Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"Shame," Nat leaned against Gretchen and tilted her head toward her touch, smiling. She sipped her drink and kicked her feet up onto the other end of the booth, leaning back into the other woman even more. Warmth flowed through her as she took another sip and giggled at the giddy, reckless feeling it seemed to cause. "You should. I think I'm rather brilliant," she chuckled and reached up the caress Gretchen's cheek. "Besides, what's better than Quidditch?"