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[div style="width:500px; font-family: tunga; font-size: 13px; color: #505050; text-align: justify; color: #505050; opacity: .8"]Nick didn't know how he'd been roped into this, but he had. And so, the short twelve year old was slow dancing with a girl he didn't know all that well, his formerly shaggy hair well trimmed and dapper looking. It was the yuletide ball, and he'd been asked to go by a girl, and now he had to dance with her, because he hadn't been able to say no. His ears were red, and his eyes darted around the room, he was so not in his element right now. He hadn't been with Taurus when the girl had cornered him to ask him out, and he couldn't think of any way to say no.
He was panicked, he didn't like this, he hated being this close to a girl. And the worst part, Quet, his lovely gray rat was not in his usual place perched on his shoulder. Nick had been forced to give up the constant carrying of his rat when his curly head of hair had been substantially trimmed. He looked helplessly across at the wall, god, was Taurus even here? Probably not.
He was so busy panicking that he hadn't noticed that the song ended, and he stumbled awkwardly to stop. The girl was smiling ,saying words, and then, he was surprised to feel her lips on his, with wide eyes he scrambled back, falling down and hitting his tailbone hard on the dance floor. Stumbling to his feet, the boy felt tears spring to his eyes, not only was this embarrasing, this was not how he had wanted his first kiss to happen. Hot wet tears streaming down his face he turned and fled dance hall, only stopping when he was out of the room.
The skinny French boy sunk to his knees, hugging them to his chest, and began to sob quietly.
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There was no reasonable explanation about why he was there, wandering along the edge of a formal dance. He looked out of place despite the dress robes and combed hair. The second year had never been known to look nice, too often he was splattered with paint and charcoal with a messy wave of brunette atop his head to complete the look. The fancy clothes and cleaned appearance made him look similar a particular man with the last name De'Ath. He was adopted by the De'Aths, but the physical attributes the family and the student shared were eerie. He was pale and plump lipped with the matching dark hair and eyes.
His attention was settled on the Ravenclaw boy dancing with his housemate, one of the multitude of boys who seemed uncomfortable to be so close to their feminine housemates. Originally the brunette had been upset that his French counterpart failed to mention his date, betrayed really. His younger classmates were the ones to convince him to go keep an eye on the quiet boy, forcing the taller brunette to fish out dress robes and look cleaned up for the first time in years.
A frown had been present on his face since he spotted Nicolas, acutely aware of the Ravenclaw's distressed expressions. Taurus remained off to the side, fussing with the hem of his robes while the other students danced. Nicolas wasn't the only one to awkwardly finish the dance, stumbling around with his partner. The brunette boy was already shifting chairs to leave the wall when the girl decided to kiss his classmate. Several students gawked, snickering at the scene and the boy who fell backwards in surprise. A few stopped when the Ravenclaw ran out of the room, quieting the ball to a soft murmur of noise.
Taurus walked through the odd maze of tables and chairs, slipping out the grand door that allowed students in and out of the great hall. Hogwart's halls were deserted, all the students either hiding in their common rooms or milling about in the ball. Spotting the shaking form farther down the hallway was carelessly easy. Nicolas hadn't ran very far before his heart gave out to the shock.
Without asking, the Hufflepuff settled himself on the stone floor shoulder to shoulder with the Ravenclaw. Nicolas' crying wasn't particularly quiet in a silent hallway, as hard as the second year was trying to hide it. "Nicky?" His eyes were settled on the side of the other boy's head, worry twisting his own features into a slightly distressed expression. They were both quiet and shy individuals, tears weren't particularly new.
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[div style="width:500px; font-family: tunga; font-size: 13px; color: #505050; text-align: justify; color: #505050; opacity: .8"]Shoulders shaking, head buried in his folded arms over his knees, the Ravenclaw cried, he didn't know why he was so upset, and had he known Taurus was witnessing everything, he would have tried his best to buck up. Hearing footsteps the boy wiped his face with his sleeve, and looked up, eyes puffy from the crying. The tone with which Taurus spoke his name made Nicolas feel better, only a little bit, he was so ashamed. Ashamed he'd been kissed, ashamed everyone had seen it, ashamed of his reaction... and ashamed now that Taurus was seeing him like this.
Sniffling, he wiped his snot on the sleeve of his robe, and his lip quivered as he held back more tears. "Ce n'est pas comme ça que je voulais aller!" [sup]1[/sup] The boy babbled, unable to summon the English words to his mind, not that he would have wanted to say them to Taurus, yes the boy was his closest friend, but every time Nicky looked at him, he felt something odd. "Ce n'est pas comme ça que mon premier baiser devait être." [sup]2[/sup] His face was pale, and he looked as though he'd seen a ghost.
