Had Enough of This - Rebel

[Kate McCarthy]

Kate was one step away from banging her head against a wall, Sam was in one of the biggest funks she had ever seen him in, this was possibly the third worst one? But was heading for the second if he didnt snap out of it soon. He was one of the greatest guys around and he just could not help himself but hand his heart out willingly, he wore it on his sleeve and now once again here he was with it shattered into a million pieces and it was not that she was left to deal with it. The thing was he did not have anyone else who was going to help or be there for him, it was left to her. Normally she was able to handle him and herself, but there was something about this time maybe because of all her own work drama that she had going on that she just had had it up to her neck with ... well Sam.

He was moping around the house and everything he wrote at the moment was a sad love song ... and dear god had he written too many of those in recent days or just stayed up late listening to his sad music or staring out of the window. Why did he have such bad luck? Rebel .. yeah sure she was not the kind of person she expected for Sam, but dear god had she shaken him up and brought a smile to his face and then so suddenly dropped him for reasons she could not get Sam to say. Which was why she was wondering up around Diagon Alley trying to find this Radio Station that Rebel worked at, maybe she just needed to find it and see it because she really had no idea what she was going to say when she found Rebel Tacitus , but it was going to be something .. just as soon as she had thought of it or better yet perhaps she was going to calm down and just go home again.

[Rebel Tacitus]

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that's all we've got for this week's jam session, mates," Rebel said, drumming her desk just beneath her mic. The bouncing of her quill on the desk surface sent little jitters across the wood. "I'll be back Monday to bring you the grooviest of tunes, as your embarassing mum might say! Rebel out!" 

The mic cut out, and the magical airwaves were filled with some idle music before the next DJ set up to put on their show. She passed the next guy in the hall and gave him a solid high-five before heading out the door with her bag slung over her shoulder. The late afternoon sun pressed against her skin, and she knew it was time for a late lunch in Diagon. She hopped onto the train and made her way back into the city. 

Rebel had her sights set on a small café that had some of her favorite toasted sandwiches, but she hardly noticed Kate McCarthy pacing down the walkway. With a small bump of her shoulder, Rebel turned her head quickly to apologize and was met with the familiar face. Rebel blinked, almost stammering to say sorry before pulling herself together. 

"H-hey, Kate... How's it going?" She wanted to ask how Sam was doing, but she thought better of it.

[Kate McCarthy]

Kate had not exactly planned what she was going to say when and if she found Rebel out here, the chances of this happening had to be very small it was only in movies that one just happened to stumble into exactly who they were looking for when they needed to. All she needed was a walk and some air and some time to mentally rant about her room mate, though she could not get too mad with him she did live with him for free and he had picked up the pieces from her broken hearts many times in the past, so she needed to find her patience again. That was why a walk was the best idee, just to calm her thoughts … maybe grab some ice cream that was a good way to calm down and might stop her from baking yet another batch of biscuits, but if she was going to do that she would need to grab a few more ingredients.

As her walk began to loose its purpose and just a slow walk, debating between fudge brownie biscuits or white chocolate and salted caramel or mint chocolate, she was so distracted that she bumped into someone. Opening her mouth to apologies Kate found herself eye to eye with one Rebel Tacitus … and her newly found cool had gone out of the window. ”Rebel” Kate stared at her for a moment as she asked her how was it going, how was it going? HOW WAS IT GOING? It could have been seconds, minutes or maybe hours of them just staring at her before she managed a respond ”I am doing fine, if you must know.” Her response quite curt and before she could even catch herself she added ”but I haven’t had my heart broken into a million pieces recently so I would be doing fine”

[Rebel Tacitus]

Kate acknowledged Rebel in such a matter-of-fact way that it nearly threw Rebel more off-balance. She was very eager to make this conversation end as quickly as she could. She didn't have to guess why Kate seemed so perturbed... It wasn't as if she let the "mystery" linger long between them before she alluded to Sam.

"I'm glad you're doin' alright," Rebel replied, shifting her weight from the balls of her feel to her heels. Fuck... How was she supposed to even respond to that? She's sure whatever Sam told his best friend in the whole world, it couldn't be great. 

"I know you probably hate me," Rebel said, shrugging her shoulders in a bit of defeat. "And I'm not exactly going to say anything that will make you feel better about the situation."

[Kate McCarthy]

The universe was a cruel mistress, that seemed to think this was okay, that her needing a break from one half of this broken hearted duo meant that she got to bump into the other. The other being from what she gathered the instigator of this whole thing, but how was she really supposed to know that … Sam had told her shockingly little about everything going on and what had happened, but based on how upset he was and the fact that Rebel looked … pretty perfect right now she had a feeling she knew who was responsible. At the suggestion that Rebel was glad that she was doing alright Kate did everything she could not to sigh or make a snarky comment back. Kate was better than that and she could rise above all of this and take some kind of high road, ”Thanks” She managed to mumble back.

’I know you probably hate me’ Oh Rebel had no idea, she had no idea the extend that Rebel could hate a person … if she had not chosen to rise above, but she was rising and dead set on rising. ”Yes, well I think considering how you seem vs how he is I think I am allowed to hate you just a little bit” That sounded a little hateful, perhaps she was not as good as rising above as she thought she was. ”I wasn’t seeking you out you know, I just needed some air and this is some cruel twist of fate” Perhaps that made her sound more stalkerish then she was intending, but she wanted Rebel to know that she was not trying to be the overprotective friend that goes and yells at their ex or makes a scene, this really was a hideous trick of fate.

[Rebel Tacitus]

Rebel couldn't help but immediately--and very audibly--scoff, her brow furrowing at the assumption that she was "okay".

"I just came off a long shift where I had to be all smiles for my listeners," Rebel corrected. "You'd do well not to assume anything about how I'm doing."

This woman didn't even know Rebel. She's Sam's friend. How dare she just show up and act like she knows if Rebel is doing alright or not...

Bitch...

"Actually--" Rebel added before Kate could even respond "--think what you want. All I did was try to protect Sam and keep him away from the shite I got myself into. And he knows that. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do."