we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 2:11:41 GMT
Just to add to it, she pressed her cheek up against his and nuzzled against it softly, all the while still stupidly grinning. Her other hand came up to tap his nose with a delicately manicured nail.
"I think I would like that, a lot."
She really should quit while she was head. Honestly. The poor boy was probably about to pass out from all the blood running to his face. That, and it was really hard for her to keep up the farce. Not like she wasn't gonna keep her word and not eat with him, of course. But she really shouldn't have taken it this far. But oh my Rowling he was making it hard not to. She decided to release him from her torture and began pulling away.
"I...th-thanks." He said dumbly. It was all too much. She had nuzzled him. How could one handle such stimulation? He felt like he was about to faint. He had to breathe. He had to calm down. She was pulling away and a part of him felt relieved and the other felt cheated. What could he say to her to make her stay? Or at least to remember him?
"Your...really cool Rose." He said.
Well that wasn't it. What the hell was that? It sounded like something her kid brother would say. Why was he suddenly such an idiot?
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 4:18:22 GMT
She just couldn't help it at this point. Laughter bubbled up and out of her and she went back in to properly hug him this time, knocking the mostly eaten lunch out of his lap. It's okay, she had spares. she was hiding her face against his shoulder as the giggled subsided, "oh, Willow. You're so adorable. I could just eat you up."
when she pulled away, that dangerous gleam was in her eyes again, once again, only for a moment, before she leaned in a kissed his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark on his skin. "We're gonna be the best of friends, aren't we Willow?"
She reached up to stroke her thumb against the lipstick mark, debating on rubbing it off, but figured to leave it there. That would be a story for him, right? Cute older student kissed him? Hell yeah.
"Such a smooth talker and handsome too," she pulled at his fringe.
She kissed him. My god she kissed him. There had to have been some kind of rule against this right? Whatever. He so was beyond caring. He would walk through hell for her at this point. It felt as if she initiated him into a whole new world. And he was grateful. He also felt like he couldn't contain himself any longer.
He gave her a kiss on the lips. A brief peck. It felt like heaven. Yet he was still burning up. Still wanted more. But then the guilt sank in. He shouldn't have done that, he thought. He shouldn't have just kissed her. It felt wrong to do it without permission. He didn't know why, she had kissed him without his permission, it just did.
"I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to. Y-you just looked so p-pretty." Willow said. His mother had let him try on lipstick a couple times during dress up. But it was a whole other experience to feel it on a girl's lips. It felt good.
He messed up bad this time. What could he do? After all he had learned, he still felt clueless.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 5:00:38 GMT
The moment his lips touched her, even if it was just for the briefest second, she froze, a swirl of emotion rose up in her. Shit. Yup. The game went too far. Her eyes were wide, and just a dash of fear. She recovered quickly, hoping he didn't notice it and smiled softly at him and then looked down at her lap, feigning shyness. "Bold, too, it seems."
You did this to yourself, Hunter. There are prices to pay when messing with this sort of thing! Her friends had warned her of this too. But it had been so fun. He was so handsome and funny. Argh. Turmoil. This was sure to cause a ruckus at school. She gave a sigh, looking back up again. "No, it's perfectly okay. It's my fault."
She rubbed her eye, pulling away moisture she didn't know was there. "It made me happy."
Something was off. Willow could feel it. Everything was happening to fast to really gauge, and he was distracted by these intense feelings. But he could still tell something had changed. He couldn't tell what exactly had changed though. The room was tense but...in what way it was tense had been lost on him. He had to count on examining her words.
"Bold too, it seems." She had said, suddenly sounding shy. This told him very little. Except that, however cute her shy side was, he much preferred her as bold and take charge.
"No, it's perfectly ok. It's my fault." She had said. Bad, bad sign. She was treating the kiss as a mistake someone had to take responsibility for. That was bad. He wanted her to be his girlfriend. Willow knew that now. She had sighed, which was even worse.
"It made me happy." She had said. That was a contradiction. If it was her fault, then how could it make her happy. In order to be happy about the kiss, she must have wanted it right? He should have asked first but....it made her happy. But how...ah yes. Of course! He had been a fool. It was the age discrepancy. A 16 year old girl dating a nearly 13 year old boy would be looked down upon right? That was forbidden. It was forbidden love.
A thrill raced around his body. The fact that it was forbidden made it all the better.
"I-I'm glad it made you h-happy. I-is there anything e-else I can do to make you happy?" He asked with a smile. Finally, he had remembered his teachings. Be modest. Conceal your intentions as much as you can. Give people what they want.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 15:17:26 GMT
She immediately pushed away the thoughts she was having, letting her eyes wander Willow's face for a moment.
"Is there anything else I can do to make you happy?" Gah. If he wasn't so cute, that would almost sound suggestive. However, her eyebrow still ticked and she gave him a lopsided grin as she relaxed again. Regardless of the fact that she had to reel this in now, she wondered if there was something more to this than originally conceived. But that would be too critical of her, wouldn't it? He really was a cute kid and she wanted nothing more than to gather him up in her arms and just snuggle with him. Gah, instincts settle. She trusted too easily, but what was the harm when there were no ill intentions on either side, right? Finally, pulling herself out of her thoughts, she switched to his side of the compartment again, having trusted that she gave enough breathing room to allow him to collect his thoughts and let the little bit of veela magic she had "used" wear off.
