Gina Smythe (glass_onion) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-21 14:09:00 |
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"Dundundun DUNNNN dun, dun dun dun DUNNNNN dun, duh-duh-duh-dunnnnnn," Kingsley Shacklebolt hummed, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He's wanted to get a bit of reading done while he waited for Gina, but he was so excited he could barely sit still. He got up off his bed and crossed to the other side of the room (a distance of about one step) then pretended to draw a lightsaber and strike down Obi-wan Kenobi. "Nooo!" he yelled, no longer Darth Vader - he was suddenly Luke Skywalker. "Ben!!!!" The door opened suddenly behind him and Kingsley dropped his imaginary lightsaber and stood up straight, regarding the figure in the doorway. "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?" Gina had learned a long time ago that it was easier just not to ask questions. She moved into his room, ignoring the question (quotation?) and shutting the door behind her. Once Kingsley was standing up to his full height and no longer fighting a lightsaber battle against invisible villains, Gina shoved the set of brown robes (with a makeshift lightsaber she'd transfigured out of empty toilet paper roles folded between the sheets of fabric) into Kingsley's arms. "Here, put these on." Kingsley looked down a the robes in his arms, realising immediately what they looked like. "You-" he stammered, recalling his partner's vehement no when he asked if they could dress up to see the movie. "But you-" He stopped again, his jaw dropping down to the floor and a smile slowly spreading across his face. There was no reason to argue - they were going to see Star Wars in costume. He pulled the robes over his head quickly and gripped the lightsaber in his hand. "I love you." Gina took a step back to look Kingsley's ensemble over, feeling quietly but extremely pleased with herself. This didn't feel quite as dirty to her as going dressed in costumes -- really, a Jedi costume could be made out of brown wizard robes, and those were things that most of them already had in their closets. It's not like they were going dressed as Chewbacca or something. "I know," Gina replied, a slight smile growing on her face behind her terminal stoicness. "Be ready in five. I'm going to go change." "Muggle move theatres," Kingsley muttered to Gina as they walked down the aisle, looking for seats. "A wretched hive of scum and villianry." He shoved another fistful of popcorn into his mouth as he scanned the dark theatre. They were certainly not the only people dressed up, but their costumes certainly were some of the better ones. "There," he said, spying two seats, mouth still full of popcorn. Wretched hive of scum and villianry indeed. Gina was glad that Kingsley was tall -- very, very, very tall -- because she was having a hard enough time not losing track of herself in the massive sea of excitable people. It would've been impossible for her to pick out two empty seats in the already packed theatre. "Gross, the floor is sticky," Gina whined, peeling her shoe out of the mess. This is why wizards didn't have cinemas -- she could only imagine the hell that Narcissa Malfoy would raise if she got popcorn butter on her ridiculously expensive shoes. "Don't eat it all already, Kingsley," she rolled her eyes as she followed him to the seats. Kingsley was probably already half-done with his popcorn. Her attention was quickly distracted and she pushed herself in front of her partner as they moved down the aisle, glaring at a glasses-wearing blond boy who was coming at the seats from the other direction. "Don't you even think about it, kid," she yelled, pulling out her lightsaber as she ran to seize the chairs first. Kingsley grinned as Gina ran to defend their seats. This was the side of his partner he liked to see best, the side he could tell was probably just as excited for the movie as he was, just... probably not as big of a nerd about it. He quickened his pace after her, knowing there weren't too many decent seats left in the theatre. "These are not the seats you're looking for," he said to the kid, hand stretched out at him, trying to use the Force. The kid looked up...and up, and up... at Kingsley, raising an eyebrow that this bloke was seriously trying to use the Jedi Mind Trick on him. Gina had other ideas. He sprinted down the aisle, stepping on shoes and knocking candy to the floor and popcorn off the laps of the patrons who were already seated, launching himself into one of the chairs with a self-satisfied expression on his face, daring Kingsley and Gina with his eyes to go ahead and try to start something. Gina's expression darkened. That little dweeb would pay. With some subtle slight of hand that she'd picked up in Auror training, Gina went for her wand in her pocket and moved it into her hand with the lightsaber. With a quick flick of her wrist, she confunded the boy, then mirrored Kingsley's "Jedi Mind Trick" hand motion from earlier with her left hand. "These are not the seats you are looking for," she repeated. The boy nodded, looking distracted. "You want those seats down there," she pointed him towards an empty set of chairs right in front of the screen. The boy frowned, then nodded again, getting out of his seat and moving back down the aisle, mumbling "I want those seats down there..." True, it wasn't exactly the most protocol use of magic ever, but technically nothing about the Army of Albion was protocol anymore. Gina slipped into her chair and motioned for Kingsley to sit in the other. Once they were sitting, she UnConfunded the teenager, and then waved at him when he looked back with utter confusion. She didn't want him confused all