who stole girlfriends, and ones who didn't keep their sisters from snogging boys with bad tempers and prices on their heads (instead of nice, sensible lads from London, who have the sense and decorum to treat a girl like a lady).
He was sick of their meddling, their helping, their interfering. Now he just wanted to be numb. And, for just a few minutes or hours, he wanted the world to be numb with him, instead of turning on and on like it always did. The slowly creeping sunlight was a testament to the contrary and he watched the morning light change and spread across the grounds, dancing over snow drifts and illuminating shards of ice, turning the cold, wet landscape into some magical in its own right.
The sound of crunching snow tipped him off to her presence before she ever reached him, but he let her continue, plopping down next to him with a long-suffering sigh.
"Katie," he said blankly. She wore a warm red hat with her hair hanging down in two long plaits.
"You avoiding your meddling friends too?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her otherwise cheerful voice.
"I just don't want to deal with them right now. They think they're helping, but I don't really want their interfering version of helping."
"Oh, believe me, I understand all too well. Since I've come back I've not a moment's peace. The girls are constantly fussing over me, like I'm made of glass. It's like they think that I'll be safely eating my breakfast in the Great Hall and somehow dark magic will sneak in and capture me again. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern. I know how worried they were when I was away. But I'm back now, and I just want to go back to my life, you know? I want to sneak chocolate frogs into Binn's class and play Quidditch and talk about boys, not cursed artifacts."
Dean twisted up his mouth in a semblance of a smile. "Yeah," he managed.
"I'm sorry, by the way," she added, giving him a look of genuine apology. "I know that you took my place on the team while I was out and I'm sorry that Harry dropped you without a second glance like that. He just doesn't get how it is for the rest of us, the ones who actually had to try to get on the team. In a way, I think we want it more and I think we're better off for it. He just flies to pass the time, catch a snitch and try to not think about You-Know-Who for an hour. And, don't tell anyone I said this, but he's really not a great captain. He's a fantastic flyer, a hell of a seeker, but he's not really the greatest at understanding a team dynamic."
"You should have been captain," said Dean.
Katie shrugged but didn't disagree with him. She looked out over the ice-crested drifts of snow with a sad, weary face, and Dean wondered if she was thinking about what had happened to her again. He didn't ask, because she'd just said how much she hated people interfering, but he watched her carefully.
"Do you think I'm going to break too?" she asked, scoffing loudly but Dean recognized a touch of fear beneath the bravado.
"Nah, you're tough," he replied simply, which made her laugh, a loud, rolling, happy laugh, one that he was pretty sure she hadn't used in awhile.
"Come on," she said, a daring glint in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and fumbled for his hand. She dashed through the snow, her mittened hand tucked into his own, and dragged Dean along with her. They reached an open bit of undisturbed snow and she turned around.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, traces of a giggle on her lips and flakes of snow in her eyelashes.
Dean took in their position and rolled his eyes, but put his arm out anyway.
"One, two, three, fall!" Katie cried and they dropped backwards into the snow's welcoming chill. Arms and legs moved wildly, creating two angels, two tiny blips in the huge snow-covered grounds.
They stopped after a minute and looked at each other, snow on their faces and clinging to their coats, stupid grins pulling at their mouths. Despite the cold, despite the wetness beginning to leech in through his warm clothing, Dean wasn't numb. And he decided that he liked it better that way.
