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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 22, 2010 23:51:46 GMT -5
Allen couldn't help but burst out laughing as her first sentence completing his dare started. Sadly it was about him, so basically it ended up sounding like he was terrible in his bedroom performance. "Why did you propose for the flying chairs thing, though?" he questioned. The answer was sure to have him laughing again.
The relatively serious topic they were talking about was completely obscured by the fact that he couldn't contain his laughter. The happiness that was overwhelming him at the beautiful night spent with Rose was now exiting him through laughter at the silliness. "They'll be thinking about us in bed. I'm kinda worried that that might actually happen..." he said, a hand moving towards his mouth to cover it half way as he started to calm down. "Merlin, this all sounds like I'm awfully concerned about my performance on the bedroom, and you're calming me down." he chuckled. "But I do feel like an odd bug, Rose. I stand out a lot, and I just make it worse with how I act. And everyone just loves to whisper about whatever they heard of me."
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 23, 2010 0:02:36 GMT -5
Rose found herself slightly mystified by his comment. Puzzled, she responded, "I proposed it because...erm...it seemed like a good idea in bed." A snicker fell after her tone, laughing at how absurd she sounded, luckily there was nobody around in the dead of night to hear them. She wondered if her thoughts were supposed to end with 'in bed' too, but he wouldn't have known, so it didn't really matter. These comments definitely could have been taken in a suggestive manner though, and she now understood why Allen was enjoying it so much. Ah, boys.
But he was laughing, and she was laughing, they were both immersed in the craziness of the moment. However, when he mentioned thinking about the two of them in bed, her face turned more contemplative for a second...she'd heard stories of his potential escapades in that area, but she'd had none of her own, refusing to go all the way out of pure terror that she would...mess up somehow, or do something stupid.
Shaking herself back into reality, she let her usual smile creep back onto her face, "Well, m'dear, if you're so concerned, I'm sure you could talk to some people about it in bed." That one she'd planned, hoping to get a laugh out of him. "And standing out isn't a bad thing...neither is being whispered about, it means that you're worthy of attention in bed."
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 23, 2010 0:33:31 GMT -5
Allen's laughter wouldn't seem to die off, because every time she spoke, it made him crack up again. Nice dare, he decided, no matter how lame that made him, or it made him sound anyway. He noticed her face had changed the moment he mentioned the two of them in bed, and he wondered what that meant. So she'd heard all the rumors about that too? Nice, just perfect. He didn't know how much the rumors said, but he disliked them anyway. "What's with the face, darling?" he asked, keeping his tone light.
He frowned up at her in mock-offense as she commented on his supposed concern, but the phrase made him laugh again, no matter how hard he tried to keep his outward appearance of offense. Allen knew his drunken self might've made a greatly flirtatious comment on the statement about talking in bed, but he couldn't really bring himself to do it anymore. He shrugged uncomfortably at her last sentence, noticing the compliment but not knowing what to do about it.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 23, 2010 12:29:55 GMT -5
"Nothing, just...erm, thinking about something. I think it's been five minutes, love, so I'm calling it quits now." It wasn't something she wanted to talk about, quite honestly, because she didn't really want to know the answer. Especially because he probably was going to be slightly shocked by her response. It seemed like a perfect subject for the "don't ask, don't tell" policy, which she tended to use on occasion to protect herself and those around her from her ability to be a gigantic blabbermouth about herself.
It felt better to hear his laugh, no matter how awkward this situation was slowly becoming, his laugh seemed to return her to reality. She honestly just didn't care about the rumors, although she was slightly shocked that he did, after all many of the school's juiciest rumors were about him. It was time to change the subject, quickly. "So, truth or dare?"
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 23, 2010 12:42:14 GMT -5
Allen didn't quite believe her answer, but he let it go. It wasn't like him to pry if she didn't want to talk about it. He figured she was uncomfortable talking about it, and that meant he probably would be too. Not the way to go, certainly not on such a great night. He'd mess up on his own, so he preferred to extend his luck as much as he could.
