Day was quick to give in to night and dusk was slowly growing dark as the two made their trek to the open. Equipped only with the essentials (blankets, binoculars and, of course, chocolate mousse), Tristan and Mozzie kept keen on their decision to go star gazing. With only the magic of the sky above them and the ancient stories to keep them company, they begin their night of stargazing. So, take a break from real life and kick back with the open skies. Surely it will be an unforgettable experience?



Mmmmhmmmm.

So this is a little RP between myself [Hermione_loves_Ron] and Claudia [Luna_Laufghudd] and our RP characters, the lovely Miss Morzella O'Niel and the handsome Mister Tristan Carwyn. That means this is indeed a closed RP, but feel free to read if you want? :] Thanks!

Tristan had been looking forward to this night for a time, ever since Mozzie had come up with the idea. It had been way too long since he had taken some time to himself, to relax. And it had been more than a year since he'd been outsite and simply looked up at the stars.
With the constant work in the Daily Prophet, he felt there just wasn't any time.

The life he had before seemed to vanish during this short time. If Tristan had not gotten a job, he would surely be by the coast of somewhere, making a fire to keep himself warm as he slept. He loved travelling.

But now, he was here with Mozzie, and it was a beautiful night. To say he was exited was underrated. Tristan felt free.
Carrying the basket with goods, he let her lead the way to the perfect spot.

To be honest, Mozzie had no idea where she was leading Tristan. In fact, he was the star-man, and she wondered, at the very back of her mind, why he was not the one leading them. Alas. She pranced happily, in the manner that she often had while in Hogwarts, snuggled under her coat and sweater and scarf and jacket as she wandered through the open grass.

Her grandmother's land was the perfect place to go. Back home, the Leaky Cauldron could hardly view many stars and the backyard of her parents' home was in London, so of course their view wouldn't be nearly as good as if they had left the city. Wonderful Grandma O'Niel was more than willing to allow her granddaughter to use her property ("I want to meet this young man, too!") and Mozzie was more than willing to comply.

A fire sounded like a good idea right now, and she contemplated whether or not her grandmother kept firewood around. She flipped the end of her scarf and decided that here, in this random spot, was good. The stars were just as bright as they were twenty-five paces away, so they might as well come to rest somewhere.

Huffing little puffs of visible breath, Mozzie turned around to Tristan and bounced on her toes. "This works, yes?" she asked, her head tipped to the side.

As if he would tell her that they should move two paces to the left. Pah.

Dressed in a warm coat, and his slytherin scarf ofcourse, Tristan walked besides Mozzie. She sure knew how to pick the spots, this place was beautiful.

Then she suddenly stopped and the cuteness that was Mozzie looked up at him. "Ummm..." he responded by looking straight up and seemed to be making up his mind wethere or not they should keep moving. Pursing his lips, he looked down again, "Maybe if we moved over here..." he said cocking an eyebrow and took five steps to the right.

A smile spread on his lips, indicating that he was ofcourse joking. "Yes, this is perfect." he walked over to Mozzie, opening the basket as he did. He took out the blanket, set the basket down and spread the cloth to cover a wide spot of grass.

"M'lady." he then bowed low and stretched out an arm, gesturing that she was more that welcome to sit down on the blanket.

Mozzied stared dead-pan at Tristan as he objected to the location and she parted her lips, about to cast him a retort, her eyes following his movements, before she realized he was joking.

Hmph!

Like a mind-reader or something. Puffing out her cheeks, she feigned frustration and stuck her nose into the air. "What if I no longer like this spot, huh?" she asked, but she watched him lay out the blanket anyway. Tugging at the ends of her scarf, she played with the tassels and tipped her head back, taking in the sky. Lighted only by a nearly full moon, the sky was black and scattered full of stars. So many twinkling lights danced above them, some bold and bright and others so faint she wasn't certain if they were imagined. They covered the sky, like a cup of glitter had spilled and she hugged herself as the very idea filled her with something warm and haunting.

