Brittany watched Mike walk away, carefully carrying his ex-girlfriend. She could hear him mumbling something, but she couldn’t make out the words. Turning back to her best friend, she squeezed Quinn’s hands. “It might not change anything for him, but it changes something for me. I’m not sure what. It might actually be a good thing, but I honestly don’t know yet,” she admitted. There was something inside her that had shifted when she thought of Mike, but she couldn’t tell if it was fear of what he would think, or her own vulnerability.
Feeling Quinn’s arms wrap around her, she practically melted into the tight hug, a lump suddenly forming in her throat as she squeezed the Ravenclaw. “I know it was super hard for you. I’m proud of you, too, Amber. Or perhaps I should call you Toph?” she teased as they turned back toward the castle. “You do realize you knocked over a fucking tree, right?”
“I hope it’s good, I really do,” Quinn nodded, hugging her tight right back. As they walked away from the castle, however, Brittany’s words confused her. “I what?” she asked, raising a brow at her friend before piecing everything back together. Horror marked her face as they walked. “I hope I didn’t hurt anything,” she said softly, before her face melted into a giggle. It felt good to giggle.
“Well, maybe that just means you two will learn to listen to me,” she teased, exhaling as she did; but this was different. This was an exhale that let out most of the feelings she was carrying. The exhale that meant that this, whatever it was, was over, and things didn’t end in complete disaster. The exhale that brought the comfort of knowing that they had gone through a ringer and were quite literally walking away from it.