Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most || Eddie

She hadn't bothered to listen to the riddle, though she loved that sort of thing. The girl had very nearly been sorted into that house herself. Both her mother and one of her older brothers were Ravenclaws. But her and Cillian both took after their father. When they got into the tower Caitlin had hardly noticed they'd moved from the corridor outside the hospital wing. She looked around, very grateful that he'd obliged her request and taken her somewhere they could be unafraid. It was sort of like a foreign world though. They'd been to her room before, but not his. And suddenly she wasn't thinking much about her hand or what had happened.

Her little button nose went immediately to the glass of the terrarium and spied at the amphibian within it for a moment before sitting on his bed and pulling her knees to her chest. "huh?? Oh! Clothes.. Yeah... Tha' might 'elp." Taking the clothes from him Cait eyed them a little and thought very little about it before carefully pulling her shirt and pants off and slipping into his clothes. The petite girl almost disappeared in them. His legs were much longer and she was so much more used to tight fitting shirts. Her good hand fluffed out her messy hair and looked up at him, her bare feet dangling off the side of the bed.

Out of it soberly for once, Caitlin watched him move about quietly until he spoke again. "Oi. I've needed a smoke since before we got to the hospital wing." In truth that place made her feel uneasy when she wasn't inured. She hated places like that. Hospitals and doctor's offices. They smelled weird and freaked her out. She accepted the cancerstick and light and let the nicotine wash over her in a tingle. Her eyes caught the ring on her finger. "Glad I didn't hit him with this hand... mighta broke the ring. Mighta cut off me whole finger. I'd be sad I smashed it." The girl looked over at him with a weak but genuine smile.

Eddie was her cure all. He knew better than anyone just how to get a laugh out of her. Her eyes squinted deeply and her head fell back as the girl let out a laugh at his vibranium comment. It was the perfect medicine. Politely looking away as he changed, Caitlin watched the sky glitter from her place at the edge of her bed. Okay maybe she snuck one tiny peek. But in her defense it made her smile, and a step back to normal Cait was always a good thing.

She'd managed to toss her butt out the window as he had before he shut the window and heaved a sigh as she sat back down. Did she sleep? Maybe she should just stay awake. It was hard to tell if she could rest of not. The evening had worked her up so bad she just couldn't figure out if she should be mad or scared. The conflict was washed away as he embraced her. His chin heavy on her shoulder, was still a comfort and she leaned her head into his face. "Okay. Thank you. For being so amazin'." The girl turned slightly, puling her legs onto the bed and looking over at him better.

"I'm sorry he called you that." Caitlin's eyes fell to look at their laps. Her injured hand was still a bit tender and a tiny bit swollen. Somethings would just heal on their own. However the fingers of her good hand were tracing up and down the seam in his pants. "I've ne'er 'eard 'im say somethin' like tha' an' I ne'er thought he'd say it ta you." There was a sadness in her eyes and she tried to smile as she looked up at him. Her forehead hit his and she pecked her lips against his nose. She'd never had a boyfriend like him. They'd all been open relationships. Repeat hook ups basically. Eddie was the first person other than family and Joram that seemed like he truly cared.

Joram was her best friend. Him acting like this was like a knife in her back. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her since the gnomes infested the garden one summer. She was in a rotten mood for two months that summer. But this.. This was awful. This was the worst betrayal ever. "I'm....I'm okay. It hurt but.." She shrugged and as they laid down, the girl fell perfectly into place in his arms. It was nice that he actually wanted to talk to her. That he gave a shit about what was going on and didn't just want to sleep together. They hadn't even done anything like that yet. Which was sort of refreshing. Conducive of sexual tension, sure. But his company was more important to her than that.

"I wasn't tryin' ta fight with 'im. His nose was bleedin'. I was tryin' ta help 'im." She shook her head. Joram had been beyond help at that point. "He didn't want any o' tha'. He was so... drunk. an' so high. I've ne'er seen anyone tha' cooked or sauced. Jorrie got inta the 'ard stuff. He ne'er gets inta tha'" She couldn't understand what had driven him to such a low. To say such things. And then she remembered what she had said. Rolling over, Caitlin searched his face.

"I didn't mean it! I called him such terrible things. 'piece of shit' and 'son of a bitch' don't even compare ta tha'. I feel like shit fer it.. but.. He called you a mudblood...and He basically said me family was dirt poor and filthy. Me family is tha most important thing ta me. I... I lost me 'ead! I feel bad.. but I don't think I can just not be mad at 'im." The blame was some what on her for certain. She'd been so easily offended and should have kept her cool better. Looking at her hand she finally had time to process most of it. "I.. I've gotten in plenty o' fights before... Not a sissy er anythin'...I know how ta throw a punch. Tha' was a good solid one... It should 'ave knocked his skinny arse on tha ground. And instead..." How was that even possible.

Shaking her head, Caitlin looked up at him. "What e'er. Doesn't matter. I'm fine now. Can we talk 'bout somethin' else?? Anythin'. Please? Like... Snacks? Can we please talk about snacks?" Her grin was small but it was there and she let her fingers work over a pleat in the pillow case between them. Sitting still was an impossibility, even when she wasn't in a peppy mood.

