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Posted by: Aoibhe Rowan Aug 18 2012, 09:09 PM

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Aoibhe was waiting on the Platform, only fidgeting slightly. She had told her parents she wanted to come early, and her siblings had agreed because they wanted to come and see the Platform. She asked them to wait a moment while she put her things inside, and then hurried back out...but Aoibhe had really wanted to go early enough that she might be able to stow her trunk and sweater in a compartment to hold a spot before going back and looking around on the Platform. There was somebody she was a little anxious to see.

While Michael answered Mandy's questions and the two parents walked slowly around, Aoibhe looked around for her friends. Mandy was taking in the sight of it all, and Michael was dealing with the surge of old memories, so they didn't take too much notice of her wanderings. And she would be sure to say good-by to them. She looked through the crowd, occasionally waving or calling out to people she knew, not knowing that Mandy's eyes were on her, glad to see that it at least seemed like a friendly group of children who went to the school. And then Aoibhe caught sight of the person she had been hoping to see. She froze for a moment before her face broke into a grin and she stood on her tiptoes to wave and call out to him.

'Kyle!' she called, hurrying through the crowd and running the last couple steps to throw her arms around his neck to hug him, laughing. 'How was the rest of your summer?' she asked, drawing back...only to notice the other people with him. Immediately her cheeks filled with colour, and she drew back a large step farther.

'Oh! How rude of me! I'm so sorry--I didn't realise you were with your family.' she apologised, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Thank Merlin she hadn't kissed him...but there was such a big crowd around, she simply hadn't had the nerve. The possibility of kissing him right in front of his family was absolutely mortifying. Thank Merlin, thank Merlin, thank Merlin...

After spending a few minutes out of proper courtesy and politeness, she hugged Kyle again and said that she wanted some time to say her good-bys to her own family, but that she would seem him on the train. She smiled at his sister. 'And I hope I'll be seeing you in there, too! Though I'd understand if you want to sit with your friends instead of old people like me, I suppose...' but she laughed as she suggested it before waving and hurrying off to her parents and siblings.

She went through all the hugs and tears diligently, having to cuddle James a couple extra times before he would stop clinging to her leg. The five-year-old was excitable and had gotten attached to having his big sister around again, this Summer. She hugged and kissed Rachel, and rocked and spun around with Mimi, who giggled and pulled her hair.

And then she said her good-bys to her father and step-mother. Michael looked a little nostalgic as he felt the bitter-sweet pride and longing, knowing his daughter was going to be leaving him again. And Mandy hugged her fiercely, the smart, brave girl who she'd come to love like her own over the years, and who had forced the truth out into open air. It also occurred to Mandy that in a few short years, she would be saying good-by to Rachel each year, too. The thought made her reach for the young girl and squeeze her shoulder as Aoibhe disappeared into the train and the warning whistles began to blow.

Once she got on the train, she went back to her compartment. Good--not taken over! She hurriedly moved her trunk off the seat up into the holder and opened the widow, waving to her family. They waved back, and Mimi started to cry, unable to be consoled--probably hungry or a dirty nappy. Or both. With a helpless sigh and apologetic smile, Michael waved more vigorously before having his family hold onto him and Apparating them away.

Aoibhe sat, then, and fiddled with her over-robes, which she'd shrugged on over her Muggle clothing. She'd finish changing later. When the compartment opened, she smiled and stood to greet the entrants.

'Katherine! Hello!' she greeted, smiling. 'So you're going to sit with us, after all? I'm glad! Want a hand lifting your trunk up?' she offered. The tall figure of the girl's brother behind her crossed its arms and became a more notable presence as Aoibhe's scowling boyfriend came into the compartment. He made some comment basically summarised to him not letting either of them do that with him there, and Aoibhe levelled a look at him, hand on her hip, as he easily yanked his sister's trunk away and stowed it up on the rack himself.

'I was perfectly capable of helping her, you know--I got my own trunk up there just fine!' she pointed out. And her stuff was probably heavier, too, with all her electives and materials for them! 'And you didn't even ask her! You just pulled it away! What if she wanted stuff from in there?' Aoibhe huffed, but was pleased with herself for making such a reasonable objection.

...still, she couldn't stay even righteously angry for long, after missing him the last few weeks as they prepared for the end of summer and return to school. Against her will, her heart and eyes softened, her face growing softer as she the look she had fixed on him changed to something a little more tender.

