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Well obviously with December being so close, it was getting colder everyday and the trees were starting to lose their leaves. One of Kat's favourite time of the year was winter and she couldn't wait for it, honestly. But that wasn't why she was here. She was still going to be talking with Cle, and she could admire everything around her when she was alone. In fact, she felt like it was a great time to actually go play Quidditch. Was that weird that almost every time was Quidditch time for her? Hmm... well. "Yeah, I guess," Kat said. "I haven't played Quidditch during the summer so I'm pretty excited to finally be on a broom again." And actually playing. Not just tryouts or practices, but on matches. It was different. Anyway...
Taste good? "Try licking yourself and tell me if you've changed your mind," she said with a playful grin. But she was joking... don't lick yourself. That's disgusting. And he tries? "You don't have to." Cos he was good at it already. Ahem.
No one? Really? "The last time you did, you didn't even ask." DING DING DING. There's your signal.
The leaves would be dropping off the trees soon he decided. It was nearly winter. Cle liked winter, though it was dreadfully cold up here. At least he knew that it was coming now. Last year it had been a dreadful surprise. He'd brought more jumpers this year though, so hopefully wouldn't be too cold. That was the good thing about France, it really was not as cold as Scotland was. "Nor me..." Not that he'd flown last year, so it didn't make much of a difference. "I've owled my mom, asked her to send me my broom." Because he knew he'd be much better on his own broom. He'd just been waiting to see if he got onto the team before he got his mom to do that. It was kind of a long way after all. But he couldn't wait to have his broom. He'd missed it a lot last year. It was going to be brilliant to fly this year, and play for his house team.
"Nah..." He frowned, shaking his head. "I'm good." He really didn't want to lick himself. He wasn't some dog, and licking yourself make you look rather weird, and he wasn't weird. He was cool. "I'm not gonna." He assured her with a grin. She was good to stay, he wasn't going to start licking anything soon. Unless there was ice cream for pudding tonight.
Mmm. She did bring up a point. "True..." He smirked, letting his hand move up to cup her cheek before he leant down and pressed his lips against hers.