 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Then Keighley had better hope that he didn’t lose his accent over the course of years he resided in the United Kingdom. But if Charlie were to seriously think about it, he would say that there was no chance of him doing so; Sweden would always be his home, his accent would always be an integral part of him. Char laughed yet again {honestly, he did that so much with his girlfriend} when Keighley mentioned the toppings. “I’ll just have to spoil you with all the cookie toppings then!” Did she know how much he appreciated her for always being so interested in his life?
Yes, indeed. This young man knew how much Keighley made time for him; it was something he admired about her. It could not be easy juggling him, Olivia, her family, friends and MMA practice. Yet Keighley was always so bouncy and sunshiney. How did she even do it? It was another one of those aspects of her that made her attractive. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Charlie smiled softly. “Maybe you can help me practice by bewitching regular balls to hurtle at me? That way I can practice being a better Beater. Speaking of… Hogwarts has a proper Quidditch Pitch still, yes?” It was known that the Inter House Quidditch matches were no longer a thing. Grabbing some thumb tacks from a small container, Charlie climbed onto his bed to set about getting Thunder’s poster up onto the wall above the bed. “Help, please?” If Keigh could just hold the poster in place? “Now I have twice the reason for wanting to get that license!” |