<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> An awkward explanation is due.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cairon Hildebrondus probably knew Addison Snow better than anyone. Through the years a relationship had bonded them together, first as intellectuals who had a similar adoration for animals, then as consensual adults who managed to keep things casual and respectful within one another’s boundaries . They were classmates, they were friends, neither were clingy and both kept an open and explorative relationship with other people. Whatever ‘it’ was between them, neither felt the need to give it a title, because there wasn’t one perfect word which could describe them.<br/><br/>It was good to see him again. As soon as the door slid open and their eyes locked a wash of guilt flooded through Addison’s veins, prickling against her skin with goosebumps hidden beneath the long sleeves of her white, button up shirt. Different emotions played out across her face; an attempt at a placid mask, as if to reassure him that everything was okay. A toothy smile that never had the chance to reach her eyes -she knew he wouldn’t have believed it anyway. Then a wince, with slumped shoulders and lips twisted into a pout. Cai’s touch was a comfort. The heat of his skin and the familiar smell of him stripped her of her habits and left her feeling just a little more exposed than she was used to sharing.<br/><br/>She hadn’t meant to worry him. The witch turned her hand, palm up, weaving her fingers with his. Her voice, heavily accented, was thick with emotion, but whispered as if she were worried that it might drift through the rattle of the compartment door. “I’m so sorry, Cai.” She meant every word of it. The last thing she had meant was to leave him with all those unanswered questions. She was at fault. He deserved an explanation. He hadn’t deserved weeks of being ghosted and ignored.<br/><br/>But she wasn’t ready to talk about everything. The words knotted into a ball in her throat and refused to move out and across her tongue. Swallowing a few times didn’t help. Finally, she was forced to settle with giving him the bare bones. “Things got… tense… at home.” She turned her head to look at him, yet failed to actually<em>look</em>at him. Pale blue eyes flicked across their train car but seemed to be watching something else entirely play out before her eyes. Her other hand gripped the edge of the bench seat at her side, nails biting into vinyl.. “I had to get Fez out of there… let my emotions get the better of me -I wasn’t concentrating hard enough… splinched myself a little when I reached you. Entirely my fault for that.”<br/><br/>Mostly.<br/><br/>White brows furrowed. She clenched her jaw and tried to shift through the emotions to a more clear, logical space. More exercises from Divination class. Measured breathing.<br/><br/>She finally lifted her gaze to meet Cairon's dark eyes, rather proud of herself that she managed not to drop his gaze instantly. “I’m here. I’m alright. I’m sorry for making you worry.” Looking down at his hoodie, she released her death-grip on the bench and poked against his chest, above the lump protruding from his belly. “How’s Fez?” She had missed him dearly, and some of the creases in her face smoothed out, eager to make sure that Fez was still in once piece, even while knowing he hadn't had a single scratch on him. Whatever blood had been on the ferret hadn't come from him. "Has he caused you any trouble?"