"Fine, fine. I pick... dare. For old time's sake." he said, his mind thanking her silently for the topic change. Hopefully, she didn't think him whinny because he still cared about rumors. She was so epically impervious to it, he was amazed. He just couldn't let go of things, sadly.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 23, 2010 21:19:21 GMT -5
It both saddened her and thrilled her that he didn't push the issue. Her ability to lie compulsively had saved her in many occasions, but every lie tore her up a bit inside, wondering if it was part of a neverending chain. She felt as if her life was becoming a convoluded web of lies that she couldn't escape. The lies were frought with good intentions, meant to protect herself from all the pain provided by existing and having friends and crushes, and enemies too. He didn't push the issue, which meant that he was trying to protect her...but was he really? Or was he trying to protect himself from the pain that might be evoked by what she wasn't telling him? Did he even like her, or just the idea of her? The paranoia was seeping in, provoked by all of the words she was unable to say, all of the words that ruled her from the morning she woke up to the minute her eyes shut and led her into merciful sleep. But was this even true? Hell, was this even happening? She could have just passecd out from too much firewhisky, left to her own dreams & fantasies somewhere in the Gryffindor dorm.
But this was too realistic to be a lie, she realized, or at least, that was what she chose to believe. If it was a dream, she preferred to just go with it. She'd deal with the consequences another time. For now, she had to come up with a dare...and it had to be a good one. The question was, should it be sexual or flirty? Fun or strange? It seemed like truth would have almost been an easier option, but she was supposedly the wild & funloving one (although she wasn't feeling particuarly wild at the moment), so it was up to her to create an interesting one. "Okay, I dare you to do three cartwheels. Shirtless." He was going to think she was totally insane for it, but it sounded entertaining, and she honestly had no better ideas.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 18:13:52 GMT -5
Allen noticed something akin to sadness lightly veil Rose's face, which made him want to sweep her off her feet and kiss her, but that might be a bit too cliched. He did, though, want to make her smile up at him again, with all her energy. He should really get over himself, stop being so scared of being hurt by now. "I'm all ears if you want, though." he said, figuring it'd be safe. Not prying, but caring. He was decidedly over-thinking every single action he took, wasn't he?
"You are mean,seeing as it's getting colder..." He commented at her dare, but laughing lightly. Allen's hands were at the buttons of his shirt nonetheless, slowly stripping from the garment. She had seen him shirtless countless times, considering the amount of parties they had been to together and the fact that he would pretty much go with whatever happened. Yet, this time he was a lot more conscious of himself, and what was happening. "Alright..." He stripped the shirt off now, letting it fall to the side and quirking up an eyebrow at her. Allen started on the task, doing two perfect cartwheels, and failing at the last one, falling over and hitting his head. "Ouch..." he said, starting to laugh in spite of himself.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 18:22:17 GMT -5
Rose couldn't help but crack up at his flailing attempts at handstands, although she attempted to muffle the noise as he fell, sprawling to the ground and laughing at himself. She rolled down the grassy hill until she was next to him. "You okay?" She asked, hoping he hadn't actually hurt himself. She'd actually been minorly shocked that he'd completed her ridiculously strange dare, especially in the chilly fall air, but it had been really sweet that he'd gone with it anyway. He, in general, was more of a mystery than she'd thought, but that in itself was something she absolutely loved. After all, wouldn't it be boring to know absolutely everything about a person?
But the night was growing darker, so she went and retrieved his shirt, shaking the orange and red leaves out of her hair. Helping him button the buttons, she gave him a quick kiss. "It's really late," she began, hating herself for being the killjoy. But he was going to have to be up early, and she too. They would be together again in a matter of hours. "Should we head up?" A part of her wanted him to say no, for them to just run off and chill in the Forbidden Forest and forget about everyone and everything else. But that was a little bit too...strange. Maybe it really was time to call it a night.
She realized somewhere in the back of her head that she'd never responded to his sweet remark about being there for her. "I know you are," she added quietly, wondering if he would even remember what she was referring to. It didn't matter if he did, though, the point was still clear to her, that she would tell him, soon, what it was that she had been thinking about, and by then, it might not even be important.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 18:44:15 GMT -5
"Hey, don't laugh at me! I've never been very good at it." He complained from the ground, looking up when he heard she was also laughing at his amazing way to fail. Once again, she was asking about his well being, but now he knew there was actually more than common courtesy to it, and it felt great. "I'm good... the grass is cold though." he said still chuckling at his silliness.
