❖and i'm home || arabel {closed}

"I... I love you, Arabel. I want to be with you forever.

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There. She had finally said it, the feelings she had locked inside her heart for what seemed like an eternity. Granted, it was almost a whisper, the yearning sort that had more resonance, yet at the same time it seemed far too loud, resounding and bouncing in the cold air. Echoing ceaselessly until the sound became hollow and the words became almost indistinguishable. Nothing more than sound. But, the meaning had not been lost. As she searched Arabel's eyes for some hint, some sign, that her feelings were reciprocated, she could see them visibly warm, a smile spreading across her face. The reverberating words were supported by the thudding of her heart, beating against her chest painfully. A steady tempo at which she could count the seconds as they slowly passed. The circumstances dragged at her senses. Her eyes, they felt uncharacteristically sluggish and tired, despite the anxiety-inducing circumstances. Objects seemed to blur, her eyesight was not capturing its usually acute and sharp images. She had no sense of touch, the missing sense was barely noticeable, however. While there would usually be some sort of signal of alarm at this loss, there seemed to be a sort of mute imposed upon her mind. A scent of deep vanilla drowned her, she could almost taste it in the chilly air. Overall, it was as if she was in an online chatroom, and she had a bad connection

Despite the less than ideal conditions, she could notice Arabel's -- amusement, was it? She couldn't quite tell. She was smiling, but it seemed to more of an enigma than a commonplace facial expression. It didn't seem to be malevolent, however, so she attempted to calm herself down. The hard part was over, she reminded herself. She had only to wait for her reply. Finally, after a seemingly infinite amount of time, Arabel lifted her arms in the universal sign of a hug. Her heart fluttered at this, her throat closing up in this intense relief. She was almost in disbelief as Arabel embraced her warmly, the tense atmosphere having been easily broken by a mere hug. She was sure that her friend would be able to feel the joy that emanated from her in potent waves. It was just a normal hug. They hugged all the time, but it was as if this one meant so much more.

"I love you, too, Cam."

Back in the waking world, Cameron Finnigan immensely enjoyed her dream as she slept in the Hufflepuff Girl's Dormitory. She was a very sound sleeper by nature, yet was capable of tossing and turning as any light sleeper might. It was not as if she could help it, of course. The extremely comfortable four-poster bed practically begged her to use it to her pleasure, and, naturally, she was always the type to oblige. She laid on her stomach, limbs tangled in the patchwork quilts and sprawled in all directions. Her face was tilted to the side, long hair splayed across the white pillows. Just observing her relaxed state, one would most certainly feel the influencing impulse to rest. As such a highly energetic girl as she was, she was one to heavily rely on a good eight to ten hours of continuous sleep.

"Hnnn... Arabel...[/color]" she unconsciously sleep-talked rather lucidly, shifting slightly in her sleep. Almost imperceptibly, Cam gently gripped the cloth of her pillow, balling it in her hands in an almost groping fashion. Unfortunately for her, a number of her fellow Hufflepuff students were beginning to wake up to go about their morning routines. A few glanced at her, somewhat worriedly but mostly amused, and waved it off as Cam simply being Cam, impulsive and foolish. [/blockquote][/size][/justify]

Eyes opened, the Red Head attempted to blink the sleep out of her eyes. Rising from her bed, she pulled her blanket off her body and swung her feet onto the floor. For a moment, she simply stared at the ground. But about a second later, her eyes refocused and she looked around, her fellow female Hufflepuffs fast asleep. Scratching her messy red locks, her lazy brown eyes found the bathroom and she got up, her curvaceous but built body adorning a brown tank top and black striped pajama shorts. Making her way towards the bathroom, she took a quick glance at Cameron. Sun was streaming in through the window and it glowed on her sprawled body. As she noticed the state of her friend, she couldn't help but giggle.

She entered the bathroom and did her every day procedures like normal. Used the toilet, ruffled her hair, brushed her teeth and washed her face. By the time she came out, Arabel had noticed Cameron's moans in her bed. And as she got closer, she realized it was her name being spoken. Carefully, she bent down and balanced on her toes and watched her friend. Why was she saying her name? Was it a bad dream or something she was having? But as she saw the relaxed expression. It was odd, the way she was saying her name. It was almost like she ... loved her. But as the thought crossed her mind, she simply laughed. Of course Cam loved her, they were best friends. She was just over reacting.

