#&(drew)

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles continued from here

"Well, then it means I won, right?" gleefully retorted Fish as she abandoned herself to his embrace, head resting on his chest. She was generally a joyful person, and yet he managed to create a feeling of bliss so pure it almost made her heart miss a beat.

Butterflies in the stomach, right? That was the saying. Just... A thousand butterflies, fluttering inside her.

"Oh, thanks," stammered Fish, blushing. Drew had wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, and it smelled just like him. It was like being in his arms, and the thought flustered her even more.

Even if the camp always had nice weather, it got chilly near the lake, especially at night. But she liked being there more than being in her cabin, where she often felt alone. Plus, here she could hang out with Drew.

@uselessdevice sent: ♒ It’s really hot outside, so your Muse has abruptly started to undress. From Drew! from: Make My Muse Blush

The summers were always hot in Isla Nublar, but this year was particularly suffocating. With record heat, the Island had turned into a living Hell. And so, working under the scorching sun kinda felt like working in Hell.

But Fish didn't seem all too bothered by the heatwave anymore, too busy noticing that Drew had just removed his shirt. She couldn't blame him, even at 9PM the heat was unforgiving. No, the problem was that she couldn't help staring. Staring and blushing.

She had to look down quickly, hiding the flush of her cheeks. Luckily, she had been cleaning the floor near the dinosaur pool, so she had a good reason to focus on something else than Drew's very exposed chest.

@uselessdevice sent: [ POCKET ] — sender sticks their fingers into the pockets of receiver's pants (back pockets) from Drew! from: gestures that get me going

It was kind of an innocent gesture, and yet Fish felt her cheeks flush when Drew stuck his fingers in her jeans' back pocket. They'd been walking by the strawberry field, talking about camp's gossip, having a good time. Drew knew she was growing restless, eager to go on a quest, and he'd suggested the walk.

She didn't want to make a big deal out of this, the hand in the pocket, but it made her all giddy anyway. Sending butterflies in her stomach. With a little step, Fish got closer to Drew.

A young Drew 😌 @uselessdevice

from:📸 Send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to!  status: accepting!

Fish had found the picture on Drew's desk, used as a bookmark in between the pages of The Book of Beasts. She plucked it out with a little smile, too curious to ignore such a find!

Drew -oh, she was sure this was Drew- looked so handsome and mysterious, sitting all alone in this corner, with a cigarette between his lips. She felt her cheeks warming up, and a part of her kind of wanted to keep the picture.

@uselessdevice​​ sent: 🌨️ have a snowball fight from Drew! from: 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

The castle’s grounds were covered in powdery snow. Winter had settled at Hogwarts, turning the usually green landscape into a quiet, white tableau. Most of the students had left for the Christmas vacations, and only a handful of kids were playing in the snow. 

Fish and Drew had been walking near the lake, chatting about grading parchments and things of the sort, when Fish threw a snowball at Drew. It was too tempting! Grinning widely at the other teacher, she couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips. “Oops, sorry!” she said in between laughter, “I guess it just slipped out my hands!”

He laughed, the sound ringing out through the trees around them. The Forbidden Forest was a formidable place, but if anybody could handle it, he had confidence in the two of them.

“I just think it’d be a grand experience for the Fourth Years, that’s all! And as unicorns prefer a female presence, I’m going to need your help.” He replied, watching as the fog rolled in off the lake. It was going to be a murky night, muttering for his wand to shine a little brighter. “Why go to the effort of getting a tamed thing brought in when we have plenty of unicorns right here at Hogwarts?”

It just seemed like a waste of time to him. There were wizards that prided themselves on preserving the species in magical zoos, which was a fine thing, he admitted. But orchestrating one to be brought into the school and taken out again? Nonsense!

Not to mention the fact that the new Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts seemed just as adventurous as he was.

“If you can’t charm one right out into the paddock then nobody can.”

"Well, I can't argue with that!" gladly retorted Fish, so enthusiastic it was easy to guess she didn't need that much convincing in the first place, "studying unicorns with a live specimen would be an amazing experience for the students."

To be fair, she was already excited to roam the Forbidden Forest. She had some memories of it, from when she visited Hogwarts as a student herself. But there was an undeniable charm in being now a teacher, and therefore absolutely allowed to do whatever she wanted. Well, not completely, but this was definitely authorized.

"We had pegasuses at Beauxbatons, but I've heard Unicorns are a lot more... temperamental. Not that it intimidates me! As a woman, I already have an advantage you don't."

She turned to her colleague with a little mischievous smile.

"Well, look at you, what a smooth talker. I'm already convinced, you know."