Stop calling me that. I am not your darling anything.
[ Of course the ruckus causes Snape to slink over, the most unimpressed look on his face. Well aware that his own house student won't be phased by loss of house points, he decides to give them both detention. As well as minus points from Gryffindor due to Grell being a bad influence over William. ]
[ The following Saturday, when they would normally be enjoying sleeping in, or perhaps heading over to Hogsmeade, William and Grell find themselves in the Owlry, their task being to clean and feed the student's owls. William's bad mood over the situation had lightened slightly when he found out what they were assigned to do, but ultimately he'd been hoping they'd separate them.
Once there, William doesn't hesitate to grab the tools he needs for the job. He finds himself here often enough of his own free will that the keeper for the owls leaves them to it, trusting William's knowledge of the coop. ]
You will want to put on gloves and an apron.
[ William instructs as he dresses himself in them. ]
[ The dread is already evident on Grell's features, shoulders slumped and frown deep set! With a groan, she settles for the gloves first, since even the aprons look dirty! ]
I can't believe they're making me clean, of all things. [ Eyes on the ground as she ties her apron behind her back, she gives a sobbing whine! ] Can one even get this place clean?!
[ Since Grell's being tolerable at the moment, William decides to introduce her to his own owl. It excitedly hops out of its cage onto William's shoulder when he opens the door. ]
[ Even Grell seems surprised that he's opening up, even if in such a small way. Inching closer, she extends a hand - almost timidly - and if Gregory doesn't seem like he'll nip at her, she'll run a knuckle down his chest. ]
Hello, Gregory... I hear you're a very good hunter. I do think that's remarkable.
[ Grell's lucky that she hasn't put William in a bad mood yet, or Gregory would certainly nip at her. But William's calm and willingly introducing them, so the tiny bird gives her a soft hoot instead. ]
[ Okay, so maybe she'll smile a little. It's soft, its hoots are endearing. ]
No... I've a cat, myself. An orange tabby. [ Maybe she'll pet Gregory a bit more. ] He's often too busy exploring, I think, but he'll sleep on my feet, sometimes.
[ While she's a bit taken aback, Grell cheeks warm at the affection from the animal! She's rather shocked that a pet of William's could like her at all. ]
Of course! Tybalt: King Of Cats. [ She giggles. But is quite serious. ]
[ That earns a frown and a shake of his head. Why would he have expected anything less dramatic. ]
I'm not a huge fan of cats, but perhaps I'll meet him one day.
[ A good notion that William's willing to continue their friendship...or whatever you would call their relationship. Setting Gregory down on a nearby perch, he reclaims his broom and begins sweeping under some of the larger cages. ]
[ That seems to lift Grell's mood substantially! Picking herself up with the smallest of smiles, she hums in agreement-- before getting back to sweeping. Ew.
It isn't long until one of the owls becomes flusted by her sweeping too close to its cage. Beating its wings against the cage it squawks in protest - and Grell squeals in surprise, dropping her broom as she spits feathers away from her mouth. (She hasn yet to notice the ones in her hair.) ]
[ Not wanting anymore commotion for either party, William takes up the task of sweeping under the cages, leaving the center of the room for Grell to do.
He completes one side of the room's cages before he finally turns back to Grell. ]
You do realize you have feathers in your hair, as well.
[ Grateful for the swap, she has been on the incline to a slightly better mood-- until now. She gasps, reaching up to touch her hair, but stopping short. As she doesn't want to touch it with filthy gloves.
So, leaning over, she gives her head a good shake, hair going wild and most escaping its ponytail. ]
--Did I get them all?
[ Far from it. And, now, her hair is all over the place- notably, in her face! ]
[ Of course, she could have just taken the gloves off, but it's too late for that now. And if William was one to laugh at all, he'd be doing so at the sight before him. Instead he just turns to her, cocks his head to the side slightly as if contemplating and frowns. ]
[ With an exasperated groan, she sets her broom against one of the cages, much to the chagrin of its occupant, and sets about peeling off her gloves. Discarding them to the floor, she attempts to find them by carefully plucking at her strands. Not finding that very effective, she then starts to rake her fingers through! ]
[ He could help but instead he just continues sweeping under a few more cages, none of the birds seeming to be bothered with how close he gets, at all. ]
[ If they didn't have a whole coop to clean, he would have told her to finish it herself. But they aren't going to get much done if he goes that route. Plus, it's obvious she's pushing her pride away to ask him. So he sets his broom aside and removes his gloves. ]
Honestly, how did you manage to make it worse than when it first happened?
