 Twelve million years later... Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
He knew that his comments about the mermaid portrait could only be handled for so long. They both knew that Hady had nothing to worry about when it came to anyone stealing him away from her. Mermaids especially had no hold over him -- he wouldn't be able to deal with the fishy smell and scales. Though, if had to pick between the mermaid and someone like Myrtle (who did fancy him, he assumed), he'd go for the fish.
"Definitely not you," he stated factually with a hint of a teasing tone. "You're rather selfish when it comes to me." Not that he blamed her. He was pretty fantastic, thank you very much.
The talk of future home decor took his mind off the fact that soon Hogwarts would be behind them. It was a day he had been waiting years for, but now the idea felt very strange. In school, he got to see Hady every day. In the real world, well, there was uncertainty there. Pushing those thoughts in the depths of his mind, he continued floating on his back, his eyes gazing up at the tall ceiling.
Goosebumps still remained on his skin when she continued whispering. Frankie was watching her out of the corner of his eye, beginning to piece everything together. She was being so sly, and that kiss wasn't making her any less mischievous. The blond wasn't sure whether to be impressed or frightened by that. He didn't have enough time to make a decision anyway, for his head was suddenly under the water.
After being pushed down, the boy let his body sink downward until his feet touched the bottom of the tub. From beneath the water, a grin had formed on his lips. Two could play that game. Hehe. Without another moment of hesitation, he grabbed one of Hady's ankles and pulled her down before scuttling off to the opposite end of the tub, gasping for air.
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