queen of disaster

zach had been letting himself be taken by the moment, allowing his body to move as he wanted the moment he wanted it to. he had met no resistance from kaia until now, which had given him the confidence to take small steps with every lingering touch, every brush of her lips against his. it was rare these days that he would care so little for consequences–– the years had stripped him of a bit of his childhood recklessness. yet, whenever he was with kaia it would show up again, that repressed desire to move solely on impulse. it made him feel alive. he didn’t know, however, if that was too far. to be fair, it was no fault of his own. damned adolescent hormones. instead of being offended, however, the look on kaia’s face was of amusement, which took him by surprise. he was in a very vulnerable position as it was. his cheeks turned beet red at her statement, and he looked away as if it could make it less obvious. ″ sorry. ″ he replied shyly, absolutely mortified. she was still, however, straddling him, which made it increasing harder to try and take control back. he started thinking about mountain trolls. full of snot. his focus was shifted abruptly at her next statement, eyes widening the size of a couple of banquet plates, the kinds you carry turkeys in, his rosy lips opened in a comically shaped O. ″ o-of course. absolutely. should i, hm, leave ? ″ the heat rose to his ears, his entire face the shade of a blooming red rose, eyes darting through their surroundings as if he was expecting aurors to burst into their picnic and arrest him for merlin-knows-what.

he couldn’t fight the way his lips curved in a smile against hers, breaking their rhythm for a few seconds at a time. zach wished he could be cool and collected, taking her in his arms and sweeping her off her feet like a suave don juan. alas, he was a boy–– clumsy, awkward, a little hesitant and a little impulsive at the same time, trying to figure out what was okay and what was not at their first official make-out session. he could barely believe he was making out with kaia edwards–– his self from two months ago would be shocked and his self from two days ago would be very, very proud. she tugged at him in a way he was not used to, but it was nothing less than what he would expect from her: to take initiative and show exactly what she wants and how she wants it. he scooped her up with him as he sat down, back against a tree trunk, and plopped her down on top of him without breaking the kiss. both his hands were in her hips, testing the waters a bit. when she spoke, they were so close their breaths were almost one. ″ you should know better, edwards. now i’m gonna get full of myself, and i’ll never let you forget that we made out and you liked it. a lot. ″ laughter spilled from his lips, still half an inch from her. hearing her curse for some reason made his temperature rise, almost feeling the blood flowing to his cheeks and a little further south from that. it was difficult to conceal it when she was, well, literally on top of him, but he prayed she would not notice anything.

        “ you think pretty highly about yourself, HUH  ?  “

  “ i would’ve said the same thing in my day, ” tiffany piped up. of course, she wasn’t very liked back then. probably didn’t help that she used to light people on fire— “ is it that time of year at hogwarts already ? ”

golden hues lazily look up at the talking lion over the edge of the magazine,             fingertips lingering upon a dog-eared page before snorting.           “            okay.           ”               vera snickers,           and again,           not in a way to cause harm to the witch’s ego              !             the brunette was glad kaia was taking her title seriously,            but at the same time she didn’t care that much…            not when she was already putting all her bets on slytherin winning the house cup again..             “             did you already came up with a…          strategy to win or whatever you captains do             ?           ”

❝ it’s alright. i’ve got a warm body anyway. ❞ leroy always made sure to dress warmly, but even when he wasn’t feeling particularly insulated, his hands were rarely ever cold. he nodded lightly. ❝ a pure wiztober needs some snow, though. sure, it’s gettin’ cold enough, but it won’t feel like it’s really wiztober until i see some snow. ❞