[ 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. ]
[ Looking down to her hands, her fingers fiddle around the raised detail at her wand's base. She can sense that William will only get more annoyed with her answer, but it isn't like her to be anything but forthright. ]
I'd thought that you might actually like being close to someone, if you weren't so-- relentlessly reserved. [ A pause, before she looks at him, quite confident! ] That someone being me.
[ And then her lashes flutter, before venturing wayward. ]
It isn't that I don't appreciate your stubbornness, I actually find it quite endearing. Perhaps I even find it cute that you're a bit of a loner, too-- [ Okay, know SHE'S huffing because she's beginning to go in circles! ]
My reasoning was primarily selfish, but I believe I'd also hoped it would help you, too.
So you thought forcing false emotions on me would bring us closer.
[ He shouldn't be surprised, but Grell's logic just does not process for him. He stands, aiming to move away from her and return Gregory to his nesting spot. ]
Honestly, even if you hadn't nearly poisoned me to death, I would be just as furious with you.
[ Done with this argument that seems to be going nowhere, William grabs his school bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and makes for the stairs leading out of the owlery. ]
I take back that maybe from earlier. I will not be seeing that film with you.
[ And he storms off, really only proving Grell's point more. ]
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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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I'd thought that you might actually like being close to someone, if you weren't so-- relentlessly reserved. [ A pause, before she looks at him, quite confident! ] That someone being me.
[ And then her lashes flutter, before venturing wayward. ]
It isn't that I don't appreciate your stubbornness, I actually find it quite endearing. Perhaps I even find it cute that you're a bit of a loner, too-- [ Okay, know SHE'S huffing because she's beginning to go in circles! ]
My reasoning was primarily selfish, but I believe I'd also hoped it would help you, too.
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[ He shouldn't be surprised, but Grell's logic just does not process for him. He stands, aiming to move away from her and return Gregory to his nesting spot. ]
Honestly, even if you hadn't nearly poisoned me to death, I would be just as furious with you.
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Actually, I suspect the such emotions are already there, you're just too stubborn.
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[ He gives Gregory a pat on the head and, sensing his owner's frustration, the bird gives him a comforting hoot. ]
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[ Closing her eyes, she turns her nose up! ]
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I take back that maybe from earlier. I will not be seeing that film with you.
[ And he storms off, really only proving Grell's point more. ]
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