He got up and Rose handed him his shirt, which he put on and buttoned up quickly with her help. He could feel her fingers brush against his skin, leaving what felt like little burn marks in their wake. "I guess we should..." he said, not really wanting to agree with her, wanting to just stay with her all night long, not caring what the day may bring, but they had to be up and about tomorrow for school.
Allen smiled softly at her soft answer, hoping he'd get to hear what bothered her. He looked at her beautiful eyes again and wrapped his arms around her for a moment, not letting her go anywhere just yet. He leaned in to kiss her gently once again, letting the kiss last as long as it would.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 18:53:56 GMT -5
"Well, you've beaten my record of...abosolutely none, so that's pretty exciting, I'm sure. But still, I'm really glad you're okay." She responded. God, she loved the way she felt when she was around him. Not only in the way that she was around somebody exceedingly gorgeous and amazing who enjoyed being around /her/ of all people, but still, the fact that she couldn't possibly be unhappy around him, no matter how much the hangover headache was killing her.
"I don't want to go," she whispered, miserable at the thought that the night was ending. He was too, and she knew that, which made the whole thing more tolerable, but it still hurt to know that it was going to end. But there was one more amazing thing about him--well, really, there were millions, but listing all of them would take forever--the way that he kissed, she forgot everything that was terrible and worrysome and aggravating about her life. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, although she had to lean up a bit, thanks to the gigantic height difference and kissed him back, hoping that she could tell him everything through the kiss and not words. But even in the act of their kiss, it all seemed better, safer, locked away somewhere where it no longer needed to bother her.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 19:34:13 GMT -5
A light chuckle escaped him again, her concern for him was so sincere. "Seriously, you've... at least seen me for years. I trip, stumble and fall on a daily basis, Rosie. This is nothing." He said, laughing a bit more. He loved to feel as happy as he did, and it seemed to only happen when she was around, no matter the circumstances. He would be quite dead once he reached his dormitory, but he couldn't be bothered, really.
Allen smiled into the kiss, breaking it slightly, though he gave a few more pecks to her mouth before completely pulling away. This kind of kiss made him feel better than any of the ones they shared the previous years, which had hurt him quite a bit... Now they only felt like a step they had had to take towards their current situation. "I know..." he answered, not ever wanting to let go. His arms were still wrapped around her as he spoke, "We should, though..." he whispered, straightening up a bit as he did. "I'll walk you up to the tower," he proposed, a sad half-smile back on his lips.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 19:42:17 GMT -5
"It's because you're so tall and adorable. The whole short person universe is kind of your roadblock." She chuckled, although she wouldn't have changed his height for the world. It was almost as if he was a giant...but not, if that made any sense, which it didn't. She was definitely beginning to lose coherency, and out of a fear for Allen's sanity, she decided that it really was time to leave, although her body had yet to catch up to her mind in making this decision. This happiness that they were sharing...she wanted to bottle it up and make it last forever, but it would carry, even without being preserved, into the next few days, weeks, maybe even longer, which was what she hoped.
As he pulled away, she felt herself dizzily coming up for air and returning to reality. Was this how it had been before? To him, she realized, it had probably been different, considering his song and all of that. To her, it just felt more real, which she accepted as legitimate, because there was no other reality she wanted to embrace. "Maybe we should break tradition and I'll walk you back, love? I'm assuming that Aisu won't kill you if I'm there." She was worried that Allen's best friend was out for revenge, and was hoping to act as a calming presence, although if she ran into Briony or one of the more gossipy Hufflepuffs, she was going to be stuck in detention until the end of the century.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 21:42:59 GMT -5
"Oh, so you naturally can do these kind of things without second thought of it, because you're small?" he said, looking down at her from his full height and scrunching up his face. He knew she was messing around, his lack of coordination much too fun even to him not to laugh. "Well, being tall gives people some amazing talents, too... I've yet to discover them, but I've been told so." he joked, smiling again.