through the movie, after all. She wasn't that mean. Kingsley stared at his partner, completely shocked. "How did you do that," he asked her, all thoughts of real magic gone from his brain as it was currently filled only with Star Wars. He may have been twenty-two years old and taller than most people in the theatre, but at that moment he looked like a nine-year-old boy. "You used the Force, Gina," he said, the incredulous look still on his face. "I find your lack of faith disturbing," Gina replied, leaning back in her seat and stretching as though she'd just finished a hard day's work. Kingsley would figure out what had happened sooner or later. Right now they had a movie to watch. "Hey, your worship, I'm only trying to help." Han Solo leaned against some part of his ship as the banter passed between he and Princess Leia, the sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a severing charm. Kingsley shoved another fistfull of popcorn in his mouth, his eyes not leaving the screen for a single second. "Scoundrel," Leia was calling Han, and Han grinned, embracing the word. "Am I a scoundrel, Gina," Kingsley whispered to her after he swallowed the popcorn. "If you keep talking during the movie, then yes," Gina whispered back, trying to concentrate on the film and not on Kingsley jabbering away next to her. "Shh with the mouth flapping." He wasn't being that talkative, and Gina figured that Kingsley knew her well enough by now to realise that that was her odd way of kidding around. While she was willing to joke with Kingsley, though, the little girl sitting behind her was moments away from getting her arse kicked if she didn't stop putting her feet up on Gina's chair. She tried to ignore it, though, returning her attention to the movie and her still mostly-full bag of popcorn. Kingsley grinned, making a mental note to use the word scoundrel more often while talking about himself. And perhaps even try to walk with a bit more swagger like Han. He reached into his bag of popcorn for another fistful... only to find it empty. Well, no matter. Gina still had a full bag. Without taking his eyes off the screen he slowly reached over, his hand making its way to Gina's bag of popcorn. She wouldn't mind. That is where Kingsley was wrong. "Oi, you," she smacked his hand away, shooting him a dirty look as she tugged the bag of popcorn out of Kingsley's reach. "You want more, you go get a refill. Mine." Just because she was able to control the rate at which she filled her face with popcorn unlike some people didn't mean that she should be the one who had to lose out on well-deserved munchies. The nerve! Kingsley snatched his hand back, much like a child who had been caught with his hand in the biscuit-jar, and frowned, his bottom lip sticking out slightly. "You know," he whispered to her, trying to be a smart-ass, "the more you tighten your grip, Gina, the more pieces of popcorn will slip through your fingers." He picked up his own empty bag of popcorn off his lap and leaned back over slightly, one eye still on the screen. "Fine, I'll go," he said, "but we're going to have to come see it again so I can see what I missed." Which, actually, was completely fine with him. Seeing the movie a second time? A third time? No, Kingsley definitely didn't mind. It was a perfect plan. "All right, I'll be back," he said, hoping the rest of the audience didn't take too poorly to him walking out of the theater and blocking their view. Too bad. He was a Jedi. Kingsley was on the edge of his seat. "You have to take care of her," Han was saying to Chewbacca, preparing to go into carbonite freeze, whatever that was. Chewbacca whinged, certainly an agreement, and Han and Leia shared one last kiss before the Stormtrooper wrenched them away. "I love you," Leia said. "I know," came Han's reply. Kingsley's jaw, it dropped. He dropped his bag of popcorn onto his lap (gently though, he wouldn't want to spill any, especially now) and very excitedly began to tap on Gina's leg, his hands aflutter and his feet unable to stay still. "Oh my God oh my God," he whispered excitedly. They had said that. Right before he and Gina left Gairloch they had said those exact same words. Perhaps in a different situation, but they still had said those exact words even before they saw the movie. Gina nearly choked on her soda as the words thundered through the theatre's speakers, not wanting to send a spray of cocacola spraying into the man sitting in front of her's mullet. "I know, I know!" she laughed, batting at Kingsley's hand and staring in shock at the screen. "They stole our dialogue. I'd better be in the credits as a screen writer." Of course, Gina was glad that her and Kingsley's conversation earlier in the morning hadn't ended with herself being frozen in carbonite, but still. How odd was that? "We said that," Kingsley repeated again, completely unable to think of anything else. It was like George Lucas was a time-travelling Legilimens. Which would make Kingsley Han Solo and Gina would be Princess Leia, which... actually worked. Kingsley was a scoundrel with a swagger and Gina could be a Princess and it really all made sense in the auror's brain. Well, except for one thing. "Sorry Princess," Kingsley said as he reached over and laid a big kiss on Gina's cheek. Gina squawked in surprise, not sounding unlike some sort of squealing tropical bird, hitting Kingsley away on reflex. Several of the other movie-goers sitting around them hissing "shhh!" at her, and Gina slumped down in her chair, her face feeling like it was on fire with embarrassment. "Don't call me that," she mumbled, trying to watch the rest of the movie without distraction. Kingsley smirked, settling back into his chair. Now it all made sense. |