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Hazel Constance Ridgebit ([info]wichehazel) wrote in [info]attheclose,
@ 2011-04-12 14:27:00

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Entry tags:character: ernie macmillan

Who: Ernie Macmillan & Hazel Ridgebit
What: Hazel hasn't spent the whole of her holiday waiting to see Ernie again. Honest.
When: Wednesday, 12 April, evening
Where: Hufflepuff common room
Rating: Lowish.



It wasn't that Hazel hadn't enjoyed being home: hers and David's and Cadwy's favorite dishes cooked for breakfast and supper; afternoons with embroidery hoop in hand with her mother in the sun room or the garden, when the weather allowed for it; donning her slicker - too small for a full season now, but Hazel's mum insisted she might grow a bit yet, and Hazel held out hope for an ample bosom - and sailing out with her da on the Hagtooth Helga. There was so much for her to do, to keep her busy and her brothers, too, to keep them from thinking about what waited for them back at school, Hazel knew.

But she had something else to look forward to, and though Hazel knew it was selfish and stupid, stupid, stupid, by the end of her holiday she was eager to return to school if it meant getting to see Ernie again. Sure, she'd made a bit of a fool of herself the last time she had seen him, and he probably didn't like her that way, anyway, but Hazel found she didn't mind so much. If it made her a bad person to have something good to look forward to, to not worry for a moment about her best friend, her housemates, her mum and dad, her favorite teachers... then Hazel supposed she was a bad person.

At least she wasn't as bad as some others.

Of course she'd been too nervous about saying something really dumb the first few evenings back from home, but now she descended the stairs from the girl's dormitory, knitting in hand, prepared to say hello or at the very least sit and stare.

Hazel spotted Ernie, likely working on homework or whatever it was the Head Boy had to keep him busy in addition to everything else, and crossed the common room to where he was seated, smiling shyly.

"Hi, Ernie. How was your holiday?"

Good start.



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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-12 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Ernie had not spent his holidays doing revision. Instead he had locked himself in his room where he managed to sleep away nearly the whole of the holidays, much to his mother’s concern. He'd come out for the necessities, of course, for meals and what not, and both his mother and father had asked what was going on at Hogwarts. What were they doing to him at school that was causing him to act so unlike himself.

And the answer was always the same. That they were doing nothing.

To him.

Ernie had managed to stay completely out of the way of the Carrows, really. No detentions, no real consequences. But he had witnessed too many horrors for that to be any comfort. In fact, it was the opposite. And his time at home had been incredibly valuable in terms of gaining his resolve back. It was time for him to do something. Rather than sit back and try to pick up the pieces before they shattered beyond recognition.

None of this, however, was the sort of thing he'd dare tell Hazel, so instead, when she asked about his holiday, he smiled widely at her, gesturing for her to sit down. He was actually really quite happy to see her. Things always seemed so much better when she was around.

"Hullo, Hazel. My holiday was nice enough. It was just nice to get away for a bit. Spend some time with my family. What about you?"

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 12:29 am UTC (link)
"About the same," Hazel replied, happily taking the chair beside him but trying not to look too pleased about it. She settled her knitting in her lap - a hat for one of Brenna's friends, who was having a baby in July - and smiled. "I was actually surprised by how much more I saw of my brothers when I was home, and they're here at the castle, too."

Even Cadwy, who'd been sorted in to Hufflepuff, didn't want much to do with his older sister unless he was frightened, or sick. She supposed it wasn't very flattering to seem like you needed somebody, when you were a boy, and twelve.

"David actually asked me for help with his Potions homework, though swore me to secrecy. He's in Ravenclaw," she added, just in case Ernie didn't know.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-13 12:47 am UTC (link)
"Well, when you're not surrounded by all your friends, I guess it makes sense? And I think everyone's a little more conscious of family these days..." Ernie shrugged, before smiling, every intention of not letting the conversation get too serious. "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I promise I won't tell anyone about David."