Rats. No snacks. Really she wanted to do less talking about snacks and more snacking on snacks, but in reality the talking was sort of nice. However, she had no idea what he was talking about now. As he said, Caitlin had taken off pretty quickly and missed most of the scuffle between him and Stasja. Though the thought of the crazy blond Slytherin girl made her face squish together. Why she'd been so jealous...Because she was tall? Pretty? And yelling about moving to the country side and popping out a bunch of kids? Not that she wanted to do that this second. It all sounded very 'happily ever after' but they were children at this point and Stasja had seemed absolutely insane when Caitlin had heard her yammering on about how 'In Love!' she was with Eddie.

"I remember Stasja. The wart on an otherwise perfect night." It was a bitter remark, especially knowing that if she hadn't come alone, Cait would have stayed with the group, and they wouldn't have convinced him to run off to find her like the hero he was. Maybe they wouldn't be together right now. So basically, she owed Stasja and Eileen a great big thank you. The thought of hugging Stasja, however, seemed like a death wish. So maybe she would just thank fate and the spirits or what ever, and pay her gratitude to the girls in theory.

Still toying with the fabric in her fingers, Caitlin looked curiously at the boy. "Professor Mortelle showed up?? I...didn't know. Did ya get in trouble?" If she had recalled correctly, a few people had been drinking and none of them should have been out in the lake or forest she was sure. That whole night had been pretty crazy. They could have been in trouble for a whole mess of things. "Why... Why do ya ask??" The subject felt so long ago that it hardly even seemed like a conversation topic that would just come up naturally. There had to be more too it. Caitlin just wasn't sure how much more.

Now she was getting really confused. IT was starting to sound like there was more that Eddie had on his mind than he was vocalizing. This left Caitlin feeling like she was only hearing half of a conversation. What did Stasja, Professor Mortelle, a love potion gone wrong and Joram's new face have to do with each other? She had to be missing something because the more she thought about it, the more she confused herself. No matter though, Eddie quickly changed the subject and at the thought of breakfast, Caitlin forgot entirely about the puzzling night previously in question.

"Tha' sounds so good right now." Her eyes met his for only a second before his face fell toward hers. His lips were warm and soft. Caitlin wasn't shocked by it, and certainly not put off by it. Actually she was impressed that he'd picked such a perfect second. His execution was flawless. An innocent peck that felt simple, yet meaningful. Those were her favorite. They were the kisses that were the foundation of every day romance, and she could never get tired of them. But what was more, were his words. They brought a smile to her face. She felt exactly the same way and the fact that he could sum it all up in all of five words, spoke volumes.

Sure it was crazy, and scary, and a little wrapped up in the moment, but Caitlin felt incredibly comfortable with him. "Me too, Ed. Without ya, I'd be cryin' like a little girl in me room alone right now." She tried to laugh a little and scooted closer to him, resting her head under his chin. With a giggle she looked up and pecked little kisses along his jaw and then up to his chin. "Eddie... Tomorrow... will ya go down ta mine and 'elp me get some clean clothes and me books?" His body was warm and her eyes fell shut as her arms folded up between her body and his.

There was not a single thing that was graceful about the way Caitlin slept. It was much like her real life, chaotic and spastic. But she slept like a rock. Sure by now she was primarily pinning the boy to the bed, had the covers tangled around one leg, an arm hanging off the bed and her face buried into the sheets, but she'd slept like a baby. The pants he'd given her to sleep in had been lost at some point in the evening, and they were likely swimming at the bottom of the bed in the sheets by now. Caitlin could have slept the entire day away with how worn out she had been from the night prior. It wasn't until the guitar sounds penetrated her ears, did Caitlin's brain kick into gear.

It started in her foot. Her red polished toes began to tap along with his strumming. Music fueled the pint sized girl, and she could not ignore it. After a moment or two she rolled to look at him better. It was amazing that he could play, and a total turn on. Groggily rubbing her eyes and sniffing, Caitlin gave the boy a smile and cuddled onto his pillow as she listened to him. It was actually fantastic and the sounds made her thrilled to death and terrified all at the same time. Like she was scared of the feelings she had that made her want to throw up from a joy overdose. Maybe it was just she hadn't felt this way about anyone before and it was hard to try defining what it was she felt growing in the pit of her stomach. And then. she found the perfect words.

As she sat up, hair flying in every which way, Caitlin looked on at him with a grin. "I dunno whether I want to keep listening ta ya play... or tell ya ta come o'er 'er an' kiss me. A lot. But listenin' to ya makes me want ta snog you. A lot." She laughed and stood, stretching. The shirt he'd let her wear rose up to let the bottoms of her butt cheeks, clad in pastel yellow unders, peek out from the bottom hem for a second before disappearing. Normally she was not a morning person and would not be totally awake until she'd had a smoke, and listened to a morning jam. Very loudly. While jumping on her bed. Now she found that she wanted to do all those things with Eddie. Her hand ruffled in his hair for a second before she tried, in vain, to flatten her own.

"By the way.. this is about as good as it gets in the morning." with a laugh, the girl pointed at her head. "Uggg. I hate mornings. Admittedly waking up with you makes them a bit better, but they still suck until after breakfast." She was sort of scared to go down to the Great Hall though. What if Joram was there again? Cait seriously did not want to break any more bones. Or hearts for that matter.