a blast from the past [ tinsley & quinn ]

[quinn bernard grey]

`` Mr. Q. B. Grey_______________

He watched her with a calculating look, observing quietly the manner in which she was now conducting herself. Even not knowing the Gryffindor that well he could gauge the conflict that was bubbling beneath her skull; the varying emotion that he was being shown and how she played off against his insults was erratic, sharp comebacks, moments of silence, embarrassed looks, anger. Yes, he knew about her brother, it was bound to be common knowledge about the school when a death had occurred within its walls; and yes, he supposed that her emotions would be in turmoil because of it – but he didn’t, couldn’t, comprehend quite the impact that it had clearly had upon her. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters though, so perhaps it was only to be expected; but he had intuition, and such an impact only occurred because one wanted it to – if one was unhappy with how they were before, such an event just being the excuse (consciously or otherwise).

The fact that he knew the contempt that she regarded him with was deserved, but never the less rather new to him. Grudges weren’t generally held against him for any length of time, especially where circumstances such as existed there were concerned – people moving on as soon as they had accepted that he was and always would be Quinn and move in the spheres that he did, acting as he could be relied upon to do, and the pair parting with little bad blood, returning to equilibrium as it had been before. It was somewhat troubling to the Slytherin, seeing this as a reflection upon himself rather than upon the girl who had had the abnormal reaction. His brow furrowed a little as she retorted, though the familiar expression of a smirk worked its way onto his face – even if its nature was a little more forced than usual, and still a defensive front, his guard still up against her.

He took a step back, folding his arms across his chest, blue eyes flicking across to Tinsley’s empty glass and remaining focussed on the tiny details as she returned the favour of a lecture – seemingly unable to meet her scrutiny, though his face told little of this, hoping that his expression showed resolve and that his averted gaze was simply for effect and implying that he wasn’t particularly listening to her rationalising. He scoffed lightly under his breath as she concluded, head lifted and his eyes rolled before managing to find her face again, pointedly meeting her look now. Opening his mouth to reply, he was cut off by her excusal of herself and her removal from his immediate area. He paused for a second, quite unsure as to how to proceed. Instinct took him to reach a hand out to grab her arm and turn her around so that the retort that he had built up could be given; but some sense within him prevented his fingers closing and withdrawal of his hand, mouth closed and a glower thrown after Tinsley. Inwardly he hoped that she hadn’t seen the gesture, that moment of weakness and hesitation – perhaps more answering of her parting question than any answer that he would willingly have provided.

He lolled back against the bar, snatching up his glass and throwing the remainder of his drink into his mouth, replacing the mug with a little more force than he had intended. No, she wasn’t allowed to get to him.

STATUS;; done.
WORDS;; five-seven-eight.
NOTES;; end..? i kinda want him to go after her, but a new situation might be better - since i'm hitting a bit of a wall.
MUSIC;; not dead yet! - spamalot.
OUTFIT;; *too lazy*.
TAGGS;; none...?