Ernie set down the quill that was still in his hand, pushing his books away from him just slightly. His lack of productivity over the hols hadn't exactly been the best for his studies, but he supposed he'd manage.

"What was it like, growing up with siblings? The closest thing I have to a sister is Hannah, which isn't to discount her, but I suspect it's different."

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 01:22 am UTC (link)
Hazel blanched. She hadn't even realized she'd already broken her promise to David by mentioning it to Ernie... usually she never did anything like that, unless she was talking to Michelle.

But she couldn't talk to Michelle, not right now.

"It's probably different for everyone," Hazel replied at last, recovering her composure but slightly. She hadn't realized Ernie was an only child, and felt a little sorry for him, for how lonely it must have been. "I liked having brothers, but I get along better with Hannah than I do my own sister."

Hazel was smiling, though, when she spoke. Brenna wasn't as bad now as she had been, and Hazel hoped that when she graduated from Hogwarts, they could be friends again.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-13 01:36 am UTC (link)
Ernie smiled reassuringly. "I always wanted a brother. I spent a lot of my time being outnumbered by Hannah and Susan, so I desperately wanted a younger brother who I could train to back me up." He laughed. "But it didn't matter so much once I got here. Justin's as much of a brother as I'm ever going to have, at any rate."

Not that Justin was here.

Shaking his head as if dismissing the thought, Ernie, whose smile had faltered a bit, managed to pull it back up. "Hannah's pretty easy to get along with, but I can't imagine you're sister's that bad. How old is she? What is she doing?"

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 02:05 am UTC (link)
There were things Ernie wasn't saying, too, Hazel realized, when he mentioned Justin.

"Brenna..." Hazel began, wondering just what she could say about her sister that wouldn't cast her in an unforgiving light. It wasn't that Hazel didn't love and admire her older sister, or even that she didn't suspect that somewhere deep down Brenna was as sweet and generous as Hazel expected everyone graduating from Hufflepuff house had to be... it was just that she didn't, on a regular basis, give Hazel much reason to celebrate her. "Well, Brenna helps my da with his fishing business, and she also takes photographs for The Daily Prophet, sometimes. I think she wants to work there full time, but mum and da don't want her to."

And it wasn't because they needed her help with the business.

"She's 23. She was a Hufflepuff, too."

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-13 02:21 am UTC (link)
"Brenna doesn't seem so bad, but I'm guessing there's more to it then you're saying. But they might very well be things that you can't really articulate. Family dynamics are complicated, I'm sure." His tended to be rather simple, but Ernie really was genuinely interested in hearing more about Hazel's. It was different and interesting.

But he didn't want to pry.

"So is David the only one of you all that wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff then?" he asked. "I find the sorting among families to be really curious. But fascinating. It seems like they mostly follow similar house lines, but there do tend to be deviations. It'd be an interesting thing to study, I think."

Though he wondered if he was the only one who thought so.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 02:34 am UTC (link)
Hazel began mindlessly garter stitching the crown of the hat, thankful it wasn't time yet to decrease and demand more of her attention than she wanted to divert from Ernie. She liked having something to do with her hands, though. It was a comfort, and she felt less like she had to impress Ernie with all of the clever things she was sure she couldn't find the words to say.

"David is, and he's very proud of his house. The rest of us are, too," Hazel continued. Her mum and da had been Hufflepuff, too. "It is interesting. Like Padma and Parvati, you know? I mean, siblings in separate houses makes sense, sometimes. But twins?"

Even thinking of the Patil girls, however, and Ernie's by necessity close relationship with Padma, caused a little frown to wrinkle Hazel's brow. This was the only year she hadn't romanticized Head Boy and Head Girl because, really, what wasn't romantic about that?

At least, when it was somebody other than Ernie.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-13 02:50 am UTC (link)
"I know! But Padma and Parvati are pretty different from each other, and I really think they're both well placed in the houses that they're in. It's just interesting how often families end up in the same houses. Because I'm sure you and Brenna, for example, have some pretty different personalities..."

