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Edmond patted her on the back. "That's it!" he smiled, "Don't let anyone put you down." he encouraged.

"Yeah, my family is pureblood too," hence the name Malfoy, "But, I've never been to the muggle world." he admitted. It was all because of his father and well their pride too.

"Hey, mine too, in fact all of my family has been in Slytherin..." he slightly frowned, "Well, except for me...something went wrong I guess." and the Sorting Hat was very very dumb. "You're lucky to be in Slytherin." he commented.

"I suppose..." She lied, "Gryffindor is lucky to have you," She said.
"So what have you been doing lately?" She asked calmly.

Edmond had a gift to see when people weren't saying the truth and that said gift was telling him that about Ever. "What's wrong, don't you like being in Slytherin? he asked. "Gryffindor may be lucky, but I'm not." he was supposed to be in Slytherin.

"Just wondering around the castle." he grinned, "It's one of my favorite pass times, but I always get lost." he chuckled, "How about you? Ed asked.

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Originally Posted by Damian_Malfoy

Edmond had a gift to see when people weren't saying the truth and that said gift was telling him that about Ever. "What's wrong, don't you like being in Slytherin? he asked. "Gryffindor may be lucky, but I'm not." he was supposed to be in Slytherin.

"Just wondering around the castle." he grinned, "It's one of my favorite pass times, but I always get lost." he chuckled, "How about you? Ed asked.

"Eh, it was just so expected of me to get sorted into Slytherin. I'm a rather spontaneous person...I'm supposed to break expectations and set new ones. But I'll live, I've made many friends from other houses - like you - so it doesn't really matter to me." She sighed.
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with Gryffindor," she reassured him, "It means you're brave and strong." She smiled. She was quite afraid of many things actually...Spiders, the dark, mean people, dark wizards...
"I got lost the other day," she recalled, "I ended up in the Fifth Floor Corridor, even though I'd started out on the First Floor Corridor, and I don't remember climbing any stairs..." Weird. Luckily Adam had been there or she might've sat there and cried for hours. "The stairs move, in my defense," she laughed at herself. Now she just sounded silly. "So what do you do in your free time?" She kept firing away questions like an interviewer.

"It was expected of me too, to be in Slytherin, but that didn't happen." he grinned. "What house would you have chose if it wasn't because of expectation?" he asked.

"Thanks." Edmond said, grinning, but he wasn't all that brave. No he was a coward because he couldn't stand up to his father. "I guess I'll get used to it in time." yeah, that's all he needed...time.

"The same thing happened to me on the first day. I thought I was never going to see the light of day again." he chuckled. "Oh I know, those stairs are crazy. I don't think they like us very much." it was true. Everytime he got on there they would move away from his destination.

Edmond thought about her question. "I usually go out side, or to the lake with Feenella." yup that was his favorite pass time. "How about you?" he asked.

After hurrying up all the flights of stairs to the very top floor, Cosette ran a hand up and picked out the final last flurry of snow from her blond hair, flicking the snow off and on the ground. Shaking out her hair, she ran her hands up through the messy tress', smiling as she fixed her now disgruntled mane. She always liked her messy hair than her more constructed look. Giving Noel, who was behind her, a small smile, she thought of the perfect place for the room to look like. Finding the perfect match, she opened her eyes and saw the door to the room. "Ready?" She smiled before taking his hand in hers and opening the door.

After walking into the room, she smiled, recognizing everything. There were books lined upon every wall of the room, lined in dark mahogany bookshelves that lead all the way up to it's high ceiling. Persian rugs laid on the floors underneath a few posh marble topped end tables that held classic antiques. Two medium sized couches with dark wood workings and crimson crushed velvet cushions and throw pillows sat in the middle of the room, along with a coffee table with a few Quidditch Magazines and old Daily Prophets. In the far corner stood a large black piano, shining from the light of the flickering candle wall sconces.

Standing and smiling, she turned to look at Noel. "Welcome to what my personal zantuary lookz like at 'ome." Indeed, this was the exact look-alike to her library at home. Every inch of it was what she practically lived in on a daily basis. When she wasn't in her room or out on the grounds and terrace of her families estate, she was in here. Releasing her hand from his, she did a little twirl, her arms out wide, a smile on her face. She believe she could be herself around him. To let down her harsh exterior walls and be.. real. "I study, play my muzic, write, paint, live, in thiz room." Her smile was big and she felt almost at home, back in France. It gave her a comforting feeling.