One of Allen's arms stayed around her waist as he started walking back to where Guinevere was still placed on her case. He picked it up and swung it from his shoulder, his mind drifting back and forth through the events of the evening. No matter how he saw it, it'd been an amazing night. Probably the best he'd had so far at Hogwarts, despite his slip ups. "I don't think I'm going up to the dorm tonight, Aisu'll probably kill me in a very painful way if I do..." he commented, smiling as he got to be with her a bit longer, though half of his mind protested at the proposition of not walking her back up to her own dormitories. "You are aware that rumors, the kind that get people in the worst trouble, usually formulate themselves near the kitchens, right?" he asked, only half joking as he lead their way towards the castle.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 21:53:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, I only started to notice it when I gained the ability to run around the raindrops, y'know, and never get wet. On the bright side, you can be a replacement basketball net! Or a lamppost!" She loved teasing him, because most of the time, he took it in stride instead of getting worked up about it like most people. It was generally entertaining to make height jokes, considering how short she was compared to him. It was like a human dating an elf, but without any exciting pointy hats, which would have been much more interesting. And either way, coordination was highly overrated. Flailing and falling was all the rage, or maybe that was just caused by the Tripping Jinxes set up everywhere by the third years.
Watching him pick up Guinevere, she smiled, realizing that his arm around her waist. She adjusted her arm so that it was in a semi-similar position, feeling the sweetness of the situation. However, she was exceedingly worried about Allen & Aisu. Having the two of them in an awkward wandfight would be miserable, and in general, she hated the idea of the two of them fighting. It just didn't mesh with her. "But wait, where are you going to sleep?" She couldn't help but imagine him awkwardly splayed out all over a small couch, which wasn't going to be very good for his sleeping...but this was heading into obsessive territory. Time to refocus, and his next comment made her smile her best flirty smile, a part of Rose usually saved for her drunken moments, "Well, rumors are usually based off some kind of truth, right?" He was correct, actually, a lot of the gossipers had a fetish for midnight snacks, not that she particuarly minded.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 22:36:38 GMT -5
"Because we can't totally conjure those up, seeing as we're not wizards and witches, darling?" Allen teased at her proposals for the use of his height. "I imagine it's quite convinient being so small, huh? You can just slip under doors and get wherever, shortie." he commented, only half-joking. He had wished before he wasn't as easily noticeable, but he did like his height, overall. It was fun to joke around with her, he imagined they'd look quite particular going out now. "Imagine if it were the other way around!" he said, laughing at the image of a very short version of himself, standing next to a very tall Rose.
He shrugged a little at her concern, it wasn't like it was the first time he'd slept in the common room, though not exactly for this reason... or at least that's what he thought. "I'll sleep in the Common Room. The chairs and couches are comfortable enough there, and even the floor is not half bad." he explained, chuckling lightly, though the half smile was starting to vanish a bit at the thought of Aisu's rage that was sure to come. Her flirtatious smile and comment made his mind blank to all thoughts that weren't about her once again. "Guess so, but how long do you think we'll be serving detention for?" he said chuckling. They were reaching the doors to the castle now, he opened them for her and slipped inside, feeling like they'd be caught at any given moment.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 22:53:23 GMT -5
It would definitely be entertaining if they had opposite heights, although it might make certain things a little bit awkward. "Well, Allen, conjuring things up takes effort. And actually, slipping under doors...harder than it looks. Last time, I had to grease myself with large amounts of butter and lard." She adored the fact that he was only partially kidding, but she had no particular interest in being his height, and she assumed that the opposite was also true. Either way though, his height, among many other things, made him stand out, and that was a quality that everyone wanted, in her opinion. She certainly wanted it, but luckily, right now, she had everything she wanted, so it was okay.
He didn't seem particuarly fazed, so he'd probably been through this before--she wondered what had happened to make him not want to be around Aisu. Probably a similar situation, she realized, but it still seemed a bit strange. "You sure you're going to be all right?" It was almost tempting to offer her bed--but she was positive that Allen would be freaked out by that, and either way, that definitely broke some kind of a roommate code. Walking through the door, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Until our days our numbered, love." Getting caught was worrying, yes, but either way, they'd make it through.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 24, 2010 23:16:37 GMT -5
"And a lot more of it if you're me," He commented, laughing again at his less than impressive skills with charms. "Aw, poor little Rosie! Could it be you grew about a fraction of an inch since the last time you did that?" he laughed, their eternal jokes at height never ceased to amuse him, somehow. He turned to kiss her cheek softly as they walked the corridors of the main floor, making their way towards the kitchens.