So many stars up above. And just two little figures of them out here.

She was tugged from this reverie by Tristan's gentelmanly voice and she found herself giggling. Did he realize how he sounded when he did that? Curtsying, holding the edges of the skirt she wore over her jeans, she let her giggles fade out as she descended upon the blanket.

"What else have you got in that basket?" she asked, trying to crane her neck towards it to try and peek. "There's got to be chocolate, right? You can't have stars without chocolate. Oh! Or maybe some hot chocolate? Something sweet and warm!"

Her eyes were alight, either with the joyous idea of chocolate or with the stars above as she tried to peek into the basket.

He couldn't help but smile at her giggles and watched as she sat down before joining her.

Smirking at her question, he was hoping to surprise her.
Oh, he had plenty of things in the little white basket. Tristan had charmed it to make it hold quite a few items that would normally not fit inside. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the basket and put it between them both, then proceeded to take out the things inside to show her.
"For the Amuse-bouche," he said in fluent french, pretending to be a waiter, "We have these delicious cakes, with either cheese or chicken." he raised a small platter that was wrapped in a cloth and uncovered it for Mozzie to see. "Then," the platter went to rest on the blanket. "when we are ready for the Hors d'oeuvre, we have these excuisite croissants to be eaten with a wide variety of cheeses and fruits." Winking, Tristan grabbed a larger plate full of grapes and with cubes and slices of different types of cheese on the side. As he put down that plate, he grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"For dessert, we have...this." When he, once more, withdrew the hand from inside the basket, he was holding a little glass cup with creamy chocolate mousse, topped with cream and strawberries.

He knew Mozzie liked chocolate, though who didnt? Hopefully, she wouldn't think all these foods were average or something.
And there was still so much more to unpack.

Great as the rest of the food looked, Mozzie could not lie: the chocolate mousse was what most sang to her. Everything else looked delicious, really! The empanadas and the cheeses and croissants and the fruit, but the chocolate mousse seemed to know the right note to sing to capture her entire focus. It looked incredibly creamy and mousse-y (er...?) and the whipped topping looked so fluffy and oh couldn't they just have skipped dinner?

Mozzie mentally pouted. Tristan believed in eating dinner before dessert she seemed to have picked up on.

"There's sooo much food," Mozzie cautioned. There was not that much food. "What if I fill myself up before I get to dessert?" There was always room for dessert. "Everything looks so good. Especially the chocolate mousse!" How had he even known to bring chocolate mousse? Mmmm... Chocoloate...

Mental reachy-grabby fingers reached out for the chocolate mousse but instead she pursed her lips, gave it a stern eying, and then turned to survey the rest of the spread.

"Look at all this," she cooed. "So much yummy food! Who would have expected that you had such skills?" A teasing brow reached for her fringe. "Perhaps the next time the Leaky Cauldron sponsors a party, we'll have to have you help us out."

A friendly wink showed that she kidding. Sort of.

If he did want to help out... she was not about to decline his help. Muahahahaha.

Crouched up on her feet, much like a frog, she bounced on her heels and eyed the food. All the sooner to the chocolate, m'dear!

"We should be eating!"

Looking at Mozzie as to not miss her reaction, Tristan was sort of holding his breath, awaiting her response to all the food. He found out soon enough that the main course was going to have to wait, the chocolate was more popular.

Tristan blushed slightly. "Oh, you can do ALOT with a wand and some patience..." It was true, but he hadn't actually done anything besides dissaparating around the globe and getting all this stuff. "But since I currently don't have a kitchen I had to get this from kind grandmothers in marketplaces..." chagrinned, he bit his lower lip.

Tristan laughed at her wink. He wasn't sure he'd do any good in the kitchen, but if she needed help he wasn't going to say no. Tristan had told her, in a sort of big bortherly way a few months ago, that if she EVER needed help to call him.

