paintitrainbows | what comes up when rain comes down?

[Flitwick, too, has been here. Less often in his house, certainly. But it still happens. He's taught here for a long time and he's seen many students go. These things just... keep happening.

Lupin is not new to it. He can't keep out the worry from his expression, can't stop himself from wanting to do more. Try again.]

"I believe you, Edward. Still, if there is anything going on-- Anything you want to tell us--"

There isn't. Everything's fine.

[Edward grips the chair just a little too tightly. And Lupin looks... saddened.]

"You're absolutely sure?"

Yeah. I'm sure.

Well. That settles it, I believe. Let us know if you think of anything else.[Fish pushes to her feet. Edward's not going to say anything, and the more Lupin pushes, the worse it will get] Thank you for your time, Edward. [she opens the door to the office, holding it open for him, a clear escape should he choose to take it.] I'll see you in Potions tomorrow.

[Oh, and Edward takes it. He practically jumps at the offered out, grabbing his bag. He barely offers up a--] Okay. [--before he's out the door, fast as he can go without running.

And once Edward's gone, Lupin sighs. Slumping slightly.]

"...He wasn't ever going to say anything, was he?"

[After a long moment, Fish sighs, closing the door, folding her arms over her chest] .....no. They rarely do. You have to wait for them to come to you. [she lowers herself back into that chair] But he knows the option is there now, at least.

[Edward, meanwhile, just keeps going as he leaves the office, at the same pace. He's just walking and walking, not even sure where he's going. He has class, soon. He was going to... going to go to the library and--

Suddenly he can't even think of any of that. Forget class.

At some point, he finds himself higher and higher in the castle. The Astronomy Tower seemed like a good pick. No one will be there during the day and he's reasonably sure there's no class scheduled for tonight anyway, so no one will be by to prepare anything either.

He throws his bag down onto the floor and just... sinks down onto it himself. Hugging his knees, resting his head on top of them.]

[....Edward doesn't show. Oswald's finished his homework at least half an hour ago, and is just...sitting there. In the library. By himself. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth--though his head jerks up and to the side when his name is said softly--]

Mr. Cobblepot.

[Fish waits until she has his attention, before--] I don't believe that Mr. Nashton will show. You should probably go looking for him.

[Oswald is...startled, to the say the least. But Slytherins are unwittingly trained in double speak from the moment they arrive, so his expression immediately dissolves into a frown. He wants to ask what happened, but...this is a very clear command. He's immediately shoving all of his books into his bag, and slinging them over his shoulder.] Okay. Thank you, Professor.

[and with that, he's heading out of the library at a fast pace. He doesn't know where Edward is per say but at least he can think of a good idea of how to narrow it down. If something happened he definitely wouldn't go back to the common room; he'd go somewhere else. Somewhere to be alone. And despite being a large castle, it is full of people. He's only got a couple options on places that would be really, truly isolated, but...well. It's worth a shot.

Oswald makes his way to the Astronomy Tower]

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[And he'll find Edward there. Still sitting in the same position as when he first got there. Face hidden. Bag lying sort of forgotten a small distance away.

He won't look up at the sound of someone entering the tower.]

[at first, it's a relief to find him. But it's immediately swamped by dread and worry as Oswald drops his bag on the floor next to Edward's, immediately moving to cross the room to him]

Edward?

[Edward's immediate first instinct is to curl into himself more. As if he can just hide from everything that way and the world around him will just disappear. And if he looks up, he can't keep trying to block everything out, so...

He doesn't.

Not... Not quite yet.]

[Oswald rolls his lips over his teeth, frown deepening. Edward's not saying anything so he'll just have to...sit down next to him, pulling his legs up to his chest also and wrapping his arms around them. He rests his head sideways on his knees so he can watch Edward, and will just...stay there until he's ready to say or do anything]

[It takes a bit. But eventually it'll sink in that he can't just hide from the world forever. Edward still doesn't look up, but he does speak, finally.]

...Sorry.

I know I was supposed to meet up with you in the library, but...

It's fine. [he means that] The Astronomy Tower's way cooler anyway.

...Yeah. It kinda is.

[...]

Still, just. Didn't mean to ditch you or anything.

Hey, I said it's fine. [Oswald huffs a bit, turning his head to rest his chin on his knees instead] Professor Mooney told me you weren't coming, probably.

...Oh.

[He looks up, at that, a little nervously.]

Did... Did she say anything else, or--

Uh-uh. [he shakes his head in the negative] She just said I should go look for you.

Right. Okay...

[He looks away again, staring ahead a little.]

Yeah, she... she was there. Um. Her and Professor Lupin and Professor Flitwick. I thought I was in trouble at first.

But you weren't?

...No.

[He kinda wishes he had been.]

No, it was about, um... about Professor Lupin's class. A few days back.

[. . . . . .]

With the boggart?

...Yeah.

[He still hasn't told Oswald about what he saw. Though he's sure that some people have talked about it. Speculated about it. He could tell, from the way some of the other Ravenclaw students kept glancing at him, even if they were already slowly losing interest in the matter.]

Yeah. With the boggart.

[Oswald would be lying if he said he wasn't really curious about what happened but...it seemed pretty upsetting to Edward, and he also never seemed to want to talk about it ever, so he hasn't asked yet.]

....so...if you weren't in trouble, what did they want?

They--

[He cuts himself off a little, swallowing nervously. The answer came almost as a reflex, because it's Oswald, and he should be able to tell Oswald anything, of course.

...He's not sure if this counts for that. So he has to think about it a little longer, before he actually answers.]

They wanted to know about... how things are going at home.

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