That was a bit of an assumption, but he was guessing, from the way she talked, that there had to be differences. He personally thought Hazel was one of the most pleasant people he had ever met.

Ernie shifted in his chair, leaning his head against the back of it while he watched Hazel knit what he thought looked like a hat. What he decided he didn't like was the small frown gracing her features. So he smiled at her.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 03:04 am UTC (link)
Catching Ernie's eye just as she intended to answer him in the affirmative, Hazel blushed at the way he was smiling at her, looking away quickly but unable to keep from smiling herself.

"She'd be the first to say it," Hazel replied softly, dropping a stitch in her distraction. "Oh, Helga's knees," she muttered, placing one needle in her lap and lifting the stitch back on to the other. When she looked at Ernie again, she was sure even her eyelids must be rosy with embarrassment.

"I'd be happy to let you borrow one of my siblings, if you're ever lonely."

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-13 03:24 am UTC (link)
Ernie laughed. "I think I'll manage without, but I appreciate the offer. Though, out of curiosity, if I wanted to, which one of them would you subject me to?" He smirked slightly.

"Being an only child is nice, in some respects though. Don't have to share everything. I get to be as greedy and selfish as I want to be." Not that he was, of course. Far from it. Greedy and selfish weren't really an aspect of his personality.

"I'd much rather just talk to you when I'm lonely, then have to develop whole new relationship anyway."

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-13 03:42 am UTC (link)
Though ready to insist that greedy and selfish were last among the list of things she would use to describe Ernie, Hazel opened and closed her mouth without saying a word at Ernie's last. It seemed foolish to feel as surprised and delighted and uncertain as she did following as simple a proclamation as wanting to speak with her after several afternoons in the common room doing just that, but she did all the same.

"That's... that's a really nice thing to say, Ernie," she said hesitantly, needles still in her hands lest she lose another stitch. Unborn children did not deserve to suffer her nerves. "I really like talking with you, too."

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-14 01:27 am UTC (link)
Ernie suddenly felt a little self-conscious, and he looked down at his hands where they were picking at the chair a little bit, feeling a bit of a blush creep up across his cheeks. After a moment though, he glanced back up at Hazel.

Somewhere, deep down, he knew that there was a touch of suggestion in the words that maybe hinted at something more than just a recognition of friendship.

And it was entirely possible that he really didn't mind that suggestion at all.

"It's not that nice," Ernie replied with a smile. "You're just nice to talk to, and I'm really glad you like talking to me too, or I'd feel really bad about monopolizing your time."

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-14 02:56 am UTC (link)
Hazel laughed, a little nervous, but mostly amused.

"Monopolizing? Really, Ernie. What else would I be doing? And don't say homework."

Her knitting she left limp in her lap, for really, there wasn't anything else she wanted to be doing just then. Suppressing a considerable desire to sigh, Hazel cast her eyes about the common room in hopes of finding something she could bring up that wouldn't be going on about how much she liked talking to Ernie. That would surely make him think she was crazy, and admitting that she thought she'd like to snog him just as well could not be a good idea.

Of course, as soon as her eyes left the safe warmth of the table she shared with Ernie, she saw the huddled groups of younger years, looking scared and sorry and hassled. Hazel's expression darkened, and it just wasn't fair. She couldn't feel good for more than a moment, not when they felt like that.

Looking back at Ernie, she asked quietly, "Do you think there is anything we can do for them? Can the Head Boy get hot tea and biscuits form the kitchens?"

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-14 03:29 am UTC (link)
"Then I won't say homework," Ernie teased, before following her gaze to the group of younger Hufflepuffs, which caused any degree of a smile to fade immediately.

Merlin, he hated the Carrows.

At Hazel's suggestion, Ernie looked at her seriously for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to make a decision. "...officially? Probably not. Unofficially? I'm getting them some damn tea and biscuits." It wasn't really like the kitchen's were far, and he'd figured out how to sneak into them ages ago.

