w o r r i e s (Emily/Gabriella)

[weaslebee2]

Emily's head pounded aggressively as Blaize helped her to stand. The thought of her bed was appealing, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to get up the stairs, she was just so exhausted. She mentally told herself that the stairs were nothing, she went on very long runs every day, it was just the fatigue of the day was finally catching up with her, that was all. Emily made her way up the stairs, relying perhaps a bit more heavily on the railing than she would have liked to.

[doodle]

Blaize stayed behind Emily on the staircase, she looked terribly unsteady, and the last thing he wanted was for her to fall and hurt herself. His healing magic wasn't exactly up to par. He was just glad that he aspired to be an author, or professional Quidditch player, neither of those things required much prowess at magic. He was just an average wizard, and perfectly content with being so. Blaize had to refrain from emitting a sigh of relief Once they had reached the top of the stairs, if Emily collapsed now, she would only hit the floor.

[weaslebee2]

Emily opened the door to her room and then flopped down on her bed, without even thinking about changing her clothes. She would sleep in her maid's uniform, and it wouldn't bother her any. She was too tired to even take off her shoes. Face down in the pillow, it only took her two seconds to drift off to sleep, her last thought being her hoping that she would not be plagued by nightmares this time.

[doodle]

Blaize grimaced a bit as he witnessed Emily inanimately flop onto her bed and fall asleep face buried in her pillow without so much as removing her shoes. He sighed lightly to himself and then began undoing the laces on her green Converse, it was the least he could do. Once Blaize had taken off Emily's shoes, he pulled the covers over her so she wouldn't get cold in the night, and then slipped out the door to go to his own bedroom, where he immediately sat down at his messy desk and began writing a letter to Mr. Scrivenshaft.

[weaslebee2]

When Emily woke the next morning, she discovered that she had not moved a muscle throughout the entire night, and that she had had blissful, dreamless sleep. No nightmares for her. At least not that night. But she was still in her uniform, grudgingly, she slid out of bed and took it off, replacing it with some very loose-fitting sweatpants and a big t-shirt. Emily knew then that she would not be able to go back to sleep, so instead went downstairs after sliding her feet into her slippers.

Clothes

[doodle]

Blaize looked up from his newspaper when he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It was past noon, about time that Emily had gotten up. both Ron and Hermione had already gone off to work, he was anxious to spend the day with his sister, get her into being alive again, it would be great to see her smile again. Blaize missed that more than he could ever describe. "Morning," Blaize said to Emily.