Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
"But you're hot!" he hissed back. "Would you rather I not want to stare at you all the time?"
"Well, no," she said, her facial expressions twisting in her confusion. "Can't you stare at my face?"
"Your face is beautiful, it really is, and I love starring at it... but presents! I hardly ever get to stare. I have to take advantage of the moment," he explained, looking up at her in earnest.
"Fine," she said, brushing the tip of her quill against his nose and leaving a streak of black ink. "Next time, be more romantic."
"Should I sing an ode to my presents?" he teased, rubbing his ink stained nose with hers. "Mooncalf kiss."
"Hey," she said, rubbing at her nose. "Yes, sing."
"Alright. Once we're back in your room under the safety of my silencing charm," he promised. Turning away, he reached for his bag and undid a Hobgoblins pin from the fabric - holding the point up between them. "Now, where do I sign?"
"Bottom," she said, closing her eyes and holding out her hand. "Quickly and don't warn me. Wait--" Her eyes shot open. "Is that sterilized?"
Rolling his eyes, Quinn tapped the pin with his wand and sterilized it. "There." Holding up his right pointer finger, Quinn held his breath and swiftly pricked his finger. Pushing it to urge the blood flow, he pressed his finger to the parchment and carefully signed his full name. Quinian Upton Chambers. Then he grabbed Cho's wrist. "Take a breath. On three," he told her. "One, two-" halfway through two he poked the tip of the pin into her finger, "three."
Wincing, Cho pressed her own finger to the parchment, spelling out her own name. Cho Chang. "Is that all?"
"Just Cho Chang?" he asked, looking at his own name. "Where's your middle name?"
"Yeah," she said, smirking. "What does yours say?"
"You'll have to read it," he said grudgingly. "How come you don't have one? I want to not have one? That's completely unfair!"
"Because I'm Chinese and you're not," she said. "I never said I had one, just that I wouldn't tell me mine until you told me yours. Upton?"
"Isn't it awful?" he groaned, wrinkling his nose. "Worst. Name. Ever."
Cho laughed. "I like it."
"Because you like to embarrass me."
"Do not."
"Well you can't tell anyone. Ever," he insisted. "Or I'll tell them yours."
"I won't," she said as she absentmindedly played with the remaining two buttons. "ever."
"Thanks," grinning, he held up his pricked finger, pushing it again to release more blood. "Now we put our fingers together and leave a fingerprint."
Eyes closed again, Cho squeezed her finger and held it up for Quinn.
Meeting her finger with his, Quinn squeezed them together, forcing their blood to mix. "Alright, now press your finger under your name and leave a print," he ordered, making the rules up as he went and holding his finger hard against the parchment.