Apparently it was someplace that Cosette was excited about, because he had to jog to keep up with her once they made it to the castle. It just made him more excited about it as well, the large smile on his face being evidence of that. Not even minding the seven flights of stairs they had to go up to even get to this room, since he was pretty much used to it by now, he slowed down a bit to a walk when it seemed they were here. But, where was the door?

Ready? Ready for what? Wait, that door wasn’t there before. The bemused expression did not disappear even as Cosette took his hand, pulling him inside the room. What he saw…well he was blown away really. Everywhere else in the castle was medieval looking but this, this was something else. This was magnificent. "Your personal zantuary?" he asked in awe. "Zis iz amazing." Oh and there was a piano!

Smiling as he witnessed a rather cute twirl, courtesy of Cosette, he walked over to the sleek black instrument in the far corner and sat down on the bench, his fingers running lightly over the white and black keys. "Do I get to hear you play?" There was a piano here, oui. He wanted to hear her play!

He should have thought to grab his guitar before coming in here.

Cosette beamed a smile at him, nodding her head at his words. She moved her arms back down to her sides, letting her personal enjoyment scream in her head instead of actually doing it. It wasn't just a couple of months ago she was in this room, reading almost all her books, studying before she came here to Hogwarts. She wanted to be top of the class. If she ever went to class, that is. "Oui. My pere designated this room juzt to me." Anyone who would disturb her, besides her father and brother, would definitely get a scolding. Unless she brought them here herself. "I mizz my library."

Noticing him make his way over to the piano, she sat on the arm of one of the sofas, taking off her scarf and jacket. She tossed the items of clothing on the sofa before unzipping her thigh high black boots. Her feet were dying after all those flights of stairs. Tossing them on the ground, she flexed her toes under her socks before walking over to him and the piano.

He seemed to really like it. It looked almost like hers back home. Running her slender pale fingers on the top of the black top, she slid onto the bench next to him. With a smirk on her lips, she leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. "Only if you zay pleaze." Might as well have him grovel a little bit. Maybe she can get a little out of him.

"You will see it again zoon." He smiled over at her, his finger accidentally tapping on one of the keys a bit too harder and causing it to play it’s tune, making him jump just a bit. Oops! Flushing slightly, he retracted his hands from the keys and set them on the edge of the bench instead, watching Cosette start to take off her boots. How did girls do it? Wear that stuff? It looked extremely uncomfortable.

As she walked over, his eyes trailed back down to the keys, tempted to run his fingers over them again. They were smooth! Unlike his guitar strings. Well, maybe the smallest one on the guitar, but not like the others. Say please? Smiling a smile that reached his eyes, Noel turned his head to look at Cosette. He could say please. "S'il vous plaît…" he said softly, leaning over and placing a just as soft kiss on her lips. "…Cosette." Hmm, oui?

Now will she play?

Hearing the loud note from the piano and his sudden jump, Cosette let out a small giggle at him. He was cute, even more with that little flush showing on his cheeks. Shimmying in her spot on the bench, she rested her sock covered feet onto the pedals underneath the piano, feeling the gold cold pedals send a shiver up her legs. Goodness, she hadn't expected that. "I can't wait. You zhould vizit zometime. You are very cloze, afterall." He had said he lived in Bordeaux as well, he might as well visit and see the real Library she had. This one didn't even have the fireplace hers had. Drat, she had forgotten that detail in thinking of this room. Silly her.

After her plea, her eyes watched him as he turned and gave her another kiss. Mm he knew she had wanted one, aye? Smiling, she moved her smooth lips against his as well. This was a very nice feeling she could definitely get used to. She did want that. Pulling away, even though she didn't want to, she smiled and tapped her index finger on his nose. "Now, I play."

Brushing her fingertips lightly across the keys, getting a feel of them, she took in a deep breath. Her chest rose slightly and then lowered when she exhaled. She ran her hands up and tucked back a few strands of her hair behind her ears, thinking of the perfect warm-up piece. Closing her eyes, she placed her fingers back on the keys. "I will play a song I learned over ze summer. It'z called 'Liz on Top of Ze World'" It had been in a muggle movie she had watched on the television, out of boredom. But surprisingly, she had loved the music.

Opening her eyes and giving him a smile, she began to play.