Standing up, he considered Hazel for a moment. "Are you coming?"

"...you don't have to," he added quickly.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-14 03:50 am UTC (link)
The invitation was a welcome one. Hazel left her knitting on the table, wishing she knew a Charm that could keep one of the boys from unraveling it, but hoping that seeing her go off with the Head Boy would keep them from doing so.

"Yes," she said firmly, confirming that her wand was in her pocket as though she expected something beyond biscuits and tea awaited them in the corridors. It didn't seem an unreasonable fear, to Hazel.

Still, she would have Ernie with her. A tickle of pleasure joined the storm of anxiety that would normally have overwhelmed her.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-14 04:11 am UTC (link)
Maybe it was his new-found resolve, but Ernie was excited to be able to do anything, even if it was something as simple and seemingly meaningless as stealing tea and biscuits from the kitchens.

There was a part of him that felt reckless enough to almost want to run into the Carrows. To dare them to stop him.

But he didn't really want that. Certainly not with Hazel in tow.

With a small, slightly devious smile, he nodded at her, before heading toward the door. "Good. I'm glad you're coming with me."

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-15 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Beaming, Hazel followed Ernie out of the Hufflepuff common room. The only time she had been to the kitchens had been with Michelle and a few other girls from her year, and they had both been a little tipsy from too much butterbeer. She was glad Ernie knew the way, for she certainly would not have been able to find them again.

It wasn't quite curfew but it was close enough that Hazel felt a little nervous being outside of the common room, even in the company of the Head Boy. Truth be told, Hazel rarely spent anytime outside of the common room anymore. If she wasn't in class, she was there. It just seemed like the safest option.

"Do you think the House Elves have been forbidden to help students?" She asked suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. You'd think they were committing treason.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-16 03:26 am UTC (link)
It used to be a lot more fun to sneak food out of the kitchens. When all one had to worry about was Filch or Mrs. Norris and a pre-Carrow detention, the risk was worthwhile. It was even fun.

And while Ernie felt a touch reckless, a touch devious, he wouldn't call this mission fun. Not precisely.

They weren't technically breaking any rules. It wasn't curfew, which meant that they had every right to be outside of the common room, but he hated being outside of the common room these days. But Ernie had, after all, wanted to do something, and while a covert trip to the kitchens hadn't been quite what he had in mind, it was still something.

And he wasn't going to be scared about it.

Ernie began to lead the way to the kitchens, before stopping to glance back at Hazel when she voiced her concerns. Truthfully that wasn't something he'd even considered, and he paused for a moment before answering, his voice the same volume as hers. "The Carrows don't strike me as the types to ever talk to the House Elves, even just to order them around."

Of course, he could be wrong, but he really hoped he wasn't.

Ernie reached over, taking Hazel's hand, in part to make sure that she stayed close and in part because he just wanted to.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-18 02:42 pm UTC (link)
Ernie's words made sense to Hazel, and her nod of agreement slowed to a dumb stop when he took her hand. His was warm and dry, not like Quinn's had been that one time, all sweaty and soft. She grinned shyly, keeping pace with the older boy, not in the least concerned with his reasons for holding her hand and only giddy over the fact that he was.

"Does your family have elves?" Hazel asked, a little breathy, but not wanting to appear as though she completely lost control of all of her faculties when in contact with a handsome boy. Some. Not all.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-19 03:07 am UTC (link)
Ernie shook his head with a small smile. "No, we're not really wealthy enough for that. I also think my mum really enjoys some of the things the house elves would do. Not the cleaning so much, but she actually really likes cooking..." He shrugged.

Finally coming upon the bowl of fruit still life, Ernie tickled the pear, allowing them entry into the kitchens. He pulled Hazel inside before looking around with a grin.