[ Seems her fussing broke some of the delicate feathers into smaller pieces. He plucks at a few of them before forcing her hair back from her face with his fingers. ]
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[ Of course the ruckus causes Snape to slink over, the most unimpressed look on his face. Well aware that his own house student won't be phased by loss of house points, he decides to give them both detention. As well as minus points from Gryffindor due to Grell being a bad influence over William. ]
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Nnnoooo... [ Slumping down to the desk, her small voice is muffled, cheek squished against her book. ] I hate detention.....
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Once there, William doesn't hesitate to grab the tools he needs for the job. He finds himself here often enough of his own free will that the keeper for the owls leaves them to it, trusting William's knowledge of the coop. ]
You will want to put on gloves and an apron.
[ William instructs as he dresses himself in them. ]
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I can't believe they're making me clean, of all things. [ Eyes on the ground as she ties her apron behind her back, she gives a sobbing whine! ] Can one even get this place clean?!
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[ He holds out a broom to her. ]
Tie your hair back. The owls will want to bite at it.
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And you actually like doing this?
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[ Apparently the bird hooing and chirping doesn't bother him. ]
It isn't that bad, so start sweeping.
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I mean. They're a bit cute. I just wish they weren't so messy.
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[ Since Grell's being tolerable at the moment, William decides to introduce her to his own owl. It excitedly hops out of its cage onto William's shoulder when he opens the door. ]
This is mine. His name is Gregory.
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Hello, Gregory... I hear you're a very good hunter. I do think that's remarkable.
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I'm assuming you don't have an owl of your own.
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No... I've a cat, myself. An orange tabby. [ Maybe she'll pet Gregory a bit more. ] He's often too busy exploring, I think, but he'll sleep on my feet, sometimes.
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Does he have a name?
[ He's oddly enjoying Grell's company for once. Why can't more of their interactions be this way?! ]
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Of course! Tybalt: King Of Cats. [ She giggles. But is quite serious. ]
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I'm not a huge fan of cats, but perhaps I'll meet him one day.
[ A good notion that William's willing to continue their friendship...or whatever you would call their relationship. Setting Gregory down on a nearby perch, he reclaims his broom and begins sweeping under some of the larger cages. ]
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It isn't long until one of the owls becomes flusted by her sweeping too close to its cage. Beating its wings against the cage it squawks in protest - and Grell squeals in surprise, dropping her broom as she spits feathers away from her mouth. (She hasn yet to notice the ones in her hair.) ]
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They can be very territorial. Don't make them angry by getting too close.
[ Ah, maybe that's another reason William connects with the owls so well. They understand his desire for personal space! ]
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Fine, I just won't sweep there. [ Lips pursed off to the side, she looks at the owl, brows raised! ] Enjoy your filthy floor.
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He completes one side of the room's cages before he finally turns back to Grell. ]
You do realize you have feathers in your hair, as well.
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So, leaning over, she gives her head a good shake, hair going wild and most escaping its ponytail. ]
--Did I get them all?
[ Far from it. And, now, her hair is all over the place- notably, in her face! ]
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Not nearly.
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Oh, this is impossible--!
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[ He could help but instead he just continues sweeping under a few more cages, none of the birds seeming to be bothered with how close he gets, at all. ]
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[ An angry frown!! ]
I don't want to, besides...
[ Marching up to him, she crosses her arms and looks away, almost bashfully. ]
Could you pick them out for me.....
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Honestly, how did you manage to make it worse than when it first happened?
[ Seems her fussing broke some of the delicate feathers into smaller pieces. He plucks at a few of them before forcing her hair back from her face with his fingers. ]
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