[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
[ William's just starting to drink the potion when Grell makes that last comment. Thus, he nearly chokes on it. Despite the softened feelings he's had towards her this last hour, the new nickname earns her a glare. ]
Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
[ Despite the disappointed, vaguely whiny hum that elicits, she's still grinning with amusement! Though that does give way to some pity, with how difficult a time he has taking that potion. ]
[ With a cheer, she her hands join with a clap-- until he shoves that bottle into her hand, that is! ]
Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
[ With a yelp, she reels under the affliction of his fist, hands cupping over her newly sore spot. ]
I was horrified that I very well may have! I-- I feel... dreadful about it.... [ Eyesight affixed to her knees, it's apparent that she's actually genuine in saying so, too! ]
[ Ouch-- so icy, she can nearly feel a shiver spark down her spine! She softly gasps, as though it had.
After all, she doesn't wish to actually abide by that! ]
Will, please don't-- I'm sorry!
[ She's frozen in place until she sees him disappear beyond the door - but then, she's up to dart after him, chair skidding behind her. Perhaps she's already missed him, though. ]
[ And she has missed him! Though, if she's paid enough attention to his interests and what he likes to do in his free time, she may be able to figure out just where he ran off to! ]
[ Grell HUFFS mightily, but her determination only grows stronger! Wherever he's gone off to, she'll just have to find him.
First, she'll investigate the library, but has no luck in finding him there. Of course he isn't though; if he's angry, how will he concentrate on a book? She has to be more clever! Where would he go to soothe his nerves?
--Of course! The owlery!
She lets herself in quietly as she may, knowing very well that working them up would only have the owls alerting William to her presence before she has the chance. ]
[ William's sat in the highest part of the owlery, his own owl perched on the windowsill next to him. He's patting the owl's head while it munches on some food he gave her. ]
[ Grell creeps up to sit beside him, though keeping what one might even consider a 'respectable' distance between them. Reaching into her robe, she pulls out her robe - and quietly mutters a spell under her breath. ]
[ He should have known. At least he got a slight warning when Gregory's head perked up and swiveled to look at the person coming into the small room. William heaves a sigh as the red, sparkly words form in front of him. He swishes his hands through the whisps of red and it dissipates into nothing. ]
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[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
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[ Not a lie, really. Grell doesn't exactly know where she went wrong with her potion, so... ]
You can do it, big boy~
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Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
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Even when it's just the two of us~?
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
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[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
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Just knock it back, dear!
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I think I'll be quitting tea. At least for a good while.
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Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
For you, my sweet.
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[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
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I never said that. Though, if you'd care to make it official, I certainly wouldn't mind.
[ Leaning forward, she rests her elbows onto the bed, fingers laced together. ]
So, how do you feel?
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[ His answer is immediate. ]
Honestly, this past hour has left me a bit confused.
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... I have a confession, Will.
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Well?
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I may have-- spiked your tea. With a love potion.
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Are you entirely dense? Do you have any inclination, at all, of how horrid you are at potion brewing? You could have killed me off.
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I was horrified that I very well may have! I-- I feel... dreadful about it.... [ Eyesight affixed to her knees, it's apparent that she's actually genuine in saying so, too! ]
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[ Genuine as it may be, William's not satisfied with the somewhat apology. He gets up from the bed, turning to look down at her. ]
Sit at your own table for the remainder of the year.
[ And with that he bids Madam Pomfrey a thank you and sees himself off. ]
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After all, she doesn't wish to actually abide by that! ]
Will, please don't-- I'm sorry!
[ She's frozen in place until she sees him disappear beyond the door - but then, she's up to dart after him, chair skidding behind her. Perhaps she's already missed him, though. ]
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First, she'll investigate the library, but has no luck in finding him there. Of course he isn't though; if he's angry, how will he concentrate on a book? She has to be more clever! Where would he go to soothe his nerves?
--Of course! The owlery!
She lets herself in quietly as she may, knowing very well that working them up would only have the owls alerting William to her presence before she has the chance. ]
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[ The text swirls in the air between them! ]
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Can I not get a moment's peace from you?
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I didn't want to just leave you upset. Bottled up all day, kept to yourself. You know you would.
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What about any of this made you think giving me a love potion would be a good idea?
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