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Kala closed her eyes, long tapered fingers curled around the bow and poised above the strings, playing air for brief moments before lowering and sliding across the strings. Legs opened to accommodate the instrument, fingers resting at first position as she took a deep breath and shifted. The string vibrated a note into the air, A3, followed by D3, G2 and then C2 as the lowest string. Sound waves rippled through the air and hummed against her skin, causing the small hairs along her arm, fine and nearly invisible to rise as sensation perforated and plucked at the nerves and sinew of her body. The room’s acoustics bounced back in an auditory attack, each sound richer than the last. Pausing only momentarily Kala turned the peg and played G2 once more until she was satisfied with the sound; one that had been engraved within the confines of her long-lasting memory and surfaced only when the scent and feel of the cello beneath her fingers, grazing the inside of her thighs like a lover’s caress could be felt.

It was a private moment for the pureblood and very few would ever see Kala with her hair pulled into a messy bun, the curls tracing as fingers would over her bowed head and the back of her neck. Shoulders bare to the breath of air in the room, no imperfection found upon her softly tanned skin. Yet there was that strange stillness about her, with her fingers sprawled out to encompass string and distance in order to make her instrument sing of words she had long forbidden herself. The staff of her home knew better than to disturb her, for these were her moments of penance and sadness; when Kala allowed all that she had lost to intrude upon her thoughts and daily life once more. At Hogwarts things were different and any moment stolen in the music room was precious if not short-lived. Someone was bound to come in at some point.

It had started as a quiet note. The silence in the room was tangible and the movement was a slow sweep from one end of the bow to the other. Kala felt the vibration press against the tips of her fingers on the string, rippling outwards and rattling her bones. The darkness of the space in which muscles accompanied sinew and nerve vibrated with pleasure. Her entire skin tingled with the sensation, and bones rattled with their tumultuous assault. Physically there was nothing wrong with Kala, she was as together as one could be, but inside her body was raging. Softly, then louder the sound grew coming from a deep place.

Water sparkled off the walls, air bubbles drifted upwards from the dark abyss hiding the beginning of the world and planets moved in their natural orbit. There was a sense of anxiety, of abundant curiosity as the world began to fill with light, and yet the water remained steady, reflecting the depth of the ocean and keeping its darkest secrets buried under the sand of the ocean floor. The coral reefs were the silent sentinels, unmoving guards for all of time. They could crumble and break, volcanoes could erupt and yet their roots would remain firm and their arms would stretch out spindly and poisonous with the fishes they cloaked themselves with.

She remembered that day like it was yesterday, full of laughter at the beach with him by her side. The name of a wizard whose face she would remember for always not one she allowed herself to remember. Kala tightened her grip upon the bow and the sound caused the note to sing louder yet deeper, pulling the ache kept deeply hidden in her heart from consuming her by letting the festering wound breathe before she’d cover it again. A hole in her chest, not devoid but filled to the brim and spilling, stretching and yawning as its barbed ink-fingers spread and corroded her veins. It had stopped bleeding quite some time ago, but the pain had never quite found a way to subside and leave her system altogether.

As the memory consumed she recalled what had taken them to the beach that day, it was the walks that had helped Kala expel trace amounts of energy and it was the only time they could truly be alone away from the gossip and prying eyes. In the daytime they could avoid advances of certain purebloods and lose themselves in a world that had never stood a chance. It had never been their destiny. That day had been no different, they had found themselves strolling along the beach as the sun began to grow dimmer, her feet digging into the sand. His fingers were warm and rough just as the feeling of his palm against her own.

“What would you do if you were unbound?” he asked.

“It would depend on the terms, what do I have to pay or give up to be granted this?” she countered, smiling as she squeezed his hand. This had been a question he had posed many times and each time her answer had been different. They both knew she could not make her blood impure anymore than he could remove the stain from his.

“What would you give up?” he insisted, bending his head down to bring his lips against her own. His words and gestures always sent her emotions haywire, the beating of her heart took on the life of a hummingbird, seeking to escape its cage. Forcing itself to palpitate or die if it ever stopped.

She never did get to answer that question.

