Just a log now actually

[evercretin]

WHO: Dimi and Tess
WHAT: Dimi and Tess want to set the forest on fire, but don't, because they're better than that.
WHEN: April 7th and then June 23rd or whatever
WHERE: The lodge, both times
WARNING: PROBABLY LANGUAGE?

Coming to the lodge every day for class has gotten steadily easier in the last week, but it’s still not topping the list of Damon’s favorite places to be. As soon as he has a moment of freedom, he bolts for the outdoors again, where he splits his time trying to keep busy with anything and catching himself staring angrily at the distant forest treeline. Not that he’s a master of research, but Dimi’s still found nothing useful in his textbooks or the library. He’s considered owling someone at Hogwarts for advice, but who would he write? What would he say? Weird shite. Leaves gifts, kidnaps kids and shows you visions of your brother killing himself. Please advise. Yeah, not sure what sort of help he’d get from there, either. It’s a warm, sunny afternoon, so Dimi finds a pleasant spot on the lodge stairs to plunk down and crack open yet another book that he’s mostly sure will reveal nothing about what happened to him a week ago. Tess plops down on the seat beside Dimi, sprawling her legs out in the sun. She waits a long moment before she breaks the silence. “How’re you doing?” she asks, and it comes out friendly but stilted, like the how are yous during a funeral when you already know the answer, but you’re not sure what else to say. Still unused to being on the receiving end of such treatment (despite having endured quite a bit of it in the last week), Dimi takes a moment to respond. All this concern over his well being is leaving him a little flustered. His smile pulls tight at the corners before he glances up at Tess. He’s silent for a few seconds, considering what he should say. Tess doesn’t seem the type to tolerate bullshit, and Dimi’s a bit tired of assuring faculty and friends that he’s fine. He lists his head to the side, brows raising when he admits, “A bit frustrated, actually,” Dimi lifts the book in his hands. “Research doesn’t exactly feel proactive when you don’t find anything useful.” “Bit frustrated?” Tess answers, eyebrows raising slightly. Is this one of those British things where people downplay emotion? “I’d be…” she considers it. “Furious.” The more she thinks about it, the more she knows it’s true. She tries her hardest to be the reasonable, rational prefect, but at her core, she’s an emotional person with a temper just waiting to rear it’s head. “I could help,” she offers. “Research or whatever. Maybe burning down the forest?” The joke has a hard edge, because she knows that if anything threatened her sister, it could easily become reality. Dimi laughs, but it's rough and mixed with a bit of a groan. He runs his hand over his hair, looking away briefly as he admits, "You and I are too similar." Burning down the forest sounds more productive than looking for answers in books or leaving it to the adults at this point. And it's not too far off from the sort of extreme measure he and his friends would've tried to take if he were still at Hogwarts. "Maybe punch a tree -- seems to be something the other students do a lot here?" He pauses, wincing. "What would you do, in my situation? It's -- ugh, it's shite, sitting around and doing nothing. Feeling useless." Tess smirks, then punches his shoulder. That’s the Coppertale version of a hug. “Punching trees is for newbies.” She considers it, her smile slipping. “Never let Frankie out of my sight probably. I don’t want to be like my mom, but…” But she wasn’t going to let anything happen to her either. “Research as a first line of defense, then plot the forest’s demise?” “That’s...why you’re a prefect,” Dimi says, allowing himself a sighing but genuine laugh as he knocks his shoulder into hers. “It’s a good plan - research,” he hesitates before going on, sounding like he may be joking, or maybe not: “And not letting my brother out of my sight.” [Second scene goes here?] Tess had given her statement to the MACUSA agents, as precise and detailed as she could manage, neither omitting nor exaggerating any of the details she could remember. When the healers had tried to look her over, she’d insisted that aside from some bruises and scrapes, she was fine, and that they should really be spending their time inspecting the forest captives, like Frankie. Dimi found her not long after wrapping up his own interview. They’d already reunited once this morning, but that had been the gang. This was different. He lays his hand heavily on her shoulder when he finds her. “You’re looking well, all things considered.” “You too,” she says, reaching out to pull a twig out from behind his ear. “My ass is bruised like a motherfucker from that fall. Didn’t really want the healers checking that out, though.” There’s a smile on his face, tired but pleased - accomplished. “I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get to burn the forest down.” She smirks and shrugs, “We’ve probably got an hour or so before they send us home. Got any matches?” Her teasing tone slips, though, and she regards him seriously. “We did it though, didn’t we?” They're probably both going to be finding twigs and scrapes and bruises in odd places for the next few weeks, and yet, he can't keep that grin off his face. "You know," Dimi gives Tess a Coppertale hug, square in the shoulder. "We're a bit past posturing at this point. I was worried there. But only for - hmm - a second, because you and I are pretty unstoppable." Okay, maybe there's still a little bit of posturing. "We did good, Noble. We saved them." Tess laughs as she thinks about it all, feeling tears prickling her eyes as actual emotions threaten to overtake sarcasm. She gives him a hug then - an actual hug, arms around his middle, though she still squeezes harder than necessary. “We fucking did, dude.” Dimi draws Tess into a tight hug, her reaction forcing the bluster out of him. “We did,” he echoes softly, voice straining. “We bloody well did.”