➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[goodboysgood]

[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.

[instars]

[She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pocket knife - a small one, just a sheath and a blade]

Here. I use it to sharpen my quills.

[goodboysgood]

[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.]

[instars]

I know better than to get caught with a knife.

[She cuts her skin, palm open, and sets it down.]

[goodboysgood]

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.]

[instars]

The only one I know who knows blood magic is that crazy Irish pureblood girl.

[But it's magic all the same. She holds his hand tight]

[goodboysgood]

[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.

[instars]

[She takes her wand from her pocket and casts a whispered spell to heal it, and then leans in and kisses him, once, twice, again]

Sometimes I think I dream you.

[goodboysgood]

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.

[instars]

I'm allowed to say sentimental things, once in a while.

[She reaches for his hand, to heal that, too.]

We should go to Australia.

[goodboysgood]

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.

[instars]

[She kisses him at the proclamation of love, blushing just a bit]

No, at Christmas. Tell your father you're staying here. We can take a portkey, or apparate-

[goodboysgood]

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.

[instars]

We can go for the entire holiday. I have a brother, there, you know. And some money, too.