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Originally Posted by
HazelStone101
"Caelius!" Jayden laughed, as he came down to sit beside her. "I swear, I need to get some kind of tracker for you! You're all over the place!" She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with pure joy and adoration. She and Cael had had a good summer together, it was almost as if time hadn't gone by at all... but here they were... one year later. Still together.
"Hmm... I wonder if they got their elf problem figured out..." She whispered into his ear before kissing his neck briefly.
"Sorry I lost you back at the carriages, seems I'm off in my own world tonight," he whispered contritely. She seemed... better. Maybe she'd taken his advice to heart.
"Seems like it. Would have been a shame to try to eat off dirty dishes again, hm?" he laughed, playing with the ends of her hair indulgently as she showered him with affection. He couldn't ever see himself getting tired of her, she just had so much
joie de vivre; it was almost infectious.
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Originally Posted by
kayquilz
Taylor.
"Ah, we both have male names. curious, isn't it?" she asked as she shook her hand.
She continued to smirk as the girl said she had transferred from Beauxbatons.
"Really? I visited there, before I came here. It was between there and here...and well, obviously I chose Hogwarts. What made you leave?" she asked, genuinely curious. Beauxbatons was so...classy. Even Elliot had to admit that.
Elliot looked up, and saw the shiny prefects badge. She merely waved at the girl and smile. She looked vaguely familiar, and Elliot definitely remembered seeing her around school last year. She had a weird name...
Elliot rolled her eyes, but she smirked. "
What? Am I not good enough for you, Jayden?" she asked sarcastically, reaching to grab a glass of water. She was absolutely parched!
Caelius arrived, but Elliot rolled her eyes at his 'grand' entrance. He was such a...Elliot didn't know WHAT to call the kid.
Cael lifted a single brow at Elliot's evident disdain. She'd been somewhat cold the entire day; seems he'd have to help her out of her rut.
Looking down at his nails disinterestedly, he enquired loudly,
"First tongue-tied and now an eye roll, Elliot? Seems your sparring skills leave something to be desired this year... Whoever shall I taunt now that your jabs are merely... mediocre?"
Bring on the Elliot storm.