Yes, they should be eating.
Eyeing the food, he found that he still wasn't that hungry. As he prepared to go out and meet Mozzie, he had taken to eating. He did that when he was nervous...

Tristan had, ofcourse, brough more of that Chocolate Mousse dessert with him. But Mozzie didn't know that. Hehehe.
"I agree!" he responded, picking up the lonely little glass cup with the chocolate, before Mozzie could, and with a spoon that suddenly appeared in his gloved hand he began to eat it. Slooowly. "Oh, thish ish sho gooot!" Tristan shook his head in pure pleasure.

Was that a blush? Mozzie eyed Tristan's cheeks closer, just to make sure, and she fought down a little squeal. Awww! Look at him blush! How adorable! She chuckled at him and fought another squeal at his chagrin. Boys seemed utterly unaware of how sweet and adorable they looked when they bit their lips like that. Guh!

"Kitchen or not, you made it happen," she told him, wearing a smile. "That's what matters the most, right?"

Tristan's agreement left Mozzie eying the food again, but she saw that Tristan did not move for the main courses but instead moved for...

No!

No!!! How could he?! Mozzie felt a mental panic build up from within as she watched Tristan grab the only cup of chocolate mousse and begin to spoon it in before he had even eaten dinner! Oh the injustice! How she had wrongly pegged him! Here, she had expected he would force them to eat a full meal before the ingestion of her beloved sugar and instead, he was eating from the only cup of chocolate mousse?!?!?! Did he realize what torture this was?

Eyes opened wide, a look quite pitiful tugged at her mouth into a pouty frown and she reached up and towards Tristan and the cup of win. Her fingers wriggled with grabby motions and she allowed a whimper.

"Oh, such unfair actions!" she whined. "Is this because I ate dessert first at the party? Dessert IS my main course!"

Truth. Even in Hogwarts, Mozzie's pockets were always filled with candy - Muggle and magical - and she often had a sugar quill or lolly pop of some sort in her mouth. Chocolate was a part of her - maybe she'd wind up diabetic, but at least she would have enjoyed the trek down said path.

Ah, Mozzie was too kind to say that, which made tristan shrug. It wasn't a big deal, just pack alot of food. Anyone can do that, right?

The chocolate demanded Tristan's attention though, and he kept savouring it, casting glances to see Mozzie's reaction.
"Oh yeah, this is good. Mozzie you gotta try this..." Tristan scooped up a bit more creamy chocolate and made as if he was going to let her taste, but instead just shoved it into his own mouth. "Mmmm...sho goot..."

And then she...whimpered?
That sound made him stop and look at her. Oh she was beyond adorable trying to reach the dessert bowl. He felt like hugging her and giving her all the chocolate in the world. Ooooh, now you did it... He had not meant to upset her!

Tristan raised his eyebrows. The way Mozzie had gone for the chocolate mousse at the party was why he had an idea that she like it. How much though, he had no idea until now.
Shoving the last of the mousse, he reached inside the white basket and took out the other dessert bowl.
"You mean this dessert?" he raised it up for her to see. "You want it? You'll have to fight me over it..."

Ok, that was a JOKE. But as soon as he said that, Tristan regretted it. He should've known better than to say that. Uh oh.

He was so mean he was so mean he was so cruel he knew exactly what he was doing oh the injustice why so mean how could such a sweet, lovely man as he be so cruel and mean and dirty and meeeean? Oh he was torturing her, toooo, with the way he tempted her and kept it all for himself!

How could she be friends with such a cruel person?!

(Mozzie chose not to point out to herself that she had forever been surrounded by such people and they all treated each other just the same and, to this day, continued to do so.)

"I wanna try, I do, I dooooo!" Mozzie cooed and her finger continued to wriggle in attempted grab.

Mozzied regarded the second bowl, the one that seemed to have appeared out of mid-air and she nodded.

"I doooo, I dooo!"

