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Freyr · 01-22-2025, 11:19 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Calliope snatched cinnamon bean from Alaric, her fingers practically crashing against his in her haste as her eyes now began to water from the absolutely horrific flavor assaulting her taste buds. Through the pain, she nearly missed the small flicker of something in his gaze and the little jolt of something other than knuckles hitting knuckles, but she decided not to dwell on it for now. Instead, she popped the bean into her mouth, immediately feeling the warm, sweet relief from the earlier disaster and wilted into her seat. She really could kick her shoes off and lay her legs over his lap for extra comfort - she was just that relieved.

"You're so corny," she teased, smiling at him with her eyes closed as the flavor of cinnamon blossomed in her mouth - her cheeks not the pleasant color of a ripe peach. "But you did come through with the cinnamon so I’ll give you that, my knight in shining armour." Ugh, she sort of sounded like mamma when she was getting all fluttery eyed at dad and they were being weird with one another - which was practically every second of every day. She sat up just a bit, the playful edge never quite leaving her voice. "That sounds more like my personal scribe than a knight." But hey, if she needed someone to write her biography then she knew who to turn to.

Her expression softened for a moment as she thought about his words regarding quidditch tryouts. She felt a flutter in her chest, but quickly shook it off, not wanting to seem too soft - she had that whole Dark witch aesthetic to keep up with now too. "Tryouts are on Monday and you better show up to cheer me on," she insisted. "But I will have you know I have never once flown into a goalpost and I have no intention of doing so at tryouts either. Just make sure you don't get dizzy trying to keep up with me once I'm in the air. Celebratory butterbeers or whatever the Hogsmeade weekend after I make the team, I'll even treat you."

Calliope sat up more and even leaned in towards Alaric, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she considered the prank - no, the mission - she was about to embark on with her two best friends. It was absolutely ridiculous, and that’s exactly why it was going to be perfect. Did Alaric and Maddox even know they were her best friends - up in the air, like the brooms they would be riding on in the common room soon. Once Maddox was also clued into things. For someone who was frustrated by the assumptions people made about her, the brunette was sure making a whole lot about this - c'est la vie.

"We obviously have to make it to five now," she nodded firmly, holding out her hand towards Alaric for a handshake - it was the only official way of sealing a deal, after all. "No half measures."

And he was still definitely wrong about cinnamon being awful.

Alaric blinked as Calliope snatched the cinnamon bean so quickly their fingers collided. "Whoa, you’re really desperate to fix that disaster, huh?" he teased, his grin widening just slightly as their fingers brushed. He leaned back, watching her wilt into her seat. "You’re welcome, by the way. Clearly, I’m the hero of this story." There was a playful lilt to his voice, but something in his gaze lingered just a moment longer than necessary.

When she called him corny, Alaric let out a laugh, leaning closer with a smirk that felt a little too pleased. "Corny? Nah, that was pure chivalry. But fine, if you need a personal scribe, I’ll do it. Your story deserves the best writer, after all," he said with a tilt of his head. "Although," he added, his grin turning slightly cheeky, "I might have to add in a few embarrassing goalpost crashes, just to keep it exciting."

His grin softened into something more genuine as he continued. "Monday? I’ll be there, obviously. I’ll be front and center, cheering so loud the other players will want to quit before tryouts even start." He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping just a touch as his eyes met hers. "And if you do hit a goalpost, I’ll be ready to write it into your biography," he paused for effect, his grin widening again, "but seriously, you’re definitely making the team. No question." He leaned back, watching her closely, and added, "Butterbeer after you make it, though. And you’re treating, since you’ll be the new star player."

As Calliope leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, Alaric couldn’t help but match her energy, the excitement bubbling in his chest. He extended his hand to meet hers, their handshake firm but lingering for just a beat too long. "Five laps," he said, nodding with a grin. "No half measures. This is going to be legendary."

