Cupid comes in February, not in mid-April. Please keep public displays of affection to a bare minimum.
Oh, always the ray of sunshine, Marquet. Have you not gotten your share of public affection from your boyfriend? Do I smell a hint of jealousy?
"Sort of- why? Do you not like being compared to a puppy? Because I know I would," Rosie shrugged innocently, still holding onto his shirt in her hands. "And I don’t think I have the energy to debate against you about how handsome you are, so please don’t find it in you to object me," She frowned, knowing that Zane would never admit to how well he looked, or how likable he really was. She would know, as she used and still does feel the same about him. Rosie stared at him pointedly, a smile forming on her lips. "Excuse you, I have never bragged about my cooking. I have to admit- I am probably the only Hufflepuff who is a terrible cook. And I thought you are the better cook than me?" Rosie teased him, jabbing him in the side with a finger. "And are you sure you’d want a cookie, Quidditch player? Wouldn’t that mess with your super strict supermodel diet regime?"
"You’re too nice, do you know that? I’m probably still as cute if I dress up in a potato sack and greasy hair," Rosie rolled her eyes, obligingly accepting the peck. She didn’t care that they might be in the middle of a hallway and that people might be staring- being in a silent disagreement with Zane was terrible for her to go through, and it was almost too relieving that they were now talking again. "It’s difficult… seeing my mother with someone else. I don’t… like it, really. I mean… it’s so hard to accept, and I have to admit- I don’t think I am ready to meet this new guy, let alone accept the fact that he’s seeing my mother," Rosie shrugged, sighing quietly. She raised her eyebrows in amusement after realising that her hands were in his pockets. "So this is what your bun of a butt feels like…" Her cheeks turned from a light shade of red to a deeper, flushed colour when she heard his voice near her ear. It was new, listening to Zane speak so closely to her. "I don’t know… it’s a bit too late to go to the lake at this hour… want to head down to the kitchens? Or we can hang around at my dorm until curfew? I mean, we’ve got comfy pillows and free access to chocolate and cookies… and the girls in my room aren’t around either,"
Zane couldn’t stop himself from laughing, shaking his head slowly. She was being silly, but he liked that about her. There would absolutely never be a part of him that wouldn’t always feel awkward in his own skin, he didn’t have the type of confidence that was to be expected from someone like him. He just didn’t have that kind of self esteem, and no amount of compliments would be able to change that. “You don’t want to discuss or argue about that, huh? You run a hard bargain, Rosie.” He grinned at her, and gently brushed her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks lovingly. “I still want to taste those cookies, no matter how bad you claim to be. I do cook though, I should prepare a meal for you one day.” Maybe that was what he should do the next time he took her out on a date. Cook them something to eat. If that was considered to be romantic, at least, though he wasn’t sure he was all that skilled when it came to romance. “Strict supermodel diet? I’m not on a diet… I eat whatever I want.” Dieting had absolutely never been something he was occupied with, he wanted to enjoy the good things in life, good food included.
“There’s absolutely nothing you could do to not look absolutely adorable,” Zane muttered, giving her a grin. It was so very early in their relationship, it was foolish of them to be fighting about something that really didn’t concern either of them, though it concerned Rosie, of course. It wasn’t a good idea for them to be talking about it either, because it was really just something that would put a wedge between them, and he didn’t want that. “Give it time, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Let’s not… Talk about it though, it doesn’t seem like we’ll reach an agreement anyway.” He smiled, and ended up laughing out loud at her comment about his ass, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to press a kiss to her bright red cheeks. “Your obsesses with that particular part of my body is showing, Rosie,” he teased her, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at her. “I don’t know where we could go, I don’t mind either, really. So you should make that decision. Of course, we could always just stand right here until the curfew starts. Not as comfortable, obviously, but it is an option.”
OUR LEGACY | Shelter [4/5]
And I’ll cross oceans like never before
So you can feel the way I feel it too
And I’ll send images back at you
So you can see the way I feel it too
Come on then, Blyth. Impress me. Show me how well you can magically retrieve me a coffee with a bit of cream and one spoonful of sugar. Are you saying that you were sorted into Ravenclaw and you’re not a genius? Blasphemy. How are we supposed to keep our reputation up if you talk like that?
It’s easy. Just wave your wand a little, mutter a few spells, and there you have it. -Zane waves his wand, producing a cup filled with dark liquid and cream- Here you go, m’lady. I… I am not a genius though. I’m clever, yeah, but I’m no genius, not even close. Mm, difference is that Ravenclaws aren’t actually supposed to be all geniuses, just… Really smart people. We can’t all be brilliant, after all.
OUR LEGACY | Shelter [3/5]
Can I be, who was I there
It felt so crystal in the air
I still want to drown whenever you leave
Please teach me gently how to breathe
Rosie darted her eyes from his just-been-kissed lips to his own pair of eyes, a shy smile making an appearance. “It depends… from how you see it, I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing,” Rosie lightly held onto his shirt with her two hands, pulling him closer to her. “Well, you look like a sorry puppy asking for forgiveness and at the same time, you’ve always been rather handsome yourself, so I guess that works,” Rosie tried stifling a gasp when she felt his large hands on her hips but failed as her breath did hitch for a while before she recovered and cocked her head to the side. “I’ve got you covered. I always give the younger students cookies- it makes them happy,” She shrugged her shoulders squarely.
