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[Now his hands go up in defence, but he doesn't move away. Doesn't move at all. Really, he's a little bit stunned.]
I don't even think of you as that.
[He says it softly. And that point's already been proven but still, bad wording.]
I mean, it doesn't matter. I'm not. How could I like - that doesn't make any sense.
[Carla. Carla Morir. When he recovers enough to get angry he'll remember that.]
I don't even think of you as that.
[He says it softly. And that point's already been proven but still, bad wording.]
I mean, it doesn't matter. I'm not. How could I like - that doesn't make any sense.
[Carla. Carla Morir. When he recovers enough to get angry he'll remember that.]
[And he can see where it comes from and how it works. Satya knows better than most people that Chase still harbours a feeling of being second best, a feeling that he failed to get in where he should have. Slytherin, the house that keeps anyone like her out.
Would she really have found him if he wore green? And would he have looked twice at her.]
I can tell you who I'm disgusted by.
[Finally capable of movement, he reaches for her.]
And I'm not planning to ask her out.
Would she really have found him if he wore green? And would he have looked twice at her.]
I can tell you who I'm disgusted by.
[Finally capable of movement, he reaches for her.]
And I'm not planning to ask her out.
[She doesn't want to think about it. This kind of thing doesn't wear so quickly at her self-confidence, she's usually more sturdy than this, but once in a while-
She moves into his arms, slowly at first, then presses her face into his shoulder]
I'm not selfless enough to tell you that you aren't going to want to deal with this, that you should find a pureblooded girl and ask her out instead.
Because I would blind her and spell her teeth away.
She moves into his arms, slowly at first, then presses her face into his shoulder]
I'm not selfless enough to tell you that you aren't going to want to deal with this, that you should find a pureblooded girl and ask her out instead.
Because I would blind her and spell her teeth away.
There's nothing wrong with your blood. I prefer it to mine. [Though his is simmering to a boil, and he grips her tight around the waist.]
And I may take that suggestion and apply it elsewhere.
And I may take that suggestion and apply it elsewhere.
We don't have to go at all, I've done the rounds. [He catches both hands and pulls her lightly with him, answering the tower's riddle as he pushes backwards through the door to the steps.] Come and sit down here a minute.
I don't particularly feel like playing nice with people anymore.
[They can sit on the steps, there's a breeze. After a minute:]
We could swap, you know.
[They can sit on the steps, there's a breeze. After a minute:]
We could swap, you know.
It's a... sort of game. Something you do to show someone's important, when you're little.
[He splays a hand out across his knee.]
I'd cut my palm, you'd cut yours.
[He splays a hand out across his knee.]
I'd cut my palm, you'd cut yours.
[This blushing thing could become a problem. But he sets it off with a grin, patting down pockets for something sharp.]
One more can't hurt.
One more can't hurt.
[And when he said it can't hurt.... he frowns at the knife for a second, then nods, closing his palm around the blade. Which is the wrong thing to to, it takes a couple of quick drags against the slackened skin to do it, but he's bleeding.]
Mind you don't get caught with it.
[And he offers it back.]
Mind you don't get caught with it.
[And he offers it back.]
Anyway, you're far more dangerous with a wand.
[He reaches for her hand and squeezes it before pressing their palms flat together.]
Feels like there should be an incantation, doesn't there. Blood magic.
[Now, they'd really get in trouble for that.]
[He reaches for her hand and squeezes it before pressing their palms flat together.]
Feels like there should be an incantation, doesn't there. Blood magic.
[Now, they'd really get in trouble for that.]
[Chase is aware of the crazy Irish girl, and has a feeling she knows a good deal more than that. Better not to ask.]
There. Insult your blood and they're insulting mine.
There. Insult your blood and they're insulting mine.
What a sentimental thing to say.
[It's not a reproach, it's stupidly fond. Because sentimentality isn't something that, even now, tends to take usual forms for them. He lets his hand bleed into his robe for kissing her.]
You're not, though. My hand's throbbing too much to have dreamt it.
[It's not a reproach, it's stupidly fond. Because sentimentality isn't something that, even now, tends to take usual forms for them. He lets his hand bleed into his robe for kissing her.]
You're not, though. My hand's throbbing too much to have dreamt it.
As long as I'm allowed to like them. I love you. It's better than dreams, dreams aren't true.
[He could have done it for himself, of course, but there's one bad habit. He tends to keep himself away from the healer's rooms even when nursing injury, let alone try anything himself.]
Now? [It's teasing, his eyes wide.] I didn't realise you wanted to fly quite so far.
[He could have done it for himself, of course, but there's one bad habit. He tends to keep himself away from the healer's rooms even when nursing injury, let alone try anything himself.]
Now? [It's teasing, his eyes wide.] I didn't realise you wanted to fly quite so far.
I doubt he'd notice if I told him or not. [He leans back against the step behind, thinking.] Floo powder. That's all we'd need.
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