The Oncoming Storm

[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda Lesley was excited as she bounded up the front steps of her best friends house. She was going to surprise him and she hoped that it was going to be a good surprise. There was a music festival in the park called 'The Oncoming Storm' and since she had worked so hard to get Drew into music, she wanted to give him the chance to prove what he could do. In fact she was rather excited. She let herself in through the door and immediately found Drew's brother Alex perched on the couch. He was probably trying to think of another way to get that Gabrielle girl to date him. He was practically stalking the poor girl. Dava shook her head and bounded over to Alex, plopping herself down on the couch beside him, only to have him gestured to the stairs. So it seemed Drew was still asleep. At this hour? Dava shook her head. Of course he was still asleep. He had graduated this year after all, so why wouldn't he sleep in as much as he could. "Ugh, such a bother." She muttered coming up off of the lounge and running up the stairs and none to quietly either. She was a rather hyper girl by nature. Not as bad as Demeter of course, she wasn't a flirty wh*re, but she liked to jump around and party whenever she could, she had even been to a couple of clubs even though she had been under-aged at the time. She still was by muggle standards, but who listened to them anyway? She came up to his door and stopped, placing her ear to the door to see if she could hear any disturbance, but she couldn't so it appeared that he was asleep. She frowned, Seriously, such a bother."

Regardless of how much of a bother it was, Dava still pushed the door open and looked around the room. It wasn't as messy as she had once seen it, but it was enough to make her cringe. Slava would have a heart attack if she saw this room. Dava was also sure that Slava would have a heart attack if she knew that Dava was currently standing in such a room. She rolled her eyes and pounced on the bed, pulling back the covers to reveal her best friends face. "You are a pest. Have I told you this recently?No? Then you are a pest." She straddled his waist, her legs on either side of him and looked around the room. "Do you even clean? Dear Merlin this place is a mess!" She told him, winking at him and rolling off of him to lay on the bed beside him. She had been in his room enough times that it was like her own. She called Drew her best friend when ever she was asked, but she didn't really know what they were. She didn't like to label things. Labelling was for the lame.​

 

[Drew Hanson]

"Alex - you stink!" retorted Drew, realising that that had to be the lamest comeback in the history of planet Earth, he threw his pillow at his brother, deciding to ignore the fact that Alexander was convinced that was violence. "It was not violence. Violence would be causing you direct harm, I just threw a pillow at you." He then walk out of the lounge room and stood sadly in his now destroyed room. There was no point in trying to clean it, he needed to sleep. Wasn't Davalynda coming over tomorrow? He looked at his clock and groaned. No, she was coming over in a few hours. "I hate you, Alexander." His blasted brother had kept him up with his talk of convincing some girl to date him. Honestly, Drew was the socially awkward one and Alexander was just a borderline stalker, even Drew knew that it was better to just befriend a girl you like rather than stalk her until she gets out an AVO out on you or something. Because Drew had refused to help him with his antics, Alexander decided to total his room. And now it was everywhere. In all honesty, Drew was not much of a clean freak - but he had been trying. Ever since Hannah broke her arm and they had to brew a potion to fix it, he had been riddled with guilt over the untidiness of his room. He dropped his clothes into the wash pile and pulled on some (hopefully) fresh Bonds, before crawling into his bed. He wasn't going to sleep long, Davalynda would make sure of that, but he hoped that he'd at least remove the bags from his eyes.

"Mmmphhmm." Drew felt his covers removed from his face and squinted. Why? Why? "Alex?" However, his eyes widened when he realised that this was not Alex. He was pretty sure that his brother would not be sitting on him like this. "Hey Dav..." He then narrowed his eyes. "I'm not a pest, and I did clean, honest. Alex messed it up and now I'm just too lazy to clean it." he yawned and sat up as she rolled off of him. He swiped for a shirt and pulled one off the lamp on his bedside table and rolled out of his bed on the hunt for pants. He found a pair hanging outside over his windowsill and pulled them on, before returning to his bed and falling onto it, his face in his pillow. He didn't like holding much eye contact with Dava because she was beautiful, not just because of her veela-ness, but because she had a beautiful spirit and he often felt stupid if he looked at her too long, so he just decided to rarely hold eye contact. Simple as that. "Wait," he rolled his head to the side. "Why are you here again?"​

 