Luckily, he was right about the Carrows and the house elves seemed more than happy to help them get whatever they want. "Biscuits and tea, do you suppose we should get anything else?" He turned, looking at Hazel.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-19 03:45 pm UTC (link)
A few occasions when Hazel had been well and truly shaken - before this year at school, when it seemed she was more often terrified than not - her da had always put a spot of Welsh whisky in her tea, but somehow Hazel didn't think the house elves would have access to such things.

"This should do nicely," Hazel observed, and not wanting to let go of Ernie's hand, fished her wand from her pocket and levitated the tray the elves had brought. "D'you think we ought to Disillusion it, as well? Just in case?"

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 01:21 am UTC (link)
The house elves were more than amenable to providing what they wanted, and Ernie was really thrilled. He didn't know what he would have done if the Carrows had instructed the house elves to refuse to help them.

Well, he wouldn't have been able to get them biscuits and tea and that would be no help at all.

Ernie watched Hazel levitate the tray and smiled. "I do think we should Disillusion it. And perhaps physically carry the tray? So we don't accidentally hit someone in the head with it?"

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 01:28 am UTC (link)
Hazel reluctantly released Ernie's hand at his suggestion, taking the tray in both of her own.

"If you think my Charm work is so poor, I guess I will carry it," she teased, smiling all the same. "Care to show me how the Head Boy would do it?"

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 01:52 am UTC (link)
"Hey now," Ernie raised his hands in faux-defense, a grin on his face. "I make no claims one way or another at your Charm work. I'm sure it's quite lovely."

Pulling out his wand, Ernie cast a Disillusionment Charm on the tray. "Mine, on the other hand, is impeccable." Which it was, though he was joking.

"Are we ready to go then?" he asked after a moment, heading to the door. He had the sneaking suspicion that it was just after curfew. "...I think we'll need to be quiet, not that we wouldn't be, but at least it's not too far to the common room..."

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 02:01 am UTC (link)
Nodding, Hazel followed Ernie back through the painting's entrance. She smiled gratefully at the house elves, but couldn't lift a hand to wave for fear she wouldn't be able to focus her eyes on the tray again.

Taking Ernie's words to heart, she didn't say a word as they made their way toward the common room, a little more slowly now with the tray. She felt good about what they were doing for the younger years, but all the same, Hazel wished she could've held Ernie's hand while doing it.

As they rounded a corner, she heard voices coming down the corridor, and she shot Ernie a terrified look. Her hands gripped the tray tightly lest she drop it.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 02:22 am UTC (link)
Fuck.

Ernie wasn't sure, exactly, whose voices he heard coming down the corridor, but he didn't want to find out. Whether it was Filch, Snape, one of the Carrows, or a member of the IS, he doubted he'd be able to do much.

If he were by himself, he'd probably be able to talk himself out of it. But with Hazel, it became immediately harder. Depending on who it was, he still might. It was probably just after curfew, and he was Head Boy.

But hiding still seemed like the best idea.

Ernie looked around, his hand going to Hazel's arm. "This way..." he said quietly, pulling her (and attempting to be gentle about it) back around the corner.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 02:28 am UTC (link)
If there was a moment not to lose her head, this was it, but Hazel was far from in control of her nerves. Ernie's touch might have been light, but it was unexpected and the voices from down the hall were growing so much louder. The tray clattered from her hands, Disillusioned pot of tea shattering as loudly as any visible brothers might have.

The color fled from Hazel's cheeks, and the look she gave Ernie then was rather like a hare that had been caught in a trap.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 02:37 am UTC (link)
Well...that was far from helpful. Luckily, Ernie tended to do well enough under crisis, though where, exactly, he'd managed to develop that skill, he didn't know.

He shot a silencing spell, but suspected that the damage was done as the voices were now easily audible and clearly wondering what the noise had been.

They had to move quickly.

Not even bothering with words, Ernie grabbed Hazel's hand and pulled her through the closest door which (fortunately) was unlocked. The room, a ridiculously small storage closet, was dark and tiny but Ernie didn't dare say anything or try and cast lumos.

