Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
"You're such a Ravenclaw, always wanting to do research," he muttered, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off the grass, standing and holding out a hand for Cho. "Come on, let's go."
"You're a Ravenclaw too, you know," she said, rising to her feet and only taking his hand once she was standing. "I'll write the contract, and you can do your homework." She smiled over at him. "Because I'm sure you haven't yet."
"It's not that big of a deal," Quinn insisted, swinging their hands between them as they walked. "It's just an essay, I can do it in bout an hour, no problem."
"Yeah, but if you do it while I'm writing the contract, then we can use that extra hour for not doing homework or writing contracts," she said, looking down at her feet.
Tugging her hand, Quinn pulled Cho in to kiss her. "You make a very good point. I like that point."
Pulling away, Cho wiped at her mouth. "You haven't done your homework yet," she whispered and then quickly kissed his nose.
Rolling his eyes, Quinn wrinkled his nose following her kiss. "Fine. I'll play. You write, I'll write a potions essay Snape will love me for."
"Will you read mine when you're done?" she asked, walking towards the castle again. "I want it to be perfect."
"Sure. I should have some extra time. Deflating Draughts aren't too hard," he said with a shrug, keeping step with her.
"Thanks," she said quietly. "I don't think Professor Snape likes me much."
"Professor Snape doesn't like anyone much," he corrected her, holding the doors open so they could get into the castle.