[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda was so comfortable in her relationship with Drew that it didn't bother her whether or not he was wearing clothes in his bed, or whether he was naked. She watched him as he got up on the hunt, she assumed, for some pants. She wasn't exactly sure how it had come to this, though it was plainly obvious that they both had something that they liked about the other, but their relationship was, as yet, undisclosed to anyone, including them. Even the thought of that made her sigh as she flipped over to watch him at the window. Some would consider her a pervert, but she wasn't really seeing anything. Not really. She continued to allow her gaze to capture his movements as he plunked down on the bed next to her, avoiding her gaze as her normally did. She didn't know why he did that. Or if he even did it consciously. All she knew about it was that, more often then not, he tended to not look at her. Sometimes it hurt and sometimes it was annoying, but she made up for it by looking at him. She always looked at him. Whether he knew this or not was unclear to her, but she made it a point to look at him whenever the opportunity arose, such as now. She rolled her eyes at his question and turned onto her side to look at him. He really didn't know why she was here. "Such a bother." She muttered shaking her head. "And you are a pest. Know why? Coz I say so, that's why."

Davalynda rolled off of the bed in search of his Drew's guitar. She wondered around his room, opening and closing his drawers haphazardly, searching, in vain, for his guitar. Where is it? She wondered as she looked behind his television. Davalynda had never seen one in action before, but she knew enough about them to know she likely wouldn't like it. She liked to be active, or doing something that got her moving, not sitting in her bed watching moving pictures on a screen. She suddenly had a thought and dropped to her knees, skidding along on her stomach to see under Drew's bed. Bypassing several items of clothing she would rather not speak about, she located his guitar, though she was a little mad that it had been under his bed. She dragged the instrument out and sat up on her knees, cradling the guitar in her lap. She looked up at Drew and sighed audibly. Dust in her hair. "Such. A. Bother." She stood up and placed the guitar gently on the bed. One she had helped him pick out. It was a lovely shade of blue, sparkling in the sun because she had repainted it with glitter. Drew had been a little mad about that, but he had gotten over it. "We are going to the Oncoming Storm Festival. So get dressed!"
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[Drew Hanson]

He narrowed his eyes and stuffed his face back in his pillow. He liked this pillow, it smelt like vanilla and it was soft and fluffy. Perfect for pillow fights if the need revealed itself. Like now. This was one of those moments where he just wanted to smack Davalynda gently in the face with a pillow and run through the house screaming because of it. Pillow fights were fun - but they'd need to get more friends over. Not Alexander. Alexander played to win at games like that. He was not above manhandling people and tying them down. Once he had Drew bound for nearly an hour, Dava saved his life by finding him. When she looked directly at him and rolled over, he instinctively avoided her gaze and looked at his purple lava lamp. It didn't actually work properly, and while magic could easily fix that, he liked the fact that it was just one massive clump that floated awkwardly in the centre of the lamp. It reminded him of himself. Awkward and floaty. He liked to think of himself as floaty. "I am not a pest. You're a pest," he briefly looked directly at her and poked his tongue out, before snuggling back into his pillow like a puppy. "Always coming to my place - you might as well move in."

He sighed and rolled over as she left his bed. She did this all the time - fortunately, Drew did not have anything he felt the need to hide. He rose his eyebrow quizzically when she opened his drawers for his guitar. It was a full-sized guitar, it would most certainly not fit in there. She then looked behind his television and it sure as Hell wasn't going to be behind there. He crawled to the edge of his bed and poked his head under to watch her scavenge in the darkness that was his bed. He was sure dementors and other dark creatures could live under there quite happily. He laughed when she emerged with dust on her head. She was lucky that was all she had. His heart sunk slightly when she reminded him of the fact that they were going to that festival she had made him promise to attend with her. He hated performing in crowds - or in front of anybody, actually. The hardest critic was Alexander, since he had a good ear for pinch and lacked a brain to mouth filter. At the beginning his comments were hurtful, but they became more complimentary as Drew improved. "Dear Merlin... really? Can't you please let me sit this one out?"
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[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda rolled her eyes for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. She always had this same conversation with Drew. It was like it was the only thing they could talk about. She sighed and shook her head. Then he snuggled into his pillow, much like a puppy would, or maybe a kitten, and she found herself slightly giggling. She found his movement, more often then not, to be rather amusing. "That's an idea. I might do that, then I could wake you every morning and it would be easier to come see you. You do realise that in like two weeks, I have to go back to school and I won't see you for the rest of the year right? Are you going to come to my Graduation?" She asked, sitting comfortably on the bed, twirling the guitar in her hands. She was going to miss this place. She had been coming here most days for the entire Summer and she was going to miss it. Miss seeing his face. They hung out all the time in Beauxbatons, but now that he was Graduated, they weren't going to be doing that, now were they? She pursed her lips and strummed a few strings on the Guitar. It needed tuning so she turned her mind to doing that instead of thinking about how long she was going to have to wait until she would see him again. She wouldn't be back here during the break. She had promised Slava that she would stay at school to help make things easier. She had reluctantly agreed, but agree she had. She was always willing to do whatever Slava told her to. Without Desislava, they would have all grown up in an orphanage. Slava had sacrificed so much for them to have a decent and fulfilled life.

