WHO; Melanie Roberts && Justin Finch-Fletchley
WHEN; Thursday, after lunch.
WHERE; An unused classroom in the third floor.
SUMMARY; Melanie really needs to talk to Justin... even if she'd rather be hiding under her bed.
RATING; PG, most likely.
WARNINGS; None.
STATUS; In Progress.
It had to be done. It
needed to be done, because Justin couldn't find out some other way. It would be horrible if he did. Absolutely terrible. Horrible, horrible,
horrible, so she had to do it. That was Melanie's mantra for the day as she made her way from the common room towards the empty classroom on the third floor, where she would be meeting Justin. She was walking at a slow pace, eyes fixed on the floor and Justin's note gripped tight in her right hand. Melanie had spent the worse time at Study Hall, not being able to concentrate on her homework or anything, for that matter, and the fact that Charlie was sitting just a couple of tables away and it had been exactly one week since, well,
that had happened, were only managing to make her the more nervous. It was so bad that the minute the bell had gone off, Melanie had rushed to her room to lay down, forgetting all about lunch and just waiting for 1:30 to come around.
And now the time had come, and Melanie was cursing it under her breath for going so fast and getting her closer to her doom. Justin was like another brother for her and she knew she would have to tell him, eventually, but the idea seemed more appealing a week before when no one knew about Halloween Balls and Charlie hadn't asked her to be his date and situations like these could have been avoided for a little longer. But now that plan was ruined and, though she had no idea how exactly she was going to do this, she was determined to get it over with. Whatever happened. Though she would be eternally grateful if 'whatever' were something good...
With a deep breath, Melanie landed on the corridor of the third floor. She unfolded the overly-wrinkled piece of paper in her hand to read Justin's note for the hundredth time, before checking her watch and realising she was 5 minutes early. That was good, she thought to herself, as it would give her time to calm herself down before Justin arrived - or at least
try to, because her nerves weren't being really helpful that day. Crumpling the paper and stuffing it in her robes' pocket, Melanie headed to the classroom in a quick pace, almost running into a Gryffindor girl as she went. She walked into the room - thankful that it was, indeed, empty - and took a seat on top of the desk. Out of nervousness, she took the note out of her pocket once more and smoothed it on top of her leg, reading it a few more times as she waited for Justin to arrive.
