third person pov
' uh oh '
Not long after Rose pressed her lips to Mattheo's, she made her way back to her dorm with guilt deep inside—it felt as if she had cheated on someone. The walk down the steps was not supposed to be as long as she made it from a slow pace.
How long had they all been looking for her?
She didn't know.
Inside their shared dorm Whitman stood with Blaise, having just arrived back to see if she came to the room yet. The latter stood by the door with arms crossed, speaking clearly. "She left here almost a hour ago? Maybe we need to go tell Snape or just Mcgongall? Mcgongall helped us last year"
Whitman shook his head, "No no—we can't make her feel like she's in trouble"
The sound of the doorknob clicking made them both turn, letting out breath's of pure relief when Rose walked through. She quickly shut the door before looking over at them but not at the same time, her eyes anywhere but their own.
Without a second to waste Rose crossed the room before either of them could grab her, picking up her pace until she reached the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Whitman ran a hand through his hair while speaking quietly to Blaise, "Can you go find Theo and Draco? Tell them she's back? Maybe ask the elves for some food?"
Blaise nodded and swiped his jacket off his bed, he headed for the door but paused. "Just make sure she knows I'm not mad—I don't want her to think I'm mad for running away"
"Yeah" Whitman promised before Blaise slipped out of the room. After, he headed towards the bathroom and took a deep breath before attempting to open it with no avail.
"Ro" He called, "Can I come in?"
On the other side of the door Rose rested her back against the wood with guilt nipping at her brain, not only was the heavy weight of usual remorse from her blow up present but the fact she had kissed Mattheo. As soon as the moment passed it all felt wrong and discomforting. Rose didn't understand why, it was just kissing and she did indeed enjoy the matter while it was happening.
Draco had been her first kiss when they were kids but being so young it was of course not a true one. So Rose would consider Whitman to be owner of that title because she still didn't know if anyone would ever be able to measure up to him and the way it made a million sparks go off inside. Even after kissing Whitman and the high wore off, it still felt right and safe and like something sacred.
Now though, she just felt nothing short of awful.
Whitman dropped his forehead against the door, "We don't have to talk—I just want to come in and see you" Still, the door didn't open and the only thing he could hear was her ragged breathing on the other side. "Please Ro it's me—you don't have to shut me out"
Rose wiped her face out roughly before peeling her back off the wood, reaching an unsteady hand out to the lock. She hesitated, "Whit?"
He swallowed thickly, sounding quiet. "I'm here"
And then Whitman heard the faint sound of the lock being turned, making him lift his forehead up. Rose pushed her hesitation down and pulled the door open, letting Whitman see that familiar pained face staring back at his own version.
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cigarettes & invisible string || golden trio era
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