Of course he’d visit. Did they not live rather close to eachother? "Whenever you want me to." He would definitely like to see her during the Summer time when school was out. No worries of homework, studying, or the tournament to plague his mind. He was free to think clearly! Not that that would change all that much during the Summer if he was around Cosette. She already made him have trouble thinking clearly.

Squishing up his nose when she tapped it, he chuckled before growing silent. Right before she started to play, Noel quickly took off his jacket and scarf tossing them both to the side before looking back over to her, or her hands to be specific, as she started to play. Her touch seemed light and quick on the keys, but yet, the melodious tune still swept through his ears and echoed throughout the room. Smiling, it was only half a minute into the song before his gaze trailed up to Cosette’s face instead, watching her expression as she played.

His smile disappeared slowly to a serious expression, since he was too concentrated on her and the music at the moment, but he was anything but serious at the moment. Everything was too beautiful to be serious.

When she had finally finished the song, Cosette let her fingers linger on the last keys, her foot pushing down on one pedal, letting the final two chords linger around the large room. Her eyes closed, taking in a small breath before opening them once more. Lightly taking her fingers off the keys, her face broke out into a small smile, her eyes soft and gentle. She always felt calm after playing. It gave her a sense of peace and ease. Him sitting next to her did that as well.

Turning to face him, she noticed his jacket and scarf on the floor and a serious expression on his face. "Viola." She chuckled, putting her hands up by her face and wiggling them. She thought the warm up went rather well. She didn't stumble on any of the keys and she had stayed in tempo. She did have a good reason to make sure she played the best she could. "I 'ope you liked it!" She really did. Pride in things she was good at always made her hope she did her best. Mostly in her music, her studies, and in her spell work. If she was in a duel, she wanted to come out victorious.

Running her hands down, she smoothed out her silver speckled sweater. She didn't know what to do or say, for a first. Her gray eyes lingered up and held his, not moving or hardly breathing for that matter. It was just him and her.

As she smiled, so did he; the little grin on his face with eyes full of amazement and adoration. She had played that song perfectly. He wasn’t familiar with it though, but he knew he’d want to hear it again. Laughing quietly, he moved his head back just a tad before taking her hands in his and lowering them, squeezing them just the slightest. "It was…genius. Vraiment parfait. Je l'ai aimé." He really did. Being quite aware of how silent it seemed now in the room except their breathing, his blue eyes lingered on her grey ones, the song still ringing in his ears.

Letting go of her soft hands, he smiled again before turning his gaze down to the keys. They were confusing just sitting there. He couldn’t imagine learning playing a song on it, much less learn where his hands went (there were so many keys!) and adding the peddle things at the bottom into the mix? Running his hands over it as if he were going to play, he shook his head and let his hands fall to his lap. He’ll just stay with guitar.

"What ozer songs do you know?" He’d like to hear another one! "If only just one more." The piano’s harmonious sound was too good to have stopped. In the right hands of course. If he played, it’d probably sound like a cat dying or something similar of the sort.

Seeing him finally smile, Cosette smiled as well. She had a small sliver of doubt in the back of her mind thinking he would have hated it and stormed off! Sill of her to think that, she knew. But she always had doubts, even if her hard exterior and confidence masked that. Letting out a reassuring sigh, she wiped off her brow with the back of hand, a chuckle escaping her. She felt like a silly cartoon character. "Really? Thank goodnezz!" She laughed, her eyes closing dreamily.

Sighing, she opened them to feel his hand warm around hers. Mm, that felt nice. He wanted to hear more? Smiling, she felt his hand move over to keys. "I can teach you over ze summer, if you want to learn." Her eyes twinkled at the prospect. She always loved to teach others. If she didn't want to go into the Hit Wizard business, she would love to be a teacher. Like him. Moving her fingers over the keys, she picked up both his hands and held them within hers, even if his hands were way bigger. "Oui, I shall play anozer one. Just becauze itz you." Her smile grew wide before she bent her head and kissed his hands.

Turning back towards the piano, she thought of another song. Something else that was rather simple. She wasn't going to wow him out of the park just yet. A different occasion would be more fitting. Flexing her long fingers, she placed them on the keys once more, her feet moving down by the pedals as well. "Thiz one iz called 'River Flows In You'" She gave him a simple wink before closing her eyes once more and taking in another breath.

Remembering the notes and sheets in her mind, she started to hit the keys, her fingers dancing across the keys and hitting the pedals with her feet, her eyes closed and head swaying to the music.

