Harpies Bite

Well, let’s go, then. -holds out her hand and kinda wiggles her fingers- 

*grins and takes her hand and they go traipsing towards a beach somewhere* At least I’ve got you smiling now. I thought that would have been an impossible task.

‘Right. Fine. -spreads her notes back out bc i’m saying she’s at the library idk IDK and gestures for megan to sit- When’d you fall asleep?

Umm *thinks way too hard* Did he take role-call? Before you judge me, I had quidditch practice the night before.

Oh, I don’t know, a massage. A holiday. A holiday that includes an afternoon long massage with endless mimosas. 

I don’t think I can swing a holiday in an hour, but we could probably go walk a beach and find mimosas. 

-thinks for a moment and then kinda huffs- Fine. Fine. I can let y’look at my notes, but if an owl gets sent home that I let someone copy, my mum’ll have my head.

I never said copy but I do need your help. I’d never get you in trouble on purpose.

Only ‘bout ten inches in. M’not lettin’ you copy if that’s what you’re after. But if y’need help…

It’s rare, I’ll admit that. -smirks a lil’- Surprise me.

Surprise you? But that won’t guarantee you feeling better. Give me hint.

Aye, all right, then what would be enough for you, Gwen? What would you have me do, eh? To fix this — to please you.

I-I don’t know. I just don’t know. Why can’t you be like every other bloke I’ve ever seen and just walk away when things get serious? It’s not you its... I just–

And m’askin’ why? Or do you have no plans o’ explainin’ yourself beyond that, then?

Mack... Look at us. Who in their right minds would think we could be together? We spend more time apart then together, and as much as I love you, I don’t know if that’s enough for me anymore. 

-wrinkles her nose- Like what?

How far are you on the essay from Binns?

That innocent act looks terrible on you, Gwenog.

Oh, but darling, since when have you ever known me to be innocent. 

That’s what Puffs are – helpful. -frowns and crosses her arms- Just…c’mon, Jones.

-narrows her eyes slightly- Y’know, for a Hufflepuff, y’really aren’t very helpful.

Who wen’t and told you we’re helpful? Maybe if you were nicer I’d give you a hint.

-takes the wine- Thank you. -takes a GIANT sip- I haven’t been sleeping well, and it’s clearly getting to me.

Cleary. *smirks* Sounds like something has been keeping you up at night.

Don’t be a bint, Jones. You were the last one ‘round when I last saw it. 

Doesn’t mean I touched it. You’d be better off searching for the house elf who was around. Hard to miss; Big ears, big eyes and wears a teacloth for clothes. ‘Bout a hundred of them around. 

Red. -smirks a bit- Something else? You haven’t even gotten me that drink yet, Gwenog, and you’re already moving onto the next step.

You said it’s a long day and you seemed to think someone was following you. Forgive a girl for assuming you might have been hitting something earlier. Red, coming right up.