The string snapped and Kala’s eyes snapped open following suit. A sharp stinging on the inside of her arm as it had lacerated the superficial layers of her skin caught her attention. The lioness chuckled darkly under her breath and set the bow down in order to pull the sleeve she'd rolled up down and pressed it against the small trickle of blood. Things had not been going according to plan as of late in the lioness’ life, this just seemed like one more thing to add to their downward course. The cello slid onto its back as she set it down and her fingers moved along the string, following it all the way up to the peg. Slowly Kala begun to twist it, loosening it unnecessarily simply to be able to change it. The bow rested on the chair where the lioness had previously sat. The sound of the door opening paused her working hands, her entire body freezing.


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It was a beautiful summer day outside, so Bry had grabbed his broom and headed outside, where he had flown around lazily for a couple of hours, enjoying the freedom that the wind rushing through his hair provided. The young man had ended up playing a pick up game with some younger students - they had been happy to have the chaser join them. Now, his chocolate eyes danced with joy as he moved up the steps to the castle. The wind was still whistling softly in his ears, his footsteps echoing across the stone floor that was the entrance way of the castle. Inside the walls it was a lot easier for the young man to breathe - it was really quite warm out. The sun was in full swing for June and the lion was not looking forward to the full days of blasted heat.

His eyes wandered, there was music coming from somewhere off of the entrance way, that reminded him of the Cello that both of his friends played. Although the lion had no musical talent himself, hours of listening to both Athelstan and Kala told him that it was this instrument - he had listened to them often enough. Shrugging to himself, the young man carried his broom into the great hall and grabbed some biscuits that were there, still displayed for the students in order to take for lunch. His white shirt had spots on it from the heat that had created sweat, but he was drying now. The lion didn't bother to sit; he wasn't going to stay for a full meal, just wanted the snack to tide him over. The young man would eat a better dinner, later on in the day to make up for the fact that the lion was pretty much skipping lunch.

There were few students in the great hall and once more as the young man stood there, Brydon swore that he heard the sound of the cello distantly. His eyes wandered again, stuffing the last of the biscuit in his mouth. Chewing as the lion left the great hall once more, brown eyes looked towards the dance hall door. It made sense in a way, that the person playing the cello had closed the door for privacy and was playing in there; it was sort of a music room. Still, the thought that it could be either of his friends guided his footsteps across the entrance hall, echoing softly. His fingers wiped crumbs onto his jeans, swallowing as his free hand wrapped around the door handle and gently opened the door, inviting himself in.

Out of sheer luck, the young man had been right that it was one of his friends playing in the dance hall. A smile brightened the lion's features as he saw her; only diminishing when the young man realized that she was hurt or something, the way that his housemate was holding her arm. Setting his broom against the wall, brown eyes turned to her and he came over to sit with her, kissing her forehead gently in greeting, "Did that bow get the best of you, Kala?" It would not be the first time that one of his friends had gotten hurt by their instrument, after all.

Giving her a wink, Bry flopped down on the floor, laid down on his back and put his arms behind his head. Tilting his head so that he could still see her, he shot her another lazy grin, unaware of the fact that the lioness might've wanted to be alone. "I'm not sure I've seen you since you were a beaut in black and gold at the ball, love. What fun have you gotten yourself into since?"

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Ease raced through her body just as blood flowed through her veins at the appearance of Brydon. Kala’s stiff posture relaxed and her mouth even quirked into a smile when he strut in and placed a kiss to her forehead before proceeding to sprawl out on the floor. His jab at her wound didn’t even bother her because she knew he meant nothing by it but she appreciated his teasing tone. Out of all of her friends Brydon could probably be counted on not being the sharpest tool in the shed. It was not a bad thing that he didn’t pick up on things right away or she would have a lot of explaining to do for her behavior lately. More often than not it took him a little bit to catch on, but when he did his attentiveness made up for his lack of foresight. Not to say that Brydon wasn’t smart or even conscientious, it just took him longer to get there. He tended to be the type to worry about things later and go with the flow in the now.

This was one of the many things Kala loved about Brydon. Nudging the larger boy with her knee she chuckled and continued to unwind the string, ignoring the stinging push and pull of her skin brushing against the cloth of her sweater. It had stopped bleeding but had clung to the material. Thankfully it wasn’t something the lioness had to worry about. Scars were the least of her worries and this one would fade into nothingness eventually, just as everything else that hurt often did. Already that memory she’d locked away had started to drift back into obscurity in the wake of Brydon’s arrival. Kala’s eyes drifted from her work towards the broom propped against the wall and she glanced over her shoulder at Brydon, answering his first question to give her time to mull over an answer for the second. “The strings always have the last word. I must have tightened it too much when I tuned it last time.”

