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SPOILER!!: *wipes brow* phew, that was a close one Quote:
Originally Posted by Callie  Hadley might be dense most of the time, but she could tell when she crossed the line. After she crossed it. She was gifted like that. Or maybe it was the warning Drapes gave. And at that very moment, the warning bells were going off in her head telling her to tread lightly. The ice had gotten dangerously thin. The rest of her brain was telling her to ignore the warnings because it was Drapes.
She was in a conundrum.
"Whatever,", she muttered under her breath. If Drapes had been watching, he would have caught that defiant streak in her building up, itching for the fight, only to deflate a second later, and be replaced by something like exhaustion. Hadley Denaker had lost her fight. Sort of.
"Well, Professor?" Footloose. "How about you get us out of here?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if preparing for the most degrading task imaginable. "Please." Because Merlin knew neither of them wanted to stuck in here longer than necessary. Drapes might try and start a conga line, and no one wanted that. He won?
Of course. A feeling he was used to. He had been waiting to pull the detention warnings out for this one. Though he was rather disappointed that she didn't take it. If anyone gave her a detention and it was James, he'd be quite disappointed. He wanted to be the one who taught her a thing or two about respect. But fortunately for the two of them, she was safe for now. A close call, really. "Good."
And because he was feeling rather generous, he'd let her small bout of protest escape. The muttering was therefore ignored, as he waited for what she had to say next. Quaffle was in her court.
He waited for a moment to see if she'd-- Was that a 'please'? Someone hold the phone, this was historic. So much so that a small smirk made it's way onto James's lips as he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. "Only because you asked so politely," ah, how great it was to be king. So let's see here. Door jammed, yeah? He wiggled the nob just to be sure it wasn't something that could be fixed with physical force.
"We could do this the easy way, send a patronus," he'd give her some options here. "Or we could dig deep, think of some useful spell work... Try sheer force... Get creative..." He looked over at her questioningly. "What will it be, Denaker?"
He was trying to be civil here. Maybe after this the two could get along?
Or she'd disappoint and he'd regret giving her the hand. Opportunities were endless here.
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