WHO: Michael Corner & Lisa Turpin
WHAT: Friendly banter
WHERE: The shop and then lunch.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: DONE




Lisa couldn't help but laugh at the book Michael had given to her for her birthday. She hadn't read it yet, but it was on her list of books she wanted to read. It was then that she decided she would thank him in person for the gift. Maybe suggest he read it as well, if it turned out to be any good. When Lisa had a bit of free time, she headed to the Weasleys' shop in Diagon Alley. She didn't see him when she entered and it made her wonder if he wasn't working today. Lisa hoped he was and she didn't want to put off her thanks too long. The shop didn't seem busy to her so she decided to just wander around, hoping that Michael was there. As she walked around Lisa found herself looking at the daydream charms. Lisa had always wanted to try one. Might as well get one while she was here.

Michael had just signed himself out of his shift when he noticed the back of a familiar head. Seeing the blondish brown waves, he grinned cheekily. The shop wasn't one of Lisa's normal hang-outs so she must have wanted some Michael time. Well, who was he to argue that? Sneaking up behind her, he grabbed her waist.

She had not expected anyone to come up behind her and ended up dropping the box she was reading. "I don't have anything!" Lisa felt rather silly after saying that. She was in a shop. Nothing happened in the shops, it was the streets she needed to be worried about. She turned around to see that it was Michael. "Give me a heart attack, will you?"

"Wha---" Michael burst out laughing. "Lisa!" He pulled her toward his chest with one arm. "I am not big enough to be a thief," he told her in mock seriousness.

"Michael! I think you could pull off being a thief. I think it'd be more obvious the bigger one is," Lisa informed him. "Are you busy?"

Michael snapped his fingers. "Thank you, Lisa! Now I'll just tell my dad that and he'll see a salesclerk isn't such a bad life choice, after all!" He drew himself to his full height and puffed out his chest. "A life of crime! Of course I'm busy! There are places to rob!"

"Anything is better than a life of crime. I'm sure your father would approve of that much." Lisa rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, be serious! Are you busy or not?"

"Why?" Michael teased as he wrapped an arm across Lisa's shoulders. "You need some special Michael time?"

"Why yes, I am in need of special Michael time." She said as she put her arm on his shoulder.

Michael nodded knowingly. "This can be arranged then. Are you in need of extendable ears? Canary cream? A..." He lowered his voice and wiggled his brows. "A lovvvvve potion?"

Lisa shook her head. "Now what would I do with a love potion?" If she got one, she didn't have anyone to use it on. "I want to hear more about these daydream charm things. Know anything about them?"

Michael blushed on hearing what she wanted. "Lisa," he hissed, "Those have...romantic fantasies. You'll drool!" He shook his head. "Besides, I'm off the clock. Can't we do something, I don't know, less odd?" He shuddered.

"So? That is much better than slipping someone a love potion when they don't suspect it. Besides, I wouldn't use them in public, so no one would know that I'd drool." Lisa laughed. "Oh really? Then why you trying to sell me stuff? Are you sure you want to talk about something or do something less odd, because I got this book from a certain someone who is the spitting image of you, I swear. It's about flying babies and that is certainly odd right there. Haven't read it yet, but I'm hoping that it's quite entertaining." Lisa paused for a moment. "Come on, lets go get something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry and I know I am."

Snickering, Michael rested his hand at the small of Lisa's back as he ushered her out of the shop and away from daydream charms. "Ah, but see, Flying Babies are much more fun!'

"It will be so much more fun when its my nieces and nephew that are following you around as they fly." Lisa said as they headed out of the shop.

"That, my friend, would require me going near the little runts." He guided her a few more paces before stopping in front of a small diner. "It's a hole in the wall," he explained, "But delicious. Cross my heart." He traced an x over his chest.

"I'm sure I can bring them along with me somewhere at some time you least suspect it," she giggled. "I trust you," Lisa said in regards to the diner.

Michael held the door open for her, but rolled his eyes. "I have feet. I can run away. Or..." He feigned surprise. "I have this thing!" He tapped his wand.

Lisa chuckled. "They'd be flying because I've got one of them too! Thank you."

"I don't think you want to see one of those kids rebounded," Michael pointed out, indicating with his hands that she should pick a booth.

"My sister would probably kill me and then make sure I'm not the one to watch them alone ever again. Still, it would be fun!" Lisa looked at the various booths and decided to pick the one towards the middle. "That one fine?" She pointed to the booth as she asked.

Michael shrugged. So long as there was food, he didn't care where they sat. He headed there, plopping down. "We are having fried cheese," he announced. "Or I am. You can share or avoid, but no lectures!"

Lisa just stared at Michael after she sat down to hear an announcement. "I'll share yours. I've nothing against fried cheese. Obviously, no lectures from me."

"Good!" He nodded approvingly, grinning. "My step-sister feels the need to talk about my heart and getting fat whenever we go out." He said it almost affectionately. His family had its ups and downs, but they were still his family. "Here." He pushed a small menu toward Lisa. "On me."