Did she think he’d not like it? Him? Someone who loved music as much as the air he breathed? Aw well, she probably didn’t know he loved music that much. Any kind really. Or at least the music he was able to get a hold of at least.

"Teach me to play ze piano? You must be crazy." He joked, bumping her shoulder gently with his own and shaking his head. "Only if you have amazing patience." Studying and spells was one thing, but instruments were another whole concept entirely. His mind was already set to the guitar. How easy would it be for him to learn the piano? Besides, if Cosette was teaching him, he’d not be able to pay attention all that much to the keys.

Feeling her hands on his own, and then her lips, Noel grinned before making a sound that could have been a rather short chuckle. "Special privileges?" he asked before settling down and listening carefully to the music being played.

Lifting his left arm, he placed his elbow on the upper part of the piano and leaned his head against his hand, content with watching both Cosette’s hands playing across the keys and her just in general, all the while listening to the music. Now this is how he’d want to spend his days.

After the lingering last note bellowed from the large instrument, Cosette fluttered her eyes open, feeling herself almost come back into her body. She always felt like, when she played, her body just moved with the music, playing the keys and pedals. Merely just being a puppet to the music. Turning her head to look at him, she smirked, noticing his stance. Did he just stare at her as she played. "Earth to Noel?" She waved a hand in front of his face, chuckling as she did so. He seemed so spaced out. "Get lost a little bit zere?" Joking she stuck her tongue out before getting up from the bench and frolicking off to the sofas.

Plopping down in the velvet plush, she swung her legs over onto the sofa and nuzzled her head into one of the pillows. Now this was cozy and snug. "You don't zink I can teach you?" She called over, hoping he would come and join her. Maybe even sit with her and snuggle. Now she did want that. Mmm. "I believe I could. I.. 'ave some patience." That was stretching it. Spells and potion making, that was something she could deal with. Maybe teaching wasn't something she should do. Catching bad guys? Yes. "Now if you taught me ze guitar, I might not 'ave patience." Or maybe she could develop some. If she wasn't staring at him and not the instrument.

She raised her eyebrows and put a finger to her lip, feigning a thoughtful look. Special priveledges eh? She did like the sound of that. "If I zaid yes, what of it?" Her smile turned impish before she reached down to her pants and rolled up her left pant leg, revealing her knee high socks. A slender bulge came out in the back of it. Unrolling an inch of the sock, she slid out her wand and reached over and placed it on the coffee table. It had been bothering her. Rolling her pant leg back to it's original place, she let out a sigh. "I am wandless." She threw her hands up, giving a very 'damsel in distress' look on her face.

He barely noticed the last note being played, too focused on Cosette, but in his mind, the song was still continuing to play. It was just more of a visual music than one you listened to.

"Hmm?" he hummed, blinking a few times as a hand was waved in front of his face. "Oh, non." Lost? No. Maybe. Sorta. "Maybe just a little bit…" he chuckled in agreement, sitting up straight and watching her as she moved from the bench. Standing up himself, Noel went over and picked up his scarf and jacket, folding them up rather slowly since his attention was elsewhere. "Some patience won’t do." He smiled as he walked nearer, laying the jacket and scarf on the couch opposite her. Teaching someone an instrument would need a lot of said patience, and teaching him would need a universe full of it.

Grinning, he leaned his hands against the couch. "No patience for ze guitar? Not even if I was teaching you?" He was a good teacher, if he do say so himself. He could probably have her playing songs in no time! If he didn’t get distracted and…Maybe he wouldn’t be able to teach her then.

What of it? Hahaha, what of it…wait, what was she doing? Taking off her socks? No, it was her wand. Out of instinct, he mentally remembered where his own was before shaking the thought out of his head. He didn’t need to remember. Cosette wasn’t going to hex him or anything, right? Watching the wand roll just the slightest as it was placed on the coffee table, his eyes flickered back over to she lay, the grin reappearing on his face. Indeed she was wandless. "You know…" he started to say quietly, moving around the couch and towards the once Cosette currently claimed as hers. His hand moved down towards her wand however, his fingertips just brushing the slightest over it before it seemed her changed his mind. "You give me no room to sit if you’re laying like zat."

With a sudden mischievous smirk, he quickly slid his arms under her legs and middle of her back before lifting her up and twirling them around so he was able to sit down. She just happened to end up on his lap, yet a little on the couch as well. "Zere. Much better." Pushing his shoes off with his feet, he wiggled his toes which were covered with his black socks before settling down into the comfy pillows of the couch.

