One part angel, one part perfect, one part wreck -- Fall 2017 (DONE)

I had a good idea what I wanted to wear on this date I had.  I wore a beautiful blue sundress with beige strappy sandles.  It was one of the last visits to Hogsmeade.  My date was already out of school and I told him I would meet at the village.  I waited for quite a long time, not wanting to admit he stood me up.  Finally I got discouraged and upset, so I left.  I was one of those rare girls to cry over a bad date -- or in this instance, a date that did not happen.  I started to walk back to the castle.  I did not really want to finisht he rest of the trip.

I was walking around with Stan this afternoon.  "Hey... looks like your lady is having a rough day," I said, noticing Daphne.  She looked pissed, which meant something did not go her way.

I wondered what was wrong.  "First, she's not my lady.  Second, how bad?" I questioned.  I wanted to make sure that it would be safe to even approach Daphne.  If she was haaving a bad day one had to know what stage she was in on whether one may be able to help.  I was one of the few who could approach her no matter waht, though.

I rolled my eyes.  They were always in denial.  "Stan, I rolled my eyes," I informed him.  "And I'd say she's a hurricane... well past a tropical storm."  I enjoyed using the storm warnings from back when I was growing up in the States.

I furrowed my brow.  "Which category?" I asked him. I got used to his analogies to things more common to hear about in the United States.  I just wanted to know what I was walking into because I already knew I was going to see what was wrong.

I looked back towards Daphne who was quickly distancing herself from us.  "Category two or three I'd say.  But she's quickly moving out of our radar.  She's at a straight twelve o'clock.  Go get caught in the storm," I informed him, speaking quickly.  I clapped my friend on the shoulder and pushed him onward.  I knew better than to be within a couple feet of Daphne when she was like this.

I thanked my friend and headed in the direction where Rory told me Daphne was.  I listened acutely for the sound of Daphne's feet.  With being blind, my other senses heightened.  I could smell her lavender shampoo mixed with her vanilla perfume... the scent that made me weak in the knees, to be honest.  I knew I was walking in step with her.  "Hey," I said softly, my arm brushing hers ever so slightly so I knew I would not run into anything; Daphne would not let that happen even if she was angry with me.

I felt Constantine before hearing his greeting.  Of course he would see me like this and want to talk to me about this.  Okay, I was sure that Rory or Ian pointed me out to him as me being upset since he was blind, but still.  I pushed my hair behind my ear and moved against him so he would not trip over a boulder in the pathway.  Just walking with him calmed me down.  "How was your trip to Hogsmeade?  Why ar eyou cutting your day short?" I asked him.  I hated that he would cut it short because o fme.  I did not want someone to help me right now... especially Stan.  I did not want to hurt him.  We really had an odd relationship with each other.

I was grateful that Daphne moved me out of the way of soe sort of hazard.  I shrugged to her question.  "Nothing special... I figured there was no reason to stay when I've been here so many times."  I knew that my answer would not be sufficient, but I did not want to automatically say it was because of her.

I rolled my eyes, but did nto tell Stan.  He would be able to tell by my tone.  "I doubt that was the only reason, Constantine," I said back him.  I saw a smirk playing at his lips, it made me let out a small laugh.  "Ha!  I knew it!  You're leaving early because you saw your chance to save a damsel in distress," I expanded confidently.

It was nice to hear her laugh.  "I didn't know you were in distress," I replied.  I knew ther ewas something wrong, but I knew better than to pressure her into telling me.  She would share when she was ready.

I knew he was just being a smart aleck by saying that.  "Well... maybe I am," I countered, fiddling with the bracelet on my wrist.  Our arms continued to brush together slightly, sending goosebumps up my arm.  I hated how easily it was for Constantine to make me in a much better mood and to actually make me feel giddy and special.  It was ridiculous.

I had to tread carefully now if I wanted her to open up to me.  I did not have the advantage of seeing her facial expressions, but the tone of her voice... and I could easily just sense and even sort of smell different things when it came to emotions.  "Are you?" I inquired.  I stopped when she did.  I could hear her breathing change ever so slightly... almost as if she were about to cry.  I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.  I knew it was her shoulder and not any other part of her anatomy due to knowing where our arms had been touching.  "Daphne... what's wrong?" I asked, getting closer to her.  I wished I could tell if she had tears in her eyes or not.

Constantine was so sweet.  I wanted to be strong, but his concern written on his face and in his voice.. it made me let my guard down.  I was surprised by how close he was to me.  "I was stood up... my date never showed," I said quietly.  I could nto believe that I was close to breaking down.  I was being so stupid right now.

I knew I heard tears in her voice.  I wrapped my arms around her an dfelt my heart flutter when she put her arms around me and her head on my chest.  I kissed hte top of her head as I held her.  "Who was the moron who would do something like that?" I asked, thinking I could easily be someone up.  I would do anything for Daphne.