"Your step-sister probably wants to make sure that you don't die young." Only her parents were that way with each other. Lisa was just glad they left her alone about some of her eating habits, especially the junk food snacks that she ate all the time. "You don't have to do that, Michael," she told him while she looked at the menu. "I definitely want some chips. Do you know how the sandwiches are, or do you just eat fried cheese? We should go get some ice cream after this."

"I want to," Michael insisted. "Besides I think that makes me a gentleman or something." He looked over the sandwich section when she mentioned it. "I've had their roast. It was good, really good." He patted his stomach. "Fried cheese, a roast sandwich, and ice cream...I think I love you."

Lisa thought about making a sarcastic remark about him being a gentleman, but refrained. It was nice though, she didn't have to worry about paying. "Yum. Roast is good. I think I love you too because you're paying."

"I've been getting good hours," he admitted proudly. "I am good at this Lisa. Isn't it stupid to like it so much?" He was a Ravenclaw for pity's sake. He should have had greater aspirations.

"That's wonderful!" Lisa shook her head. "No, it is not stupid. I think we'd all be happier in life if we did something we like to do instead of something we don't like. Besides, you're 18. You've got your whole life to be responsible so have fun now."

"Hmmm. Tell that to Dad." He brushed off his worry, choosing to beckon the waiter over rather than dwell. He put in his order and turned to Lisa expectantly.

"I can, if you want." Lisa said. After Michael ordered, she placed her order. "I'm sure he didn't start off doing what he's doing now. Or did he?"

Leave it to Lisa to never give up. Michael sighed, silently berating himself for bringing it up. "It's fine," he assured the young woman. "Now, tell me, what's new with you?"

"Okay," Lisa said. She wouldn't say anything more about it. "As I'm sure you know, I turned 19 and you gave me a book on flying babies. Mandy got me a bunny, and its been pretty interesting at our place. I had blue hair for a couple of days last week because a charm I was working on backfired, but its back to normal as you can see. That is pretty much all the new stuff."

"Blue hair? And you just visit me NOW?" Michael tsked and shook his head. "Did you take photos? Please tell me you did!"

"Like I'm going to spend any time in public with blue hair!" Lisa did have a picture. She thought it looked fine, just drastically different from her own hair. The question was whether she wanted to tell him. Lisa decided she'd be nice. "Yes, I have a picture. I haven't developed it yet because I don't know where my camera ran off to."

Michael actually bounced in his seat. "We need to go there. Stat. Like right after this stat!"

Lisa reached across the table to try and get Michael to sit still. "Did you not hear that I don't know where my camera is? And what about the food?"

"I said after the food! Focus! We can find your camera." He narrowed his eyes. "Unless you are just trying to keep it from me..."

She shook her head, trying hard not to fall into a laughing fit. "I am not! I really do not know where it is. You'll need the food."

"We'll have the food; stop trying to distract me!" As if on cue, the waiter returned and placed their orders on the table. Michael watched him go. "I swear he was laughing at us."

"I am not trying to distract you! Oh good, food." Lisa rolled her eyes. "Probably talking about us too. Just ignore him." She started eating her food. It was good. "I was right to trust you, this is good."

Michael sampled his cheese, savoring the taste before he gulped some root beer. "Hmmm, that's right. Trusting me is always the way to go."

"What if you convince me to jump off a cliff?" Lisa asked in between bites. "That would not happen, of course, but hypothetically."

"Why would I waste time convincing you when I can just push you?" Michael bit into his sandwich, casting her a mischievous smile. "Much simpler that way."

"You'd be so heartless to push me off a cliff?" Lisa asked, pouting a little. "You wouldn't. You'd miss me too much!"

Michael pretended to consider that. "Well...I'd have to seriously consider it...it would have to be worth it...hmmm."

Lisa took a chip off her plate and tossed it at him. It would have to do for now, since her arms weren't long enough to smack him. "You wouldn't dare!" She said as she laughed.

"Lisa! Manners! Now what's the waiter going to say?" Michael heaved a great big sigh. "Can't take you anywhere."

"I'm too short!" She said as she tossed another chip at him. "Who cares about the waiters? And you can take me everywhere! People just naturally love at first sight. I'm good company to have."

"What the...?" He ducked away from the second flying chip. "What does your height...HEY! You can't kick me!"

"My arms are too short. So I can't reach without leaning over the table to hit you. This seemed like a good alternative." Lisa giggled mischievously.

"Until we get kicked out you mean." He held his arms in front of his face. "You can't get meeee!"

"Yes," she laughed. Lisa looked around to see if any waiters were watching. No one was so she tossed a couple of chips this time.

"Agh! Stop! This is perfectly good food!" To prove his point, he scooped up the chips and smashed them into his mouth.

"Spoil sport," she stuck out her tongue and then ate some chips herself. "Yep, they are good! Best I've had in a while."

"Aw, me and chips. The perfect day, aye?"

"I think ice cream would make it even better. Then it will be the perfect day."