make me wanna die || brett

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

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Nessie never came to the library to do homework. She wasn't technically an awful student. She just preferred to keep her study habits on the down low. Having a reputation for spending most of her nights in detention and sleeping with half the student body didn't really mesh well with having a reputation as a good student. Nevertheless, she was in the library tonight. And she had her potions homework spread out before her. Ordinarily, this was a task much better suited for her common room, but Nessie wasn't spending as much time in her common room as usual lately.

Huffing, she tapped her quill against the table. She couldn't seem to focus on things and, while she'd always been easily distracted, she was usually stubborn enough to accomplish a task once she set out to do so. It was frustrating to find that she was unnerved enough at this point to be unable to concentrate. Grumbling to herself, Nessie finally threw her quill down on top of her parchment and shoved all of her materials away from her. She rolled her eyes as the book toppled onto the floor with a loud thump. Spectacular. A muggle cell phone would have been fantastic right about now. An owl would be entirely too slow in delivering a note to Brett, and Nessie was badly in need of her company. Instead, she was forced to settle for hoping that best friends could have a connection like twins did and Brett would simply sense that she was in need.

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[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

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Brett wasn't a fan of uniforms, but she always wore hers, but always with a change. No sweater usually and always funky shoes. Today she had muggle converse she changed to gryffindor shoes, no sweater and she'd ditched her robes a while ago. She wandered down the halls looking for Nessie. She wasn't in classes, it was after most classes for the day. She wasn't in the common room or dorms. That didn't leave too many places really. Maybe the pitch? That was of course outside and required her going down from the seventh floor, so she snuck into various places on the way down.

Brett decided to stop in the library, just in case Nessie actually felt like doing work, though she usually didn't work in the library. Oddly enough though, thats where she found her. Brett dumped her heavy bag on the floor and slid into the chair opposite Nessie. "Hey sunshine." She said a little sarcastically, noticing that Nessie looked malcontent, more than the usual homework grumbles.

"I was looking for you." Brett announced, opening her bag and pulling out her own work, mostly for appearances sake.

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Oddly enough, wishing Brett would appear actually seemed to work. Nessie almost smiled when her friend slipped into the seat across from her. But smiling would have been completely at odds with her mood, and she wasn't going to let it go that easily. She crossed her arms over her chest and slouched further down in her chair. "Obviously. You don't exactly come here often," she grumped.

Grumbling and sulking wasn't really working for Nessie, so she decided she might as well make things more dramatic. "Would you bring me a pillow? I'm sleeping here." It was childish and, really, completely ridiculous. But she felt like being ridiculous at the moment.

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Brett raised her eyebrows wordlessly. Nessie was being even more moody and dramatic than usual. Wanting to sleep in the library? Being grumpy at her? Ridiculous. Something had to be making Nessie upset, but Brett wasn't exactly sure what it was.Brett leaned forward on the table and smiled softly.

"Hey bitch, whats wrong?" She asked tenderly. Their relationship was special and confusing, but they knew the other always had their backs. They didn't fight for real, and insults were their pet names. Basically, they were pretty kick ass, but when it came time to try and be mature, Brett was much better at it. Nessie could be a bit like a five year old throwing a tantrum, or pretending she didn't want to.

"And for the record, no, I will not bring you a pillow." She added with a laugh. As if Ness would sleep down here.

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Being intentionally grumpy was a double-edged sword. On one hand, it did ensure that she got the attention she was looking for and that other people would notice something was wrong, though they probably would've noticed that anyway. On the other hand, though, it nearly always resulted in her having to talk about why she was grumpy, which generally meant talking about emotions. It wasn't as bad to have to talk to Brett as it was to have to talk to anyone else, but talking about how she was feeling and why was never something Nessie was fond of. So when Brett asked her what was wrong, Nessie let out a long sigh and slumped over on the table, her head in her hands.

She mumbled something completely unintelligible into the table and let out a huff. With a bit more unintelligible grumbling, she turned her face up so she could see Brett. "Fine. I don't need a pillow." she retorted. But the pillow or lack thereof wasn't the point, and avoiding Brett's question wasn't going to help things either. "I don't really want to exist in our common room," Nessie admitted. It wasn't much of an explanation, but it was better than ignoring her friend entirely.

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[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

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Not exist in the common room? For one thing, Nessie loved to "exist" everywhere. Beside slutting it up, Nessie loved being in the spotlight and making noise. Since when did she not even want to be in her own common room, the classic hangout spot? It was bizarre... maybe she was avoiding someone? That would be classic Nessie, overdoing it as usual.

"You avoiding someone?" Brett asked bluntly. No point in asking why she didn't want to be in there, or why she was being dramatic. That wouldn't get her anywhere. Brett lowered her head too so she could get on Nessie's level. She wasn't too worried yet, it didn't take too much to get Nessie wound up, her being dramatic and all. Maybe it was something little, then again, maybe not.

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Sometimes it felt like they'd known each other so long that the practically shared a brain. Or at least that they could read each other's minds. So she wasn't surprised when Brett suddenly landed on the idea that she must be avoiding someone.

It was true enough, but Nessie never really had been one to own up to things like that. Particularly because if she said she was avoiding someone, that would be followed by questions about who it was and why she was doing so. Neither of those were things she wanted to talk about, so she settled for putting her head back down and letting out a barely intelligible "No." She was a terrible liar, and Brett knew her too well to believe it, but maybe she would leave things alone. Nessie wouldn't have lied if she wanted to talk about it.

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Brett raised her eyebrows quietly, knowing full well that Nessie was full of it. They had known each other for too long for lies to work. Granted, Brett knew that direct questions wouldn't get her results but she tried anyway, just like Nessie tried to dismiss things even when it was obvious she wanted Brett to find out about whatever it was.