Comfy. "What will you do now?" She having no wand and being in his unwavering grasp. Hehe.

After twiddling her fingers to herself, Cosette noticed him get up from the bench. She guessed her playing just sent him into a stupor or something! Maybe she could do that when she goes into the business? Nah, piano playing to seduce a dark wizard probably wouldn't really work. Seduction though probably would, just leave out the piano. Smiling, she looked over to see him folding his jacket and scarf on the other sofa next to her jacket and ecetera. "Next time I will play a more.. upbeat song." True, she was playing more of the slow and more romantic music. It was always her favorite, even if it did lull some people into a sleepy state. "I don't need you falling azleep on me, oui?" Well.. metaphorically speaking. Now realistically? Maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Hehe.

Running a slender hand through her blond tresses, she gave him a bemused grin at his talk of patience. She could probably muster some patience, if he were to teach her guitar. I mean, learning was one of her favorite things, but she never had a dashingly handsome teacher like Noel teaching her. That would be a problem. She would probably pluck the wrong strings or even break a string! She hear that hurt if they hit you. "I mean, I could try." Her eyes looked up at him with a sly look. She couldn't help that if he was teaching her closely she might just lose it. She was a growing woman after all. "I might just get diztracted, you know?" Him. Her. Close, playing an instrument? It was a recipe for romance!

As she let the wand roll until it hit the silver tray on the table, she noticed the grin and gleam of his eye as he walked over towards her. Oh, he looked almost like a predator stalking his prey. Now normally she was the predator, but now.. she was the prey. This was different for her. One eyebrow raised at his words, he wouldn't attack her would he? Non, she didn't believe he would. He was touching her wand though. She did have fairly good reflexes due to training with her father, she could probably lay him flat on the floor within a blink of an eye, able to get her wand back and strike. But, she knew he was kind and good. "Oh?" Was he wanting to sit next to her? She slid her legs up so they were bent, giving him a little room. "Thiz better?"

"Bonté divine!" His hands slid under her quickly, giving her no time to squirm or move. Butting one hand behind her head and the other around his neck, he plopped down on the couch, sending her to land into his lap. "Monsieur!" She gasped, her features went from complete surprise to amused and smiling. That was out of the blue. Wiggling in his lap, she took her arm out from around her head and intertwined her fingers from behind his neck. Now this was a definite turn of events. Noticing his feet kicking off his shoes, she turned her eyes back to him, noticing their closeness and heat.

Letting out a soft sigh, she fluttered her eyes. "I am purely defenzelez, monsieur. I 'ave no wand, you zee." Her eyes flickered over to where her wand lay. Now she really didn't know what to do. He was so close. "If you take me back to my papa, I am sure we can work this all out." Her mind started to work the gears. She decided to work a little story, a little playful type of thing they could do. If he understood she was acting and being playful. "I 'ave a dowry. You can 'ave it when you take my 'and in marriage." She was smiling while trying to fake a southern accent. She chuckled halfway along her little acting spiel. How would he take this, she wondered.

"I’ll listen to anyzing you play." He smiled, wondering what other songs she knew how to play. Perhaps she knew some that he could play one the guitar. Now that would be interesting. He had never played a duet with anyone before.

Chuckling, however it being a low and deep sound instead of the usual Cosette has heard, he could only agree. Except, his thoughts being just slightly a bit different then hers no doubt. "I don’t zink it’d be any easier for me if you were teaching ze piano." It sounded as though they’d get nothing done if teaching one another something about instruments. It was worth a shot however he realized, perhaps to just end up with the final results.

Feeling her fingers on his neck, them being just a tad bit cooler then his own skin, a little smile played across his lips, all the emotion more in his eyes then a smile itself. The eyes were the window to one’s soul, were they not? And he was rather amused with what she said next.

Noel did happen to glance over to her wand but they returned quite quickly back to Cosette, his expression one of surprise. Of course, he was being a little overdramatic, pulling out his arm from under her legs and raising his hand to his chin, thinking about it. "A tempting offer. Both ze beautiful lady, and a dowry?" He asked, looking up to the ceiling and still ‘thinking about it’. Raising a brow, Noel grinned before staring at her with fake accusation in his blue eyes. "How do I know zis iz not some kind of trap, hmm?" He tried to contain the laugh, but it was proving to be rather difficult. She was doing a rather nice accent to go along with this. If he even tried to do an accent, he'd just burst out laughing from embarrassment.