Pulling her wand from the pocket of her jeans, she swished and flicked it in the direction of the cello’s case. “Accio G String.” A cursory glance at Brydon, a smirk curving those lips of hers as she expected him to make some kind of crude joke about her word choice. The nature of their friendship wasn’t complex, Brydon provided the warmth and sensations she craved and offered more than just physicality while Kala allowed almost everything in their relationship and even supported his friend. At first it had been mutually beneficial for the two to become physically involved, but even that had evolved beyond their physical needs to emotional ones. Eventually – she’d forgotten when and how, exactly- Stan had become an integral part of their lives.

Catching the packaged string between her fingers, Kala set back to work coiling the string around the peg and stretching the rest of it out over the bridge to twine it over the lower pegs. Her work was natural and careful as she took care of one of the few beloved things in her life while Brydon remained sprawled on the cold stone floor. “I wouldn’t necessarily say what I have been getting into has been any fun…” she replied, her tone smooth and cool as a wintry breeze. “There’s just been some family matters that I’ve had to tend to.” Kala’s words were carefully construed as she didn’t want to make him feel like he was intruding on something that wasn’t his business. If she could have told him, she would have. The only thing stopping Kala from outright telling Brydon about the horrifying strawberry pancake brunch with the Munns was how it would affect his friendship with Stan. She did not want to come out the victim of their circumstances, and though she doubted he might see it that way; she didn’t want to be the wedge between them. Not anymore than she already felt sometimes.

Abandoning the Cello after finishing replacing the string she stretched out beside him. Were it any other place, at any other point in time she might have laid on top of him to absorb the heat of his body. Listen to the beating of his heart and nap to the rhythm of his breathing, but in the dance hall with the music still ringing in her ears and the secrets crowding in her chest; Kala couldn’t bring herself to use Brydon like that. Opting instead to stare at the ceiling, “speaking of the ball. You looked dashing in red. What were you doing there with the Chevalier girl, Brydon? You know she’s trouble.”

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When it came to the lion wanting to live in the present, there were reasons for it that he hadn't even fully told his closest friends about. There had been a couple that had known in the past about the pain and the suffering that the young man had gone through, but Kieran, Wyatt, Sky, and Lydia were something of the past. His here and now included Kala and Athelstan, two people that he could call his closest friends. This was easier to focus on why others might have disappeared or faded away, not to mention the fact that his childhood had not been full of bright sunshine in any shape or form that it might've been if he was not in the household of Jim Wilkins. These were things that the young man did not want to discuss or thing about, instead living from day to day of what fun he could have, the most the lion ever looked towards the future was thinking about what career he might one day choose - and even this was a rarity for Brydon Wilkins.

The young man folded his arm under his head as he turned slightly to his side, watching the young woman with her bow. Instruments were not something that the young man pretended to understand, instead spending hours on the practice field with Quidditch hoops rather than in the music room the way that his two friends had in order to learn their cello. Of course there were somethings that he had picked up over the years, like the fact that the thing that one used to play the instrument was really called a bow or that notes had alphabet letters. These were pieces that Brydon had learned by having two friends that played music - especially considering the fact that they played the same one, it helped him. A smile curled on his lips and the lion winked again at his friend as she mentioned the G string. He would let it go for the moment, because the more that his brown eyes were watching her, the more it seemed that his friend actually was distressed. Maybe the instrument had hurt her more than he had originally thought.

Shifting as she came to lay with him, Brydon's arm wrapped around her and drew her into his side, fingers playing with the tips of her curly hair as his eyes went to the ceiling, his other arm still a cushion for his head. Brydon was not going to pry into family business; it was certainly pretty well known that his own father was in Azkaban, serving a term that came from something that was whispered about to have been trying to hurt his own son. The lion chose to ignore the rumors surrounding him, nor did many students probably read the newspaper in the end, but these were not things that mattered. Tilting his head, his lips found her forehead again, kissing gently. There weren't words needed for this moment of comfort and something within the young man told him that Kala didn't really want to talk. After all, he had joined her in the dance hall, not the other way around.

