 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
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Zeke had no words. That was cool. Beyond cool even. "I saw him then!" He realised, noting the Gryffindor bit. Cause he was there, he saw her, at the match, he was there. "What position does he play?" he asked, only too happy to keep up the topic of conversation. Bart. Her sons name was Bart.. he'd remember that. And already he was jealous, Bart got to play and he'd been to the World Cup. "Emily's not been to one either, so we're doing a thing with it, and Gavin will be there too... and Avery and Ashley and Ari." Did she know who they were? He didn't care. It wasn't her thing, it was their thing. Still he was super excited about the tickets she'd look into, he doubted anyone could wipe the smile from his face.
And there were those words. If Emily didn't mind. He spared her a glance, waving at her... his attempt at earning brownie points before asking. "I don't think she'd let me," he replied honestly, not getting his hopes up. "And I've pushed her enough today, my lucks run out." Pfffttttt... and there she went teasing him, saying he didn't have to be quiet and well behaved and stuff and he could look around and have an adventure. SEEEE EMILLYYYY. Why couldn't she let him do that in the Underground? It wasn't like he'd get hit by a train, it was abandoned! -- or at least part of it was.
"Eeeehhh," he shrugged, rolling his next around his palm, waiting for her to take her shot and blitz him. Which she almost did... almost. "Good shot," he returned the compliment, which was deserved considering she'd hit his away. Squatting to the ground, his face screwed in concentration, an eye closed for the sake of accuracy, Zeke rolled his gobstone forward. Only... it didn't roll.... much... at all..... "I was too soft," he conceded, lips smooshed into a critical pout.
OOOoooohhhhhhh! Whaat? Really? She'd stay with him and let Emily go?
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Zeke turned on his heal to see her response. Eyeing her expectantly. Pleasse?
Uncrossing her leg and shifting in her seat on the bench, Emily watched them play, smiling and offering a palm-up in response to Zeke's wave. It amazed her how needy and how not-so-needy he could be. Reading children was a chore, perhaps because they didn't comprehend their thought process themselves, thus confusing her.
Her ears perked up at Vic's offer, and she shifted her gaze slightly to her friend. She could bring him to her later? ..........................
This was new territory. Leaving Zeke with someone other than herself, the Isaacs' or the childcare centre. Could she do that? Leave him? Let Vic fend for herself? "Eeeerrrr........" Why did it feel so wrong? She trusted Vic to ensure he survived the experience, just it didn't sit right with her? But then... that look, on his face. That face. Sparing her watch another look, she pulled herself from the bench and joined the two in the ring. "You sure? I'd hate for him to inconvenience you." Cue hand on his shoulder.
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