Allen shrugged with one of his shoulders once again, not really that concerned with sleeping in a couch as he was with causing Aisu more trouble. The sound on the hallways was almost non-existant so he made sure to lower his voice to a whisper. "I hope things are good with Aisu, I care nothing for sleeping in a couch or floor." he said, smiling at her reassuringly, as her concern was obvious. He thought again of them sleeping somewhere together, which made him blush lightly, so he looked away from her for a moment. "I imagine I'll have to face horrible hexes from him, so you might not see much of me at breakfast, though." he added, not quite sure if he was joking or not.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 24, 2010 23:26:36 GMT -5
"Almost a quarter of an inch, actually!" It had been a point of pride for her, even though she stood at what was deemed by most to be an average height. He face flushed on the spot where his lips had touched them, and taking his hand, they walked through the empty hallways, hearing only their own breath and the assorted snores and groans of the portraits, who clearly needed to learn how to sleep...more quietly. It was a little bit distracting, and she wanted to be focused on this moment and only it.
She was worried for him, which seemed a little out of place, considering her optimism and his pessimism. "Aisu is really mad and upset, Allen, and I don't really want to wake up to find out that you're dead or like, in a gazillion pieces." She tried to add a bit of joke into her tone, but she was entirely serious, quite honestly, Aisu would probably tear Allen to shreds if he had the opportunity, and she wanted to make sure that never happened...without sounding too possessive. But his reassuring smile only calmed her slightly, only appeased her until her heart returned to its normal beating pattern, "I'll reconstruct you, if you need." She said, forcing her usual small smile back onto her face.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 25, 2010 20:17:14 GMT -5
"And prettier by the second..." he whispered, not really thinking of what he was saying before he did, earning him a great amount of blush again. Thankfully the castle was dark enough so it wouldn't be seen, or so he hoped. Allen noticed once again his head was pounding, and he was pleased to also notice that he had forgotten all about that thanks to Rose. Currently, he was thankful for the lack of sound on the castle, other than a few snores and their own footsteps.
A small fluttery feeling had surged at Rose's concern for him, "I know, I've lived with him for years, I'll keep away for now. Hopefully in the morning he won't rip my body to pieces, but make me have abnormally large nose or teeth. And that's easily solvable, so I'll be okay." he said, only half joking again. He knew he had been an ass, and he was thankful Rose wasn't reprimanding him about it, because he kinda had enough with his own mind. "We'll see how it goes..."
They were reaching the door to the common room now, as they passed the fruit bowl painting that lead to the kitchens. They reached the portrait that lead the way to the Hufflepuff Common Room and Allen stopped. "I can't believe we didn't get intercepted by anyone," he commented, before muttering the password to the portrait, which sung open, smiling at the pair. Allen kissed Rose one last time, not quite believing that they were in fact together starting that night. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess..." he said in a whisper.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 25, 2010 20:33:56 GMT -5
God, his face was so gorgeous when he blushed, as if it was highlighting everything amazing about his face. "Looks are in the eyes of the beholder," she said cheerily, her heart throbbing with overwhelming joy. Her face was of a similar flush, as she realized how genuine his compliments were. Around most of the other kids in her year, the compliments meant absolutely nothing, just empty words that meant absolutely nothing to her in general. But the silence of the night left a comfortable vibe between them, giving them the opportunity to talk and laugh and just live their lives, instead of being stuck with all of life's consequences.
"I mean, I know you know," she began slowly, her teeth biting slightly into her lip. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Aisu was going to cause some serious damage, in more ways than one. "I feel like Aisu has probably thought this through...but all right, whatever. It'll work out." She was sure that it would, but he was going to have to face some serious issues, and that was probably going to be bad. But what was more important was that she knew better then to reprimind him, after all she wasn't his mother.
But then they were standing outside, the portrait smiling down on them, and she was falling, unsure of what would happen next. "Well, maybe we weren't supposed to be caught," she said with a chucle. She hadn't expected them to get caught--after all, that would ruin everything. Kissing him back, she added, "Tomorrow, for sure," and then she was gone. Quietly, she escaped back to the Gryffindor dorm, whispering the password, and then she was in bed, and asleep, her head reeling with the memory of everything that had happened, that she was his, and that somehow he was hers.
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