And if she had to fight, she would. Oh Merlin, she would! No one tempted Morzella O'Niel with chocolate and succeeded in keeping her from it. Launching herself forward, she made to grapple for the chocolate mousse but instead, tripped over her footing and tumbled forward towards Tristan with flailing hands. Oooo! Almost touched it!

And then she fell on him.

Yep, that was a bad thing to say. Way to go Tristan!
His smirk turned into a comical ' O ', as he raised his eyebrows in surprise of Mozzie's attempt to get to the chocolate. But as he saw her attack, through the confusion that came, Tristan suddenly realised that he was still holding the mousse and that Mozzie was now rapidly coming at him. Uh oh.

"Uff!" he fell backwards onto his back. Luckily the thick blanket softened the impact against the grassy ground. Lying very still, a shocked expression took over his features. Looking straight ahead, he could see the stars. They were brighter than he remembered...

Wait...
Laughter erupted as he understood what had happened. "I surrender! I surrender!" Tristan didn't want to move, he wasn't sure he could, though he didn't hear any cracks or anything. "Please, I beg of you, mercy!" he managed to say between chuckles.

After taking a few breaths, he wondered if Mozzie had hurt herself or anything. "Oh! Merlin...Are you okay??" Craning the neck whily lying down was akward, but Tristan managed anyways and started to look for the bar owner. Though he couldn't help but keep chuckling shortly after.

It was after Mozzie had flung herself for Tristan and the chocolate mousse that she realized all of the possible outcomes that could come of this act, but by the point they had dawned on her, she had knocked him over. For a moment, she froze, but very quickly regained control of herself and pulled back. Years of wrestling with her brothers and Nolan had given Mozzie at least one good trait and she exercised her agility and reflexes by instantly pulling back up and sitting up on her haunches.

Tristan was laughing, though. Chuckling, at least. That was a good sign, right? Even still, she found that not only her cheeks, but her entire face was flushed deeply. It took until her lungs were aching for her to realize that she was holding her breath. Releasing it, stale carbon dioxide wooshed out and she took a deep breath of air in to replace it.

Her mind buzzed before she could recover.

Recover. Right. Right.

"Of course you surrender," she said in feigned bravado. "It was the only way things could be."

Then she stuck her tongue out.

Whew! Smooth recovery, O'Niel.

She blinked down at herself, as if it had just occurred to her to check for any injuries. She found none, though and looked back at Tristan and grinned.

"All good here. How about you? Didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"

Gosh. The chocolate mousse had better be worth it...

"Mozzie?" he was getting worried when he didn't hear any response. Had she gotten hurt?
Sensing some movement, Tristan propped himself onto his elbows, the chocolate quite forgotten as it lay on its side somewhere on the grass.
But before he could ask again he saw her. Blushing? Ooops. Tristan bit his lower lip again, trying to fight of a smile. It was getting darker, but little light that was still lingering was enough to see the rosy cheeks.

She looked like a little kid busted by the candybowl.
Adorable.

And then superMozzie came forth, and Tristan raised his hands in further surrender, falling on his back again. Ouch. He could see his gloved hands...and they were void of any chocolate.

"Yes," he coughed, "No...not too badly..." he trailed off. "But it didn't go to well for the desert.." Tristan's head turned towards the destroyed deliciousness.

Mozzie would for sure hurt him now.

Mozzie hadn't even noticed Tristan's concern. Head shaking lightly, like a dog with water in its ears, she tried to clear her head and most importantly, wipe away the blush lingering on her cheeks. Ugh. How cruel.

When Tristan moved his arms, she foresaw the following act before it took place and instantly, she reached her arms out towards him, but thus was too late and she winced as he fell on his back. Ouch. A sympathetic smile twisted on her face, Mozzie bit down on her lower lip and crouched down beside Tristan.

"Careful there," she admonished but her eyes trailed to the grass in wary manner as Tristan mentioned the mousse...

