Aloysius Nott (![]() ![]() @ 2013-01-14 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-01] january, aloysius nott, vera lestrange |
Who: Aloysius Nott and Vera Lestrange
What: Snowballing and stuff.
Where: Hogwarts grounds.
When: Monday 14 January 1943
Status: Log
Aloysius held Vera's hand as they walked through the courtyard and out into the snowy grounds. The remains of yesterday's snowman contest were still littered all around, and he paused to look as they went by. He was still less than pleased about this McKinnon thing but he supposed he could ignore it. It was innocent, obviously. "Which one's yours?" he asked, sending Vera a sidelong glance. Her cheeks were pink and her pale hair blew back under her hat, and she looked, for all purposes, like an ice maiden herself. Chill wind stung Vera’s cheeks as they walked across the frozen lawn, her hand, stuffed into mittens, grasping Aloysius’. Her eyes surveyed the smattering of half melted snowmen until she came across the one she and Ophelia had built. It was nondescript, save for a towering ice-tiara that glittered with jewels of every colour “That one.” She grinned and pointed. “I charmed the tiara.” She said sheepishly, not wanting to brag, but she had been proud of her charm work. It was a pleasantly plump snowman, tall and regal crowned with the sparkling tiara and cradling an ice scepter, with an arm charmed to wave intermittently at the peons. Though the weather had taken it’s toll and the snowman now only appeared to be be seizing at random intervals. "Very good," Ally said, examining what was left of the tiara and nodding. On impulse he reached over and picked up the icy crown, then grinned and bowed in front of Vera, presenting it to her. "Your royal crown, my queen." Watching Ally with a look of pure disbelief, Vera finally fell into a peel of giggles before curtsying in front of him. Disappointedly, she let the opportunity to dump snow on his head while he was bowed pass. She bit her lip, nearly ashamed at herself but he’d looked so darn cute. “Why thank you, good sir.” She said with a grin, and waiting for him to put in on her head- mercy, it was cold. “You ought to have seen Druella’s, Myrtle weeping, it was brilliant. Until Myrtle had a fit and destroyed it.” Vera turned a circle, keeping an eye on Aloysius as she pointed out other snow sculptures, she was still awaiting the perfect moment to strike. “McKinnon made a dragon, I think it looks more like a camel.” She indicated a lumpy misshapen form in the opposite direction with her index finger, which was hard to distinguish in fluffy mittens. Ally noticed her shiver and he took care to put the tiara up on her head as much on top of her hat as possible, so that she wasn't too cold. "It looks like him," he said, his expression darkening. "Lumpy and disheveled." She looked pretty with the jeweled tiara, and his features just as quickly softened. "You look pretty," he said quietly, his cold fingers gently cupping her cheek. Vera’s chilled cheeks warmed against Aloysius’ hand and she instinctively leaned into it for the warmth. She smiled, thoughts of going onto the offensive with handfuls of snow lost for the moment as she looked up at Aloysius from beneath her lashes. “Thank you.” How could she attack him when he was being so darling? The white grounds made his blue eyes pop all the more and his own fair skin was tinged with rose from the chill. “You look quite handsome yourself. But that’s not really unusual.” The weight of the ice tiara teetered on her head and she could feel it’s delicate balance shifting with each movement. It felt awkward, almost like trying to walk while balancing a book on her head as one of her nannies had made her do in her younger days. Only this was much taller. Aloysius regarded her with amusement, a look of almost boyish glee crossing his features as he glanced around, then leaned in and pressed the slightest of kisses against the warmth of her mouth. "You're it," he whispered. And then he took off running through the snow. Stomping her foot in a show of being put-out, Vera stood with a hand on her hip and watched as her boyfriend took off running from her. Snow kicked up at his heels as he sped away and Vera pursed her lips. “Tease!” She called and started gathering snow into balls. Once she had three formed, taking Gilbert’s advice and letting them melt just slightly, she cradled them and took off running to find which snow sculpture Aloysius had hid behind. While Ally wasn't the sporting kind, he did have a little sister as well as a family that insisted the children "go out and play" often enough. He'd spent more than one long snowy childhood weekend building snow forts and having snow battles, so he crouched behind a large lumpy ugly object that had no doubt been someone's crowning achievement, and gathered two or three snowballs together as he waited for Vera to come closer. He peered out, spotting the flash of color of her cloak, and took aim, sending a snowball at her, but aiming for her chest not her face. The snowball exploded against her chest and Vera let out a girlish laugh, a gleeful grin on her face as she brushed the snow off her cloak. “You’re such a cheater!” She said teasingly and started unleashing the snowballs in her hand at Aloysius. Scooping another handful as soon as she finished and running in Aloysius’ direction. One of them nearly hit him, and he ducked behind the snowman, waiting for her to come closer, then leaped out, wrapping his arms around her waist and ending up toppling them both in the snow. "What were you going to do with that, now?" he asked, rolling over and grabbing the hand that held the snow, his mouth curving up at one corner as he half held her down. Caught off guard when a sudden flying Aloysius collided with her petite frame Vera let out a girlish squeal as she went backward into the snow. Landing with an oof and suddenly finding Aloysius pinning her down. She fixed him with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips, she hoped it was her cheekiest look, the one reserved for disobeying Dieter. “I was going to aim it for your head.” She said