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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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[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?

I'd risk my forearm for it.

[Modest or not, he's studying it like scripture.]

Better not, you'd probably hit some poor innocent first year instead.

[She reaches back, undoes her bra, slides it off, carefully.]

Satya Wallace. [Okay he's reaching for her - her waist, but only to let his palms slide upwards - and if she tells him no he's going to have to sit on his hands this is impossible.] You vastly underestimate my aim.

[She lets him, because she's not overly cruel, because she may like to tease but there's only so much she's willing to wait for him to touch her]

I very rarely underestimate you.

Give me a kiss, first.

[His hands curve to meet across her ribcage, thumbs curled upwards into the space between her breasts. He's no expert in this but, like other things, tries to be a quick study.]

Gladly.

[The wait has made him forceful about it. A hard sort of a kiss with the edge of his teeth catching her lip.]

[She kisses him back with that same intensity although a little less edge, and one of her hands goes to guide his to cup one breast]

Just so I have all the rules square - I shouldn't let him do this, right?