The Quiet Commonroom

[Xaver]

"Good. We agree, then."
Xaver shook his head, and stood, slowly following her trail like a big cat, absently slinging an arm around her waist when he reached her, softly kissing her temple, before looking out the window, becoming lost in it.

[Ginny Weasly]

She leaned against him, her eyes blank as she became lost in her thoughts. She was thinking of Kylie.

[Xaver]

Xaver held her close, somehow settled, if only for the moment.
Then, at exactly the same time, the clock in his room, next door, could be heard, as well as someone knocking on Ginny's. He bowed his head, shook it, and sighed, then looking back up. His reverie was gone. Solemn, he turned away from the sunrise that had turned to him, dead grey.

"That'll be the maid, for you. They said they'd send one. Careful, or she'll use you like a doll. Anyway, just tell her whatever you want, anything you want, and she'll get it. I've got to go get changed..."
He shook his head a little grumpily, looked at her, and became a little calmer, again.
"Love you," he said softly.

[Ginny Weasly]

On impulse she kissed him, having to stand on her toes slightly, since she didn't have shoes on.
"It's gonna be okay, Xaver."

[Xaver]

"I hope so," he whispered.
He leaned down, and gently returned the kiss, holding her lips for as long of moments as he could, until the door was being knocked on again. He slowly, softly pulled away, kissed her forehead, and regretfully stepped back slightly.
"I'll see you in a few minutes," he said, kissing her lips one las time, before slowly turning, and stepping through the door, into his room.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny waited until his door closed before she walked to her own door. She opeaned it.
"Yeah?" She asked.

[Xaver]

It was the girl that had lead the the night before. The one who looked uncannily like Kylie. Another reason Xaver had booked out of there so fast.
"I've been told to help you get ready."
She shrugged.
"I was sent 'cause I knew Kylie and Xaver," she explained.



Xaver emerged from his room a few minutes later, dressed in black dress pants and shoes, a dark grey silk shirt, and a black jacket. Nothing special at all, but nothing un-fancy, and lazy. And anyway, Xaver had an odd ability to make clothes look good. But it was odd how sharp the dark colors contrasted and heitened the sharp angles of his face and body, making his eyes seem darker and far more dangerous than they ever looked. Or, maybe he had changed. He didn't think he had.
He leaned against the wall across the hallway from Ginny's door, watching his shoes.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny looked a bit flustered. She had no idea what to tell the girl to do.
"Erm, okay?"

[Xaver]

"Well."
The girl scratched her head, shrugging again.
"Do you want some robes or clothes? Or cheese? We have some really good.. cheese.."
The girl shrugged, again.



Xaver turned, still across from Ginny's door, and stared out the glass-less window. It was cold in the corridor, colder than it usually was on mornings, and the slight breeze was almost bitter. He looked down, and absently picked at the old stone sill.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny couldn't help but smile. In fact, she even giggled.
"Cheese, huh?" She shook her head, realizing that this girl was young and used to being told what to do.
"Come one, you can help me pick out my cloths. Then we'll get some...cheese."

[Xaver]

The little girl grinned.
"Great!"
She nodded her head feverishly. She had been good friends with Kylie, and was very distressed about her loss, but her child's mind didn't want to focus on one such thing.
"Let's go look! Then, I'll show you all of our cheeses. We have yellow, white, peach.."



Xaver was watching the courtyard, below the window, none too invlved in anything. He wasn't bothered, simply thinking.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny motioned for the girl to led the way to wherever she would find clothes. As she passed Xaver, she touched his shoulder slightly, then continued walking as though she hadn't seen him.

[Xaver]

Xaver stirred as he was touched, watching as they walked, his expression blank. He looked back out the window, a little calmer, but still wound up, his stomach knotted.


The little girl led Ginny around the corner, and through a few doors, into an enormous room. Like Xaver had said, it held... everything, in clothes, and whatnot. She looked around, smiling at all the colors.
"What do you want?" she asked.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny smiled slightly, a bit uncomfertable. She wasn't big on dressing up, but she knew she could change after the funeral services. She walked over, rifling through the cloths until she found a black skirt and a dark blue long sleeved dress shirt. She shrugged and went to put them on, pulling black shoes on with them, and pulling her hair back from her face.
She scrutinized herself when she came back into the room where she had left the girl.

[Xaver]

The little girl clapped her hands.
"Good!" she exclaimed. "Now, cheese?"
She offered a plate, too young to realize the absurdity of the situation.


Xaver picked at the sleeve of his jacket, annoyed by it. He didn't like wearing anything particuarly fancy. The things got in the way. And he wasn't in the mood to be strapped into anything. But he had been submissive, and just done what he was told, in even less of a mood to argue. He growled, mentally threatening to tear it off, and chuck the 'costume' below.