if i had you;; remy

[kendall james finch-fletchery]

If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

The sun was just beginning to crack the horizon, slowly waking up the sleeping world. But Kendall had been awake for quite a while now, running around the grounds of Hogwarts for a little exercise. The world completely silently, he heard the thumps of his sneakers hitting the hard ground, heard the sharp intakes of his heavy breathing. Kendall wasn’t running because he wanted to keep his body in shape, although he did look pretty damn good; in fact, if you were really his friend, you would know that Kendall only goes running when he’s stressed out about something. It’s his way at attempting to clear his mind from whatever thoughts might be concerning him at the moment. Something about seeing the world covered in sparkling drops of dew and completely quiet brought ease upon Kendall, and perhaps gave him somewhat of a better state of mind. Without the distractions of the Gryffindor common room, Kendall could actually come to a conclusion about what he was going to do…about a certain someone.

The boy jogged all around the Black Lake, finally stopping under the giant oak tree near the shore of the lake. It was his favorite place to rest after a jog, before going back to the school for a shower. In fact, he named it his ‘let things be’ tree, because it was the place he could just clear his hand and think about things. And Kendall certainly had a lot to think about today. More specifically, a certain someone he’s been thinking about almost every single waking, and nonwaking, moment of every single day. More specifically, someone named Remmington Tymrak. Kendall didn’t know what is was about the girl that made her invade his every thought, but if he wasn’t thinking about Remy, then he was thinking about their interactions, their conversations, the dinner they shared. Honestly, Kendall enjoyed her company, but the thing that confused him the most was why. With no disrespect, the girl was somewhat of a bitch, not exactly friend material. And yet, Kendall found himself liking her more and more every time they talked. Even if it was just her yelling at him for pulling a stupid prank, Kendall found himself smiling more lately.

It completely puzzled him as to how one girl could have so much influence over him. For the past three weeks, since Remy and Kendall shared the spaghetti dinner night, Kendall has not pulled a single prank. Even though the bet was only for one week, Kendall just hasn’t felt the need to put his energy into pulling a prank. The more he thought about it, leaning up against the tree, the more of a shock the news came to him. Pranks pretty much defined Kendall’s life, they were the essence of his existence, and he just didn’t feel burning itch to prank some random lower year student. Was it to impress Remy and show her that he could change? Kendall wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered though. Kendall might have been falling completely in love with this girl, but most of the time, she couldn’t tolerate him. Kendall highly doubted Remy would be able to survive an entire relationship with him, and just that thought saddened him. In fact, the whole idea of her rejecting him hurt, even if he hadn’t actually told her how he felt yet. Kendall was certainly positive of how it would turn out, which is why he just kept his feelings bottled up. Sure, it hurt to talk to her, pretty much dying inside, but at least she was still talking with him. Kendall honestly didn’t know how she would react to his news, and he was most certainly not going to find out.

Resting his head against the tree, Kendall shivered slightly, as the cool morning breeze danced across his bare shoulders. He draped his head over his knees, questioning what he was going to do. Every day, his desire to be with Remy grew more and more, but he didn’t think he could continue talking to her if he wasn’t going to tell her how he felt. But if Kendall stopped talking to Remy, then he would go stir crazy and miss her a lot. He chuckled slightly and shook his head. Since when did he turn into a girl about this sort of thing. Sure, Kendall had been on dates before, and he had exactly one serious relationship, but he honestly never felt like this about another girl. He had been walking around more or less in a daze, not really present at all, lost in thought about a girl with whom he shared absolutely no common interests with. He couldn’t remember how many times he willed himself not to like her in the beginning, but eventually, he just gave in. There was no use fighting it anymore. He was just hoping the feelings eventually passed, while acting completely normal, before he ruined what he and Remy had going for them.

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notes;; aw
tags;; remy
words;; 832
outfit;; here
lyrics;; not over you—devin degraw

[remmington grace tymrak]

With the holidays fast approaching and the end of term nearing ever closer, Remmington's mood had been steadily been souring as the days slowly but surely passed. Typically, holidays were one of Remy's favorite times of the year. She was able to escape from the lull of life at Hogwarts and be home with her family for a few weeks. Her mother would cook dinner every night and she would spend the majority of the day bonding with her father. They'd play Quidditch, go to matches, go hiking, whatever they felt like doing, just as long as the family was together. This year, that would be an impossibility. There would be no family dinners at the small round kitchen table, there would be no early morning Quidditch runs with her father, it would just be a miserable, month-long reminder of all the things wrong with her life. At least at school she could avoid her problems, but going home would make that impossible. Not that she could even go to her home anymore. That was going to be gone before she knew it as well.