dryly, instantly struggling against his larger frame. The hand not being pinned down busied with scooping snow that she smashed and smeared into the side of his face and hair, the remnants sprinkling down onto her. Aloysius half laughed and half cursed something indecipherable as the cold snow went down the neck of his coat (a time not having a scarf was something of a bother), and tried to catch her other hand and hold that down too, but she was, honestly, squirmy and small and surprisingly quick. Instead he reached for a handful of snow and brought it up up above her, looking down at her with an amused and surprisingly cheeky look of his own. "Do you yield, fair maiden?" “You wouldn’t,” Vera said with narrowed eyes and mouth softly rounded into an ‘o’. Years of being knocked over and pinned by Barghest were coming in handy as she struggled against the larger boy, not that she was having any more luck than she had with Bargy. She managed to lift a hip there, a leg, or shoulder only to have it be replaced just as quickly. Either way she wanted to look at it she was good and well pinned. The sheer impropriety of their positioning crossed her mind briefly, but obscured by trees and snowmen from the view of the castle she let it pass for the moment and decided to enjoy the frivolity with Aloysius. Though she wasn’t looking forward to being covered with snow after she had all but dared him to drop the handful he held onto her. Water dripped from his hair, where she had smashed snow against him, and splattered onto her cheek. She flinched and blinked, unable to wipe at the droplet due to being pinned, before fixing her narrowed gaze back on Aloysius. Ally would likely never admit it and only half realized it himself at this point, but he took a highly amused satisfaction in this, although of course he didn't want Vera to be too mad at him. He leaned in slowly, bringing his hand down, then with upraised eyebrows he pushed his palm against her chin, giving her a mouthful of snow. "I think I said I was going to sit on you," he said, whispering in her ear. Curse her for being so damnable tiny, she thought as she shoved against Ally, watching with wide eyes as he brought the handful of snow ever closer to her face. He wasn’t really going to- and suddenly she was sputtering and trying to eat snow in the most lady-like way possible. She threw him a petulant look as she brought a free-hand around to try and wipe at her lips and felt a tingling course through her at his warm breath against her ear. She wiggled underneath him, trying to get away as he drove home the point that she had lost. “So you did. Forgive me for ever doubting you, darling” She pursed her lips in half-irritation and half-amusement. If he hadn't been aware of how inappropriate this position was before, he was now, with her underneath him and looking up at him with wide, shocked eyes. He felt a flush warm his cheeks and he pulled off her, flopping back in the snow himself, his hand finding hers and ignoring the cold snow going down the back of his neck. "Always, precious," he said quietly, turning his head to look over at her. Resisting the urge to launch a counterattack, Vera simply slipped her hand into Aloysius’ and turned her head to meet his gaze. Her hair was wet from lying in the snow, and the tackling had caused snow to slip into her shoes and cloak and without Aloysius’ body heat mingling with hers, she was suddenly aware of just how cold it was lying on the ground. “I could remark on how ungentlemanly your actions were; forcing a lady to eat snow.” She said with a cheeky grin before pushing herself up and over to straddle him and sit on his stomach. “Or I could repay you in kind.” She finished raising an eyebrow and grinning wickedly. To say Aloysius was surprised that Vera climbed on top of him was an understatement. She was, after all, incredibly proper, and a lady, almost always, and it left him both a little embarrassed and amused and another feeling he was not necessarily familiar with. He wasn't sure where to put his hands that wouldn't result in Dieter cutting them off, so he settled for putting them on the tops of her ankles, fingers tightening against the rough wool of her socks. "I suppose that's only fair," he said manfully, trying to look appropriately abashed. Vera smiled down at him, eyes glancing around to be sure no one had happened upon them in the past few seconds. His hands settled against her ankles and she felt the warm, soft touch contrast to the cool air and damp from snow in her shoes. . She scooped a small handful of snow, as that was all that would fit in her teeny hands, and held it above Aloysius threateningly. “But you are very lucky, darling, for I am far sweeter and more prone to being gracious than you.” And she leaned down to kiss his cheek and then a quick soft, kiss against his mouth before pulling back with a wink and making to remove herself from atop him. Without thinking about it, Aloysius reached up and put his hand on hers and pulled her back down to kiss her again, just once, but longer than hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against his mouth. He was surprised at himself, actually, and after a moment, he let her go. "We should probably go back in," he said. "Don't want you to get cold." Allowing herself to be pulled back towards Aloysius, Vera smiled against his lips as she returned the kiss. This boyfriend thing was quite a lot of fun, she thought, even if she was faintly aware of the amount of trouble they would be in if caught, and specifically Aloysius if Dieter were to find out about their tumble in the snow. She let her forehead rest against his and nodded. “You’re right.” She pushed away from him and clambered to her feet as gracefully as possible and offered him her hand. “Chess?” She asked as she stood and tossed the handful of snow at his chest unexpectedly. Ally pulled her in and pinned her against his side with his arm, before leaning in to kiss the top of her head. "Chess," he said, trying to hide the laugh in his voice. Honestly, this having a girlfriend thing wasn't nearly as worrisome as he would have thought. |