Frederick Hayes

“How’s that for undivided attention?” Ginny smirked, moving in again when he had kissed her back.

“I’d say... I’m very attentive.” Fred mumbled against Ginny’s lips, nudging the girls nose with his own. 

“It goes a little something like this,” she teased, moving forwards to press her lips to his.

Fred couldn’t help but smile against the blondes lips, clearly happy about the route their discussion had taken. One hand reached up to cup the girls cheek, kissing back.

Beatrice smiled softly and nodded her head. “Probably doesn’t help he’s spent so much time with me. But I do see some of his fathers traits in him from time to time. Even with how little time he got to spend with him.” 

“Don’t think that did him any harm. I mean, he’s lucky he gets to spend so much time with you.” His parents were a lot less hands on and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t resent them a little for that. Everything always seemed to come before him.

“You got a better name for it?” Ari scoffed with a chuckle. “Dorky but in a cute way right? Or am I failing that too?”

“I didn’t think it required a name. It just requires being cool.” He told the girl with a smirk on his lips. He considered her words for a moment, humming in thought before smiling. “I guess I could give you that one.” He relented with a chuckle.

“Well, I’ll have you know something and that is I always look cute in whatever I’m doing.” Taylor replied playfully with a wink as she started to ascend up the rope, calling down to him. “Like it might as well be a rule in being ‘Taylor Bell’. So get ready to eat those words, pal.”

Fred couldn’t help but laugh at her confidence. He liked that.  “I’ll gladly eat those words if it turns out to be true but I’m not holding out much hope.” Fred goaded playfully, watching the others backside as she shimmied up the rope, following her a minute later.

“You’re a smart boy, I’m sure you could figure it out yourself.”

“And what if I need a hint?” Fred asked as he leaned forward a little, a smirk on his lips.

Beatrice nodded her head a little. “I can understand that. I honestly couldn’t tell you where my love for tea came from, but if I had to guess, I’d probably say it was just genetic.” She offered with a small laugh. “Thank you for that. I hope everyone feels that way.” 

“Probably makes sense. Charlie is pretty much like you too.” He said with a grin as he recalled his friend. 

“Most definitely!” She replied with more excitement than most might’ve about tea. “Very good.” Beatrice had spent a while perfect her tea selection, even creating some flavors of her own when she couldn’t find something she was looking for. Waving his comment off, she smiled. “I’m just glad it tastes good! Some people are particular with their tea, so I like to make sure I get it just right.” 

“Not all that particular if I’m being honest. I like it but I don’t have to have it.” Which probably wasn’t what the woman wanted to hear. “But yours is that good I always enjoy trying it.” He hastened to add a moment later.

Violet’s jaw dropped as she immediately placed her hands on her face. “Is it bad?” she blushed, she was almost certain she’d die from embarrassment any moment now. “You’re so full of wisdom but you’re not providing any help.” she grinned cheekily at the other as she swatted his hand away. 

“You know me, I don’t like to interrupt... too much.” He teased, tossing her a wink. “Besides, I was having too much fun watching.”

“ Yep, that’s what they call me, Commander Buzzkill, ” she remarked as she sat up. Her nostrils flared in annoyance at his next statement. “ Excuse me ? Call me whatever you want, but poor stance ? Let me guess, you do some bullshit like crossfit or the keto diet and now you think you’re a fitness guru ? ”

And if Fred didn’t find it amusing that it was that part of the comment that the woman had gotten her panties in a twist over. “And what are you? A personal trainer?” He put forth, apparently enjoying the little tete a tete if his smirk was anything to go by.

“Well you’ve already got a big head as it is, no need to go and make it any larger,” she teased. “I mean there’s other ways you can achieve that.”

“You’d not be telling me anything I didn’t already know.” He responded playfully, raising an eyebrow at the girls words. “Oh? And what ways would they be?”

“You’re such a goof,” Ginny rolled her eyes, giving up on the picture and setting the phone aside. Despite the eye roll, it was no secret she had taken to the compliment. “Alright, Freddie. You win. I’ll give the social media a rest for now.”

“A goof huh? Not the word I was going for but I’ll take it.” He answered with a grin as the phone was set down. “What can I say; I like your undivided attention.”

“You would think so, but it’s actually a really nice tea.” She replied, nodding her head. “Speaking of, how is your tea?” 

“Maybe next time I should take a shot on that then.” He mused, looking down at the mug in his hands that he’d been waiting to cool long enough not to burn his lips off. He blew at the liquid before tentatively sipping some down. “It’s delicious.” He confirmed after a moment. “Though I would expect nothing less from you Mrs Potts.” He had after all tasted her tea plenty of times due to being friends with Charles.

“Are you not into girls that go to the gym?” she joked lightly tilting her head to the side. “I don’t think the rowing machine is that unattractive.” 

“I’ve nothing against people going to the gym but you do look a little like a tomato.” Fred couldn’t help but tease, poking the girls cheek gently. “You need to do that properly too.”

Beatrice didn’t pay much attention as she made the drink and handed the cup over. “I’ve never been the biggest fan of ginger, but I could see the appeal every once in a while.” She offered, a shrug of her shoulders happening as she spoke. “My favorite currently is a chocolate mint tea. It’s delicious!” 

“Chocolate mint? Sounds more like a cocoa but each to their own.” Fred answered with a shrug of his shoulders.