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WHO; Laura Madley && Stewart Ackerley.
WHEN; Saturday, around lunchtime.
WHERE; On the grounds, closer to the forest.
SUMMARY; A talk between friends.
RATING; TBA.
WARNINGS; TBA.
STATUS; in progress.



It was nice outside—much too nice to stay inside the stuffy castle. It was almost like it was suffocating Stewart, what with all these problems with Harper and not seeing Dean in… how many days had it been? The fact that he’d lost count had given him an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. It might have been foolish to like Dean as much as he did, but Stewart didn’t care.

With that Stewart stretched out, glad to find a suitable resting place on the grounds, underneath a tree—a tree that would most likely not decapitate him like the whomping willow—in the shade. It was lunch and most of the students were preoccupied with eating as much as possible, which is exactly what Stewart would have done if he had been feeling as he usually was. His stomach growled, reminding him that it had definitely not forgotten the forfeited meal.

Lunch wouldn’t have been too terribly bad, he could have skipped over to the Hufflepuff table to talk to Melanie or Laura. It seemed like he enjoyed both of the Hufflepuffs’ company than anyone in his house at the moment. It was nice to talk to both of the girls and be able to think about something other than his current problems, and the fact that they usually sat facing away from the Slytherin table was another plus—he wouldn’t have to look at Dean eating near Harper. Though the change in seating was rather odd, Melanie had just insisted one day that they sat so. Stewart couldn’t help but smile as he thought of the current situation Melanie was having with a certain Slytherin. It was just genuinely funny how awkward the both of them were, and the recent turn of events that they had been having. Stewart couldn’t help but be happy that he wasn’t the only one having relationship problems, although his heart sank when he thought that he could very well be without one shortly.

Time passed as Stewart nodded off in the grass, humming some indiscernible muggle tune and nodded off. He could have sworn he heard footsteps in his near vicinity but Stewart couldn’t force his eyes to open for the life of him, he was just too comfortable. Stewart let out a small groan as he heard something moving again? And with a mumble let out, “Whose there?”