She hopped up off of the bed and stared down at the back of his head. (Seeing as he always tried to avoid her gaze) She was mad that he would even attempt this. He knew the rules, they had been the same rules every week, he was to allow her to pick something that he had to do, that was a little out of her comfort zone. She had agreed to let him do the same for her, but considering there was very little that was out of her comfort zone, he had thought that it would be completely pointless to even try. She agreed whole heartedly, but he had to find his own way there and eventually he had. Now that she had his attention she put her hands on her hips, put on her best angry face and glared at him. "Don't make me go all Veela on yo ass." She told him, raising her eyebrow slightly, she wouldn't really do it, but it was fun to threaten a pacifist with violence. "You promised, you can't back out now. You hear."
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[Drew Hanson]

He knew he was being difficult - but there was rarely a time he wasn't being difficult. Drew didn't go out of his way to be difficult, but it just seemed to happen. However, his eyes widened slightly. The thought of Davalynda living here was not a sound one. He was sure he wouldn't be able to function with her living here with him and his brother. Alex was barely tameable as it was - having her here full time would make it impossible. Alexander already knew Drew liked her, he did not need his big brother whispering things into her ear - or embarrassing him. Especially the embarrassment that would occur with having Davalynda live here. Where would she sleep? Well, Alexander would probably decided that it'd be great for her to stay in Drew's room - because he was a d*!k. "I... don't think so. I'm terrible in the morning. Look at my hair?" he waved his arms around to try and distract himself. However, he was right. His hair looked like it was trying to impersonate Albert Einstien. "I don't think anyone could handle it." As for the graduation - of course he was going to go. He couldn't miss it for the world. She was silly to even think he'd miss it. "Of course I'm coming! and we can write while you're at school - it's not like I'm going anywhere. Alex's stalking that chick, we're not going anywhere until she dates him or calls the cops." and as she began tuning the guitar, Drew silently listened with his face still stuffed in the pillow. He would have fallen asleep - but that was not wise with Davalynda and markers in the same room.

Drew grinned cheekily - and for a rare moment, he held direct eye contact with the blonde. With his hands resting awkwardly on his waist and his elbows pointing outwards, he fluttered them. "Tweet, tweet." He wasn't insulting her - he'd never do that. Drew just decided to play with her for a bit. She brought up the veela thing and everyone knew that that always included birds and fire. Drew didn't have a spare flame-thrower with him - and with the state of his room it was probably best to keep the flames to a minimum. He then dropped his arms, finished holding eye-contact and slouched. He could have kicked himself. Why did he have to make promises he really did not want to keep? He was timid - as in, not supposed to be out-going. Sure, he liked talking and having fun, but only in small groups of people that he knew. "But..." he sighed. "I hate crowds and public things - I nearly ran away from graduation, Dav. Getting up and... ugh," he threw himself back to his pillow and curled up into a foetal position. "I know I promised..." he looked at her with his left eye - his right being covered in pillow. "But do I really have to? I haven't had much sleep and my bed's really nice and warm and I'm comfortable." he rubbed the patch of mattress between him and Davalynda. "I love my bed." Why could honestly say they did not love their bed? Beds were amazing.
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[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda was used to this, she had to admit, but today Drew was being doubly ridiculous. She came to spend time with him because she missed him and her house was always so crowded, not to mention Desislava had arrived home well after nine in the morning with a serious hang over and she really didn't want to have been yelled at. She shook her head and sighed, she hadn't seen Demeter return with her, but she was sure she would have been at home somewhere or at the least back at her hotel in New Zealand still. How Demeter moved from one country to another with such ease, Dava would never understand, sometimes she found herself wondering if Demeter didn't turn into a bird on principle and just flutter about, to prove some kind of whacked out point or something. It was no use really, trying to pick Demeter's brain. Sometimes she really didn't know what was going on in that girl's head. Though she was the Black Sheep of the family after all. That had to count for something. Right? She raised her eyebrow at Drew and shook her head. She hadn't been serious after all. "Oh, I was kidding you dork." She told him leaning over him to flick his ear. He was such a child. She pointed to herself. "I, can handle, anything." She raised her voice an octave at each comma, she thought it made her sound serious. It really just made her sound silly. "Of course we can write, but I don't want that stupid owl of your brothers to come near my owl. I think he impregnated her last time!" She told him, glaring out the door as if she could see Alex. "Stupid Owl." She added, placing the guitar on the bed next to Drew.