Rosie raised her eyebrows in amusement, nodding as she observed the bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Wildflowers by the lake? Well… no boy has ever thought of giving me wildflowers before. It’s beautiful… like you- I mean, well… you know-” Rosie stopped herself before she could embarrass herself more, babbling nonsensical words in front of Zane. “No one has any right to be rude at anyone at all,” Rosie pointed out, plainly smiling at him. She rested her cheek against the top of his chest, breathing out slowly. “Like for me… I don’t have the right to be rude at my mother, or Christopher the baker, no matter how much I disapprove their relationship. Though I bet he’s not as handsome as my father… or as fatherly… or as loving…” Rosie muttered, hands travelling to his back before one of them absentmindedly slipped into his back pocket. She lifted her head to look at him with a rather cheeky smile on her face. “Well, I was indeed busy… thinking about you, so I think I can be spared for that and spend actual quality time with you instead,” Rosie squirmed, mouth twisted comically. “That came out cheesier than I expected, Zane,”
Rosie was unexpectedly touchy with him today, the way that she was pulling on his shirt to bring him even closer, but it was definitely a welcomed surprise. It hadn’t exactly been his intention to be acting cute or anything, but once again she called him a puppy. It seemed to be her favourite word to use for him. “Mm, so I’m forgiven because of my… Similarity to a puppy and the fact that I’m handsome?” Zane asked, and quirked his eyebrows at her, grinning as he heard the hitching of her breath, all because he put his hands to her hips. An even more welcome surprise, hearing how much she enjoyed it. “Do you have any of those cookies for me, maybe? You have bragged about your cooking before, I’d like a taste.”
Zane chuckled under his breath, hearing how she was stuttering over her words, handing him one compliment after the other, and it was just so incredibly adorable that he could’t stop himself when he dipped down to her once more, pressing his lips to both of her cheeks, and finally ended up on her lips, kissing her so very softly. “You’re adorable when you’re shy, did you know that?” he asked her, grinning against her lips. It was just too much for him to deal with, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, and holding her, though it was a little bit awkward when they were standing right in the opening to the common room. “That’s the thing though, this… Man that your mother is with. Of course he could never replace your father. You hold those memories of him dearly, in your heart, and those will never go away. So don’t worry about it, okay? You still have the memories.” He smiled, hoping that he was sounding somewhat reassuring, but the small smile changed into a smirk the very second she slid her hands down the back pockets of his jeans, and he leaned down to rest his lips to her ear. “I’d love spending some actual time together. So… Are we going to stay out here, or could we go some place else?”
22. My muse does everything they can to turn your muse on at an inappropriate time.
Another school function. Another ball, to be more specific, and absolutely everyone was dressed up all fancy. Beautiful dresses for the ladies, nice suits for the gentlemen. It was a nice night, and Zane was enjoying his time with Rosie. She was looking absolutely stunning, like she always did, but tonight she was looking ravishing. A coral red dress, form fitting, hugging her curves perfectly. Her hair was left down in lavish curls, and now wasn’t the first time that night that he found himself gently pulling his fingers through her hair. Rosie, of course, was preoccupied with talking to her friends, but he was completely taken with her. She always looked beautiful, but tonight she looked absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous.
You stole coffee from the Great Hall? And here I thought the secret might be something exciting like you had a secret stash in your dorm room and we were about to enter into a conspiracy together. Lost opportunities, Zane. I feel slightly bad taking advantage of the house elves’ hospitality, don’t you? They seem to like it, but do they know any different? Could they know any different?
Not so much stealing as I walked it and got myself a mug. You’re making me out to be a criminal, Gracie, and I’m not. Though I’m sure we could make a pretend conspiracy or something, just so you’d have something to look forward too. It’s only coffee though, it’s not like it’s… illegal or anything. That’s the thing… I grew up, being taken care of by a house elf. They get offended if you deny their help. Really offended. Besides, the elves that work here are being treated well.
"Either way I’m going to agree, it’s the best excuse for my excessive eating I’ve ever heard. Maybe… But I’m not sure I will do all of them, not professionally at least, unfortunately those careers take years of professional training and instead I’ve been… Here. True, it would take an awful lot of time and I suppose overall equality is more important than Quidditch but you should consider it. It may be hard work but you’d be doing something you love alongside something so important, it’d be worth all the work."
Well, you can’t really do anything for a future career unless you finish school first. You could always ask for a training position at St. Mungos or something? I think I just have to… Figure out what I think is more important. I love Quidditch, I really do. But- I feel like I could do so much more. Like I could help make changes that are much needed. But you do have a point, if I did become a known Quidditch player, people would be more willing to listen.
-laughs out loud- You made my day, mate! It’s so refreshing that someone doesn’t know I’m blind. And there is no etiquette, just treat me like everyone else.
Yeah, it is. Thank you! I do love it in Ravenclaw, it’s perfect for me actually.
It’s not… It’s really not all that obvious, but now that I know, I guess I can sort of notice. Oh, I wasn’t intending on treating you any differently, I just- I didn’t know what to say. But I guess creds to you, buddy. It must be hard work getting spells right when you can’t… Really see what you’re doing.
Mm, I bet you’re just like the rest of us. Fond of books, loves studying. And Ravenclaw is the best place for it.