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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 1, 2009 2:18:14 GMT
*As he moves to the bed he slowly pulls off his clothing, adjusting his boxers more comfortably around his hips. He can only offer her a lightly chuckle at her cheeky comment as the lowers himself to lay snuggled under the warm comforter.*
Mmhmmm...
*Listens to her, smiling, barely holding his eyes open.*
*Mumbles*
We should all play sometime.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 1, 2009 2:40:03 GMT
*Shuffles over to the bed and Accio's one of her shirts from her trunk*
Thought I left it closed...whatever.
*Falls onto the bed after changing and burrows herself under the comforter. Before she falls asleep, she whispers*
Merlin, I love you; but I need more practice before playing them again...and make sure you don't get knocked off your broom.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 2, 2009 23:09:07 GMT
*Reaches out for her, pulling himself to her, his chest pressing against her back.*
*Whispers.*
Love yous.
*The second his head hits the pillow he is out, and having dreams of the witch sleeping in his arms.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 3, 2009 22:27:32 GMT
Mhmm...
*Yawns*
Love you too.
*Nestles in closer to him as her eyes slowly shut. She falls asleep less than a minute later with a smile on her face- dream Katie holding a Quaffle in one hand and a broom in her other.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 4, 2009 22:38:36 GMT
************
*Rolls out of bed the next morning, his body aching a bit from the Quidditch match he played with Katie, and his family the night before.*
*Yawns, stretching out. Softly he moans as his joints pop and crack.*
*With a glance back to Katie he pads out of the bedroom to head for the bath. Nothing like waking up with a nice hot shower.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 4, 2009 23:56:05 GMT
*Groans as she feels the bed shift, groggily not connecting it to Greyson's exit. She rolls over onto her other side, curls under the comforter and pulls a pillow over her head.*
I don't want-
*Yawns*
-to go to the-
*Yawns again, stretching*
-bloody Quidditch practice!
*After a moment's silence, Katie- still thinking she's back at Hogwarts- uncovers her head from under the pillow and glances around the room, waiting for Alicia's rant about morning practices. She blinks as she sees a completely different room besides the girls' dormitory, and absolutely refuses to believe she just confused Greyson's flat with Hogwarts.*
*Sits up, blushing as she hears the distant sound of the shower starting. She sildes off the bed, grinning at the soreness in her muscles from yesterday's game. Running one hand through her hair, she walks out into the hallway.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 5, 2009 0:12:56 GMT
*Scrubs his hair violently with a lavender and vanilla scented shampoo while singing a Weird Sisters hit loudly, and more than likely off key. The steamy air fills his lungs, while the hot water splashes off his skin filling his body with energy.*
*A few moments later he turns the water off, still whistling his happy tune, and dries off quickly before wrapping the towel around his waist.*
*Looks into the mirror, wiping off the fog with the palm of his hand. He needs to shave. Sighing heavily he sets about and begins the shaving process.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 5, 2009 0:29:34 GMT
*Stands in the hallway, one part shocked and the other entertained as she listens to him sing. She shakes her head and laughs, only to close her mouth with a snap when the water shuts off. He'd probably want to know what was so funny if he saw her, but she wouldn't be able to tell him with a straight face.*
*Calls out playfully*
Oi, hurry up in there love! I need to wash up before I go to the shop.
*Cheekily adds, not positive if it's loud enough for him to hear through the door or not*
Which means no interruptions.
No matter what you might hear...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 5, 2009 0:42:07 GMT
*Stares into the mirror with wide eyes, chin all lathered up. He didn't expect Katie to be up yet.*
M'comin', I'm comin'.
*Yanks open the door, beaming down at her.*
Interruptions!? You mean like this?
*Grins childishly, and hops next to her, moving to wrap her up in his arms.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 6, 2009 0:06:36 GMT
* when the door is yanked open and Greyson appears in the doorway.* No, not like this! You came out here, not the other way around. You weren't in the shower either. *Pokes her tongue out. She throws her hands up and pushes against his chest. She ducks away from him playfully as he reaches for her* Not with that on your face you won't!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 6, 2009 0:17:14 GMT
*Backs away, smirking.*
Go ahead, I'll finish up in the - the kitchen, yeah, I'm sure the razor will do fine without a mirror.
*Reaches in the bathroom, snatching up his wand, giving it a little wave to the enchanted razor, and turns back to free up the shower for her.*
*Flashes her a toothy grin, steps around her, and strolls down the hall, razor floating behind him.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 6, 2009 0:31:25 GMT
Are you wanting to slice yourself to pieces, love? If so, I'll-
*Blinks, snapping her mouth shut for a second time this morning. She laughs, silently fighting back the thoughts her finished comment would've started.*
-nevermind. I'd watch that towel of yours as well. Wouldn't want it to fall or anything, with you strutting around like that!
*Smiles and steps into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 6, 2009 23:15:42 GMT
*Enters the kitchen counter, chuckling loudly as her words follow him. A hand grasps tightly to the edge of the towel just in case. Dips his head around the entryway, calling toward the bathroom.*
If it falls off I'll know who did it!
*Ducks back into the kitchen, leaning against the pantry door, allowing the razor to do it's job.*
*The enchanted razor finishes quickly, and he's now stuck in the kitchen, wearing only a towel.*
Might as well eat something.
*Meanders about the kitchen, snacking to his heart's delight.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 7, 2009 2:28:37 GMT
*As she strips off the clothes from last night, she can't help but laugh at his reply. Without saying anything in response, she steps into the shower and turns the water on.*
*Quickly and silently- so she hopes- Katie finishes her shower and steps out into the steam-filled room. Taking one look in the mirror, she decides to leave her hair to dry on its own as she wraps a towel around her body. She's thankful her muscles aren't as sore as they were before, when she first woke up.*
*Turning the doorknob slowly, she quietly opens the door and peeks out into the hallway. When she doesn't see a certain wizard waiting to jump out at her, she lazily exits the room and makes her way into the kitchen with a smile.*
No interruptions.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 7, 2009 2:38:51 GMT
*Sits at the table, balancing his chair on the back legs, popping bite sized pieced of marmalade covered toast into his mouth.*
*Lightly tosses a bit in the air, and a towel clad Katie catches his eye. He drops the chair on a four legs with a loud clunk, mouth still agape, and the toast falls from the air landing on his cheek to slowly slide down, leaving a trail of marmalade behind.*
Oh! Hey!
*Swats the toast of his face, wiping off the sticky marmalade with the palm of his other hand.*
*Blushes, eyes transfixed on her damp hair, and toweled figure.*
Tha' was quick, ya caught me getting a bit to eat.
*Hastily clambers out of his chair.*
Hungry? Can I fix ya up something? Toast?
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