He didn't want to do anything that might possibly alert attention to their presence.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 02:48 am UTC (link)
Before Hazel had time to think about what was happening, she was shut away in the dark, the breath that had caught in her throat when she dropped the tray released in a faint hiccup of surprise against Ernie's chest. Because. They were. That close.

It wouldn't have mattered if she could have spoken. She wouldn't have been able to.

The voices came near enough that Hazel could distinguish that they were students, but she didn't recognize them, and their words were muffled as much by her panic as they were by the stone that separated them.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 03:04 am UTC (link)
Ernie kept his arms around Hazel, in part because he was afraid to move and part because it was nice, and he didn't mind the excuse.

It would have been nicer, of course, if there weren't members of the IS (and he could tell now, that that was definitely who they were) on the other side of the door looking for them.

Ernie bit his lip, just staying still and silent and hoping very much that Hazel didn't mind the fact that they were very close together in a very tiny room. He didn't mind. And wouldn't, perhaps, mind taking advantage of the situation (for he was seventeen, male, and in a small dark room with a pretty girl, after all), if he wasn't so damn polite.

And hiding from the IS. That tended to put a damper on the romance.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 03:14 am UTC (link)
Hazel couldn't decide whether it sounded as though the voices were moving off or not, and dimly hoped that they wouldn't step on the tray and the shattered pot... it would still be Disillusioned, which might lead their pursuers to think they had imagined the noise when they couldn't find an appropriate source.

For her part, she stayed completely still, hands pinned awkwardly at her sides by Ernie's arms around her - Ernie's arms around her! - and eyes pinched shut in the dark. This wasn't at all like when she had hugged him, the IS notwithstanding. Hazel could feel how warm and sturdy Ernie was, and he had a lovely spicy boy smell that reminded her of wood burning stoves and cinnamon.

Or maybe that was just the spilled tea.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 03:27 am UTC (link)
Ernie couldn't tell what the IS was doing. They were out there, that much he could tell, but whether they were moving on or still trying to figure out what had happened, he couldn't tell.

There was a part of him that really didn't mind, not one bit, that they were out there. In fact, he almost wished they'd hang around for a while.

It gave him more excuse to stay where he was.

Ernie looked down at Hazel, though it was dark enough that he couldn't really see her. But she was nice and warm and soft and he maybe, just maybe, pulled her a little closer, holding her a little tighter.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 03:34 am UTC (link)
Though she had believed there would never be a thing in her life she could thank the Itnquisitorial Squad for, being held in a closet with Ernie Macmillan would never have been imaginable otherwise.

Was Ernie intentionally holding her more closely, now? Hazel's breath caught, again. There wasn't room enough to draw her hands up and loop them around his neck, and Hazel felt too shy to put her hands around Ernie's waist. Girls didn't hug boys that way. And what if he didn't mean to be hugging her at all? What if he'd gotten a cramp or worried she was cold or something?

Hazel couldn't tell, but she thought she heard the footsteps receding down the corridor. She couldn't decide whether to be sorry or relieved.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-20 04:13 am UTC (link)
While the IS was, frequently, the bane of his existence, Ernie really quite appreciated their presence, just this once.

Because he didn't know if he'd entirely have the nerve to do this otherwise.

His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, enough so that he could see at least the outline of Hazel and he moved his arm so that he could very lightly lift Hazel's chin up, so that she was looking up at him.

Ernie really didn't know if the IS was still right out the door, and truthfully, he didn't care in the least. If they were going to get caught, they might as well be doing something fun in the process. And if they didn't get caught, well...

...all the better, really.

It was still too dark for him to really read Hazel's expression, and he rather hoped he didn't get slapped for it. But he'd made up his mind.

Leaning down, Ernie kissed Hazel, quite gently, on the lips.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-20 04:32 am UTC (link)
Was this actually happening? Had Hazel lost consciousness after being apprehended by the IS and was now having an unexpected, if delicious, daydream?

