Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
"Almost done. I'm on my brilliant and spellbinding final paragraph. How's the contract?"
"Just a few more finishing touches, and then the blood," she said. "Unless you're okay with red ink."
"If you're insisting on babies, than there will be blood," he said seriously.
"Do I have to look?"
"Only if you want to sign in the right place." Jabbing the parchment with his quill, Quinn finally dropped it. "End scene. My homework is complete. And rather enlightening. I only hope Deflating draughts actually do what it is I say they can."
"I don't know how you do it," Cho said laughing as she continued to write.
"It's all in the imagination. Stories, songs, essays. Really it's all connected," he explained with a grin, leaning in to read over her shoulder.
"Which you have an endless amount of," she said, looking back at him with a smile. "You can kiss me now, you know."
"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned, leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against hers.
Cho smiled against his lips. "I didn't think I had to."
"I'm only being polite," he laughed, twisting in his chair in order to bring his hands up to her face.