Once You Go Black

Maybe I should explode some fireworks?

That was low, mate. 

Don’t be a slut Percy…… Actually

You don't know me at all.

Then you should do something about it. Show some initiative, mate.

"So what can I do today?"

Me.

Sorry. Not wrong. As in, I don’t get any sleep because I work late. And because your moron of a brother likes to wake up at the crack of dawn for no apparent reason, ugh.

Then stop working. Buying and selling sweets should require that much time. Yeah, he's always been like that. Give him some bread and a toaster, and you'll squeeze a few more minutes in there.

"You asked for it!" Percy propelled down the tunnel like a torpedo, lifting Nonnie's legs that bit higher off the ground. His laughter bounced off the walls, souding cavernous echoes in his ears. In the cool air, her skin felt warm against his; but not entirely comforting. There was never a detailed plan laid out to tell them what the evening would entail, as it was rather less fun that way, so he welcomed that warm spark with open arms, always alert as the contagious adrenaline rushed through his system. 

And how often are you in our common room? [slows down to a stop just before the edge of the grass]

[stops and turns to face her] Every once in a while. It all depends on family circumstances and dates. 

[pauses to close the doors, then follows a few steps behind, keeping a comfortable distance now that they were outside of the castle] Well you’ll be safe anyway. You can just keep using your family to let you in.

[slows down once they reach the grass, his hand moving to the top of his head to mess up his hair.] I'm not sure how long that'll last. Carina may very well build a barricade if I visit your common room too often. But, what can I say? I'm just bored... all the time.

[starts walking in the direction they were headed previously as soon as she’s back out in the corridor] It’s because most Hufflepuffs are too nice to prank anyone, so this is our way of pranking people without getting a guilty conscience.

[pushes the huge doors open, strolling out into the courtyard with his hands in his pockets] Covering us in vinegar, though. You really are a charming lot, you Puffs. Remind me not to get on your bad side.

Well we mustn’t keep them waiting! -she takes his hand laughing and pulling him along- 

Oh, Stevie, darling! -weaves in and out through the columns, twirling and spinning Nonnie- If there's no Fleetwood Mac we should trash the place.

Alright, stop distracting me. I can’t be all bothered on this mission. I have Oasis records to look for.

Distractions are the best part. Just one more for the road.