But no, her fingers arched against the warm stone of the dungeons near the kitchens when Ernie lifted her chin, and then she could see a faint glimmer of light and shadow where she knew his eyes to be. It had only just seemed safe to breath again when suddenly Ernie was kissing her, soft and light as a dream but infinitely sweeter.

Hazel needed only half a second to kiss him back.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-22 02:16 pm UTC (link)
Of all the things that Ernie had expected to do that evening, hiding in a closet kissing Hazel hadn't really been on his list. But his list was absolutely no fun, and the reality of the evening was so much better, even if it involved hiding from the IS.

Kissing Hazel was soft and sweet and exactly how he had expected it to be. And yet, it was better than he had expected, and her returned enthusiasm at least meant that he probably wasn't going to get slapped.

He really didn't want to get slapped.

Eventually he had to pull away though, feeling a flush creep across his cheeks, even though it was too dark to see. "I-uh-I think the IS might be gone," he said quietly after a moment, mostly because he felt like he was obligated to say so. Not because he actually wanted to leave the closet.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-23 09:53 pm UTC (link)
For what felt like a full minute but was probably closer to a few seconds Hazel simply looked at Ernie in the dark, the soft outline of his face, a dumb smile on her lips.

"You're probably right," she admitted, hearing nothing above the pounding of her heart in her ears. It wasn't for fear, at least, this time. "I guess we should get back to the common room."

Hazel didn't sound even marginally enthusiastic about her suggestion.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-23 10:04 pm UTC (link)
"Right. Yes. Common room. It is after curfew so...I guess that would be a good idea."

Well, a good idea in a universe that was silly. Or, Ernie supposed, the real world. But he was finding that he didn't really like the real world these days, so staying in the closet was entirely more enjoyable and appealing at this very moment.

Hazel didn't sound enthusiastic about leaving. He didn't sound enthusiastic about leaving. So while the suggestion was there, Ernie didn't make any move to actually leave the closet.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-23 10:14 pm UTC (link)
Hazel's grin warmed as the pair remained standing in the closet, neither moving or seeming intent to. Given she wasn't sure when she'd have another opportunity, Hazel slipped her arms up from between Ernie's and wrapped them around his back.

"Do you... do you want to stay for a little while?"

She didn't even bother making some excuse about the IS coming back. Her whisper was a little breathless, thrilling at the notion of having another snog with Ernie Macmillan, not to mention willfully breaking curfew.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-23 10:31 pm UTC (link)
At least they appeared to be on the same page in all of this. Ernie, feeling a bit relieved, grinned in response, which certainly seemed easier then attempting to find words to produce an articulate reply.

But as it was still quite dark, Ernie attempted to find words that weren't incredibly awkward, even though he was entirely sure that he wouldn't be able to succeed.

"I think we could afford to stay for a little while...as long as you want to," he added.

Curfew, the IS, and even the good deed they had set out to do seemed entirely unimportant in this moment.

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[info]wichehazel
2011-04-23 10:47 pm UTC (link)
Too shy to retrieve her wand and cast Lumos - and neither wanting to attract any attention outside or take her hands away from where they were pressed lightly against Ernie's back - Hazel's response was soft.

"Yes," she answered, sure that Ernie was the sweetest boy she'd ever met, and the best she'd kissed. Never mind that he was only the second.

Tilting her chin and toes up, Hazel missed his lips in the dark, kissed his cheek, and found them again a moment after.

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[info]erniemacattack
2011-04-23 11:41 pm UTC (link)
Ernie smiled at the response, turning his head slightly when she kissed his cheek to help facilitate the finding of his lips. Not that a kiss on the cheek was bad by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn't really what either of them were looking for, either.

Her lips were soft, and kissing her was sweet and nice. And Ernie decided that perhaps they could spare quite a bit of time for this. He was Head Boy after all. He could come up with some sort of excuse or another.

They were Hufflepuffs after all. They were clearly going to need to put that determination and hard-work into practicing. Perhaps quite a bit.

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