Cosette's eyes peaked at that. Really? Even if she played something crazy and demented? "What if I play zomething you 'ate?" Like she would want to at all, but without knowing, she would feel bad. She doubt he hated any kind of music, for that matter. Clucking her tongue, she looked around, wondering if she had imagined his guitar anywhere in the room. Drat, she didn't. "Next time, you play for me." She smiled genuinely up at him. She wanted to hear him even more now.

His voice grew a lot deeper moments later. She almost could feel her insides turn into a slight mush. Her back slightly arched at his hand on her back, possibly just from the changing of his voice. Why was he just chuckled in a deeper caliber and she just melted? "Oui. Zough, I would try my best!" She balled up her fist and pumped it into the air, emphasizing that she was a hard worker, even if someone like him would be teaching her in a close proximity. Like right now. "What if I wore a mazk? Zen would you be able to conzentrate on ze keys?" She cocked her head to the side, something she had always done when she was little. For pictures, for getting what she wanted, and just asking questions in general. It was a bad habit.

His eyes almost changed instantly. She peered up at him, noticing that the blue that was normally very normal, was brilliantly bright and shiny. Possibly from the lights in the room. She could see some emotion behind them, but what, she didn't know. She needed to decipher people better, she was still slow on that. "Que pensez-vous?" Her eyes blinking up at him.

She threw both her hands up by her face, looking as innocent as she could be. How could he even accuse her of being a liar! She bit her lip, her eyes looking over to the side. "It iz a good offer," she looked back at him. "What? I would never, kind sir!" She put her hands to her face in a overly dramatic shocking look. "But my darling, you couldn't think of little old me as a liar, could you?" She put a hand to her forehead and batted her black eyelashes up at him. Keeping the southern accent on was hard, her french was slowly creeping into it. All the while, she couldn't keep a small smile on her face. "A handsome dowry and a blushing bride by your side, is that so hard to fathom?" She reached out her hand to him, bending it at the wrist, trying to make it look like she had a ring on it. Oh she was getting to into it.

Play something he hated? "I doubt you could do zat." He smiled, thinking over it though. The only music he hated was probably ten times better being played on the piano anyways. If he found it better sounding on the guitar, then there was no doubt it’d be good on the piano. His smile widened a little as a small chuckle escaped him, causing his shoulders to shake just the slightest. "You’re right. Next time, I’ll play for you." Darn him for not bringing his guitar! His mind had been elsewhere though.

Noel had no idea when in his life he had smiled and laughed so much in one day. Not since he was little for sure. "Probably not." He replied, moving a strand of hair away from her eyes that he just noticed, and letting his fingers graze he cheek slightly before placing it back on her knee. "I would probably end up envying ze mask. Get nozing done zen." The mask getting to be so close to her and he wasn’t. No, he would get nothing done. His mind would not be focused on the keys. "Bezides, it will take more zen a little mask to make me conzentrate on ze keys." It would most likely end up that she’d not have to be in the room for him to learn the instrument.

The seventh year’s eyes narrowed a bit from his smile widening, growing big enough to reach his eyes as her question passed through his ears. "Just zinking of you…" He murmured after a moment or so, glancing down to his hand on her knee before moving over to her wand on the table, and finally back to her.

Chuckling, he shook his head a tad bit, not being able to get over how cute and innocent she looked at the moment. "You’re right!" he agreed, nodding his head and somehow putting an ashamed and guilty look on his face. "I don’t know why I zought of such a zing." Smirking, he tensed up his shoulders slightly to stretch them, having to pull Cosette closer in the process before relaxing once more. His grasp on her did not relax however. It stayed exactly there as it was. "A blushing bride az beautiful az you, wiz a handsome dowry." He repeated, rising up his hand and taking hers gently, his thumb brushing over where there should’ve been a ring if she had one on.

His smile softened just a bit before his eyes trailed up her arm and back to her face. "It iz too good to be true. Only a fool would decline such an offer." He wouldn’t have accepted just because of a supposed handsome dowry though. The blushing bride would have been more than enough. However, his expression once more turned sly and mischievous, his arms tightening around her just a bit to show that he would not let go. "I don’t zink I want to take you back to your fazer now. I’ll just take you for myself."