"Nuuuuuuu!" she wailed, possibly in a serious manner. Frantic hands flailed wildly and she crawled with speed to the poor spilled mousse. "How I looked forward to yoooou," spoke her forlorn voice. "Alas! All good things must come to an end..." Dramatic sniff. "Well before your time you were spent! Oh, the pain! The devastation. The traaageddyyyyy!"

Mozzie's wails grew louder and then suddenly, she gasped, gave a weary sigh, and brought her forearm to her face and covered her eyes. Then, in a mock-faint, she allowed herself to give way and crumple from waist down onto her back upon the blanket.

Death by chocolate. And she'd not even ingested it!

Jerking his eyebrows up in surprise, Tristan turned over to his belly and straightened up to a kneeling position.
Never ever stand in the way of a woman and her chocolate. Right. Got that now.
Mentally kicking himself, he moved towards Mozzie akwardly, and just watched, not really knowing what to do. Then it dawned on him that maybe she was joking. ? Maybe?

And then the sigh and she was falling back.
"Wow!" Quickly reaching out with both his arms, he managed to catch Mozzie before hitting the ground. One hand around her back and the other holding her opposite arm.

This he had not calculated. They were pretty close together, but it had been a reflex to catch her and now Tristan was looking down at her. Not sure if this was akward or not, Tristan momentarily froze. They hadn't even shook hands no less hugged. Uh... Well he couldn't just drop her, could he now?

Then Tristan blushed, but figured he could maybe sort of continue Mozzie's little theatrics, not taking his eyes off her.

"O, what favour can I do to thee,
That with that hand that scoop'd thy chocolate mousse? Forgive me.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, I shall give thee thy love.

And so, dear Mozzie, which name I tender as dearly as my own, be satisfied..."

Leaning over her, Tristan let go of Mozzies arm and began rummaging through the basket again, and as he found the bowl, he took it out. Tristan straightened up and with a small crooked smile offered Mozzie, who was still in his arms, the other chocolate mousse. With cream and a strawberry ontop.

Mozzie had prepared herself for her "fall". Theatrics had taunt her tumbling and falling and she knew just how to crumple without injuring herself but something was off. She realized that she hadn't hit the blanket and instead, she felt hands upon her. Just as Tristan had, Mozzie felt herself seize up and though she played her part well (fainted damsel or one who has lost her beloved or something of that sort) and kept her eyes closed, she found herself playing it too well with the way she stopped breathing, as well.

Her eyes scrunched shut and she searched for breath and tried to remember how to breathe, but the lack of oxygen was frazzling her mind and for a moment, she could have sworn that Tristan was speaking in poem.

And then she almsot sputtered because she was not at all imagining that.

The Shakespearean poetic prattle she heard was real and was coming from Tristan and she wondered if he knew girls so well? Because, while Tristan had been traveling, he surely must have learned a few things. Like, how when he bit down on his lower lip like that, it made girls want to squeal and fawn. And how Shakespearean poetry prattle built swoons in chests and made girls forget to breathe.

But Mozzie wasn't certain that Tristan really knew.

One chocolately eye cautiously peeked open, for Tristan seemed to allude to something and she glanced about, first taking in the bright stars against the dark sky to the blush on Tristan's face (why was he blushing?) to the...

Instantly breath rushed back to her in icy relief and her cells ceased their agonized screaming. Not paying attention to the fact that Tristan still held her (!!!!!!) and wore that crooked smile (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and in his hands was...

"O! sweet taste upon my lips!
Forsook in blasphemous accident
From mine own trembles
and fingers fumbled
BUT HARK!
That up above, divine love has showered upon
and in hand of my saviour strong
the sweet
the tempting
that luring song..."

And then her fingers were reaching again, the personification of "gimme gimme gimme" as her eyes grew wide once more.

Chocolate! Oh sugary sweet! And the whipped topping and strawberry and ooooh, such torture!

