A/N: Awww...you guys are really epic. You make me smile. Like, a lot. You get me excited and pumped to write the next chapter, and I do, and then you say something else, and the cycle continues. It's kind of cool, so thanks for that.
Some of you are also quite irritated that I didn't include patrol last night. That was because it wasn't important – but this chapter is, so hopefully you will be more excited than irritated at me.
As for Livvy and Russell...they seem to be in the clear, but really, there's more drama yet to come. It's on the back-burner for a little while, though.
And the L/J...we are so close. Too close. Trust me there. I really don't want to give it away, so all I can say is, 44 is the number you want to remember. And 46 is one of two numbers you want to love. Mmkay?
So, that being said...enjoy. Hopefully.
Cheers.
February 16
8:15 AM
Status: MehSo, it's Sunday morning, and I'm kind of exhausted, and I'd really like some breakfast right about now (toast and jam – yum!), but I figure all that can be put on hold for the time being. Before I do anything else, I think I need to write about yesterday's Valentine's Day excursion.
I think it's definitely worth noting down for archive's sake.
See, yesterday, pretty much anyone eligible to go to Hogsmeade took advantage of the visit; they were all thoroughly excited about an addition to the Valentine's Day joy we endured on Friday. Unfortunately, my friends were among the people in this category, because they had boyfriends and therefore cared that they got to pass a few hours doing nothing in particular.
Alice, being Alice, was more than ready to goof off with Frank, pouncing on him in a hug when she saw him coming into the Great Hall. The two of them are in some sort of extended honeymoon period or something, where neither of them can do any wrong and everything is perfect and nothing will come between them.
I say this not negatively, but wondrously – because Alice and Frank have always been good friends, rarely fighting, and their courtship seems rather the same way, which I admire. Frank is very gentle with Alice, while Alice is everything but gentle – he is like an apple hanging innocently from a tree and Alice is like the violent wind constantly jostling it around, but amusing it and keeping things moving.
They're utterly sweet together – it's a wonder they never thought to date earlier – and it was kind of a given that they'd go and act all couple-like in the village together for a few hours.
Livvy, meanwhile, was filled with new energy after her run-in with James. She had basically been given the okay to be as girlfriend-ish as she wanted with Russell. The two of them appeared thrilled by this – they kissed every time they met up or left each other, they sat together at mealtimes, they cuddled at any available second.
They also went to the village together as well, and they seemed happy, but I dunno, there was something about them I couldn't put my finger on. It was weird – when they were walking, Russell never took her hand first. Livvy was always the one to seize his fingers and he would simply go along with it, as though Livvy knew better. Then they'd sit together and he'd hold her and gently kiss her hair while she talked, and she'd turn her head suddenly and give him a good snog before returning to what she was saying, leaving him slightly bemused.
They just weren't on the same page all the time – and now that they are together in public, that has become almost heartbreakingly obvious.
Livvy never showed any signs of knowing something was wrong, but Russell was almost distant when Livvy attacked him – he didn't seem as into it as he did in the earlier days of their relationship. He obliged her, of course, but he always seemed happiest when she was curled up in his lap, or when he could kiss her hair, or when she rested her head on his shoulder.
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