brittle bones

I dunno, Dave it’s pretty pretty. I’ll be coming back, I mean I promised I’d come to all your games, didn’t I? I’ll come and visit and we can even take a few rounds in the pitch when I do just like we do now. I could always tell dad I want to get you something nice and need money for that and he’d fork it over in a heartbeat because he wants me to treat you like a princess as much as he does so that solves that problem. Unless you have any better ideas?

You gotta make sure all that hard quidditch training pays off when you come back to visit, because if I end up beating you it might take a hit on that reputation you're trying to build up. That could always work, and if he doesn't give in right away, just call me over and I'll pout and bat my eyelashes and it'll be a done deal. As stoic as your dad is, stuff like that always seems to get him. 

Yeah, I’m surprised I haven’t heard his voice in a while. He’s usually everywhere you are. What did you do to him? 

...Nothing. But don't go looking for anything in the potion closet on the fourth floor, okay?

Yeah, but I also really don’t want to burn that pretty face so I think I’ll hold off on the fire spitting. Aw, come on now, don’t think about stuff like that. I thought we agreed that this was our summer to have fun and be carefree. And besides, you know I’m always just an owl away at all times anyway.

It's not that pretty, but I appreciate the compliment. I know, and I'm trying really hard not to but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how you're leaving and not coming back here. We really need to come up with the money for the coach bag if we want to have a chance at being alone together and really making this summer amazing.

Depends, what did you do to make me angry? But I like showing you off and I even like telling ‘em to fuck off because I like defending my woman. Not that she needs defending, as a matter of fact she could probably kick more ass than I can, but you know. Eenie meenie minie moe. Or just stick your hand in the bunch and pull one out.

I'm sure one day you'll suffer an embarrassing defeat at the hands of me; I mean, that would make anyone start to spit fire out of their mouths, right?  You're damn right. I may not have hit my growth spurt just quite yet, but I'm not afraid to fuck anyone up, especially if they're giving my man some trouble. But I'm sure they no better than to mess with you, Mr. Head Boy--or more like... [she frowns a little.] former Mr. Head Boy. Well now I just made myself sad.

I am proud! I’m a pretty boy and I’m proud, ok! Don’t look at me, I’m also sensitive about it. No, no, Notebook cheesy crap, I’m also going to be kissing your face incessantly so it can’t be awful enough to detract from that. Hm, this is true…ok, it can be plain awful if you want. Surprise me.

Well you are one-sixteenth Veela, aren't you? It's basically in your blood. Just promise me you won't start shooting fireballs at me when you're angry, okay? I am all here for you kissing my face, and it'll be a lot better knowing that half the school won't be watching us do that this time around. My DVD collection is unorganized as fuck, so we'll probably be surprised anyway.

Your brother doesn’t count, Davis.

Cute. I honestly don't even know what Greg is up to nowadays; you think I would with our twin telepathy and all. He's like an enigma. But then again, I'm best friends with one.

Mmm, not visiting you for a while.

You say that like you're the one who willingly comes up to visit me in the first place.

Ok, that sounds like a much, much better idea, I’m in. There’s a reason why you’re the brains of the operation-actually you’re the brawn too, I just stand around and look pretty. Bring along a crappy rom-com that we can fall asleep to, you know how I like my guilty pleasures.

Of course it is. You do a very good job at that, so be proud of yourself. Just how crappy do you want it to be? Are you wanting 'The Notebook' levels of cheesy crap, or 'Gigli' levels of just plain awful crap? Though personally I don't think it matters because we're going to be completely buzzed out of our minds from all that juice.

…Welp, thanks for the heads up, princess, I’m not going in there for the next six hours. Gonna sleep on the Puff’s couch tonight, wow.

Orrrrrr we could go to the Three Broomsticks and drink pumpkin juice until we can't move and just crash there. I'm a regular there and the barmaid loves me, so I'm sure she'd let us crash upstairs if we needed to.

the deal l future!davelev

Thought so. [He grinned teasingly before pulling away and holding her hand again to walk.]

I have a feeling you're going to keeping calling me Dave and Davey until I'm old and in the ground. And whenever you do call me Davis, it throws me off because I'm not used to. [She noticed that he found her impression to be amusing and gave him a little mock bow.] Maybe it'll just bring back bad memories or something? Oh, oh! Maybeeee he's saving it to tell you on deathbed or something, like, for dramatic effect.