Post by BEN APOLLO D'EATH on Sept 18, 2011 22:21:00 GMT -5
[/color]” He knew that house selection could be a dangerous topic for some students, especially if there was a lot of familial pressure. People expected a Weasley to be in Gryffindor, after all. Albus might get some hate for that, but he wasn’t a mean Slytherin, as far as Ben knew. They hadn’t really ever talked, but he seemed close with his familiar, especially Toire. “I knew you were a little wimp,[/color]” he said, flicking her slightly on the shoulder. It was a funny thought, imagining Toire screaming at a spider. Ben wasn’t really afraid of anything tangible, because he was pretty much un-killable. But he feared rejection, plenty of which Toire had piled on him.
He giggled sheepishly in response to her scowl. It was funny, she was usually so bright and summery, seeing her frown made her look like a different person. She wasn’t really frightening, but she was joking around anyway, so he just sort of shrugged and gave her an apologetic smile. “Touchy subject, eh?
Crossing his arms over his chest, mimicking her, he asked, “Are you insinuating that girls are weak? How very un-feminist of you.[/color]” He tapped the tip of her cold nose with the pad of his finger. Being raised in a traditional household, he was used to the idea of the male caring for the female, bringing home the bacon while the wife watched the kids. Hogwarts was not really all over that, though, and neither was Toire. Sure, his mother was a strong woman, but Lorcan was her protector from the danger that threatened her idyllic life. He loved his sisters, but they accepted the fact that he would always been looking over their shoulder, making sure their every move corresponded with his life plan for them. “Maybe I don’t know you at all.[/color]” He glared jokingly at her. “You never really come around anymore.[/color]”
Laughing at her disastrous Quidditch story, he felt lucky that he was born good at sports. Being the nerd he was, if he was a human, he would have probably had a worse accident than that. Still, St. Mungo’s that was pretty serious. “I’m sure that you were still beautiful,[/color]” he said with a chuckle. An ugly veela was an anomaly, and he perversely wished that he could have seen it. She bit her lip in a rather adorable fashion, and he cocked her head toward her, pretending to listen to her question intently. “We-eell,[/color]” he started, drawing out the word so that he might appeal his case. “I’m rather magnificent on a broom. Plus, wouldn’t it be boring to cheer for your cousin Beau all the time?[/color]” He grinned at her, a bit wary of where this conversation was going. It was definitely flirty, and he felt vaguely unfaithful to Tori, even though he wasn’t really going anything wrong. Right?
He felt her dodge the question, and he blushed. Was he being too forward? It didn’t really mean anything. It was just casual conversation. He reassured himself, titling his head slightly so that she couldn’t see his eyes. Mostly he didn’t want to look at her blue ones. “I-I mean,[/color]” he stuttered slightly. “Yeah.[/color]” He mumbled at his knees. So she was unattached? That was... good, he supposed. He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel. He feel like he needed to joke to diffuse the tension, and not just leave it there like he normally did. “I’m like a bleeding Prince Charming, eh?[/color]” He knew he wasn’t, he wasn’t perfect. But he did value himself in being considerate of a lady’s needs. He ad come to Toire’s rescue, after all, even though they hadn’t talked for a year.
“Hey, I’m not a prefect, either.[/color]” That went to Felix Yaxley, as did the Quidditch captainship. He was just maybe a bit jealous. The boy seemed to get everything. Friends, girls, whatever. “You’re such a badass,[/color]” he agreed, voice dripping with sarcasm. More of a badass that him, but he had never seen her do drugs, or get herself into a serious pinch with the administration. The whole thing that she’d ever done, that he knew of, was pranking her housemates. “I hope some of your bad influence rubs of on me,[/color]” he mock-sighed. Teasing her was just far too easy, but she wasn’t really holding back, either.
He grinned easily back at her. This conversation was swinging wildly from unbearablely awkward to loose and comfortable. “Is pretty the best you can come up with?[/color]” He chuckled, and ran his fingers though his floppy hair. Tori said that it was his best physical feature, though she apparently thought everything about him was. All he saw, when he looked into the mirror, was his long, skinny, knobbly legs from his mom, and his long neck and bushy eyebrows from his dad. It was an awkward assortment of parts, and he felt rather like Frankstein’s monster, jolted back to an awkward existence. “I thought you were the one who was staying away.[/color]” He pouted, and leaned towards her slightly as she leaned into him. “Like you said, you’re a terrible influence.[/color]” He chuckled with her. The line between seriousness and jokes was blurring, and he shifted on the sand, fingers digging into the cool ground
Standing up suddenly, he bowed low, as he saw his father do when attending important events. “Prince Charming, at your service![/color]” He grasped the hand she had used to pretend-fan herself, and he kissed it lightly. Collapsing back on to the pebbles, he smiled at her. “There is no way I’m moving to Vegas.[/color]” he smirked. Vegas was gaudy and gross and they’d probably put him on display for being a vampire. And erotisize him. He didn’t want that, and he wasn’t sure he wanted two wives anyway. Plus, Tori wouldn’t be exactly down with that. “Good guys will come around, Toire,[/color]” he said encouragingly. It wasn’t her fault, not one bit. Girls just had a thing for bad guys, anyhow. Why, he had no idea. He wished that the lot of them preferred skinny nerdy guys. But that wasn’t the case and he wasn’t going to harp about it.
He joined in her clapping, feeling distinctly silly. “Oooh, handcuffs? What do you use those for?[/color]” he asked, saucily. He had a violent and disturbing image of Teddy Lupin tressed up and Victoire in stiletto heels. Shuddering, he replied, “Perhaps we can study together sometime?[/color]” It was a pathetic way of asking someone to hang out, but it was really the only way he knew how. He pinches his cotton t-shirt, feeling a little hot.
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“Not... telling?[/color]” he pulled a mournful face and gave her his best puppy dog eyes. He felt her hot face on his cool neck and a pleasant shudder ran down his spine. If he was not totally in love with Tori Abercrombie, he would be digging this. So why was he into this? His heart pounded wildly and he felt the insane instinct to run, to flee this touchy-feely scene. But their bodies were pressed too close together for that, and her arm was wrapped around his middle, so he just relaxed, easing into her and the log underneath him. “I would be extremely offended if I was no more to you than a security blanket.[/color]”
He grinned at her silly tone. “Aww, I thought it might work. Worth a shot though, right?[/color]” Her compliments made him feel good, not exactly because he thought he was so great, but because she was just so funny and she made him laugh. “I wish I could see you in the morning then,[/color]” he said, not realizing the sexual implications of his comments until much too late. He blushed furiously. “So, uhh. [/color]” He twiddled with his collar, and flattened some wrinkles on her dress. [/blockquote]
TAG toire weasley
WORDS 1337 >.>
MUSIC killers playlist
NOTES bleh. your rose post is coming tomorrow.
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