Fingers played lazily in her hair, his nose tickled by the smell of her sweet shampoo, before his gaze turned back to the ceiling that was high above their heads, the cool stone touching his back where his shirt had ridden up in the back, but Bry made no move to change his position. Shrugging, he replied, "She's okay. We've been paired up for dances and such before. Besides, it was good to see that you and Stanman could have fun together." It wasn't exactly as if the three of them could go together, was it? Nothing like the rumors and scandals that would cause for all of their families, even if the Wilkins was the least of his worries.

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Kala was grateful when Brydon didn’t comment on the joke about the G string or her family matters. She knew the boy possessed secrets of his own when it came to the familial Wilkins line. Many did not know the circumstances of his father’s imprisonment but as the daughter of an Auror, Kala knew more than the average student should. Abioye didn’t make it a habit to gossip about such matters to his family, but they were sometimes discussed and since most of the time Kala was invisible in the presence of her parents – some matters were more openly discussed than others. Brydon might have known that Kala had knowledge about his family’s standing, but if he did he never gave indication of it and the lioness never brought it up. There was no real point to rubbing salt in Brydon’s wounds any more than there was for him to rub salt in her.

She smiled as his fingers toyed with the bouncy curls and settled against him quietly, simply enjoying this moment of quiet comfort. Tension she hadn’t realized had been taking up residence in her muscles seemed to seep out into the cold stone floor beneath them and the heat from their pressed bodies made the usually cool room comfortable to be in. Kala’s eyes drifted shut as she a soft sigh escaped her parted lips. Being with Brydon like this was as intimate and pleasant as being with him in other ways, only this filled a certain void that had always been there. Her gut tightened and her throat constricted not for the first time in the past week or so, but she still refused to let herself cry. The Gryffindor was aware that it was unhealthy to keep things in when she needed to be screaming them out, but Kala had never been one to give into her tantrums.

The smell of sweat combined with the soft floral lotions of Lavender, Cypress and Jasmine she wore made for an interesting mixture. Add in the sweet citrus scented shampoo and it was almost a soothing blend of masculinity and femininity marrying to create something completely different and new. Fingers pinched at his shirt and pulled, letting the fabric slip free as he spoke; her eyes drifting open to stare at the wall across the dance hall as he spoke about her and Athelstan’s date, as he defended Anora Chevalier. “Just be careful around her Brydon. I don’t want to see you dragged down into the scandals surrounding her.” It was unusual for Kala to bring up such things, to show that she cared about anything like that at all. Perhaps it had been her upbringing that had her saying choosing to say those words, but there was a different force driving her actions. She was genuinely worried that Brydon would get involved in things he shouldn’t and that they would tear at her friend’s tattered soul more than he let on; for Brydon was also a master of secrets. All three of them were master illusionists.

“If you wanted to have some fun with me, you should have asked me first.” She teased, rising up a little to press her chin to his chest and look up at him; a small wiggle to her eyebrows before chuckling softly. “I think he wanted to make sure he wasn’t bored at the party and knew I wouldn’t be expecting him to be anyone else than Stan. It wasn’t a date or anything.” Lately the feeling of defending Athelstan and Brydon’s actions had been very present. Kala wondered at what could have driven her to feel like she needed to make her position between the two boys clear. They all knew that Kala and Athelstan were just friends, and that Brydon and Kala were also just friends. So then why did she need to always make that clear to either boy whenever they found themselves in twos instead of threes? “You should have come and cut in, Stan would have danced with you.” She joked.


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At some point in history, Anora had contacted him via owl to be able to have a date to some party that the two pureblood children had been forced to attend. The night had gone as smooth as it might, for two people that were stuck in the mix of having to deal with others watching their movements. Eventually they had been able to retreat and found alcohol - much the way that they had for the Deveaux Ball as well. It was an arrangement where the lion assumed that the two understood each other. Fun and for a show was all that this was; there was no feelings of real attachment to the other, even if they had gone to a couple of different events together. Eventually, it would be their downfall.

This was not something that Brydon knew at the moment, however, laying on the dance hall floor with one of the two best friends that he had acquired fifth year. How his adventures with Kieran and Wyatt had ended, the young man was not entirely sure, except that there was the fact that the lion had come more prone to wanting to go out and have fun that year - especially after meeting Stan. Things had settled into place and Brydon had not forgotten the people that had been close to him at some point; though at the same time, the young man had also seemingly moved on. Fingers ran continued to comb through the young woman's hair. These were not thoughts that often came to the boy that liked to be on the go, but here, in the quietness of the dance hall, where they lay on the stone floor, Brydon had them.

