She was such a girl. Such a girl, wanting to---talk when all he wanted to do was sleep. And--look at her, he wanted to look at her, but he didn't want her to know he was looking at her. Which was easy, most days, because he sat in the back of the room, slumped low in his chair with his hair in front of his eyes (very good disguise, that). Here--here he had to actually let her know that he was staring, not that he was yet, just that he---
What the fuck, they weren't even dating and they confused the shit out of him.
"Trying not to die," he muttered somewhat honestly, not caring that he sounded more than morbid. Antonin knew it was probably not the best thing to say, not with the news of Regulus just having hit, but he wasn't sure where he sat with that. Regulus had been his friend, mostly from process of elimination as Zach and Bertram had paired off long ago, and Walden was just fucking insane, but---when things were easier, and a lot more innocent, he'd actually liked the guy. To hear that he'd chickened out of being a death eater, well--
Respect was lost, and confusion filled in, leaving Antonin unsure of what his final memories of his friend should be. So he chose to ignore it.
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