Feeling bold again, she took his hand in hers and studied it a moment, pondering how to gently phrase what she was about to say next. The intensity of the room had finally faded away, it was just he and her, and the thumping of his heart. Which she could hear, much too well. She closed her eyes fighting back another particular instinct, unconsciously squeezing the hand she held. "Willow..."
She literally didn't know how to say this, but the words came tumbling out anyways. "Do you trust me?"
He felt the squeeze. Noticed the shift in the room's energy. Willow was a bit scared. Scared of what could happen next. Either in this compartment or at Hogwarts later. Who knows where this could all lead. Perhaps to his damnation. Perhaps to his salvation.
Willow had been walking down a dark path since the beginning. He knew that he had to let a bit of darkness in to fight the darkness around him. But he had to maintain balance. He couldn't give into temptation.
Problem was he wasn't sure where this girl would take him. He had his doubts. This wasn't a person he knew.
She asked if he trusted her, and looking into her eyes erased all of that. Willow trusted her absolutely. This wasn't a girl who would take him down any road so dark he couldn't find his way out. They could help build a better future together. He was sure of it.
"Yes. I do." Willow said, looking into her eyes. He didn't flinch. Didn't stutter. Didn't hesitate.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 15:53:36 GMT
Some knot in her chest vanished and she released a heavy sigh at his admission. She gave a soft, pretty smile and reached up to run her fingers through his hair, a shiver tingling her spine as she did so. Even his hair was soft! What about this kid wasn't perfect? She leaned towards him and kissed him again, this time on the corner of his mouth. It was all she could muster, she wouldn't dare steal actual kisses.
"I'm glad,"
She settled next to him, head resting on his shoulder, listening to the hustle in the corridor of the train. There was still too much activity. Too many people outside. She had a hunch as to his location on the train, just from the stories he used to tell. She smiled softly and chuckled.
"Ok." He said. He felt at peace now, just sitting next to her. Willow imagined the future. All the things he could do better with her by his side. Willow needed a partner. Was this true love? He didn't know. He thought it might be, but it didn't matter. Willow just wanted to be with her. It didn't matter how. But the kisses were nice.
He needed to be with someone who could maybe understand him. Rose might be that for him.
"Rose...let's help each other if we can. Ok?" He said. It felt like an important thing to say.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 16:32:35 GMT
"Let's help each other if we can. Ok?"
She blinked, pulling away and looking at him again, taken aback by that response. It was almost like he was reading her mind, she squinted her eyes at him, probably making a ridiculous looking face. She was sure he wasn't a legilimens, there was just no way. But the things he said and how they resonated with the thoughts she was having. It was... a little bit freaky. To counteract the look she gave him she decided to ruffle his fringe, giving it an even messier look and smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said finally, that smile turning a little sad. "I wish I could explain to you how much that offer means to me. But I agree if you need me for anything. Just let me know. Except for Potions essays; I refuse to help with that."
She laughed then, to break the tension in the room.
Willow got it now. They were both sad people. Both felt lonely. Both so scared of being trapped by the dark. But they both dealt with it differently. She liked playing around, pretending it didn't bother her. He put his nose to the grindstone and worked so hard so that he didn't have to feel anything. When was the last time he had thought about anything other then becoming a great wizard? He couldn't remember.
"It means a lot to me too. Thanks. And don't worry about potions. I might be able to give you a hand with that." Willow said and grinned. He was sure he had smiled over the summer but it felt like ages since he had been this happy. He found someone else in his life. It felt like a relief.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 17:03:14 GMT
"I get the feeling you could. Snape probably doesn't assign ya'll a hundred feet worth of nonsense!"
She laughed again her normal attitude resuming, she grabbed for her bag, pulling out two lunches, plopping one on his lap and tearing into the other, humming happily at the taste of the home cooked food. The only thing would top this was a warm cup of tea... or coffee. She throws her arm across his shoulders and leaned back again against the bench; smiling and snacking on her lunch box. "So, Willow, any secrets? Tell me about yourself. I may divulge something dark and mysterious about myself if your story is good enough?"
She gave a wink and an eyebrow wiggle. She had a plethora of secrets, not just her deepest and darkest.
"That...depends on his mood. Though he does tend to be more generous with Slytherins." He said. Willow helped himself to some more food. All this emotion was exhausting and had made him build up a bit of an appetite. His father always worried about his thin frame, told him he shouldn't be skipping meals to get in more study time, his mother said it was just Fey genetics. Willow suspected they were both right.
"A...a secret huh? Well I guess I have a few." He muttered. He was about to share one that he didn't exactly want to keep secret, he had just learned it was probably better to.
"Uh...ok. Well I-if I tell you this, you promise not to laugh?" He asked. Willow really hoped she wouldn't. He didn't want to be looked down on.
Post by Rose Ameile Hunter on Jun 26, 2018 17:30:41 GMT
She rose a brow. He actually had some sort of actual secret, secret? Eyes wide she paused him a second. She didn't want to make things more awkward than they already were and she had only been mostly kidding.
"You don't have to tell me if you did not want to, I was more or less just asking you to tell me more about yourself."
She gave him a soft smile, "but I mean, if you trust me with such a secret, I promise not to laugh. It'll go to the grave with me."
