I fully intended to owl you for a coffee date when I was properly settled. You just beat me to it.
I'm... adjusted. Adjusting. I'll get there. How have you been since the last party?
You'll be happy to hear Tamsin seems to be doing okay. I saw her the other day with a tiny Slytherin witch. She was dressed to impress.
Haven't found anyone that appreciates my bare feet at parties. I'm okay though. Glad you're here.
Hibernation is a strong word. Eighteen hour naps is closer to the truth.
The Mexican girl? I saw that when I was out mailing packages to my mother. It's nice to see someone inspire her smile again.
At least you know that I always appreciate you, yeah? It's getting a bit too cold for wandering barefoot in a hedge maze, though.
I'd like to see someone inspire yours. Maybe you'll let me have that privilege again. You should spend time with Tamsin first, she'll be beyond the moon to see you.
The cold just gives me more reason to tuck my feet under your thighs. Or sneak cold fingers under your shirt.
Never. I live for coffee. Coffee dates with an intelligent girl? Worlds better than coffee by myself.
She's actually tired of spending time with me, honestly. She's repeatedly told me to go away, Grisha, you're looming. Which is fine. She knows where to find me when she's tired of not having every moment of my attention.
If you would politely keep your cold hands off of my stomach, that would be greatly appreciated. Hard if. I have a strong gut feeling that you're going to do it anyway, as in 'my gut is already uncomfortably cold'.
How long have you been here that she's already tired of your looming? Tamsin should know it's hard for you not to loom unless you stoop.
I'll make sure to put a stomach warmer on my shopping list just for your cold stomach. Do you only want me to keep them off if I'm politely touching? It sounds like impolite cold hands are welcome, based on what you said.
You smart talk about me being Pooh all the time, I think at this point I'm entitled to the know-it-all jokes. Not sorry. Multiple dates, plural dates.
I've been here something like two weeks? why do you ask?
Behave, Guin. All cold hands are impolite, and your thing about my abs is bordering on invasive, especially if your hands are cold. Wear gloves, you heathen. And socks.
Two weeks and already Tamsin is sick of your hovering? Is this a new record?
Well-behaved women seldom make impressions, least of all history.
I never did say where I was putting my hands. Only that they would go under your shirt. What if I put my hands on your shoulder, or your sides? Or maybe put my cold fingers on your back? You automatically assumed it would be your abs. Not that I'd be unhappy to oblige.
Nope, the record presently sits at eight days. This was a full fourteen.
You're a gremlin. I won't stand for this abuse.
I vote that you don't put your hands under my shirt at all. That sounds like a better plan, in my humble opinion.
My grandparents will be mortified to learn I'm part magical creature. Then sit down so you don't get tired. There are chairs near you, right?
When did this become a democracy? I'll take your vote under heavy consideration.
Tamsin is a little like a cat. She will let you love on her until she's tired of your attention and wants to be left alone. It's what she does.
Not part magical creature. You are one entire gremlin. Small and troublesome, to blame for 98 of my 99 problems.
I won't sit down for this abuse either, Guin.
It's certainly not a Guintatorship. So, coffee tomorrow?
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