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Vinnie couldnt help but smile at Louis' comment. That was pretty deep, coming from a boy too. Somehow he was a lot different to boys she knew. What made it refreshing to spent time with him, she liked it. „But sometimes you dont want the memories to last“, the girl said,“ sometimes you do regret. So i'd rather not start at all.“ That wasnt entirely true, cause the idea of having someone was nice. Maybe she was just a little damadged. But she wouldnt go there, not now. Nope.“I always want another one“, the brunette grinned and gulped down the last bit of butterbeer left in the bottle in her hand.
Destroy kingdoms with her tongue? Was he alright? „ You are crazy“, the Slytherin chuckled,“ i dont want to destroy i want to heal. You know what i said about the surgeon? Yep, still on about that.“ It was a dramatic example and maybe a little over the top but it was true.Some people needed a reality check and that always hurt but was for their best.
„So if a guy doesnt like pillows and kittens he isnt able to love me?“, the Slytherin rearranged his thoughts and chuckled. What if she liked guys with tattoos that played in rock bands and spit on the floor?“I am into bad boys, Bolton“, she winked,“ i dont think they like kittens and pillows. More beer and destroyed jeans.“ Besides that love was a big word...a big word not to be discussed right now. No need to ruin their lovely get together. „You know your girlfriend is lucky, you seem like such a teddy“, she winked.
Little cherub was the perfect nickname for Louis though. She constantly wanted to pinch his cheeks and pet his head. Thats what you did with cherubs wasnt it?“It cant be that bad cause you are laughing," the brunette winked,“ what about exciting cherub then?“ But that sounded like a bad...movie. A bad movie they shouldnt watch. Ever. If he prefered that though, Vinnie was in. Anything to make the little exciting cherub happy, she was such a good pet mama. „You should only keep it if your girlfriend likes tickles“. That was very important cause if she didnt...they couldnt kiss while he had that beard thing going on....and what benefits did a relationship have if it not getting to kiss the person that made your heart beat faster.
Vinnie couldnt help but laugh as her cutesy friend pushed himself back on the sofa. She wasnt gonna attack him, what did he think? Haha, adorable.“ I am not gonna kill you no need to escape“, the girl giggled. Oh no, she giggled. She hated when she did that, so girly and stupid. As she saw him jump after her little poke the fifth year couldnt help but laugh. „You're so sensitive, awww.“
What was wrong with the amen in church? Not that she went to church...she didnt even believe in god but that expression was just as awesome as canoodling. Caanooodling. Snort. „ I do“, she nodded,“ i play drums. I used to play in a band, the glowing pixies.“ Those were the glory days...but then life changed and now she drummed on chairs and tables. Not quite the same. Look at that...all manly Louis gulped up his beer. Oh la la.
Vinnie just laughed as he held up her foot in the air. They didnt have thaaat much butterbeer did they? The question really was, was this the butterbeer making her hold up her foot for her friend to smell or was it just her, being stupid? As always? The Slytherin just waited in her position until she finally saw Louis leaning in. Hah this was actually happening. Good for Louis her feet didnt smell...otherwise he might be traumatised. She couldnt help but giggle as he kept sniffing her foot, she probably was the most ticklish person ever. Gladly he didnt sniff her sides...that would be deadly.
„Very pleasently scented feet?“, Vinnie laughed,“how much butterbeer did you have before you met up with me huh?“ Not that she had smelled her feet herself, cause quite frankly she wasnt that flexible, but that seemed to be a bit...over the top. Hehe. And then it happened, he tickled her. „Looouuuiiisss“, she laughed almost falling off the sofa,“ i-i-i am tickliiiissh“. Oh no she would regret telling him...
Louis sighed softly, examining Vinnie’s expression with woozy curiosity. What had happened to the girl that had turned her into such a downer? And though he didn’t much agree with her point of view, he respected her enough to keep his mouth shut. One day she would learn to see things more brightly. Maybe. Hopefully. For now, he’d just watch as she denied herself the opportunities she deserved.
Ohymgosh, the SURGEON THING.
Louis nearly spit out his butterbeer as he remembered the girl’s ridiculous comparison. It had nearly brought him to tears when she first mentioned it at the Leaky Cauldron, and it worked just as effectively now. It took the Gryffindor a few long minutes to finally regain his composure and breath. “Healing with brutal honesty… I think I can support that political campaign,” he decided with a nod.
As Vinnie seemed to miss the point of his earlier advice, Louis furrowed his eyebrows slightly and shook his head. The gesture made him a little dizzy. “No, no… I don’t mean literally that. What I’m saying is— try not to waste time on people who…” the boy trailed off for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. It wasn’t easy when his head was buzzing. “People who deny the things they really like, y’know? Because they think they’re embarrassing or won’t measure up to someone else’s expectations…” he trailed off again, not sure he was getting his point across. Any other day, Louis would've made a greater effort to more clearly explain himself. Tonight, however, the butterbeer kept him from caring too much. “Forget it.” He smiled and shook his head, taking another long sip from the bottle in his hand.
A stupid grin lit up his face when Vinnie mentioned his girlfriend. “Hm. I’m glad you think so… Hope she agrees.” Though he felt pretty sure she did. That’s what he liked about Delilah; she didn’t hold back when it came to making the boy feel appreciated. He really hoped he had the same effect on her.
“I’m laughing because it’s awful!” said Louis just as he burst out laughing again. No, but seriously? Little Cherub?
Exciting Cherub?! This just went from bad to worse! “C’mon, I’m sure you can think of something that doesn’t make me look like a fat baby on a Victorian Valentine’s card…” Or just Lou, maybe? He liked ‘Lou’. And it certainly beat all the other silly nicknames his friends had given him. Starting with ‘Little Cherub’.
Only if the mrs. liked tickles? “I’ll have to put it to the test then,” said Louis with a thoughtful expression. It almost seemed like he had genuinely forgotten he DIDN’T in fact have a beard.
Louis was snapped from his invisible-beard-stroking thoughts as Vinnie… what was that?
Giggled? He’d heard the girl laugh plenty of times before, but this was definitely a new sound. It was quite melodious, actually, what a shame she didn’t do it more often. “You sound like a little girl,” he teased, catching the brief look of uneasiness that crossed her features when she realized what she’d done. “Like a tiny, ickle little girl.” Yeah Lou, ‘cause teasing the poor girl about her giggling was going to make her do it more often. Drunken!Lou seemed to have a devious streak, it seemed.
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band? Vinnie McFay was a former band member? Louis raised his eyebrows, impressed. “What ever happened with that? Have you tried starting a new band here?” Vinnie had proved to be quite the social butterfly, surely it wouldn’t be very difficult to gather a few other people who also played instruments?
“You did it again,” Louis pointed out with a teasing smirk as Vinnie giggled when he smelled her foot. Yeah, he’d kind of made a game now of counting how many times his Slytherin friend would giggle through the rest of their little hang-out.
The girl’s following laughter at his comment only got Louis to laugh along, his eyebrows raising in confusion. “What? It’s true! Would you rather I lied and told you you have an athlete’s foot?” he said, shaking his head with an amused smile. He leaned comfortably back into the couch, taking another sip of his butterbeer as Vinnie fell into a fit of laughter. Ticklish, huh? Oh, this was gooooood information. Thank you very much for the tip, McFay.
“Don’t worry, you're safe,” he assured her with an innocent smile. “…So long as you don’t call me ‘Little Cherub’ again."