Slowly she got into Cameron's bed and lightly shook her body. Trying to wake her up, she began to move her friend hair out of her face and whispered. "Cameron, wake up. Its morning Cam."

Cam smiled softly in her sleep, a fairly calm and content sort that wasn't all that out of the ordinary. Taking a glimpse into her mind at the current moment was heavily unadvised, however. For anyone's benefit as much as her own. It was rather frequent that she would succumb to dreams in which her feelings for Arabel would come to fruition, and then some, more often than not. It was simply a testament to how much she dearly loved her best friend. As much as she enjoyed these nightly visions, she hated them as well. As vocal a person as she was, she was often woken up by her roomies who were worried about the cat-in-heat sounds she tended to make. Embarrassment, an all too foreign emotion, would flood her being at these confrontations. She could only call it dumb luck that Arabel had yet to catch on. In addition, though, she could only call this self-tortue. She had already semi-resigned herself to the fate of unrequited love, but to continue her masochistic dreams of such a perfect alternate universe was almost unbearable.

Through her dream, Cam only dully noticed a dip in the bed beside her. As a sort of automatic, unconscious response, she rolled onto her side, shifting so the intruder had more space compared to her earlier sprawled out position. Her mind began to slowly and grudgingly awaken as the disturbance continued in the form of words and a gentle touch near her face. Her drowsy sense of spatial awareness could feel someone behind her, the heat radiating off of them to meet her already sleep-warm skin. She groaned in something like defeat when she finally lost her grip on the dream, the last images slipping through her fingers. She was extremely disappointed, but had little mind to give it any thought. The fifth year turned again, eyes still closed, to face whoever had interrupted her pleasant dream, though she was already fairly sure of who she would find.

"Arabeeel...

[/color]" she huffed tiredly, unable to find it in her to be the slightest bit annoyed at the object of her affection. "Couldn't you have given me, like, five more minutes...?[/color]" Despite her complaining tone, Cam smiled widely and draped her arm across her friend's waist. She finally opened her eyes and couldn't help but think that this was possibly one of the best sights to wake up to. Almost simultaneously, she thought of what a shame it would be that she could never wake up every morning to Arabel.

A more alarming thought took priority, however, that she was entirely unsure if she had been sleep talking again. She hoped from the bottom of her will - because her heart, according to popular opinion, was much shallower in contrast to her resolve - that Arabel hadn't noticed. In an attempt to push the conversation ahead, she changed the subject slightly as to deprive Arabel of the chance to bring it up. "I think I'll skip our first class today. Don't feel like going, so you can go on ahead. I'll catch up whenever, mmkay?[/color]" her said nonchalantly, her smile faltering a bit. For affect, she forced a yawn out and sighed heavily. She was a fairly awful liar, but hopefully her drowsiness was enough to mask it.[/blockquote][/size][/justify]

Arabel smiled in a vixen like fashion at the complaint of her friend. Cameron was usually the type of girl to sleep in and she didn't like being disturbed. But to Bel, that was just a chance of bothering someone. And she knew no matter how much she would prod and poke her Red Head companion, Cam would probably never truly get mad at her. It simply was out of character. When she asked for five minutes, Arabel smiled. "If I woke you up later, it wouldn't be as fun."

It was probably a odd site considering everyone thought of the two girls as friends. Arabel spooning Cameron as she attempted to wake her from slumber. If a guy had been present, a 'with benefits' would have been added to the friends comment. It seemed the two were so close, but would always have that distance. Arabel honestly didn't have real mutual feelings for Cameron. She would be lying if she denied having thoughts of flings with her fellow Red Head, bu that was natural in the teenage mind. Her love simply extended to best friends. The Quidditch player hadn't found her true love just yet, and she was still young.

Cameron had her hand on Arabel's waist as she told the girl that she would ditch class. For Arabel, this was ordinary, Cameron ditching classes. She hated staying in those musty classrooms listening to the boring professors rant about 'interesting' things of the wizarding world. To be stuck in there for so long would have made anyone feel uncomfortable, and she didn't blame Finnigan.

But there was one reason she couldn't let Cameron sleep.

Putting her hand in Cameron's, she lightly squeezed it as she leaned to the drowsy girls ear and whispered. "Its Saturday."