11-14-2011, 12:58 AM
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Mackled Malaclaw
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Originally Posted by Destiny Sweet Merlin!
Carter was thinking about the question a little too long. In fact, he was thinking about it so long, Destiny was beginning to wonder if that was what he meant by that comment in the first place. But if he didn't, it wouldn't have taken so long to answer. Right?
She continued to pull and tug on her hands, trying to free them from his grasp so that she could run away before he answered, but as he started to talk, she stopped completely. Really? He was basing his answer on whether she would share her potatoes with him or not? What did that have anything to do with anything!?
Narrowing her eyes, for about the twentieth time during this conversation, if what they were having could be considered a conversation, she began using her foot to poke at his shins. "Why can't you get your own potatoes?" And, just in case he didn't realize what she was trying to do.. "Can I have my hands back?" Carter finally dropped her hands when she began kicking him. "Hey! What was that for?" How would she feel if he just started randomly kicking her?
Oh right... he still had her hands... Kicks forgiven.
He gaped at her. "Last time I had my own potatoes you felt the need to pour milk into them." And he didn't want to live the rest of his life worrying about his potatoes. "So, you either have to learn to share yours or learn to not sabotage mine." That was simple enough, right?
He then paused for a moment. "We'll also have to figure out how to get a recipe from whichever house elf is in charge of the potatoes at the Slytherin table." he said with a thoughtful nod. "Also. You'll have to hide your chocolate in a cabinet. I want a dog and they're not allowed to have chocolate." he added. He might as well mention that now... "Oh. And Marie promised to send me a cheesecake after every Puddlemere win. So... just a heads up there so you don't get jealous. You can manage that, right?"
Was that it? Well... since he was setting all the terms out there... he might as well set them all out there. "Also... I want to teach my patronus to fetch and I want to teach a suit of armor to tap dance. So... you'll have to be alright with those things."
He rubbed his hands together. "Right. I think that's everything we'd need to discuss beforehand." Unless she had something to say of course. "So what do you say?" Did they have a deal?
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