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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 9, 2009 17:34:59 GMT -5
Amy gasped as Austen effortlessly picked her up. She imagined from another person's perspective her face looked almost sunburned, it felt the same anyway, hot. The walk to the castle in his arms was quiet, but pleasant as she tried warming up her toes by moving them in her shoes. Sooner that she, regretfully, wanted him to, he put her down on the ground again and offered her his arm. She smiled politely, taking his arm and avoiding eye contact with a few people who had stopped to stare at her for a moment. Her mind immediately filled with all the different rumors Valorie would hear soon, she expected a confrontation later at dinner. "How are your toes?" The question confused her for a moment as she had forgot all about her toes in her imaginative journey into Valorie's world. She mentally checked her toes and found them to be quite alive and simply chilled now. "I believe they will survive." She smiled at him.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 9, 2009 19:26:50 GMT -5
Austen smiled down at Amy as they walked down the long hallway toward the kitchens. "It's good to know that they will be remaining with us for some time long," Austen said, in reference to Amy's toes. When they finally reached the kitchens, he opened the secret door and helped Amy through the hole. "What can we do for you, master?" one of the house elves asked in a squeaky voice. "Two hot chocolates, and a table for two, if you can," Austen asked the house elf. "Certainly," another elf replied. "Right this way, Sir and Miss." The elf lead them to a table set for two with tall, steaming glasses of hot chocolate topped with mountains of whipped cream. Austen pulled out a chair for Amy to sit in.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 10, 2009 0:06:42 GMT -5
Amy could smell the cocoa as soon as it appeared, and sighed with happiness. She had always loved hot cocoa, mostly because she hated cold and loved chocolate. Together they made pure bliss. Out of habit, Amy stuck her finger into the whipped cream that was almost overflowing from the top of her cup of cocoa. Sticking it in her mouth she blushed, realizing how rude it was to do such. "Sorry," She mumbled, wiping her hand on a conveniently placed napkin. "Childhood habit."
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 10, 2009 0:10:21 GMT -5
Austen chuckled softly at her. "It's quite alright. This is one of the many places where is it quite acceptable to indulge in childhood bliss." To prove his point, Austen repeated her action, sticking his own finger first in his whipped cream, and then in his mouth. Then, he placed his elbow on the table and put his chin in his hand, looking across the table at her. "It is blessedly warm in this kitchen, is it not?" Austen asked Amy, his grin broadening as he met her eye.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 11, 2009 0:40:27 GMT -5
Amy felt ridiculously warm now, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the warmth of the kitchen or the side effects of his charm. Confused, she wondered if he had even used a charm, because he wouldn't still be needing it inside the kitchen. His eyes met hers and he grinned, she blushed. "Yes, dreadfully warm." She muttered, intertwining her ankles in an attempt to make her knees stop shaking.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 11, 2009 0:48:17 GMT -5
"Dreadful, you say?" Austen questioned. "First you can't stand the cold, and now the warmth is dreadful?" Austen was teasing now, and a sly grin crossed his face, and there was a slight twinkle in his eye. "Now, now, Miss Malfoy, do make up your mind. I tend to get confused easily, and you are quite difficult to keep up with." Austen flashed a sweet smile at Amy, then returned to his slight teasing face. He was not typically one to tease, but this seemed like a special enough circumstance that he could acceptably do so without causing a disruption in social courtesy.
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 11, 2009 0:52:28 GMT -5
Amy bit her lip. "I am quite confused myself, don't worry." She mumbled before taking a large gulp of hot cocoa and leaving a white mustache of whipped cream on her upper lip. She avoided his eye contact as she noticed it made her feel slightly tingly, and she worried if it kept up she would have to see the nurse. "So...Austen, do you...participate in any...extracurriculars?" She asked, politely keeping up conversation.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 11, 2009 1:01:55 GMT -5
Austen chuckled lightly at the whipped cream that was left behind by the hot chocolate. "Miss Malfoy, you have a small amount of whipped cream on your upper lip. Allow me to get that for you." With that, he reached across the table and wiped the dairy off of Amy's upper lip. "So...Austen, do you...participate in any...extracurriculars?" Amy asked. "As a matter of fact, I do not," Austen said solemnly. "It turns out that there isn't a large number of extracurricular activities for gentlemen with my particular interests. I much rather prefer to read classic literature. Even some muggle literature, I find, is worth reading. What about you? What are your interests?"
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