'Kyle...' she said gently, hesitating to reach out to him. 'I'd been hoping you'd find me back here. There's still so much room, if you wanted to stay with us.' she pointed out eagerly, gesturing. She had assumed that Katherine had decided to take her up on sitting with her, whether or not that was actually the case. '...though I suppose you meant to stay with your sister, anyway, from the sound of it. But if you were still deciding--well, if it makes a difference in your choosing, it would make me happy, if you would.' she finally found her words, and felt her cheeks pink slightly at them.

She didn't want to be too obvious in front of his sister, since not even a year before he'd apparently still thought she was too young to hear about kissing--whether or not Aoibhe agreed, knowing now how old Katherine really was. But Aoibhe still really didn't want him to go...and she felt a little bit of guilt for half-wishing his sister would feel a sudden urge to change into her uniform early, so she could give Kyle the kind of greeting she had the desire to give him.

She was so focused on taking him in that she wasn't thinking about how much or how little of the affection--or that almost longing feeling she couldn't quite place--showed through the soft cast of her eyes. And it was a moment before she realised that staring at him like that might clue Katherine in a little more than he wanted her to be, and glanced away, cheeks pink, to rummage through her purse for a book.

Posted by: Kyle Dwyer Aug 19 2012, 04:21 AM

There were two things on his agenda for that day. One was standing near him with his mum and dad and their trolley and the other he hadn't caught sight of quite yet. She hadn't actually met his family yet, so part of him was a bit nervous about actually finding her since he hadn't actually told his parents that he had a girlfriend yet (and had had one the entire summer, for that matter). Though, he could have sworn his father had given him a few knowing looks when he'd asked to apparate into London with him. Dwyer just simply decided that if he wasn't going to ask, he wasn't going to volunteer the information. He wasn't quite sure if Aoibhe would be ready to be thrust into the craziness that was his home life, after all and the moment his mother found out would be the moment she'd want to know when he was bringing her home to meet everyone.

It didn't take long though and his ears perked up at the sound of his name in a very familiar voice. Searching the crowd for the source, he started to move towards her when he spotted her and caught her as she tossed her arms around his neck. Squeezing her tight, he gave her forehead a chaste kiss as she pulled back and then seemed to freeze. "Not near as fun as de times spent with yeh," he answered and raised an eyebrow as she stepped further back.

Oh. Right. His parents and sister were there behind him still. It was a good thing he didn't give her a proper greeting. That might have been harder to explain than the broken wand since as far as he knew, they hadn't known quite yet about her.

"So, dis is de reason London has finally begun ter fascinate yeh, laddie."

Grinning sheepishly as he turned towards the voice of his father, he took Aoibhe's hand in his automatically and gave it a squeeze. "Aoibhe, dis is me da, Patrick and me mum, Diedre," he said introducing them to her with their first names since they tended to say that their parents/in-laws were Mr and Madam Dwyer. "Mum, Da, dis is me bird, Aoibhe Rowan.... or as yeh said... me interest in London... or more accurately, Cambridge," he added with a hopeful look that he wouldn't be chastised for not being exactly where he had told them he was when he'd joined them in London and then disappeared.

"An', of course... dis future Ravenclaw is Kitty," he added as his little sister corrected him and said her name was Katherine. Shrugging slightly with an amused smile, he ruffled the eleven year old's hair and then had the good sense to back up slightly as she made a swing at him.

Returning her hug, he reluctantly nodded as she said she wanted to say goodbye to her family. Oi'm sure Kitty will be joinin' us, won't yeh?" he said with a glance back to his sister and then chuckled a bit at the look he got from her. "Tell them Oi said 'ello an' give de little ones an extra hug from me," he added after nodding that he'd see her on the train.

Giving her a wave as she ran off, he had a small content smile as he watched her retreating back for a moment before turning back towards his family to knowing looks from his parents. "What?" he questioned with a laugh before shaking his dad's hand and giving him a hug, receiving a slap on the back as he did so.

"She's lovely, a leanbh." Smiling at his mother's approval, he kissed her cheek and gave her a hug as well waiting for the moment of her telling him he should bring her home for them to properly get to know. A moment that came when he released her and pulled his wand out to hover his and Kitty's trunks towards the train. Nodding, he grinned widely. "Oi'll ask her ter come 'round for de 'olidays if she can," he assured her before waving his wand and hovering the trunks high above their head. Much easier to weave through the crowd that way than with the trolley. As he did so, he surveyed the crowd for a particular head of red hair, spotting it already on the train and hanging out the window.