As the "vacation" drew ever closer, Remmington had started losing sleep. The thought of having to spend even one day away from the castle without her father was keeping her awake through the nights and into the morning. That and the fact that she would be forced to spend the break with her new family were grating at her every thought and making it impossible for her mind to settle itself. She wasn't even there yet and it was making her absolutely miserable. How she would manage to survive for as long as she was expected was beyond her, but she didn't have a choice. Her mother was insistent that she be there to attempt to accomplish some family bonding, no matter how against the idea of it Remy was. If it were up to her, she would have spent the entire break at school doing nothing but practicing for Quidditch and avoiding the entirety of the Hogwarts population. The last thing she wanted was to be around people. At the time, they either pitied her or thought she was utterly impossible to be around and she didn't want to hear any of it.

With the early morning hours already arriving, Remy had known that sleep wouldn't come any easier and had already packed up her things to leave the dormitory. As had become her routine for the last few days, Remy had been bringing her training equipment out to the Forbidden Forest and working out there. It was reckless, it was stupid and she didn't give a damn. If some dangerous creature wanted to come up on her in the darkened forest while she was boxing, than so be it. She honestly wouldn't have minded sinking her fist into something real and not just the targets that she had set up in the small clearing that she trained. That, at least, would have given her some bit of comfort and not just a badly bruised hand. Remy had always been the type of person that took her training too far, often ending in injuries that would otherwise have been unnecessary, but lately she had been taking it far beyond the extreme. She exhausted herself to the point where she would collapse afterwards in a heap of sweat and dehydration, her knuckles were rubbed raw from the ferocity of the punches that she threw at the punching bags, and she frequently came out with scratches galore from her traipses through the dense sections of the forest. It wasn't healthy, but stopping just wasn't an option.

That day was no different from any of the last few. By the time her workout had concluded, Remy was panting heavily with exhaustion and her knuckles were bruised up, bleeding and battered to the point where she would likely have to get them to a healer as soon as she returned to the castle. However, she didn't care. The feel of the punching bag and the trees and anything else that got in her way under her fists was liberating. She couldn't change what had happened to her father and what was now happening to her family, but she could punch the hell out of a punching bag and it couldn't hurt her back. After taking but a moment to catch her breath, Remy set about to gather the rest of her things up into the bag that she carried with her. It was absurdly heavy and what with the injuries she currently had and the lack of energy she was bound to have, it was probably a terrible idea to start carrying it back already. But, Remy wasn't done. Perhaps that part of her training was complete, but she still had to run and work out those muscles.

Hefting the bag up onto her shoulder with an audible grunt, Remy slowly picked her way through the forest, her arms getting attacked by the sharp branches of the surrounding trees as she waded through the mess of green and brown. As soon as she broke through the trees and was safely on the grounds of the school, Remy started to push herself even more. Her pace started to slowly pick up to a jog as she headed down the fields of grass that extended far out to the Quidditch pitch and around to the lake and back. It didn't take long for her body to start straining, begging her to quit, but Remy wasn't about to drop the bag or quit her run. She had started it and she would see it through to the end, no matter how much it was hurting. She passed first by the Quidditch Pitch and then on towards the lake, circling around the far side before coming up towards the spot where the large oak marked the side closest to the entrance of the school.

It was clear that she was in no condition to be running like she was, but she continued on with not even the slightest decrease in her speed, up to the point where she reached the large oak. Her foot caught on something, catching her off guard and sending her tumbling forward. The bag flew from her arm and off to the side, leaving Remy to tuck into herself and roll into the ground as she hit it with a thud. She was lucky that her Quidditch training allowed her to have such reflexes, or the fall could have been entirely worse than it was and it certainly wasn't pretty. As she skid across the ground, it was simply adding to the number of bumps, bruises and scratches that she had already accumulated throughout the start of her day. Certainly not what she needed in the state she was in. Much more would be all that the young girl's body could take before it started to shut down on itself.

Closing her eyes at the depth of pain that she felt, it took Remy a moment to roll over and onto her back, at which point she turned her head to the side to see what she had so unfortunately taken a tumble over. Kendall. Kendall Finch-Fletchery. Of course he would be the thing lying down in the middle of her running path at such an absurdly early hour of the day. How she had managed to run all that way and not even see him there escaped her, though considering her current state of mind and body, it wasn't all too surprising that she had completely missed the fact that there was another person there. Honestly, she wasn't sure she even had the breath to say anything to him at the moment or the energy to muster up one of her usual scowls of disapproval. Her mind was simply blank. "I think I just fell over you," she moaned, simply staying splayed out on the ground where she had fallen.

