[ Quite used to those sort of looks, Grell doesn't even notice them. In fact, now that the movie no longer has her attention, she realizes how long she's been holding onto William, instead-- there's positively no attention left to spare for some unimportant bystanders!
Cheeks rosy, she swings out her feet, and is up into them with a bounce! ]
Oh, wasn't that marvelous, Will♥? You liked it, right?! [ She spins on her heel to face him, hands on her thighs as she leans in closer. ]
[ William putting his hands on her only makes the redhead smile all the more, batting her painted lashes at him flirtatiously. Of course, she'll follow from there, catching up to grasp the bottom hem of his sleeve to keep the other from dropping the door on her. ]
Well, of course it wasn't intended to. They're pushing for the audience to feel something, though, and I just adore the drama behind it all!
[ She has no issue waiting for him, simply swinging her arms behind her to lace her fingers, eyes closed as she contently takes in the fragrance carried on the brisk air. ]
You really think so? [ She looks incredibly flattered! ] I've been told that I'm far too reckless and not nearly calculating enough... [ She trails off into a mutter with a pout. ]
[ Shoulders slumping with a quiet sigh, Grell steps forward to take hold of the other's upper arms with a smile. ]
You shouldn't be surprised at all. You're handsome, sharp-- but that isn't even what makes you so special. [ Lips parting, she places one of those hands over his heart. ] I see a darkness in you-- but with the slightest spark, becomes consumed by this-- beautiful fire. [ She nods confidently. ] And I love all of it.
[ With a nod he sets off that way. The two of them are given a seat by the main window of the cafe after William turns down the waiter's offer of an outside table. It's far to chilly for his tastes, despite being mid-day. ]
[ Grell quirks a brow, mainly sceptical about whether that is truly what he meant - but, really, she just finds it adorable that he would feel the need to cover for himself around her at all. ]
You and your sweeties! [ There's an amused hitch to her breath, as she rests a cheek into her open palm. ] Though I'm rather weak when it comes to a rich chocolate cake, myself.
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Cheeks rosy, she swings out her feet, and is up into them with a bounce! ]
Oh, wasn't that marvelous, Will♥? You liked it, right?! [ She spins on her heel to face him, hands on her thighs as she leans in closer. ]
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[ He forces her to move back a bit so he can stand and immediately begins to exit the theater, expecting she'll follow right behind. ]
I don't believe any of those scenes were intended to make you laugh.
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Well, of course it wasn't intended to. They're pushing for the audience to feel something, though, and I just adore the drama behind it all!
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It's a wonder you weren't placed in my house. You seem to fit it far more than your own.
[ Though he hates to think what his life would be like if they were bunk mates! ]
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You really think so? [ She looks incredibly flattered! ] I've been told that I'm far too reckless and not nearly calculating enough... [ She trails off into a mutter with a pout. ]
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You sound disappointed that you aren't in Slytherin.
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Yes-- and no. I mean, I find most thing about my house suiting, but I just find some of my housemates so--.... dull, really.
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[ Apparently he doesn't feel the same. ]
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Is that a hint of self deprecation I hear?
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You shouldn't be surprised at all. You're handsome, sharp-- but that isn't even what makes you so special. [ Lips parting, she places one of those hands over his heart. ] I see a darkness in you-- but with the slightest spark, becomes consumed by this-- beautiful fire. [ She nods confidently. ] And I love all of it.
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Perhaps I'm just not used to someone wanting me around.
[ He takes her by the wrists, moving her hands off his chest and arm. Gently, for once. ]
Is there something else you wanted to do together?
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[ Fine, if he doesn't want to be touched, she'll just skip a pace ahead of him! ]
Why don't we get some real food?
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Choose something, then. I'm quite hungry, myself.
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Mn~, I think I'd like a sandwich with a side salad~ [ Her eyes venture wayward. ] Why not that cute little cafe around the corner?
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What are you planning on getting?
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[ Though when the waiter comes by he orders his usual tea without hesitation. ]
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So, what is your favorite food? Aside from chocolates.
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[ Important questions! ]
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[ He has to pause and think of what his second choice would be. ]
Fine. Cinnamon sugar palmiers.
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You and your sweeties! [ There's an amused hitch to her breath, as she rests a cheek into her open palm. ] Though I'm rather weak when it comes to a rich chocolate cake, myself.
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[ After they order, William sets about adding cream to his tea and sweetening it just right. ]
I spoke with the Quiditch captain yesterday.
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Oh? And what was said?
[ She's much too intrigued to worry over her cup of tea at the moment! ]
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