Abraxan
Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8)
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year
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| ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf SPOILER!!: Maggie, from the street Quote:
Originally Posted by Lislchen Zeke better not be calling the shop 'revoltingly cutesy' out loud.
Either way, they were getting closer to their destination. Soon, soon her ears would be warm again. The rest of her was alright to be honest. They were walking after all and she had cast a warming spell on her boots. So yes, she was MOSTLY warm. Which of course didn't stop her from huddling closer when he offered. How attentive he was. Four for you, Zeke Browne, you go, Zeke Browne.
Summer, though, yes. Maggie had been talking about PROPER summer, like actual heat, lie in the sun and get tan kind of summer. But she didn't argue. Just shrugged against him. "Mhm." Optimism. As for her summer plans, "No, not really." There was something going on with her daddy's side of the family that no one was telling her about so she wasn't sure if she was going to get to go to California again. She would have to figure that out soon. "You? Going to France again?" See, she HAD been paying attention when he'd told her about that before the last summer holidays. He knew when to keep his thoughts to himself... most of the time, so he was prepared to brave the floral and feminine dungeon of high tea. It would be easy enough to ignore the cushions and things when he had Maggie to look at.
And they were nearing their destination. This had its advantages, in that he would be able to see her better, but it also had its disadvantages, in that he wouldn't be required to hold her for much longer, and it was nice keeping her close. Such mixed emotions.
Nevertheless, as the approached the entrance to the tea shop, Zeke opened the door for Maggie to pass through first. It didn't surprise him that she hadn't planned out the future break, it was still a way off, so when the question was returned to him, he shrugged. France though, was a real possibility. "Probably," he supplied, leading her over to one of the 'cute' tables near the wall, but not out of sight of the window. As far as he was concerned this was the best of both worlds. Cosy and private enough with the security of the wall, but also light enough and with a view of the street without having people press their faces up to the window. "Summers in France is.... kind of tradition, I guess," he added casually, pulling her chair out for her. But really, what was the point of a holiday house if on didn't use it on their holidays?
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