Following her line of sight, he spotted her parents and have his parents a wave, saying he'd back in a second. Giving his wand a flick, the trunks hovered above his head as he walked over to Aoibhe's parents, wanting to make sure he at least said hello to them personally. Once he arrived, he shook her father's hands and exchanged pleasantries with them for a moment before making his exit when the baby begun to cry.

Jogging back to his parents, he gave quick hugs again and then took off towards the train with his sister in tow. He'd, of course, promised to look after her, but he hadn't quite decided if that meant he was going to follow through on forcing her to sit with him or not. What could happen on the train, after all?

It didn't take them long and they were at the compartment that he'd seen Aoibhe hanging out of. His sister and her trunk were in front of him and had gotten there first. Raising an eyebrow at the statements he was hearing out of the compartment, he stepped into the door way and crossed his arms with an amused scowl. "Not while Oi'm around, yeh won't," he muttered as he picked the trunk up himself and tossed it up on the rack before flicking his wand at the one that had been following him into the compartment.

Flinching at the tone of her voice when he was done, he frowned at her as she scolded him (and with every right too, in some ways). "Oi wasn't 'ere," he grumbled like he would when he was in trouble with his mother. This wasn't exactly the best way to start the year off. Having her angry with him for the start of his seventh year was the last thing he wanted. "Oi know yeh're capable, Aoibhe... Really, Oi do..." he trailed off, smiling sheepishly as the anger melted from her face.

"Loike we would be sittin' anywhere else," he responded with a wide grin when he was sure the anger was gone. The scarlet on her cheeks was definitely not the sort he had just seen and was the sort he'd grown to enjoy immensely. Pausing a moment, he glanced at his sister and then back at Aoibhe as he pondered her words from a moment ago. "Though... I probably shouldn't speak for her, should I?" he questioned uneasily, not liking one bit what he was about to suggest. "Yeh can find others yer own age, if yeh want... after waving at mum and da," he added and nodded towards the window.

Leaning around Aoibhe, placing his hand on her arm to steady himself, he gave a quick wave at them before pulling her back with him so Kitty could get at the window and give their parents one last goodbye. As he did so, he kept pulling her back until he couldn't see them any longer (and therefore they couldn't see him) and brought his finger to his lips so she wouldn't say anything and get Kitt's attention since she seemed quite occupied at the moment. Leaning down, he quickly brushed her lips with his, before wrapping his arms around her in a hug and whispering, "Oi missed yeh."

"If dis is what I 'ave ter look forward to until we get ter 'ogwarts, I might 'ave ter leave."

Looking up from Aoibhe's shoulder, he once again had that sheepish look on his face. Apparently, waving goodbye hadn't held its appeal nearly long enough. Oops. As the train jerked foward, he put his hand on the wall to steady himself, keeping one on Aoibhe. "Well, yeh need ter decide, all de good places will be taken soon as everyone files into their compartments now dat de train is movin'." He still didn't like the idea of her going elsewhere, which was wrote all over his face, but Aoibhe had already yelled at him once, he didn't want it to happen a second time before they even reached Hogwarts. "Jus' make sure yeh come back before we arrive so yeh can change into yer uniform." This had bad idea written all over it.

Posted by: Aoibhe Rowan Aug 19 2012, 06:10 AM

Aoibhe hoped that the meeting with Mr and Mrs Dwyer had gone fairly well. She wasn't quite sure if she could bring herself to call them 'Patrick' and 'Diedre' as he had introduced them. She smiled and tried not to blush too hard at his immediate presentation, and tried to be polite and not glance away bashfully. She made proper note that the 'Kitty' she had heard of a bit from her big brother really preferred Katherine. Hopefully, she hadn't made too many mistakes and his parents weren't disappointed at the girl their son had chosen to date. Come to think of it...had Aoibhe ever seen or heard of him dating any other girls? Her cheeks flamed a little bit more as she returned to her family, considering that even if she knew she wasn't his first kiss...she may have been the first sincere one. And his first girlfriend.

From the train compartment, she giggled to herself when she saw Kyle go over and say hello to her parents. She blushed lightly, but she was really just admiring him and appreciating that she had found such a gem of a person. She was baffled once again on how she possibly could have misunderstood him so terribly, the Year before...but she decided not to dwell on it, since things had worked out well enough. After all, now she appreciated him...and had him for her own--for as long as he'd have her, anyway, she correct herself to remind herself not to get too smug. This was a two-person game, this whole love-business.

