𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 help me, help me, help me! 」

chapter thirty eight

「 help me, help me, help me! 」

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THE LAST DAY of April was beautiful. It wasn't too hot where you couldn't do anything but lie around and it wasn't too cold so you could sit outside till nightfall. They had opted not to. As Sixth and Seventh years headed to the Three Broomsticks for the evening, they headed back into the castle as they exchanged a minimum amount of talk.

   "What are you doing this evening?" Eleanor asked, breaking the silence between them as she pushed through the large wooden doors, holding it open for him to pass through.

   "Why do you ask?" He responded curiously with a raised brow, slowly ascending the stairs together.

"I was just wondering." She huffed, a smile pulling on her lips. "I didn't know if you had plans that's all."

"No. Like I said earlier, I only had plans to sleep." Sirius reminded her. Besides dinner, there wasn't anything else to do with all of his friends scattered around the castle.

"I see." Was all the blonde could offer as they reached the Gryffindor dorms. Her mind was racing with thoughts, Dotty was right. But how she to go about talking to him. Hey Sirius, I know that you're scared of commitment or whatever but I'm down to just fuck, even if I'm probably in love but I'm too scared to admit that as well- She joked to herself. In fact, she sounded like a lunatic.

   "You got something to say?" Sirius paused at the top of the stairs, causing her to turn to face the boy.

   "Oh, I have a lot to say actually," Elle said mindlessly whilst she leant against the railing. The boy let an amused hum. "Did Marie say something to you when I was in the kitchen?" She asked, watching his smile falter.

   "What are you trying to get at?" The boy quizzed, folding his arms over his chest. He knew exactly what she was on about, she could tell by the tone.

   "It doesn't matter." The blonde rolled her eyes, heading over to the portrait. It swung open once she told the lady the password.

   "Ella, wait." Sirius called before she could step through the hole. And she did. Turning once more to face him. "Neither of us are good at talking. You couldn't even say something without coding what you mean..." He made a valid point to which she offered a saddened smile.

   "I know," She sighed. It was so difficult and for what reason? The girl didn't know but she'd never been one for talking about her problems nor her feelings. "There must be another way."

   "I've been trying to figure that one out for a while." He told her, forcing a giggle to escape her lips.

   "Ah, yes. Avoiding me is a great alternative." Eleanor retorted, causing the boy to shake his head.

   "You picked up on that?" Sirius asked teasingly.

   "Really?" She raised a brow at his tone and the boy merely shrugged.

   "Sorry," He mused. There was a brief silence as they both thought of alternatives. "How did you know? Well, I suppose you do now." How did I know that I loved you or the fact that you liked me back? She thought but assumed it was the latter.

   "Actions speak louder than words." She explained because it was the truth. From the dancing to the time he sent her pastries, to his concern, to him simply giving her his hoodie, or to the picture he drew for her. It was all the little things.