Davalynda glared at the boy as he tucked his head beneath his pillows. Sometimes she really didn't know why he even bothered with him. It seemed she was the only one that was making any good on this friendship. He seemed to just ignore her half of the time. She groaned rather sharply. Despite the fact that he was teasing her veelaness, which she didn't care about as he always did it, he was beginning to get on her nerves. "Fine, if you are going to be like this. I am going home." She huffed, turned on her heel and proceeded to stomp out of the house. She was sick and tired of having this argument with him every time. She had hoped that eventually he would grow to accept her, accept her being different, but obviously she was wrong, she could take his teasing, she could take his ignoring her, but she was not going to stand for him not wanting to be seen with her in public. She was not the kind of person that would stand for it, she was an independent woman and she did not need this. She stomped down the stairs, slammed the front door and proceeded on her way to her home.
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[Drew Hanson]

Drew kept his head buried in his pillows, only peaking at her. he had no idea that this annoyed her - she had never said anything. He always obstructed his eye sight from her, with his arm, or sometimes he'd chew on his sleeve, or pull his fringe in front of his eyes, or just look down and to the side. She never mentioned anything about it. He was grateful to know she was kidding, though. It would have been far too uncomfortable. He was sure his vegan lifestyle would annoy her to bits, just as it did Alexander. Also the fact that he did his best to never use violence against anything. This included bugs. He would scoop them up with his little bug scooper and gently take them out to the garden. He snorted as she continued. Her voice was going a little shrilly as it did when she tried to do whatever it was she was doing. He wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but it was funny. He then began to giggle uncontrollably at the new of Alexander's owl's antics. "His owl's just like Alex," he said, "Except the owl doesn't shoot blanks." It was mean, but this was Davalynda, he knew she'd probably laugh. And it was fun pinking on Alexander. It was too easy. He never took offence to it anyway.

Drew was surprised by her reaction. Usually, she would smack him or something. Occasionally she would jokingly leave, but this time she seemed very, very serious. She even completely left the room. Drew climbed off his bed and entered the hall. By this time Davalynda was already down the stairs and going outside. Alexander gave him a glaring stare and he ran back into his room and to his window. He was still in shock that she had stormed out like that. He honestly couldn't understand her some times. He could have thrown himself out of the window, before he realised that he could use magic now. "God Drew, you're an idiot." He grabbed his wand - never leaving the house without it - and apparated a few steps in front of Davalynda. He gently grabbed her shoulders to stop her storming and looked her directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry," he began, already feeling awkward and stupid. He just decided to give up - there was no point in trying to talk. He couldn't think of anything. So, instead he decided not to talk, and kissed her instead. When he finally pulled away, he prepared himself to be punched in the face or something. He might as well begin the walk of shame and convince Alexander to let them move country... again.
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[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda was more than a little surprised at how things were unfolding. She had expected to rush out of the house and never come back, perhaps sit on her bed until he came climbing up her window to apologise because she would have to everyone not to let him in the house because she was mad. She had expected to maybe have to wait until she got back to school for him to work up the courage to apologise, tell her he was sorry, give her a hug, then go right back on to not looking her in the eyes, and pretending that nothing was wrong. But she was not going to let that happen. Drew had upset her too often now for her to just let that go. She was so angry at him, she kept clenching and unclenching her hands as she walked, not wanting to dig her nails into her hands or something. Davalynda hated bleeding, despite her initially active nature, she was really more into music than anything else and she needed delicate hands for that.