When Kyle entered the compartment with his sister, she stammered a little. But her invitation was sincere. She supposed Kyle had been put in his place enough after she sulked at him, even if she hadn't originally meant it to sound as harsh as he seemed to take it. She almost blushed, wondering what Kitty must have thought, but looking at him, she couldn't help but let her annoyance melt away.

And even though she wasn't sure how much Kyle wanted his sister to see, she was glad when he suggested the younger girl wave, and then gave her a quick kiss. It was like satisfying a craving--or maybe only like satisfying a little part of a craving, because even though she was content to have his arms wrapped around her after, cheek tucked against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, it also made her want more. It was such a quick kiss, and she hadn't seen him in weeks! ...but of course, his sister......

...who, apparently, had seen that. Aoibhe felt her face flush and buried her face in his chest, a little embarrassed. Not that it made it much better, considering. You won't dislike it so much when you're older...though I suppose your brother might not be so happy about that. She couldn't get the saucy, bold words out if she tried, even if she was thinking them.

She recovered and peeked up in time to see an adorable sheepish look on Kyle's face, for once, and couldn't help but smile, holding back a giggle. She needed to bring this girl around more often, she decided! This was a side of Kyle she was curious to see some more. And she was surprised, but pleased, when he offered for his sister to go find her friends. Suddenly, Aoibhe realised that her request that the younger girl sit with her may have been a little inconsiderate.

'Oh! Of course, Katherine, I didn't mean to trap you here if you were just being polite. If you have friends or wanted to find anybody or see things, you don't have to stay here with me. Though I'd love to speak with you if you can find some time to sit with us...it's so exciting that you're starting this Year! Do you really want to be in Ravenclaw, or was that all Kyle?' she giggled, glancing back at the clearly overprotective brother behind her. And as the train jerked to a start, she stumbled slightly, Kyle's arm being the only thing that kept her from falling completely. Smooth, Aoibhe.

'Th-thanks.' she murmured, glancing away with her blush. He made a comment about the compartments filling up. 'Yes, that's true...' Aoibhe confirmed matter-of-factly, 'though you're of course welcome to stay if you'd like, and I'm sure we could manage to save you a seat if you thought you might come back in.' she offered, trying to be friendly to the girl. Even if she weren't Kyle's little sister, she had been intrigued and impressed by the girl who was bold enough to saucily stand up to her towering boyfriend, even at eleven. She had the feeling she might really come to like this girl. When Katherine said that she would let them hold the seat and went to go check around, Aoibhe listened for the soft click of the compartment door before shyly looking back up at Kyle.

'You know...you're still holding my arm.' she pointed out softly, looking up into his eyes. Why was he so tall? She wasn't short for a sixteen-year-old girl. 'N-no, wait.' she corrected before he could remove his hand, but then glanced away before forcing herself to look back with a sheepish smile despite the blush. 'I didn't say I didn't like it.' she admitted indirectly before slipping a hand up to his shoulder and the other to the back of his neck, gently pulling him toward her as she leaned up to kiss him more soundly, before someone else came into the compartment. Merlin, she had missed him.

What was this, that had her passions so...worked up like this? This isn't your mother's crush. D< Things had never felt quite like this, before. Sure, she had gotten the fluttery feeling and the giddy feeling about Tecinus, when they had dated...but it had faded so easily, as time went on, and there had been nothing behind it to keep them going. Somehow, this felt so different...and Aoibhe found herself fervently hoping, in some secret corner of her heart, that it was, and that it would last even just a little bit longer--that he would be able to put up with her just a little more, so she could cling to every minute she could have.

In a very real way, the feelings frightened her. But she couldn't fight them--and she didn't quite want to, as frightening as that powerlessness could be.

'Kyle...' she breathed against his mouth.

Posted by: Kyle Dwyer Aug 19 2012, 07:44 AM

Frowning slightly as his sister decided to leave, he wordlessly stepped to the side and allowed her to pass, watching as she slid the door with a soft click. He couldn't very well keep her out of trouble if she was out galavanting with Merlin only knew who out there. She could have a run in with that kid that viciously attacked Lilia last year! At that thought, he had a strong instinct to open the door again and call her back.

Turning back to Aoibhe, he opened his mouth to say just that, but closed it immediately when he saw her looking up at him and pointing out that he was still holding her arm. He hadn't even realised he was and started to let go, stoppin when she corrected herself. Smiling down at her as she glanced away and then looked back, he decided his sister would be fine for a short time without his presence. He could go look for her later and make sure he didn't need to hex any Slytherin boys who liked picking on small girls. He had something a bit more important to do at that moment - namely, giving the girl pulling him down to her a proper greeting. He may have been an overprotective big brother, but he was still a teenage boy, after all - even he had priorities that weren't necessarily in the right spot depending on your perspective.

