Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
"Oh," she said with a sly smile. They had a radio at home, but it never played anything available on any station -- that was her mother's doing, but sometimes hers too. "Are you inviting me back to your compartment to dance, Oliver?" She teased, her voice lilting as she continued her steps. Whatever distractions her words might provide, she was not going to let them be sufficient enough to stop.
"Very forward of you. We're already sneaking you out of your college and to an inn for ale, with girls, and dancing." Her smile turned wide, but her steps slowed as she concentrated on the radio he'd mentioned. It was harder with the item not being hers, and she wasn't even sure that the first strands of music that she heard were actually coming from his radio, but there was the fiddle. Then the harp, and the pipes.
A trickle of sweat trailed down her temple -- that sort of magic shouldn't have exhausted her, but it took so much work -- "Just a minute longer," she whispered as a presence began pushing into the back of her mind. "Just a moment." As if that would stop the impending sense of ending. Her fingers tightened around his, but her steps didn't falter. She refused that.