His attention was shifted as Kala's words went back to the party, the image of his friends dancing together filling his mind's eye. Their gold had been beautiful together as they moved, laughter and smiles reaching across the floor, unlike most of their peers that were around them. Brydon felt the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach - not because he was upset that they had gone together; in fact it was preferable that they go together than apart, probably. It was that there could be no cutting in the way that she mentioned. His breath hitched slightly at the mere thought and suggestion of his red and his best friend's gold moving together.

You should have come and cut in, Stan would have danced with you.

Her words were closer to his thoughts than Brydon cared to admit, than he cared think about - it had not been Kala that he had wanted to dance with that night at the ball. Of course he would've danced with her, but this was not the desire of his heart. Brydon stayed quiet another moment, tension mounting in his shoulders before he blinked, looking to the young woman once more as they lay together. "Who would that have left you with, love? We're not about to leave you out for the wolves to get. Unless you were serious about taking up with Archie when we were in the kitchens a few weeks ago."

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Had it not been for the lesson learned from Sabra about controlling her body or her emotions, Kala might have stiffened at the mention of Archibald Munn. The words she'd once uttered in the kitchen coming back to haunt her, bidden only by a joke her friend had made. They found their way in through the pores of her skin and rode the blood cells straight to her heart, sneaking past the guard of her ribcage. Kala inhaled slow enough that it seemed a regular breath. There was no point in worrying Brydon over something she couldn't speak of, although he would find out eventually. Each second was a tug of war inside her head, a hard hammering against her heart and lungs as with each spasm the thought of telling him grew strong and then diminished; echoing the beating of her heart.

Focusing on the Chevalier girl had only worked as a distraction for a short amount of time and the subject had returned full circle back to their small group. Letting out a soft sigh Kala contemplated her answer already knowing how to diffuse it but wondering whether or not she should be allowing further glimpses into the prism of her mind. Brydon was as much her friend as Athelstan was, it was unfair for both of them to keep this from him. Archibald had only asked her to keep things from Stan, and the first thing she had done was send Felix Wolfhard an owl. After that she had done everything possible to stay away from her fellow lion but that had only served to cause a small hidden meltdown and a mad dash through the forbidden forest. Fingers stroked at Brydon's shirt, toying with the fabric as they rubbed it between fingers, plucked and tugged until it slipped and dropped back against his form.

She smiled to herself then, tilting her head with her chin resting on his peck in order to look up at him. Pressed against the side of her body was the coolness of the floor growing fainter with each passing second as her body and skin started to conform to the floor's temperature in every part of her that touched it. "A pack of wolves doesn't stand a chance against a lone lioness. Do you really think I'm prey, Brydon?" Her voice was soft and sultry, imbued with a sweet and teasing tone she'd used on Athelstan at the Deveaux Ball. The smile seemed to almost falter, but a subtle twitch later and it remained intact.

Quietly the storm entered into her eyes and their color darkened, mind retreating back to the memory of Archibald and the train ride. She should trust Brydon, he would understand that she did not want to become a wedge between them. But trust was so difficult for Kala because she'd trusted once and it had led her to him, to someone she had lost in an instant. She had trusted her parents and they had betrayed her to the Munn family. She'd trusted Athelstan and he had turned his back on her - although that she could understand. Kala had not expected Stan to take her side, but she had trusted that he would have at least spoken to her about it. The memory of the look on his face stung even now.

Slowly kala propped up on her elbow, one hand tracing its fingers down the curve of Brydon's face as she looked down into the boy's eyes. Her eyes took in his features, her fingers absorbed the feeling of his skin, and her heart memorized the rhythm of his breathing as his body pressed against her own. Soon she'd find out if she would be losing her second friend and hated fearing that she knew she would. "There's something I have to tell you about Archie, Stan and me. I don't think you're going to like it."

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Laying on the floor of the dance hall with one of his friends was a nice way to spend an afternoon. It was not often that Brydon slowed down enough to just lay still and enjoy - these were stolen moments that he treasured only with the people that the young man cared about the most. That meant Kala and Stan and pretty much nobody else. Sure, he had conversations with other people, but the feelings were different; usually ending with Brydon feeling restless and needing to shift often, play with different things to keep his hands moving and generally occupying his fingers with something to do Then again, here he was, brushing his fingers through his friend's curly hair, even now, moving slightly as if his fingers couldn't stop.