"A stór?" he questioned when her heard his name softly, not really noticing until it was already out of his mouth that he had used a term of endearment from his Irish tongue. Stepping back from her slightly so he could look at her more fully, he searched her face, expecting a look of confusion, but being met by one of surprise and of course her cheeks being stained, though he wasn't sure if that was from what he said or not. "'Tis Irish Gaelic... we speak it at home a lot," he provided nervously, hoping she wouldn't think what he said odd and realising (once again too late), that she probably knew what it was given that he did live in Ireland.

Reaching around his neck and to his shoulder, he took her hands in his and linked their fingers as he brought their hands down. "I 'ave something for yeh... a wee bit late for de occasion, but Oi 'ope de thought counts," he said as he gradually walked forward and turned her to sit down.

Flicking his wand at his trunk, it unlocked and the lid opened slowly, having a box exit it and float down towards them. Catching it in the air, he set it down on her lap. "Me mum helped me make it, so it should be edible," he provided about the snitch shaped cake and two forks that were inside the large lavender wrapped box. Clearing his throat, he started to sing as she opened it. "Lá Breithe Shona dhuit..." If he brought out the Gaelic once that day, he could sing happy birthday to her in it and bring it out a second time.... even if it was horribly off key - not that he even noticed he was completely tone deaf, ever.

Posted by: Aoibhe Rowan Aug 19 2012, 08:25 AM

Aoibhe knew that protective look in Kyle's eyes, and that little glint. The slight hotheadedness in his gaze started to drain away when she pointed out he was still gripping her arm. His response was immediate--did he think he had hurt her? She didn't let him think that for long, and she made her meaning clear enough, she thought. And even if it was just for a moment, she was gratified and feeling selfishly satisfied that she had somehow managed to take his full attention. And she was certainly making good use of it, while she had it!

...which she foiled herself, when she jerkily glanced up as his question--unfortunately from her own interruption, she was sorry to say--using an endearment she recognised. She was pleased, above all, and touched--but it came mixed with a bitter-sweet sort of pain, because she associated the affectionate term with her mother. Not that she was about to admit that in the middle--or, well, what she wished was still the middle, despite her best sensibilities--of kissing her boyfriend. She mentally cursed herself for interrupting by foolishly not being able to keep his name off her tongue. Oh well. She would consider later if the trade had been worth it--hearing him reach out to her automatically with such an affectionate, intimate phrase.

She touched his cheek gently, smiling at him softly. She knew, yes--not that he necessarily would expect her to recognise the tongue, or the term. But more importantly, she wished he understood that he didn't have to explain himself, to her! Even if she couldn't quite find the words to say as much and force them out of her throat. Why would his name come so easily to her when she really wanted to be kissing him, and now that she had something important to assure him, she couldn't make herself speak?

'F-for me?' she asked, surprised. She hadn't gotten him anything...OH. When he sat her down and then mentioned belated and occasion...she realised he had gotten her something for her birthday. She immediately started to object that he didn't have to, but the words stopped themselves half-started and she couldn't help but look up and break into a wide smile when she saw he'd made cake. Even with the help of his mother. She was incredibly touched. And she grinned at him for singing--especially in Irish. It intrigued her even as her feelings were mixed and confused. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that, so she focused on the good, happy, excited parts. And ignored that some--or, okay, maybe more than a little--of it was off-tune. She still found it absolutely brilliant.

'Thank you, Kyle...really, I can't tell you how much--just--well, thank you.' Not eloquent, but perhaps he understood. At least a little, maybe, he understood. As much as she'd been able to get out. 'It seems we may have started a tradition,' she teased lightly, taking one of the forks and beaming at him before noting the Snitch shape before taking a little bite. She chewed thoughtfully and refused to look up, keeping a considering look for as long as possible...until she peeked and ruined the joke by giggling and had to answer for real.

'It is really quite good! I'm impressed--thank you! And your mum, for her help.' she said, taking his hand gently, and then leaning her cheek against it for a moment as an afterthought. 'Here--have a bite!' she insisted, forcing the other fork on him. After all, they'd shared the cake for his birthday!