01-22-2025, 11:19 PM	#14 (permalink)
Freyr Jarvey Join Date: Aug 2019 Location: In UTC+3 time zone Posts: 607 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alaric Ashcombe Slytherin First Year	Really curious about how they will pull off that broom mission Astrophile Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Calliope snatched cinnamon bean from Alaric, her fingers practically crashing against his in her haste as her eyes now began to water from the absolutely horrific flavor assaulting her taste buds. Through the pain, she nearly missed the small flicker of something in his gaze and the little jolt of something other than knuckles hitting knuckles, but she decided not to dwell on it for now. Instead, she popped the bean into her mouth, immediately feeling the warm, sweet relief from the earlier disaster and wilted into her seat. She really could kick her shoes off and lay her legs over his lap for extra comfort - she was just that relieved. "You're so corny," she teased, smiling at him with her eyes closed as the flavor of cinnamon blossomed in her mouth - her cheeks not the pleasant color of a ripe peach. "But you did come through with the cinnamon so I’ll give you that, my knight in shining armour." Ugh, she sort of sounded like mamma when she was getting all fluttery eyed at dad and they were being weird with one another - which was practically every second of every day. She sat up just a bit, the playful edge never quite leaving her voice. "That sounds more like my personal scribe than a knight." But hey, if she needed someone to write her biography then she knew who to turn to. Her expression softened for a moment as she thought about his words regarding quidditch tryouts. She felt a flutter in her chest, but quickly shook it off, not wanting to seem too soft - she had that whole Dark witch aesthetic to keep up with now too. "*Tryouts are on Monday and you better* show up to cheer me on,*" she insisted. "But I will have you know I have never once flown into a goalpost and I have no intention of doing so at tryouts either. Just make sure you don't get dizzy trying to keep up with me once I'm in the air. Celebratory butterbeers or whatever the Hogsmeade weekend after I make the team, I'll even treat you." Calliope sat up more and even leaned in towards Alaric, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she considered the prank - no, the mission* - she was about to embark on with her two best friends. It was absolutely ridiculous, and that’s exactly why it was going to be perfect. Did Alaric and Maddox even know they were her best friends - up in the air, like the brooms they would be riding on in the common room soon. Once Maddox was also clued into things. For someone who was frustrated by the assumptions people made about her, the brunette was sure making a whole lot about this - c'est la vie. "*We obviously have* to make it to five now," she nodded firmly, holding out her hand towards Alaric for a handshake - it was the only official way of sealing a deal, after all. "No half measures." And he was still definitely wrong about cinnamon being awful. Alaric blinked as Calliope snatched the cinnamon bean so quickly their fingers collided. "Whoa, you’re really desperate to fix that disaster, huh?" he teased, his grin widening just slightly as their fingers brushed. He leaned back, watching her wilt into her seat. "You’re welcome, by the way. Clearly, I’m the hero of this story." There was a playful lilt to his voice, but something in his gaze lingered just a moment longer than necessary. When she called him corny, Alaric let out a laugh, leaning closer with a smirk that felt a little too pleased. "Corny? Nah, that was pure chivalry. But fine, if you need a personal scribe, I’ll do it. Your story deserves the best writer, after all," he said with a tilt of his head. "Although," he added, his grin turning slightly cheeky, "I might have to add in a few embarrassing goalpost crashes, just to keep it exciting." His grin softened into something more genuine as he continued. "Monday? I’ll be there, obviously. I’ll be front and center, cheering so loud the other players will want to quit before tryouts even start." He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping just a touch as his eyes met hers. "And if you do hit a goalpost, I’ll be ready to write it into your biography," he paused for effect, his grin widening again, "but seriously, you’re definitely making the team. No question." He leaned back, watching her closely, and added, "Butterbeer after you make it, though. And you’re treating, since you’ll be the new star player." As Calliope leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, Alaric couldn’t help but match her energy, the excitement bubbling in his chest. He extended his hand to meet hers, their handshake firm but lingering for just a beat too long. "Five laps," he said, nodding with a grin. "No half measures. This is going to be legendary." __________________ Days of Potter 2022: Which Luna Quote Are You?_____________________ ____________ "you can laugh! but people used to believe there were no such things as the blibbering humdinger or the crumple-horned snorkack**!"