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[kendall james finch-fletchery]

If you ask me how I'm doin I would say I'm doin just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

Exhausted from his run, Kendall rested his head against the tree he was leaning on. In just a few short moments, the sun had risen to a point just above the trees, warming the air. He could tell already that it was going to be a hot day, a much needed break after several cold days of snow. Kendall liked the snow when it was falling, and even for a few days after when it blanketed the school grounds, but he certainly couldn’t tolerate it for three or four months. That’s why he always opted to find a warm Caribbean island to vacation at rather than going home for the holidays. Especially since the holidays were always a sad time for the seventh year Gryffindor. He absolutely loved his family, but he hated seeing his mum so weak and fragile from her ongoing illness, and would rather just not go home. The jokester always felt like he had to be careful, like if he moved too suddenly, he would shatter the healthy image his father so carefully created. So instead of risking, Kendall simply booked a ticket to his warm climate island.

Lost in his imagination about the holiday break, Kendall wasn’t fully aware of the person rushing passed him. He only jolted awake from his light sleep when he felt something hit his foot hard, followed by a small oof. It took the boy a few moments to register the sight in front of him, a look of concern upon his face. Girl, I’ve been falling for you for a while now. He quietly whispered. Not making an effort to get up just yet, Kendall rubbed the spot on his foot that she hit. Yeah, I can kinda see that. He chuckled slightly, closing his eyes for a moment. He probably should’ve made some effort to get up and help the girl, but Kendall was quite comfortable where he was. Opening one eye, the boy looked over Remy, frowning when he noticed the slightly bruised condition she was in. Are you alright over there? It looks like you’ve gotten into a fight with a hippogriff…and lost. He gave a cheeky smile, knowing perfectly well that she would probably hate him for that last comment.

Pushing himself up and off the tree, Kendall closed the tiny gap between him and Remy, and held out a hand to offer assistance in getting her up. It was only when Remy gave him her hand that Kendall saw how badly banged up she was. Her knuckles were raw and she definitely looked tired. In no condition to get up, let alone walk back to the castle. Do you need to go to the hospital wing? You look terrible! The boy was quite concerned for her health. Kendall knew Remy was a bit of an exercise and sports junkie, but it looked as if she had been going hardcore for a couple of days without break. Did she ever take a break?

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[remmington grace tymrak]

In her current condition, Remy was rather tempted to just stay there until she was cooled down enough to crawl her way back to the castle and sleep off all the exercise. That had been her general schedule as of late, as unhealthy for her as it may have been. However, the thought of sitting there looking rather pathetic while Kendall watched on was entirely less appealing. Giving him anything else to hold over her would be a terrible decision, since she knew exactly how he could get sometimes. Of course, she probably had a worse view of him than he actually was, but that was just Remy. She tended to think the worst of everyone around her, particularly when she had no legitimate reason to. It was easier to dislike people than it was to like them, after all. Or, well, for Remy it was anyways. Liking people wasn't something she was overly skilled at.

Letting out a deep huff of breath, Remy finally managed to bring together a typical Remmington Tymrak scowl to shoot over at Kendall for his current running commentary. She knew that she probably looked pretty rough and she certainly didn't need Kendall Finch-Fletchery to tell her that. "Yeah, since that's what I do with my time. Fight hippogriffs," she grumbled, irritatedly rolling back over so that she wasn't facing him. It was probably entirely childish of her, but Remy had never exactly been known for her maturity when she was in a bad mood. She certainly had never been one to admit to such a fault, however. In fact, Remmington rarely admitted to any of her personal faults and preferred to just pretend like everything was just fine all the time. The less she talked about herself to other people, the better off everyone would be.

As he offered his hand out, Remy was tempted to just ignore him and stay on the ground, but she had a feeling that if she did, she probably wouldn't be getting any help any time soon. So, with quite the blow to her pride, Remy took his hand and pulled herself off the ground with a wince. "I'm fine, it's just a few scratches here and there. Nothing to worry about, really. I'll just dab some potion on it and it'll heal up," she said, vehemently shaking her head in opposition to the idea of going to the hospital wing. It probably would have been the best decision, but that would lead to all kinds of questions about what was going on and she really didn't want to get psychoanalyzed by a healer. They would probably come to a ridiculous conclusion that she needed therapy or something and Remy Tymrak would not be going to therapy, thank you very much. "You can come with me back to the castle," she said, more as a demand than an offer. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid that if she tried to go back on her own that she would end up falling again. So, she was going to make Kendall go back with her to prop herself up on.

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