[ 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. ]
[ Shoulders relaxing a bit when he agrees, she still finds her cheeks warming as he sets about the task. ]
Did I...? I-- haven't the slightest...
[ And with him revealing her face in such a way, she can feel the sting of a full-fledged flush! She just won't look at him, is all. Maybe consider what Ann's doing right now - or think of her breasts??? Maybe that will work. ]
[ It's impossible to miss the blush that's tinted her cheeks. And the fact that it isn't paired with some rudely flirtatious comments shows how honest it is. Something about it is calming to William. Perhaps knowing that she's still attracted to him is comforting.
He won't say that aloud, though. ]
You may need to wash it to get them all out.
[ A decent batch flutter to the ground as William shakes them from his hand. ]
Glancing up at him, she still can't help but break into a little lopsided smile. He's actually been quite kind today, and she can't quite piece together why! ]
I'm certain that's what Professor Snape intended, but Hagrid won't make us stay. We probably shouldn't return to the castle for awhile yet, though.
[ It doesn't take him long to refill each of the main feeders for the owls. Then he tucks Gregory back into his own cage. Discarding his gloves and apron next to the door, he makes to leave, assuming Grell will follow. ]
[ Although she huffs, it's difficult to be too angry, at this rate! She scurries over to grab another set of gloves and haphazardly gathers the remainder of the feathers left on the floor, dumping them into the bun with a triumphant croon!
--And then catches sight of Will on his way out! ]
Will, wait!
[ Tossing the tools into their rightfull place (somewhat), she hurries to follow, indeed! ]
[ He slows down only slightly as he descends the high hill that the owlry is perched on, instead, looking out over the castle grounds wondering what they can spend their time doing before dinner is served in the great hall. ]
Now what?
[ He would have just stayed up in the owlry, but the day has been pleasent between them. Hopefully he isn't pushing his luck with allowing his time with her to continue. ]
[ Stretching out her arms to fold behind her head, Grell perches herself up on her tiptoes to look over the expanse of the grounds before them. She hums at the sight of the sunset. ]
I suppose we could sneak over to Hogsmeade, though... This isn't the ideal attire to be going out, honestly. I look horrid.
[ He thinks for a moment, then starts to head across the castle lawn towards the Quidditch pitch. Though there may have been practice here earlier, it's certain to be deserted this late in the evening.
He pauses, right where the corridor to the locker rooms is. ]
You can wash out your here if you want. Otherwise I am just going to sit up in the bleachers for awhile.
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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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Did I...? I-- haven't the slightest...
[ And with him revealing her face in such a way, she can feel the sting of a full-fledged flush! She just won't look at him, is all. Maybe consider what Ann's doing right now - or think of her breasts??? Maybe that will work. ]
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He won't say that aloud, though. ]
You may need to wash it to get them all out.
[ A decent batch flutter to the ground as William shakes them from his hand. ]
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Well, thank you for trying, in any case.
Glancing up at him, she still can't help but break into a little lopsided smile. He's actually been quite kind today, and she can't quite piece together why! ]
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Sweep up this new mess you've made and I will refill the bird feeders. After that I think they will let us go.
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Really? Oh, thank goodness.
[ She clasps her hands together! ]
I thought we'd be here all day.
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[ It doesn't take him long to refill each of the main feeders for the owls. Then he tucks Gregory back into his own cage. Discarding his gloves and apron next to the door, he makes to leave, assuming Grell will follow. ]
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[ Although she huffs, it's difficult to be too angry, at this rate! She scurries over to grab another set of gloves and haphazardly gathers the remainder of the feathers left on the floor, dumping them into the bun with a triumphant croon!
--And then catches sight of Will on his way out! ]
Will, wait!
[ Tossing the tools into their rightfull place (somewhat), she hurries to follow, indeed! ]
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Now what?
[ He would have just stayed up in the owlry, but the day has been pleasent between them. Hopefully he isn't pushing his luck with allowing his time with her to continue. ]
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I suppose we could sneak over to Hogsmeade, though... This isn't the ideal attire to be going out, honestly. I look horrid.
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[ Good job making a lady feel beautiful, William. ]
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Well, you think of something, then!!
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He pauses, right where the corridor to the locker rooms is. ]
You can wash out your here if you want. Otherwise I am just going to sit up in the bleachers for awhile.
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