This really had better be worth it.

She shivered.

Gulp.
For a moment there, Tristan was worried. The woman in his arms did not seem awake. If he hadn't been afraid that indeed she had really fainted, he'd be thinking about how her hair fell down her face or how she had a cute nose.

And then... She spoke!
Raising his eyebrows at her prose, he was impressed how the words flowed from her mouth. Maybe she was an actress... She could be, Tristan didn't really know that much about her. She'd be a good one though.

Then Mozzie stopped, and he was somehow dissapointed, but chuckled as she began to grab the air in attempts to get the bowl.

"Show off..." Tristan said in a low voice but flashed a big smile at the Ravenclaw. With a shake of his head, he finally gave Mozzie her beloved chocolate. "Here we go..." and with a small push, Tristan helped her up to a sitting position.

He'd noticed her shiver a moment ago and had already taken out the second blanket. A chivalrous thought came to him of taking off his coat to offer it to her. But...then he would be cold... And there was no real need for any of them to be freezing when there was enough blankets.
Without a word, he covered Mozzie's back and then picked up an 'empanada' to eat.

All this close contact had made him nervous,
And he ate when he was nervous, did he ever say that?

IT WAS IN HER HANDS! She had it, she'd won, the chocolate mousse was hers hers hers! In her hands, Mozzie held the bowl of chocolate mousse in reverence. Before she began to eat it, she brought it to her face and let the sugar-y, chocolate-y scent waft about. Mmmmm. SHE HAD SUCCEEDED.

VICTORY. WIN WIN WIN.

Her index finger was the first to grace the dessert and she drove it straight through the whipped cream to the chocolatey goodness. With a good scoop upon her finger, she drew it to her mouth and wiggled. Possibly squealed. By possibly, that is, she did.

"You weren't lyyyyiiiiing," she breathed before sticking her finger back in.

Oh. Right. Spoons. Spoons... her free hand found a spoon and replaced her finger. No wonder Tristan had eaten all of his without sharing!

"Merlin's Pants! Tristan, this is fantastic! Why did you keeep it from me for so long?" Mozzie may have whimpered as she took another bite. SO. FANTASTIC. "And just how many of these do yo--"

Mozzie paused when she realized there was a blanket on her. Tristan had... covered her with a blanket...? Momentarily, she stiffened, and then, very cautiously, she turned, just a smidge, to peek at Tristan. Why was she still blushing?

And why did she have another trembly shiver?

Eat. Chocolate mousse. Now.

And so Mozzie quickly dropped her eyes to the bowl and began to eat more.

Tristan had settled down with his meat pirogue. Taking a bite off it he couldn't help but glance at Mozzie and smile.
She looked like a little kid who was tasting something for the first time. The word adorable kept popping into his head, which he thought was a perfect way of describing her.

It had gotten darker now, which made him look up to the stars, thinking that they might have the perfect scenery by now. Those twinkling lights were getting brighter, and there was Venus in all her beauty for the world to see.

This had been long overdue, and he was sorry for not having the time to get out sooner, to just sit somehwere and feel the calm with mother nature as company.

His focus was disrupted by Mozzies voice. With a little mock in his voice, he answered, "Well, they say patience is a virtue. Besides you were the one who savagely attacked me..." Tristan pursed his lips, as if he was right. Well, he was. Sort of. Though he didn't mean Mozzie was a savage. Oh no, really he didn't!

He could have sworn she shivered again and shuffled over to sit closer to her. "You allright?" Maybe they should have made a fire by now. There just...wasn't any time.
Tristan started to rub her upper arms ontop of the blanket to try to warm her up, but knew it probably wouldn't hold. Fire. Now.

"I'll go look for something to start a fire with..." he said looking at Mozzie, either to make sure she was allright with it or to see if she wanted to go with him...

