[ 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.
[ Curious to know what he has in mind, she follows behind with an inquisitive hum. Tilting her head at him when they arrive at the lockers, she breathes an exclamation of understanding, once he mentions the showers. ]
I suppose this will do! Did you not wish to wash up, as well?
Heading for her locker, she'll open it up-- she always keeps extra soaps on hand here, as Quidditch matches can get quite messy sometimes! For her, anyway. ]
[ His brow furrows and he's about to say no when he looks at his hands. There are tiny feather bits he didn't notice until now, most likely getting there from picking them out of Grell's hair. It makes him think of something else he may not have noticed, being around the owls so often. ]
[ Grell begins moving some of her layers to give a good shake, first! Draping them over the door of her locker, she at least makes an effort to grab for a towel before removing her slacks! ]
[ This would be a lot more awkward if their teams hadn't shared a locker room countless times before. Even so, he takes one of Grell's soap bottles and makes his way towards one of the shower stalls before removing his own clothes. ]
[ With a gentle tick of the tongue, she'll just have to follow after him. She might have used the shower at the opposite end to avoid temptation, but so much for that! Realistically, she would've ended up sneaking a peek, either way, but the thought counts. ]
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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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I suppose this will do! Did you not wish to wash up, as well?
Heading for her locker, she'll open it up-- she always keeps extra soaps on hand here, as Quidditch matches can get quite messy sometimes! For her, anyway. ]
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I don't smell, do I?
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Well, you do smell a bit like bird, if I'm to be honest.
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Fine. Lend me some of your soap. All I have is unscented.
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[ Grell begins moving some of her layers to give a good shake, first! Draping them over the door of her locker, she at least makes an effort to grab for a towel before removing her slacks! ]
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[ With a gentle tick of the tongue, she'll just have to follow after him. She might have used the shower at the opposite end to avoid temptation, but so much for that! Realistically, she would've ended up sneaking a peek, either way, but the thought counts. ]
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[ He pauses in undoing his pants when she's suddenly right next to him again. ]
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