Most likely to end up dragon fodder. (graeme) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2012-12-16 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1942-12] december, graeme mckinnon, thalia travers |
WHO: Thalia Travers and Graeme McKinnon
WHAT: "Getting to know each other better"
WHERE: A random corridor
WHEN: Sunday, December 16, 1942, after dinner
STATUS/RATING: Complete. PG.
While it had only been a few days since Graeme had bothered Thalia enough for her to declare him a pain in her ass, who needed to be shown what's what, she had already all but forgotten her fury by the time Sunday evening rolled around. She had plenty other things to occupy her thoughts, such as presents, Slughorn's christmas party to which she hadn't been invited, as well as Algie Selwyn's very fit form, but even with that being the case, all of it fled her mind when she encountered Graeme in the corridors sometime after dinner. Without much thinking, Thalia knew she had to seize this opportunity. He was alone, she was alone, and it would be his word against hers. "Mr McKinnon," she called out with authoritativeness in her voice. She was still working out what it was she wanted to do even as she grabbed his attention. Graeme was walking along, minding his own business and truthfully, wondering how he could acquire abdominal muscles like Algie had, when he heard his name called. It wasn't a friend, he knew before he even looked up to see who it was, because obviously a friend would have just called him Graeme. "Thalia Travers!" he exclaimed back, both using her first name and trying to sound pleased to see her in an attempt to annoy her. He tried to quickly think of how else he could annoy her. He had to agree -- it was a rare opportunity where they were alone. "What can I help you with?" He grinned, cheekily. "I was wondering if we might have that moment now," she said, smiling at him easily. It was not quite as hard as she would have thought, to smile at him when he annoyed her and her friends and was generally insulting and disgusting and she should hate him unequivocally. But being sweet to him would bring him further down the corridor and away from others, much more effective than being cruel and nasty to him then. "Seeing as we're both here now, and it's not past curfew just yet." It took Graeme to remember what Thalia meant by "that moment," and his grinned turned to a slight frown, but he finally did recall what she'd said about how he should get to know her better. She was pretty, so there was a part of him that was hoping she was being flirty, even though he did not trust Slytherins to be very nice to him. And even though part of him knew he didn't have a chance with her, he also knew it would be hilarious to pretend she really wanted him. "Oh, aye, of course we can have that moment. Which empty classroom do you prefer to do your snogging in?" He was grinning again. Her smile wavered as Graeme all but waggled his eyebrows at her, because--ew. Not only would her father lock her in her bedroom for the rest of her life and swear she'd never date another boy as long as she lived, the idea of Graeme sticking his tongue in her mouth made her want to vomit. She recovered from it, however, and laughed coyly as she held a hand out for his. "There's one down this way," she said with a nod of her head in the direction of the end of the corridor. If she remembered right, it was actually a sort of armory room with a cobwebby suit of armor and some supplies, but details. As he took her hand, Graeme started to genuinely feel a bit nervous and felt his heart beat faster. The lack of a flat-out denial kicked his brain into over-drive. Did he really want his first snog to be Thalia Travers? But a split second later, he realized he didn't really care who it was a long as it wasn't a bloke and his nerves gave way to excitement. "All right," he said, not really caring or paying much attention to where they were headed. He was more concerned with how his breath smelled. And if she had a spot in mind, she must have some experience. His nerves returned. "Oh yeah, this one is a good one, one of my favourites, actually," he babbled. If Thalia were a better, more decent-hearted person, she would feel sorry for Graeme who seemed to have fallen so easily into her lure. Instead, she was relieved and felt vindicated. She led Graeme further away from the now very distant voices and, finally, into the room itself. Thalia paused to remove her wand from within her robes and cast a light into the dimness, illuminating them and their surroundings. "Are you ready?" She asked Graeme, a curious smile on her face and a glimmer in her eyes. Graeme was slightly confused. He thought darkness was usually preferrable in these situations. But then, what did he know? He would defer to Thalia’s expertise in this area. Of course, he wanted her to believe he had plenty of experience in this area, too and hoped his confusion went unnoticed while he tried to act normal. “Aye, ready when you are,” he said, leaning into her and puckering his lips. Then without any warning, Thalia pushed him away from her and zapped him with a Stunning spell. Graeme crumpled to the floor wordlessly, not having any time to respond to her callousness. Thalia stepped out of the way lest she get dirty half-blood on her shoes, and then raised her wand to survey the room, lips pursed and an index finger held carefully at the corner as she mused thoughtfully. It took her a few minutes but finally Thalia decided on a course of action. She left Graeme's inert frame upon the floor as she dragged the suit of armor away from the corner and began to disassemble it and put it on Graeme. It was long and dirty work, and Thalia cursed Graeme's heaviness many a time before the job was done. Sweaty, tired and sorely wanting to draw a bath for herself, Thalia giggled to herself as she looked at her handiwork, before finally she dragged him out to the corridor and perched him there like a statue, and left him there. |