"Savagely attack?" gasped Mozzie, her voice full of mock-anger. "I would never do such a thing! You were the one to taunt mercilessly a young dame as myself and you were the one who told me to fight you for it. Therefore... I believe all of this was your fault." She arched a brow high and smirked. "Besides," she added with a sad tone in her voice. "You didn't have to throw the poor thing."

Oh, poor forlorn little chocolate mousse. Never will you be tasted by the lips that love you so. O! And your sweet flavour would never grace the tastebuds that sang for you.

Alas. A bird would probably come by and fall in love with it or something.

Shyly, she glanced to the side when Tristan shuffled closer and his query lefter her blinking for just a moment. And then it dawned on her. Ahh, yes. Of course he would notice her shivering.

Mozzie wondered if Tristan was thick enough to not have figured it out and she found herself praying that he was. She pretended that she did not know, either, and allowed Tristan to believe that it was the cold that caused her moments. Because, as she told herself, that was the only possible explanation. Perhaps, she told herself, it was because of the contact. Having never shook hands, let alone hugged Tristan, of course she'd be caught a bit off guard by being caught by him.

Yes?

Yes. Good, logical reasoning, she told herself.

Maybe he was just being obtuse, she wondered, when he rubbed her arms. Blanket or no, she still found herself precariously holding her breath. His mention of fire, though, was enough to bring her out of her stupor and she glanced over at him, blinking her eyes as she tried to recall a memory.

"Nan has a fire shed. In fact, come to think of it, she's got a fire pit, too. During the summer, Nollie and I would stay with her and have bonfires..." Before she prattled on, though, she stopped herself. "I suppose we could just pack up and move for there."

Never mind that they were witches and wizards and very well could have made their own fire.

He had nothing. No witty comeback. Nada.
"Well...You..." Tristan stuttered, trying to form coherent phrases as he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. But she was right, he had started it all. He was responsible for the dessert on the ground.
Tristan stopped by finishing his food and then dropped his head onto his chest.

"Fine, if that's how you see it, then I shall take the punishment as a man." Tristan finally said, lifting his head with an air of bravado. "If you so desire...I shall eat the fallen dessert...off the ground." Cocking an eyebrow, he pursed his lips, hoping he looked like he had WAY too much pride, a la snob style.

Surely Mozzie must know he was joking. He was beginning to think the ants had surrounded the deliciousness by now. Errr. Though deep down, he knew he had come to a point where he would do almost anything for her. Ya know, if it was something serious. That's the way Tristan was, making sure his friends were allright and helping out whenever.

And right now, it was to get Mozzie warm. Tristan was starting to feel the chill creeping on aswell. He pulled the collar of his coat higher up, hoping his green Slytherin scarf would continue to keep him warm.

Her idea made Tristan stare at her and think. First, should they move? He was quite content sitting here under the stars. They had infact come here to this beautiful spot for them. And second, who was Nollie?
That made him think of how little they knew about eachother. Which made him feel stupid that he'd never asked her about her family. Well, they had not had the time.

"You decide...I thought we could stay here...with a fire, ofcourse." made the muggle way. Totally. And seeing as she was cold? "But if you wan't to move, it's fine by me." the Hufflepuff smiled.

Avast! Happiness for Mozzie, true happiness, was stumbling upon people with her keen sense for drama and melodrama, for moments of over-embellishment, for the bravado that fueled her throughout the days. Boo had it and sometimes Nollie had it and Arielle probably had nearly as much as Mozzie an oh, sweet Inez had it without meaning to have it.

And Tristan! Wonderful, entertaining, lovely Tristan had it, too? Mozzie secretly congratulated herself; of course she would forever attract such people with her aura or whatever it was. Either way, her heart swelled with a surge of appreciation for the Tristan that he seemed to keep hidden and quickly, effortlessly, she eased into a role.