Cosette felt herself beaming at him, her smile never ceasing to fall. He had some weird quality about him, it just made her want to smile all the time. She hadn't been this way in a long time. It was oddly comforting since she was so far from home. Well, they were so far from home. "I am glad to 'ear zat!" She could play anything for him! That was something that pleased her. She loved to play all sorts of music. "And you can play wiz your new pick!" She was thoroughly happy to know he liked it. She wanted to see him play with it, hoping it was the right size and stuff.

She let out a small chuckle, wondering if he really would envy a simple mask. She could only imagine if he could envy another guy all over her, or something like that. Feeling his fingers brush her skin, she held onto her breath, keeping her eyes on his fingers as he pushed away a few strands of her hair. "Merci." She breathed lightly, trying to swallow the small lump in her throat. Why couldn't she talk? "Uh, you would be envious of a bunny rabbit mazk?" She bit her lip, still wondering why. Oh.. it would be distracting. "Non. What if I.." She tapped her index finger on her lips, thinking of something that would surely distract him. "Oh, I give up." She giggled, not thinking of anything that would be distracting enough. "I guezz we will just 'ave to no teach echozer ze instruments." She tapped him lightly on the nose, a coy smile on her lips.

She followed his eyes from her, to her wand, and so forth. What was he thinking about her? "Oh?" She was a very curious girl. She wanted to know now. "And what are you zinking about me for?" She swept her eyes closed, slowly. She was always calculating her movements.

She chuckled at his ashamed and apologizing features. He was pretty good at this little.. roleplay thing they were doing. Reaching up, she cupped the side of his face with her hand, softly and gently. "Don't worry, I won't think anything less of my handsome beau." She smiled sweetly, wanting anything more to just kiss him. No, restrain yourself. When he tensed, coddling her up into his strong embrace, she let out a small yelp of a squeak, not knowing it was going to happen. Still swaddled into his arms, she moved her hand from his face down to his chest. Feeling his finger rub over her hand, her eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh. "Oh my, kind sir. You know how to send a young lady into a tizzy."

With the tightening of his arms around her once more, Cosette felt herself push up against his hard and lean figure. He was very muscular in a nice way. She approved. His eyes roaming around her almost sent her to blush again, but she tried to suppress it. "Oh my! My dearest papa would be almost a fool to not accept a lad like you as his Son in Law!" She pressed her free hand to her lips, in a dramatic way. "We must hurry to ze alter, my darling! Let's flee to ze countryzide and start a new life!" Her accent started to slip and she didn't even know if she was fully in character anymore. Seeing the sly look in his eyes, her eyes narrowed into a matching sly look. What was he thinking.

Snaking her hand up his chest, she wrapped it behind his neck once more, feeling the hot fire of his skin. "Je pense que mon père vous le souhaitez." She whispered, not even knowing why she was whispering. Flickering her eyes down and back up at him, she slowly moved into closer and pressed her lips onto his, giving into the moment they had going.

His new pick! He had almost forgotten about it ever since they left the Three Broomsticks, but suddenly being reminded of the piece had him smiling in joy. Of course he would use it. He would have gotten it out of his pants pocket just to stare at it some more but Cosette was a tad in the way. Besides, he didn’t want to move her anyways. "I probably will tonight. When back at ze common room." Perhaps he could play her a song then; only if she wanted him to, obviously.

"Vous êtes les bienvenus." He replied, his gaze gliding down from her eyes to her lips as she bit it. A bunny mask? That was a tough question actually. He hadn’t thought of her wearing a bunny mask, though now that he was, he couldn’t help but chuckle. "Would you wear a bunny rabbit mask?" That definitely got him curious. Would she? Not that it really mattered, but it was an entertaining thought to think. Scrunching up his nose once more after she gently tapped it, he smirked before tapping her nose lightly as well. "I suppoze…we’ll have to zink of somezing else to do zen." Noel was pretty sure they could come up with something.

Now that was a silly question. "How could I not zink about you?" he asked, a furtive expression appearing on his face as his smile disappeared just the slightest. That is, until he couldn’t help it and his smile once again reappeared. He could not keep it off his face every time he looked at her. It was nearly impossible. "You are ze one sitting on me." Laughing quietly, it was only meant to tease her some, but now that he said it, it was stuck in his mind. Hmm, she was sitting on him.

Feeling her soft hand on his face, the warmth burned against his skin, though it felt as if it wasn’t enough. Turning his head just the slightest into her hand, his blue eyes still trained on grey eyes, he had to mentally scold his heart for beating so quickly as her hand trailed down to his chest. His cheeks may have flushed somewhat, embarrassed for some reason at the thought of her feeling the quick thuds, despite the fact that his expression remained the same. Even with the light sweater and shirt on, he could still feel the warmth of her hand seep through the material.

