Re: In-person: Teddy/Vic
[She watched his fingers flex, and she resisted the siren song of their twitching. She wanted nothing more than to forget her reservedness, as she did with only him, but that would only lead to heartache, and she was rather done with all that weeping about. She was a snake, she reminded herself, though it was terribly hard to remember with the cold water licking her toes and the memory of summer playing in her mind.
She waited to see if he asked after the Pyrenees, but he didn't. She was, for all her intentional condescension, merely a girl who'd lost a boy, and that part of her longed for him to ask after what had occurred. She'd silly visions of him upon his knees in the sand, declaring that he'd never let her go anywhere without him.
But that came to nothing, and she looked at him when he recited the lyric to the song. She considered him, his black hair and bare feet, and she tipped her nose, her chin, in an effort to maintain dignity. The wind whipped her hair, too pale to be Weasley red, too red to be Veela, and she looked back out at the water as she pulled her wand from its resting place.]
Finish the CD. Bring it to me in the dungeons.
[She didn't look at him as the invitation-turned-order was issued. Pride, you see, and with a flick of her wand and an apparation-woosh, she was gone, and he was alone with the surf and their discarded shoes.]