His shirt rustled against his chest as Kala also seemed to need something to touch and play with, but he didn't mind. They had done this before, finding comfort within each other without needing to really speak about it but also talking about random things all together. His brown eyes roamed the ceiling of the room, so much further away than it usually was when he was on a bed or even standing. They were in a room full of instruments and other things that the young man did not understand the draw to, but for his friends seemed to be a comfort. His lips parted slightly, selfishly glad that Kala had moved on to talking about Archie - even though at the same time, her body seemed to tense at the mention of him. Brydon hadn't meant to hurt her, if that's what this was. At the same time, he was glad that she was no longer focused on teasing him about Athelstan.

"You are a beautiful girl," he responded. "For that, you will always need a little bit of protection."His wink tried to lighten the suddenly tense mood, the playfulness clear in his voice. In a way he viewed the girl like a sister, not that there was ever a sibling for the young man to truly understand what it was like. That was something that he had learned through the Munn boys - what it was like to have a sibling to be devoted to, or even to dismiss, as was the case with the sisters in the family. Brydon did not understand all the dynamics, but he did try. It was all he had in the way of knowing what it might be like.

Still, his brow furrowed and his head tilted as Kala mentioned the Munn brothers again, looking to her curiously and waiting for more. There could be any numbers of things that she wanted to tell him about. The fact that it included her made him more curious, so did the thought that Stan hadn't already mentioned something that might be happening. Then again, the two were still getting over residual feelings from the Deveaux ball. It was just part of the territory between them. "Yes?" Brydon asked. "What is it?" Better not to assume but to ask outright.

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Looking at Brydon hurt. Not because she couldn't stand him or because he was something she yearned for and couldn't have. It hurt in the way that Kala had come to realized he would pick Athelstan's side. Somehow she had missed the shifts in their friendship. There hadn't been anything obvious to tell her that they were drifting apart, or that if tested allegiances would change. She'd always thought they would remain a unit, and they would; but they didn't include Kala. They meant Athelstan and Brydon There was no doubt in her mind that Brydon would remain her friend, but he would always belong more to Athelstan. Had the change been with them, or within herself?

The obliviousness Brydon displayed at the situation between her an Athelstan had really struck home for Kala. Perhaps he had noticed and had decided to wait for one of them to say something regarding the friction. Somehow Kala doubted that had been the case. Everything should have bothered her more than it did, but somehow she had come to expect that eventually every one would leave her in pursuits of something better. The friendship she cherished, and she loved the boys in different ways but it was difficult to feel a piece of the puzzle when the pieces had been cut out and designated long before Kala had even arrived. Somehow she would always end up being that extra piece, not belonging here nor there.

"You're a beautiful girl, you'll always need protection." He meant every word, this she knew. But he couldn't protect her anymore than she could protect herself. Kala had been layering masks and lies unto herself since she was tend, her defenses were stronger than any defenses Brydon could mount. His job was not to protect her as he wanted to, nor to support her. If he wanted to be her friend he could have had the confidence that Kala would be able to manage herself. It was a romantic gesture, his wanting to protect her.

Romance was not something within Kala's reach, but for some reason beauty made boys like Brydon she needed their protection. Whatever drove that desire for protection was still a mystery to the Gryffindor witch. Athelstan had always felt like navigating murky water at its surface, but when delving deeper there was a placid and crystalline lake just waiting to be explored. His smokescreen served to keep others at bay. Brydon was more like navigating a thunderous storm out at sea. He sometimes appeared calm on the surface, but as soon as the clouds roiled in there was no getting to safety.

"Hmmm..." was all she could think to reply as she sat up, feeling the air drift between them and the warmth of Brydon's body warmth ebbing away from her. Dragging out the silence only served to build the tension and she didn't want this to be a dramatic reveal. Every muscle in the witch's body resisted against gravity as she rose. Softly, her footfalls echoes across the room as she strode towards the abandoned instrument and picked it up again. Gingerly and meticulously, Kala laid out the case before sliding the bow into its place and then slipping the cello into the material. Her back was to Brydon now, her muscles tensed yet seeming to move fluidly as she worked. "My parents have chosen my husband. I'm to marry Archibald Munn."

The words hung heavy in the air, the only other sounds were their breathing and the zipper pulling closed. You could drop a needle in the room and hear it hit the ground.

@Brydon Wilkins

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