He buried his head back into his arm and sobbed quietly. "Je suis vraiment désolé." [sup]3[/sup]" He hiccuped, embarrassing, but not the most embarrassing thing that had happened all night. "Je suis... I... Oh Taurus." At those words the boy flung himself towards his friends arms, trying to fall into them and hug the Hufflepuff tightly, never to let them go.
[sup]1[/sup] That is not how it was supposed to go!
[sup]2[/sup] That's not how my first kiss was supposed to be.
[sup]3[/sup] I'm so sorry.
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As pretty as he found French, he had no clue what people were saying whenever he heard it. The few words he understood were commonly used, heard primarily when Nicolas struggled with English. Using the language left him confused and lost, though he was beginning to learn to work without the translations. Taurus stayed quiet while his classmate babbled on in French, speaking faster then the brunette would have preferred. Some of it was muddled by the snot draining out of his friend's nose, leaving Nicolas with a slightly nasally voice while he sniffed.
Taurus unraveled his arms to let the Ravenclaw hug him, looking is own around the other boy's mid section. At some point, most boys stopped hugging each other like that. Most would stop crying too. Both of them spent too much time hiding from cruel parents to give up the opportunity to feel safe while they sobbed.
Giving Nicolas a few more minutes of quiet crying, he resisted the urge to peer down at the boy leaning into him. Instead Taurus watched the looming door of the great hall for anyone deciding they needed to leer at the students in the hallway. The door didn't move an inch, remaining still. "I'm still not very good at French." Taurus spoke rather quietly, shifting Nicolas to lean on his shoulder rather then the center of his chest. "But whatever happened, you shouldn't feel like you've gotta cry."
He dropped his gaze to look at the Ravenclaw, still wearing his worried frown. Nicolas was not a pretty sight when he cried, although very few people were. Half the boy's face was masked by the odd layers of Taurus' dress rob and the rest was a damp mess of tears still making their way down the boy's cheek. His eyes were going to be red and bloodshot in a few hours, but for now they were hidden under the kid's eyelashes. Artwork of people crying always made it seem so simple, a few tears sliding down someone's face. [color=transparent]acrylic
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[div style="width:500px; font-family: tunga; font-size: 13px; color: #505050; text-align: justify; color: #505050; opacity: .8"]Part of the reason he had spewed out french, instead of attempt to speak English was precisely so that his friend could not understand. But as Taurus comforted him, the sobs slowly became quieter, was he too old to cry? Probably, his father would say so, but Nick didn't believe that just because he was a certain age, didn't mean he shouldn't be able to cry. Crying helped, it got toxins out, well that was what his mother said, and Nick idolized his mother, he was a momma's boy through and through. Eyes downcast, he stayed his sniffles long enough to hear Taurus speak.
He smiled awkwardly, he didn't know what he was supposed to say, he just... he hadn't liked being kissed, it had made him very uncomfortable, and cry uncontrollably. Is that what would happen when he kissed someone he liked? Would he melt down into a puddle of tears? The skinny boy sniffled, and wiped his running nose on his sleeve, dabbing his eyes with a clean part of the sleeve. "I... I-... I know." He stuttered, working hard to get his breathing even.
Slender arms slipped away from their grasp around Taurus, and he clasped them in his lap, looking at his friend. He didn't know what to say, he was so embarrassed now. It was a sudden outburst, and Nick had no idea where it had come from. "I... I'm sorry." The french boy mumbled, his bottom lip quivering and tears threatened to spill from his eyes again. Would he stop blubbering? He looked like a ninny... Scrunching up hi face he blinked back the tears, and tried to look tough.
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"You look like Felyse when you do that." The situation that had lead them to sit in the hall wasn't funny, but the expression Nicolas had contorted his face into didn't suit him. He looked like Felyse whenever the Slytherin woke up scowling. It wasn't a particularly present expression, similar enough to something a toddler might make. "I dunno why you're apologizing, no one's upset." Taurus slowly drew his legs up to his chest, looping his arms around his limbs at the same time. After a second he was settling the wait of his chin on his knees.
Comforting people was an odd task. It was difficult to do right, people were already teetering on the edge. It couldn't be surprising if a few wrong words made it worse. Taurus had more experience with being left alone to comfort himself over dealing with others. There was a very cold feeling about the idea he might be doing this wrong, though it left the brunette unsure if he needed to be talking more or less.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your commons?" Most people thought it was stupid because it was extra work, but Taurus walked up the stairs to Ravenclaw tower regularly. It was mostly just to stay by Nicolas after dinner or studying in the library, but it happened close to daily. He was plenty aware of where the tower was, which he hadn't realized was abnormal for several weeks. He'd assumed all the students knew where the different commons were. [color=transparent]acrylic
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