Even though it had been spoken of before, he was suddenly quite nervous about this father talk. Pleased that she thought he’d be acceptable in the man’s eyes even though this was all fake, but nevertheless, it still had him anxious. He hardly noticed the accent slipping from Cosette’s voice as flashes of them fleeing into the countryside entered his mind. Not a bad idea. "We shall go right away zen! Pack ze bags! Grab ze brooms!" he laughed, enjoying the change of scenario and pretending to be ready to pick her back up again. He paused however, once he felt her hand move from his chest to his neck, leaving a trail of warmth following behind. Her whisper had the wheels turning in his mind, but her kiss, had him forgetting everything except her.

He wanted to pull her closer, feeling as if there was still too much space between them, but he didn't want to hurt her either. He already had a tight grasp on her. Loosening it just a bit, his hand glided up her leg, and rested on her back as he returned the kiss, locking his hands together behind her.

Cosette smiled at the thought. She was now pretty glad he was stationed in the Ravenclaw house like her. They could spend some more time together. "Oui, that zounds great." She had only heard a little bit of him playing the first night. She was sitting on the stairs to the girls dorm, reading up on defensive spells and whatnot. Now she couldn't wait to hear what he could play for her. And just her. "I can get a private playing from ze most handzome guy at school." Winking, she let out a small chuckle. He really was.

Laughing, she playfully poked him in the chest. Not to hard, but lightly. "Oui, I would! Maybe even a whole bunny coztume az well." She giggled a tad, her stomach quivering from laughing so much in one day. Goodness he had a positive effect on her. "It wouldn't 'elp with the teaching, but it would be fun, non?" His next words did put a spark of interest in her mind. What would they do? "Mm I 'ave a feeling we could zink of zomething." Yes. Yes they would. Smirk.

She smiled, moving her hand up to fix a tendril of hair that fell on his forehead. "I don't know. You could be zinking of zomething completely different." She didn't know what went through a guys head. She had snogged and been with plenty of guys, but she never really understood them. Gasping, she smiled before scrunching her nose when he tapped it. "Would you like me to get off zen?" Her eyebrows peaked up in a questioning manner. She had a feeling he wouldn't want her too.

She had kept her breath stuck in her throat, not wanting to make any sound in this moment. They were so close and so intertwined with the moments, she didn't even know where they were. She had been told this was an odd feeling. He moved his face into her palm, making her smile and blush. His chest was warm and strong, making her fingers curl up into the fabric of his shirt. It was thin an soft, but the skin underneath was hot and probably soft too. What she would do to touch it. Feeling a strange beating underneath, she recognized it to be his heart. It was pumping fast and hard, she could almost hear it in her ears.

His words made her break out of the instant drumming of his heart beat. Smiling, she made a clucking noise with her tongue. "Let me get my bookz and my trinketz and we can run zaway tonight!" She chuckled lightly, realizing her faulty southern accent fell away completely. The thought of running away from a large society and using mostly the magic she knew and into the country.. it was romantic. Though, it would be quite difficult to leave behind the want to become a Hit Wizard. Staring into those blue eyes though.. it gave her a sense that it could be somehow possible.

Feeling his touch on her legs and back, she felt the fiery touch it led into her skin. This was entirely different than anything she had ever felt with anyone else. It was exciting, new & foreign. She wanted to drink it up and decipher it and taste it all over again. Running her fingers up from his neck, she ran them through his hair, kissing him deeply and unbidden. She honestly didn't want this to end.

Carrying a small plastic bag in one hand, Kurumi made her way to the Room of Requirement. She had planned on meeting Adam there and wanted to surprise him with something fun considering the serious conversations they had had and all the stress that had been flying around recently.

She set the bag down and closed her eyes and concentrated very hard on an image. While she had never played it before - unless you called all that chaos from their second flying lesson real Quidditch - but she knew it was something Adam really enjoyed.

When she opened her eyes, the room had changed into her very own private quidditch field. She smiled and sat down on the grass to wait for Adam.

Adam walked through the RoR door and looked around. He stared at the room, it had a grass field, some bleachers and 3 hoops on each side. "Nice quidditich..."He breathed, he then saw Kurumi on the floor...Excitedly he ran up to her, almost tripping- "What's this all about?"