Circle

[Angel C. Starr]

The sun was starting to go down, casting various shadows across the walls in the Astronomy Tower. The message she had sent had been very specific about when to meet her, she trusted her new owl to find him. After all it seemed her previous methods to get his attention no longer worked, or he was ignoring her. Angel had to talk to Death and if she had to look desperate and reach out, then she would.

Looking out at the sky she smiled noticing some students were still outside catching the last bit of sunlight. They were playing Quidditch, a reminder that she needed to get some practice if she wished to keep her position on the Gryffindor team. Not that Quidditch really was that important to her, it was more of a way to release tension. Not that it seemed to be working...

Making sure she was still totally alone Angel searched though her bag until she found what she wanted, an unmarked while pill bottle. Opening the cap she popped on in her mouth and swallowed it without a drink. Putting the bottle back away she frowned at her own weakness, she should have tossed them out months ago. Her eyes lingered on an old scar from another moment of weakness, back when she had first got together with Death. The weakness remained, the way of dealing just changed...

Angel considered just leaving but she had to get this over with. If she was going to constantly see Death then she'd have to find a way to be around him and not go into full blown panic attack. Seating herself in the window ledge she waited, closing her eyes as the minutes went by.

[Death]

Death was curled up underneath a pile of blankets in his makeshift bed in his closet and the thudding was still occuring.

'Eughhhh.'

He put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. Why wasn't whoever it was getting fed up with his rude behaviour and going away yet? Didn't they know him by now? Death stopped his thoughts in their tracks. Wait a minute... Val was the only one who knew he lived in a closet in the basement of Hogwarts and this wasn't the secret knock that they'd arranged... so who on earth could be hammering down the door at this time of night?

Curious Death got up and opened the door only to be rewarded with a face full of owl. The disgruntled creature fell to the carpet with an unimpressed squawk and looked up at him from a pile of its own feathers, lost from its ultimately successful battle with the closet door. It stuck out its left leg indicating that Death should take the message coiled there.

Obediately Death did so and got a nip for the trouble that broke the skin of his index finger. Sucking the injury he made a rude gesture at the owl as it picked itself up and took off losing more feathers and flying erraticly down the corridor.

'Stupid bird,' he said and uncurled the paper. Reading it, his hand dropped from his mouth and he started off in the direction the owl had gone. Angel had summoned him to the Astronomy tower and though the note didn't say why Death had a bad feeling about it. He quickened his pace and was quite out of breath by the time he'd climbed all the stairs in the windy tower and reached the top.

He opened the door and shut it behind him with a thud, leaning back against the wood and taking deep gulps of air. He needn't of panicked, Angel was sitting tucked up in one of the window seats watching the sunset. Death relaxed, though he was a tad concerned that he had gone to bed so early.

'I think I broke your bird...' he started.

[Angel C. Starr]

Her gaze turned away from the sunset when she caught the sound of a rushed footsteps interrupting her quiet reverie, she created quite an image illuminated purely by golden light of the rapidly falling sun. Angel couldn't help noticing the worried look or rapid pace of his breathing. Almost like she could read his mind she remarked on his disarray, "No need to worry, the damage is already done."

Wasn't he supposed to be the one reading her mind? It was meant to be a joke but the truth remained, Angel had screwed up a lot lately. Just looking at him she felt guilty for worrying him, she probably shouldn't have made the note sound so urgent. There was plenty of things involving Death that she felt guilty over, Angel didn't need another one. Though in her defense she had meant well, in fact she had doubted that it would work.

After all no other way of contacting him seemed to work, at first she had believed he was ignoring her. But the last time, while she was in London...she had been calling for help then. It had been an act of God or luck that she had escaped unhurt. Surely he wouldn't have ignored her if she was being attacked. He had to still care, at least a little.

It wasn't fair for him to not care about her when she was stuck in love with him. He was able to move on and she had to suffer...surely somehow she deserved it though.

"I'll buy a new one, I'm just happy you are here. I've missed you." She admitted, immediately mentally scolding herself for allowing such desperate words to escape her mouth. "I've been trying very hard to not miss you, but I suppose you are just that...wonderful."