"No!" she gasped, with exaggerated horror. "Don't do such a thing! How dare you even think to lower yourself to such disgusting, vile levels!" Never mind the bugs, the dirt, and probably weird worms that would crop up. "You're far too above the dirt to stoop to such vile lows. I will weep!" And then, Mozzie feigned weeping, complete with sound-effects. "Weep weep weeeeep!"

After her weeping charades, she pulled the blanket tighter around her with her shoulders hunched up. Though she wasn't overly chilly, every time the breeze stirred, she felt it breathe its cool breath over cheek and kiss it with a momentary iciness. A fire would be nice, at the very least. Something to cut the chill. In fact, as had been her experience with well-made fires, it would probably keep them toasty.

Any other female would probably have disliked Tristan leaving the decision to them. Boo always wavered and told Stormy to just make decisions often, but Mozzie had been born to lead, or so she believed. In Hogwarts, she had always been the leader of sorts and she had never lost that.

"Well. I'm sure we could still see the stars quite well from by the wood shed, but we can go ahead and stay here. Just means a few more treks to and from the shed for the wood. I'm sure we could find some good stones or rocks around to contain it with."

How did she always manage to forget that she had magical abilities and could easily just summon the wood?

They should totally start their own travelling theatre company.
Tristan was on the verge of laughing as Mozzie continued with the drama. Oh how he enjoyed her being so... Tristan could so cleary imagine them both wearing clothes from the renaissance era.
But he kept his lips pursed, though you could clearly see a smile breaking them apart.

His eyes widened in suprise as Mozzie began to cry and his face turned to normal. This was turning into something he could not follow.

He seriously could not compete with that.
"Heeeey, that is not faiiir." he chuckled. Really, what would he counter that with now. It's not like he could get away with crying too. Not like a girl...OR a man. Sometimes, it's good being a girl. He frowned as he realised what he had just stupidly thought. "I can't weep like you do..." Well, he could, but that was another topic.

Dropping the theatrics, coming back to the fire ''issue'', Tristan listened as Mozzie explained how they could go about with the wood and such. It wasn't a bad idea actually. BUT he wasn't sure what she wanted to do, which made him waver in what he would and should reply.

Ofcourse, they could summon everything, but Tristan's body was aching to get up and search for any sticks, pieces of dry wood or leaves... He felt he was close enough to get into his old life. A life he so dearly wanted to go back to... It was almost painful. But then, he wouldn't have met Mozzie...or anyone else, like his Daily Prophet colleagues.

5 years out in the world won over the 1 year he had spent in a more civilised place.

"Actually, the wood shed would be good...keep up sheltered from the wind..." Tristan raised his eyebrows in question.

Unless they accidentaly did something and the whole shed went up in flames.

With a flutter of her lashes, Mozzie chuckled at Tristan. "I'm very certain you could weep," she assured him. "However, you weeping is probably not nearly as adorable as me weeping and thus, I would still win." To prove that she was (mostly) teasing, Mozzie winked. "Can I help it that I have irresistible scruples and feminine wiles?" As if to reinforce this point, Mozzie again batted her lashes at Tristan, allowing a coy smile to dance upon her lips.

Mozzie liked this. She liked being able to sit in Nan's yard wrapped in a blanket at night with Tristan and be perfectly comfortable and goofy. Neither of them seemed to feel the need to act like someone else. Without feeling ashamed of her antics, Mozzie was able to be herself around Tristan without having to pretend to be some "normal", boring girl. That was comfortable. Perhaps they were meant to be friends all along.

Hmm. Shelter from the wind. Mozzie hadn't thought of that and yet, as the breeze stirred and cut at her face, it was incredibly obvious. Why had she not thought of that? Pah!

"That probably is a good idea," she agreed. "The shed isn't so far off. The move over there would be quick and easy and then, once we had a fire going, we could still do star gazing while being able to keep warm and toasty. Oooh, my friends will be so jealous when I tell them that I came out without them." Mozzie chuckled, mostly to herself before she glanced back over to Tristan.

"So. We shall move then?"