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"Ah, but if I thought about it... then it was only because you pushed me toward thinking about it." Leaning away from the wall, toward her, he lowered his voice. "You're a bit of a terrible influence, aren't you, Miss Angel. It seems even angels are capable of having impure intentions. Just as much as they're capable of stealing."
Because yup, Raiden was the innocent party here. Most innocent, pure-minded person in the world, thank you very much. Hehe.
"And how do you propose to make it up to me?" he asked as she turned to give him access to her wings. He ended up murmuring in the vague direction of her ear, close enough so he could be heard without issue, yet not quite so close that he would muss her wings. His left hand brushed over the feathers, feeling exactly how they were attached to the 'wing' structure. If they were attached the wrong way, he couldn't make them flutter without them breaking.
Luckily for her, they were in a good way.
"Well I'll try my best. If I ruin them, you can hex me or something." Then they'd be kinda equal. The prefect straightened a little, and his left hand pressed gently against the small of her back. "Don't move now, okay?"
It took a few quick flicks, and a few quietly murmured spells. More precautionary measures than anything; one to make sure that the wings didn't move enough to break or come apart in any way, one to animate them at the point where they met her back, and then a few carefully placed charms to make the tips of them bend in and out, to help with the illusion of wings that actually worked.
"How's this, then? They're not bothersome?"
He stared at them for more than a moment, wand still held up just in case they decided to go insane. It seemed that they were only going to move gently though, and just enough to hopefully make Nia smile.
"Indeed you're not. I don't think I've ever seen a Quidditch player with wings before. Most stick to brooms." His fingertips touched the edge of the left wing as it moved, letting the feathers brush past. "You'd better make time. Otherwise I'll have to go to the papers and whine a bit, tell them that I charmed your wings in Hogwarts and you forgot all about me." Hehe. Yes, have them writing big long articles about how she'd gotten so famous that she'd forgotten all her friends from her school days. "You're insane if you think you'll escape the paparazzi's notice. Quidditch players get looked at a lot." |