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Good, because every time he did not bend to her whim she was likely to call him boring…or at least do so until she found a word that pushed a different button that had a more amusing reaction. It really only was a matter of time for that to happen considering how natural they both were at finding those buttons on one another and pushing them just so. Calling it a diary seemed to be close to that satisfactory button so Sage would continue to accidentally call it that on occasion.There was nothing wrong with him having a diary, for the record. Sure, he hadn’t seemed the sort to keep any sort of thing like that so the fac that he did kind of excited her. “I’m restraining myself for the time being,” she shrugged nonchalantly, a bit of foreshadowing hidden between her words that it would not always be that way but there was a time and place for everything and now was simply not that time.Especially not now that he had promised her a sonnet. “For real? You’re serious?” she questioned with a slight lean away from him for the sole purpose of being able to see his face properly because she wasn’t convinced he wasn’t teasing her. Obviously she was not the swooning sort of girl but she would play along with his sarcasm. “Ooooh of cooourse. You’ll have to make sure to open a window and fan me with something or I may just faint from swooning,” she joked in an utterly atrocious accent that was trying to be both Shakespearean and flirty but sounding neither. She was a drummer, not an actress. “Or maybe mouth to mouth to resuscitate me.”
And just like that the playfulness had turned on a knut and an intense crimson crept across her face from one cheek and over the bridge of her nose to the other cheek. She blamed the magazine and it’s quizzes with their pseudo advice for putting ideas in her head. Ideas that had her feeling a little impulsive too. Her impulses, however, were mostly placated by all the new kinds of touch that was happening with their hands and his arm being around her the way it was.”Huh? What? Oh, nothing. I didn’t say anything,” she deflected while sliding the magazine off her lap and to the vacancy beside her. No need to tell him about her research now or even have him take the quiz himself since he seemed to have this part all sorted out already. “Well, obviously. Me too. And I can help make sure you do pass.” Because him failing entirely and having to resit a year was just not acceptable and no she was not bitter still over feeling as though all her time and energy had been wasted on a certain former Hufflepuff crush of hers who had done precisely that after all their OWL preparation. “Would you consider stone instead of tree? I’d really rather you not have your legacy be connected to leaving an open wound that invites the possibility of diseases or pests to enter the tree because you decided to sever its protective layer with Diffindo.” She wasn’t meaning to chastise him exactly but considering her little protest at the zoo over the exploitation of trolls for entertainment and her rather visceral reaction to confetti used at the Hogsmeade Highland Games…he really shouldn’t be too surprised. “Besides, bowtruckles could attack you as well while you are busy leaving your initials because you just so happened to select their tree. Stones in the castle walls don’t have such defenses.” It really was a win win.
The blush that had faded during conversation brightened slightly as he turned the question back around at her. Yes, if he must know, one of those items on her little list did include something akin to what was happening right now - though when she had written that list it certainly hadn’t been Solomon she pictured beside her and now she couldn’t imagine it being anyone else - but there were a great many other things. “Well…I crossed the biggest one off my list last term,” she haughtily explained with a puffed out chest. “I completed my animagus training, mandrake leaf under the tongue and all.” Which had been the sole reason why she had denied certain people a kiss or two when they had asked her because she was not going to have her efforts go to waste. Eating and speaking were one thing and it had taken her three or four tries with an actual mandrake leaf before succeeding in the month timeline, but snogging was a whole other thing she could not let herself be distracted by. “It’s an Alpine ibex, for the record. The form I take. That was what…the whole hoof thing was about at the feast,” she elaborated while giving his hand a squeeze and trying out tracing his palm with her thumb a little. “Training under Professor Carton put everything else on pause for a couple of terms so…I intend to make the most of this last term.” Which included such items as going on a date (check), cuddling for the first time with someone not her family (check), having her first kiss…
Sage’s eyes shifted from looking out at the passing countryside to his face, those impulses kicking in and no mandrake leaf holding her back. Which is why she started leaning up and in to make good on that proclamation she had just made about the term…when suddenly she heard the door to the compartment fly open (because of course it did) and the sight of two girls (one with curls that looked as though they could swallow her entire head and a blonde girl who looked as though she wanted to be anywhere but where she stood now). Sage barely had time to glare or tell them to find another compartment when the blonde insisted they go check out the food trolley and then the duo disappeared from sight entirely. “...should have locked the door,” she mumbled mostly to herself before attempting to laugh it off and turned her gaze back to Solomon. “Anyway, as I was saying…wouldn’t you like to know,” she smiled, cheeks puffing and eyes squinting due to the exaggeration of said smile while she used his own words against him.
And he would certainly be finding out about a couple more of these items soon…as in…tonight, hopefully. Though she might leave him out of the loop with some of her more ambitious climbing and parkouring ambitions - those were just for her.
Heart racing still from the surprise (not to mention confusing) interruption, Sage rested her head on Solomon’s shoulder and decided to just enjoy her little mic drop moment for a little as the anticipation for the team ahead kept her heart racing and skipping occasional beats. It was surely going to be a seventh year to remember.
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