Fleur Delacour is not a whore. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bellefille) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} impetuousrpg, |
Fleur liked the idea of him teaching her, even if she did have no recollection of what a quaffle or a snitch was. She was sure that anything Roger liked had to be interesting. "I would be liking zat, I think. Zo you 'ave to promise not to get mad at me if I am becoming better than you." She laughed again and began to walk with him, shaking her head so her hair stopped sticking to her face.
"I do not mind if you get me drunk."
They tried getting upstairs for several moments before Roger literally just scooped her up and began walking on his own. While her motor skills were a bit off, her mind was surprisingly clear. She was leaning down trying to help him get the door open, but she could hardly manage whilst giving into fits of giggles. Suddenly everything was hilarious.
Once inside, Roger gently placed her on the bed and she looked up at him with a pretty little twinkle in her eye. She and Roger had never been alone in a bedroom before, and to say the least, it was a bit overwhelming. Shaking her head again, she looked down at her feet and then back up at Roger. She leaned forward attempting to grab one before getting sidetracked and laying on the bed half bent like she was trying to do something. "My feet are so far away. Can you be 'elping me get my shoes off?"
She giggled again, and smiled brightly at him again -- for some reason this situation was just all too much and still hilarious at the same time. Glancing over at her suitcase, she knew she needed to get some pajamas, but that task seemed rather difficult as well.
"I do not mind if you get me drunk."
They tried getting upstairs for several moments before Roger literally just scooped her up and began walking on his own. While her motor skills were a bit off, her mind was surprisingly clear. She was leaning down trying to help him get the door open, but she could hardly manage whilst giving into fits of giggles. Suddenly everything was hilarious.
Once inside, Roger gently placed her on the bed and she looked up at him with a pretty little twinkle in her eye. She and Roger had never been alone in a bedroom before, and to say the least, it was a bit overwhelming. Shaking her head again, she looked down at her feet and then back up at Roger. She leaned forward attempting to grab one before getting sidetracked and laying on the bed half bent like she was trying to do something. "My feet are so far away. Can you be 'elping me get my shoes off?"
She giggled again, and smiled brightly at him again -- for some reason this situation was just all too much and still hilarious at the same time. Glancing over at her suitcase, she knew she needed to get some pajamas, but that task seemed rather difficult as well.