Davalynda was forced to stop walking as Drew suddenly appeared in front of her and grabbed her shoulders. He was actually looking her in the eye, well that was something at least. She didn't really want to listen to him though. She'd had enough of him acting like a moron around her that she was so shocked and surprised when she suddenly felt his lips connect with hers. She stood stunned as he pulled away and couldn't decide what she was thinking. She had never expected for this. It wasn't something she had thought she would need to deal with. She continued to look at him and finally decided that a slap to the face was appropriate. "Why did you do that!" She asked, holding her now smarting hand to her mouth, the feel of his lips on hers still present. "Why?" She asked. She had never expected him for the type to play with her emotions like that. She was extremely disappointed in him.
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[Drew Hanson]

Drew was surprised that he only received a slap. In fact, he was expecting so much more. The muggle-born held his hand to his cheek - now red from the slap. His other cheek was red as well, though that was not from her slap. It was from his own nerves and embarrassment. Drew felt that he already knew what she was thinking. Obviously, she did not like him. He could construct a list of reasons why he would die alone. For starters, he was a muggle-born. Too magical for muggles, too muggle for magicals. It sucked. Then he was a pacifist. He had no idea what people had against that, but if Hogwarts New Zealand and Beauxbatons were anything like the real world, and the similarities were there, people probably wouldn't appreciate that about him, either. He also lived with Alexander. Now, that really had to be taken into account, because Alexander was really weird, and annoying, and a total butthead. Why in the name of God would someone as amazing, beautiful and talented as Davalynda ever like him in that way? Why she was even friends with him he wasn't even sure. However, no matter how she felt about him now, she had asked a question. She already knew he liked her, and he already knew she hated him. How he could have ever thought that she'd like him he wasn't sure. "Why?" he almost laughed the word from his throat. Wasn't it obvious?

Drew shook his head. He might as well tell her. Where was the harm? He was already planning to drag Alexander out of the house and just move overseas again. Maybe to Australia this time, or Fiji. "Honestly? You never realised," he ran his fingers through his hair. "Dava, you are one of the most amazing people I know. I barely speak to anyone, ever. But I talk to you because you are amazing, you're beautiful, you're talented and most of all you are one of the most understanding, coolest, kindest people I have ever had the privilege to meet. I have met few people that have learnt that I was a pacifist and muggle-born and decided to occupy any amount of space with me." He took a shaky breath. He kind of feel like crying, saying all of this. "I'm sorry, what I just did was really out of line and I had no right." He looked back at the safety of his house, and for one last time looked at Davalynda. "So there you have it, I've liked you for years. It was nice, being your friend." And, with one quick, weak smile, Drew quickly apparated back to his lounge room - right in front of Alexander. "Pack your crap, we're moving to Fiji." He stated, hurriedly fixing up boxes to enchant them. "Don't just sit there, go moving!"
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[Davalynda Hanson]

Davalynda was stunned into complete and total silence. She honestly did not know what she was supposed to say. Right at this moment, the girl who was never at a loss for words, could not find the right ones to say. She simply stared at Drew, her hands up against her mouth. What he was saying made no sense to her at all. He said these things, but she didn't understand why he was only saying them now. He had plenty of time to say it. She turned on her heel as he left her and ran after him. What on Earth was he doing?! Chasing him into the house, she watched on, slightly amused as he ran around the house, haphazardly throwing things around. She raised her eyebrow as she watched him. This was rather amusing. When he finally seemed to have stopped for a breather she stepped over to him and pushed him up against the wall. "What is it with you and Fiji?" She then proceeded to kiss him with slightly more force then was probably needed. She didn't really expect that she would be so forward, nor did she expect that she was ever going to be kissing her bestfriend, but low-and-behold here she was, doing both really and with the same person! What luck! She pulled away and looked him in the eye, smiling, she ghosted her hand across his cheek. "Such a bother." She smirked.
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[Drew Hanson]

Alexander was no help. He was like an annoying sack of potatoes. Except, potatoes were easier to live with and did not talk. He couldn't bare to look at Davalynda again. it would just be best to move far away (to Fiji) with Alexander and never, ever speak of this again. Ever. He could become a monk or something. Monks seemed nice - except their haircuts. And he wasn't sure about his tattoos, but it would be better than having to live in the same country as Davalynda, since she hated him. He'd see her in everything here. He would never be happy. Drew paused his packing when he heard Alexander laughing far too hard for him to handle. What was so funny? He looked around, and his heart stopped. Drew stuttered for a moment, before throwing out his answer in terrified confusion. "I like Fiji - wah!" He waved his arms around for a moment, since he really had no idea where he was supposed to be putting them. The last thing he wanted was to p!ss her off at a time like this. And all in front of Alexander too. Oh God was this going to come back and bite him. But it would be so worth it. Drew smiled weakly and chuckled at what she said. "I'm not a bother," he said, tentatively leaning his forehead against her own. "Well, maybe just a little bit."​

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