Brett decided to go a reverse psychology route and opened her care of magical creatures book and started to get out supplies for her paper on animals that were half human and half not, she was supposed to write for tomorrow that she hadn't started. Might as well, right?

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She'd thought she wanted Brett to leave things alone, but the moment her friend pulled out her homework, Nessie realized that wasn't what she wanted at all. She needed to talk to Brett even if it meant owning up to everything. Besides, maybe talking about it would help her sort things out enough to deal with them. Nessie let out a sigh and propped her head up, her chin in her hands.

"Okay, maybe I am avoiding someone," she said at last. That probably wasn't enough information, though. Not if she wanted Brett to seriously talk to her. Nessie frowned and raked her hands through her hair. She could avoid some questions by answering them outright. But she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. So she decided to follow the path of another lie. "It's just... since you and James are all involved or whatever now and I don't have detention so much, I don't have anyone I really... want to hang out with..." It was sort of true. Of course it could also raise more questions given the fact that Nessie had actually been trying for the first time in her life to stay out of detention -- particularly in flying class-- and that she had always been able to find someone to hang out with in the past.

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Brett arched her eyebrows again. Wait, so she was avoiding someone but at the same time it was an issue of not having anyone to hang out with (besides Brett anyway). Then of course there was the detention comment, which means she no longer wanted hot sex with the hottest professor in school, and mentioned Brett's recent arrangement with James... "Oh!" She said rather loudly, causing a few Ravenclaws to shhh her. More quietly she added, "You like someone." She wiggled her eyebrows at Nessie. Nessie never really had crushes and she was always so distraught when she did. She kind of missed out on how fun they could be.

Then Brett put the rest together. When she and James were together, it broke up two pairs of best friends, leaving Liam and Nessie alone, or at least, without their best friends. Liam... Brett then remembered back to the very awkward common room game after she'd slept with james for the first time. Her mouth formed a little 'o' shape as it hit her and she waved her hands around to get out the energy of figuring it out due to the still angry Ravenclaws nearby.

"You like Liam and you don't wanna run into him," Brett said quietly, a triumphant grin on her face.

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As she'd expected, offering a little bit of information did get Brett to pay attention to her again. Unfortunately, it seemed that the little bit of information she'd offered was enough to help Brett figure out exactly what was going on. Her eyes widened and her cheeks heated up with a blush. "I do not!" she insisted, much too loudly. The Ravenclaws who had already shushed Brett sent angry glances her way, and she responded by glaring back at them.

In the time it took her to intimidate the Ravenclaws into leaving them alone, it seemed that Brett had managed to put the rest of the details together. Nessie's blush deepened and she frowned. "No!" she insisted, though she was pretty obviously lying. "He's a prefect," she insisted, spitting it out as if it was a dirty word. "I don't... I mean... I can't...." It was useless trying to argue with the idea now that it was out there, and Nessie let out an exasperated huff before putting her head down again. "Make it go away," she mumbled, hoping Brett knew of a way to do so.

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Brett just laughed as she loudly told her that she couldn't possible like Liam. The Ravenclaws looked mad and Nessie's face back was priceless and Brett found herself holding back giggles behind her hand. Of course her vehemence only solidified Brett's conclusion. Nessie couldn't come up with a reasonable deflection, even if he was a prefect--which was humorous. Brett knew she had won when Nessie asked, defeated, if she could make it go away.

Brett patted her friends arm lightly. "I can't do that, because we'd have awesome swinger parties." She teased, hoping to make things lighten up a little. But really, they'd be a really unstoppable foursome of Gryffindors and Liam would get the rest of them out of trouble. "Come on, its not so bad." Liam was a chill guy for a prefect.

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Brett was oddly satisfied by the news, and Nessie found herself becoming angry again. She frowned and stamped her feet under the table, deciding to ignore the fact that the behavior was reminiscent of an angry toddler. "It's not funny," she insisted because, while Brett wasn't laughing, she did seem more than a little amused by the idea of the four of them having swinger parties.

Actually, Nessie wasn't sure she was too keen on the idea of swinger's parties since that implied sharing. The realization only made her even more frustrated, and she soon found herself stuffing her homework back into her bag. She didn't want to be in the library with those stupid Ravenclaws privy to everything she was saying. "I'm going back to the common room," she announced, completely forgetting that she'd only come to the library to avoid the common room to begin with.

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[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

"It is funny." Brett said with a smile. Nessie fighting with Ravenclaws in the library, pouting and acting like a kid, crushing on another authortiy figure who was actually age appropriate... the whole thing was a little comical to Brett. Liam was a pretty good choice, better than Paulo--though maybe not as hot.

"Excellent idea," Brett said, packing up her things as well. The problem had been fixed without her even doing anything, it was perfect really. Brett did feel a little sad that she only barely was needed in this encounter. She did not point out that the reason Nessie was here was too avoid the common room, that wouldn't help anyone. Getting Nessie back to the tower was a good move, maybe this would blow over.

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Nessie sighed. Of course Brett would think this was funny. She wasn't the one trying to figure out how to turn off her feelings. It really was a pretty awful situation, as far as Nessie was concerned. To begin with, her reputation would be ruined. She was sure people had already noticed her startling lack of detentions recently. It probably wouldn't take all that long for the rumor that she didn't seem to be sleeping around anymore to spread.

The more she thought about it, though, the more she figured her reputation might actually be the problem. She'd always been known for making trouble and for sleeping around. And now, she had to go and crush on a prefect. And while that did lend itself to particularly amusing ideas such as hiding away in the prefect's bathroom, it also made her pretty sure that she wasn't his type. "It's not funny because he wouldn't like me anyway," she finally explained as she stomped out the door.

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