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I don't usually say this, but is anyone else just through with revising? At this point, if I finish the work or not, I feel like I'm not going to learn anything else.

Anyway, who has plans for Quidditch this weekend? Anyone want to go with me?

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instars - Miss Wallace is a sixth year half-blood Ravenclaw, not on the Quidditch team, feel free to say your character has classes or sees her around school! She also has a bad tendency to get called out for wearing non-regulation shoes, but she cannot help it, she loves her heels!]

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Well, what do you want, then?

Not what they want.

[It's a stupid idea to plan a year and a half ahead, isn't it. Sentimental rather than rational.]

I think I'd like to travel. To Africa, if you're there. Or you could come with me, anywhere. Everywhere. We could practice this summer, if you still want me by then. I'm certain I'll still want you.

You would come with me to Namibia? It's terribly hot, you might not enjoy it.

[But then maybe he would.]

I could travel with you. See what people are inventing using magic around the world.

[Blame his pale complexion on the current climate. He'd handle the heat.]

That sounds like it might be an option.

[His father will hate it.]

[She's very, very quiet for a moment, so still-]

I love you, Robert.

[She's ducking her head, blushing a bright, vibrant red.]

[What exams, what quidditch match.

What.

What's he supposed to do with this girl in his lap what was that a joke what. What.

Don't say what out loud, Robert.

(Maybe he mouths it.)]

I- [Still thinks maybe he's missed something because that can't be right] I do too. Love you. Too.

[And he breathes out quick, trying to check he said all the right words in a vague sort of order.]

I want you to do what you want. Just, somewhere I can reach you.

[She looks up, kisses him, swallows some of those words, and parts and smiles, a real smile.]

You can always reach me. Don't you know that? If you say the word I'll come and find you.

Even if you're being a muggle and answering correspondence in an office square or something?

[He doesn't really know what they do all day.]

I wouldn't do that. I would go and become an engineer. Make things. Build new, tricky little things.

[She shakes her head.]

I don't think I'll go into the muggle, anyway.

I wouldn't give you up. [Though he'd probably be disinherited.] But I think you're too good at making tricky little magics to waste it.

You don't think I could impress you father?

If anyone could, it might be you.

[That's a little flat. It's not him.]

[She shrugs]

It's only my concern if it makes him accept that I'm not going anywhere.

He doesn't need to. [It's dismissive. And Chase doesn't like the subject so he's deliberately focusing attention elsewhere, gathering up the front of Saya's robes into his hands.] I can't believe you're in my bed and we're talking about parents.

I could be in your bed and we could talk about something else.

Like the new broom I've been designing.

[She's joking, though-]

Well, I wasn't suggesting you move. [And somehow his smiles look wickeder when he's trying for innocent.] Oh? What's the grip like?

You boys, it's all broom jokes with you-

[She opens her robe, undoes her tie]

You sit there, be good.

Oh, have you discussed them with your Hufflepuff boyfriend, too?

[But Saya how is he meant to keep his hands to himself when getting a hand under her robes is still somehow exciting and under her jumper - well, there's something remarkably illicit about the feel of scratchy wool against the back of his hand.]

If he got to broom jokes, he would probably pass out-

[She pushes his hand away, not meanly]

I said be good.

[She's pulling her jumper over her head, there's clearly a method to this.]

[But, but.]

I don't want him touching you. Though I suppose you can hold his clammy hand for the match if you must torment him.

[He pauses, watching her.]

As long as he's there when you kiss me afterwards.

What sort of quidditch match do you think this is, if he's doing anything more than holding my hand?

[Which isn't to say much, considering they've made out under the stands at some matches. She unbuttons the top button of her shirt, and then the next.]

You know I really like it when you're jealous and possessive.

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[Match, schmatch.]

Ever. I don't want him touching you ever. Him or anyone else for that matter. As for what kind of match - I had thought it might be one where you wouldn't want me distracted.

[Well, there are some distractions he minds less. Is he still supposed to keep his hands to himself?]

I'm always possessive.

[She unbuttons another, and then another, working her way down her shirt, looking at those buttons.]

Well, I already said yes, and you know I don't like going back on my word. And you're good enough to not fall off your broom if you see a boy sitting next to me, aren't you?

[Her shirt is open, then, a strip of skin just visible]

Of course, but I couldn't be blamed for accidentally knocking a bludger his way.

[He would never. It might hit her. And Merlin. His breathing is a little noiser than it should be in the quiet room.]

Tell me I can touch you now.

Not yet.

[She slides the shirt off her shoulders. Her bra is rather modest, black, and a silver necklace with a spider charm hangs between her breasts.]

You would steal a bat and risk a penalty just for that?