Posted by: Tecinus Cephias Aug 24 2012, 02:52 AM

Tecinus got onto the train, feeling a bit better now that everything with him and Aoibhe was straightened out. Though he was a little wary of Dwyer's intentions for Aoibhe. He was a little player, but as long as Aoi showed no signs of being anything but happy he was okay with their being together. He frowned though as he seemed to have no clue where to sit on the train. Without Aoibhe being his Girlfriend anymore he wasn't sure if where she was. Or what she had done over the summer. He actually had junkyard hunted for junkyard goodies. Those muggles were so wasteful sometimes it was amazing, really the things they tossed out. He was tut tutting when he suddenly noticed a pleasant smell in the air and his stomach growled in response. He snuck down the train compartments following the scent before he smiled. Oh it was in this car. He threw open the compartment's doors. "Hey I smelled some ca- oh, it's you Aoibhe and... Dwyer..." He explained, awkwaaard.

But. They had cake!

Posted by: Kyle Dwyer Aug 24 2012, 03:44 AM

"Yeh're welcome," he responded simply, leaning forward and giving her temple a light kiss and nodded his head at her tease. "Dat we 'ave, though isn't cake already a tradition for birthdays?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow as she took one of the forks.

Keeping an eye on her, he watched as she seemed to consider the cake bite she took. Had they forgotten something in it? Thinking back to the previous night, he quickly went through the instructions his mum had given him. He'd gotten her every ingredient. Maybe he had measured too much or too little of something? That couldn't be, though... his mum had double checked everything.

As she giggled and declared that the cake was quite good, he let go the rather large breath he had been holding. "Don't scare me loike dat!" he said, trying to sulk, but failing because of his relief that there wasn't anything wrong with the cake. Either that or it was the face she had taken his hand. Either would have been very good reasons in his mind to fail at sulking on command.

Taking the other fork from her, he poised it over the edge of the snitch, debating where he was going to take a chunk out of it for a second before pulling it back quickly. "Bloody bludgers," he grumbled as he noticed something very important missing. "An' Oi mean dat, almost literally," he added as he plucked a small envelope from its resting spot lightly attached to the wall of the box and dumped it's contents in his hand, revealing two bludgers and a quaffle made from sugar.

As he was grumbling, the compartment door was swung open. Glancing up towards the door, he raised an eyebrow slightly at the greeting. "Yeh smell Aoibhe's birthday cake... though 'tis a wee bit late," he answered, not really sure if he should invite him to stay or not. He knew that Aoibhe and him stayed friends, of course, but having the ex-boyfriend in the same compartment as the new one may not rank high on her goals for the trip back to Hogwarts. For that matter, Dwyer wasn't really sure if Tecinus even knew there was a new one.

Glancing towards Aoibhe, he attempted to let her know it was up to her if she invited him to stay or not. He had mixed feelings about it, but he wasn't about to use them to interfere in one of her friendships, especially when he knew there wasn't anything between them any longer. Pulling his wand out of his robe pocket, he instead concentrated on enchanting the sugar bludgers to fly along the path created by the frosting details of the snitch and the quaffle to hover above a dollop in the center. Luckily, him forgetting them didn't affect the charms work, even with the missing bite of cake the sugar balls avoided.

Posted by: Aoibhe Rowan Aug 24 2012, 05:56 PM

Aoibhe couldn't help but laugh and try to smother her giggles when he was so distressed by her joke. 'Sorry, sorry--but I couldn't help myself! You should have seen your face...' she leaned over and kissed his cheek. But then when he was about to take a bite himself, he stopped. She cocked her head to a side slightly, raising her eyebrows.

'What's wrong?' she asked at what sounded like a curse. Wait--literally? Then he brought out little sugar Quidditch balls, and she laughed, smiling brightly. 'That's brilliant!' she complimented, getting distracted when the door opened and Tecinus was there. She smiled brightly and waved as Kyle explained the cake.

'Yes--Kyle made it for me!' she chirped happily, 'Come try a bite!' Oh wait--should she not have offered? She stole a look at Kyle, trying to see if he was unhappy, but it was a little late, now. Oh well--it was her cake, anyway! And Teci was one of her closest friends! ...even if this particular situation was a little awkward. She found herself wishing she had another person or two in here...even if it meant she wouldn't be able to have as much of the cake herself.

After offering Teci a bite on a fork, she looked at Kyle, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes as an idea occurred to her. She scooped up a little bit of the icing dollop on her finger and managed to draw the Quaffle out of its orbit, leaving just the snitch above the cake.

'So, Kyle--you think you could eat the Quaffle out of the air if I keep very still and don't interfere with its path?' she asked, light smile and a very innocent expression on her face.