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ArianaBlack · 06-06-2016, 04:43 PM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

"Oh, so a silk nightgown then?" Nana said, her face completely impassive. He wasn't the only one quick-witted one, it just took Nana some time to get into that mindset, but once she did, well, she was sure she could hold her own against the CoMC professor. Reaching out for the tea pot, Nana poured herself a cup of tea. She shouldn't have been surprised by the color, after all, James was English and all they seemed to bleed black tea, but she was a bit disappointed. Well, it wasn't green, but it was tea and that was the important thing. Bringing the cup to her lips, Nana took a long sip, relishing the subtle flavor and the warmth it provided to her bones, it was quite chilly even with the fireplace and her silk pajamas did little to protect her from it.

But funnily enough, she was quite comfortable, despite their banter, and digging and even despite her frustration, Nana found that she was more at ease now in this moment than she had been all week. It was a nice relief, to let go and just... talk to someone she actually respected and held in good esteem. It was just too bad it had to be James Draper.

She wanted to kindly ask him to wipe that infuriatingly smug look from his visage, but it seemed her own previous words had just that effect. Her dark eyes glittered as James' seemed to widen. Ahhhh victory, it was sweeter than any dessert Nana had ever tasted... Except... There was a bitter tang to all this. She'd just used a date with herself as a threat, and it seemed to be have worked, was the idea of seeing her in a less formal setting really so disgusting? Nana didn't have much time to muse, for James had recovered and his next words threw the witch for a loop.

Friday... Is perfect.
No. No. She absolutely must have misheard him. "I'm sorry?" She blinked, her teacup posed infant of her lips, her dark eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. This was not happening, Nana absolutely refused to believe it. Damn him, he was supposed to have stepped down, not stepped up. Maybe if she stared at him long enough the man would realize what he'd said and hurriedly take it all back.

"How did you know?" a playful grin graced his lips, though he was disappointed in her lack of a reaction. A silk nightgown wasn't exactly the image he had been hoping to draw out for her imagination, but surely he'd look great in one of those too. So he decided to entertain her quip.

It was an interesting game the two of them were playing here sat at a table in the kitchens. It was almost as intense as a game of muggle tennis, even. Where the ball would fly from one side of the court to the other in constant oscillation. One wrong move from either player could result in losing the advantage. If this were tennis, James was losing at a score of Advantage Out. Which meant one more strike against him and he'd have thrown in the entire game.

Except much like the rest of the night, he was hit with another surprise. Or maybe it was Nana who had been hit with surprise this time, as her questioning tone bled of disbelief. And just like that the game was back at Deuce. At this point his only reasonable option was to keep it going. He couldn't risk the vulnerability that came along with being the disadvantaged player and the ball was in his court. It didn't help that Nana held him under an unrelenting gaze. "Friday is perfect," he repeated, with an inward, uncharacteristic panic. The ball was in play. "Unless you can't wait that long?" Fortunately, he had a strong backhand.

He leaned back in the back of his chair and popped the rest of the date into his mouth. Easy. That was too easy.

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ArianaBlack Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,708 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black "Oh, so a silk nightgown then?" Nana said, her face completely impassive. He wasn't the only one quick-witted one, it just took Nana some time to get into that mindset, but once she did, well, she was sure she could hold her own against the CoMC professor. Reaching out for the tea pot, Nana poured herself a cup of tea. She shouldn't have been surprised by the color, after all, James was English and all they seemed to bleed black tea, but she was a bit disappointed. Well, it wasn't green, but it was tea and that was the important thing. Bringing the cup to her lips, Nana took a long sip, relishing the subtle flavor and the warmth it provided to her bones, it was quite chilly even with the fireplace and her silk pajamas did little to protect her from it. But funnily enough, she was quite comfortable, despite their banter, and digging and even despite her frustration, Nana found that she was more at ease now in this moment than she had been all week. It was a nice relief, to let go and just... talk to someone she actually respected and held in good esteem. It was just too bad it had to be James Draper. She wanted to kindly ask him to wipe that infuriatingly smug look from his visage, but it seemed her own previous words had just that effect. Her dark eyes glittered as James' seemed to widen. Ahhhh victory, it was sweeter than any dessert Nana had ever tasted... Except... There was a bitter tang to all this. She'd just used a date with herself as a threat, and it seemed to be have worked, was the idea of seeing her in a less formal setting really so disgusting? Nana didn't have much time to muse, for James had recovered and his next words threw the witch for a loop. Friday... Is perfect. No. No. She absolutely must have misheard him. "I'm sorry?" She blinked, her teacup posed infant of her lips, her dark eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. This was not happening, Nana absolutely refused to believe it. Damn him, he was supposed to have stepped down, not stepped up. Maybe if she stared at him long enough the man would realize what he'd said and hurriedly take it all back. "How did you know?" a playful grin graced his lips, though he was disappointed in her lack of a reaction. A silk nightgown wasn't exactly the image he had been hoping to draw out for her imagination, but surely he'd look great in one of those too. So he decided to entertain her quip. It was an interesting game the two of them were playing here sat at a table in the kitchens. It was almost as intense as a game of muggle tennis, even. Where the ball would fly from one side of the court to the other in constant oscillation. One wrong move from either player could result in losing the advantage. If this were tennis, James was losing at a score of Advantage Out. Which meant one more strike against him and he'd have thrown in the entire game. Except much like the rest of the night, he was hit with another surprise. Or maybe it was Nana who had been hit with surprise this time, as her questioning tone bled of disbelief. And just like that the game was back at Deuce. At this point his only reasonable option was to keep it going. He couldn't risk the vulnerability that came along with being the disadvantaged player and the ball was in his court. It didn't help that Nana held him under an unrelenting gaze. *"Friday is perfect,"* he repeated, with an inward, uncharacteristic panic. The ball was in play. "Unless you can't wait that long?" Fortunately, he had a strong backhand. He leaned back in the back of his chair and popped the rest of the date into his mouth. Easy. That was too easy. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!