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Who: Chase Trimble and Cornelia Stalk
What: Their Birthday Visit
When: After the party ends but before bed time
Where: Hufflepuff Sixth Year Boy’s Dorms
Status: Incomplete.
Rating: n/a

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[cornstalks]

How interesting it was! Cornelia had nearly spilled the beans quite a few times to Chase, and she couldn't figure out why. Usually she didn't have a problem with keeping secrets from people, seeing as she had so many things gathered inside her mind from years of studying people that it was never an issue, but it was always different when it came to Chase. Maybe that was just her brain's way of telling her that he was really nice and a good friend. She wasn't used to having people actually want to sit down with her and discuss things, and she certainly wasn't used to the way her stomach felt when she would think about Chase, think about his smile and how good he smelt and how warm he was every morning when she gave him a hug. But she wanted him to have a good birthday, so perhaps that was why she was so keen on telling him that there was a party planned, and that a lot of people were eager to bombard him with birthday wishes and bouts of random gifts that were thought up in a short period of time

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Cornelia had been on his mind all evening, and with every hug he gave he wished more and more that it was she he was hugging, but besides that, he'd kept an eye on her occasionally, watching her interact with everybody, hoping he wasn't being too apparent about his observation. Timmy had once asked him where his mind was while they were sitting eating some cake together and chatting about quidditch, and Chase had snapped his attention back to what they were talking about with a blushing face. Toots and then decided to tease him about being off in la la land, but Chase waved him off

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Was it bad to be slightly pleased with knowing that everyone else was gone from the Hufflepuff commons? It wasn't as though she'd hated every moment that there was a party taking place, of course, but getting to sit there with Chase and look at him, at a closer level than from just across the room, was making a happy warmth rush through her body. But it also meant that she was going to have to focus on what was going on, and that she had run out of time to herself to analyze what she even wanted to go on, even if it didn't make sense. It was, however, a risk worth falling into

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Pushing his glasses up his face, he studied Cornelia as he finished speaking. She really was quite pretty, at least, Chase thought so. Then again he'd spent time with her one on one, even only just once, in a setting where he could look at her properly without feeling like he was rushed or that people were watching them. He spent time with Lucy all the time, often working together for homework for hours, and he still didn't have her face memorized like he had Cornelia's

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Did birthdays usually call for dressing up and looking nice? Cornelia hadn't a clue, so she didn't think to wear anything fancy or do anything to her hair. On most days she would use a straitening charm on it to take the wave out of it, but on this night she had forgotten to bother with it. No one seemed to look at her, anyway, as she was the one who normally looked at people, so she wasn't sure if anyone was really missing anything. She also briefly wondered if all boys always looked as nice as Chase did at all times

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They probably didn't. At least that’s what some might say. Though Chase was the type of person to always take care of what he looked like. Two showers a day and plenty of anti wrinkle charms on his clothes kept Chase looking fresh and clean all the time, even in his school robes. He knew a lot of his dorm mates made fun of him for always making sure he was presentable, but in Chase's eyes it was worth it. Visual impressions one gave were very important, at least that's what his mother had told him. Chase would never admit to any of this though

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Cornelia could think of a few people who would want to come in and ruin their non-parade parade, but at the current moment it didn't seem worth mentioning. Should she really start talking about the Carrows and Crabbe and Goyle right now when she was trying to enjoy her time with Chase? Usually she didn't mind thinking about them, as she thought about their ways often, but she figured that Chase wouldn't like it very much if she suddenly went on a tangent about how the Carrows probably don't like the thought of them all having a birthday party for someone

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Chase could barely follow the whole conversation and just walked up behind her scooping up a few things that were given to him at the party. His own type was nicer. Well he wasn't sure if he had a type though he seemed to think highly of blonds, and Cornelia's hair was just the right shade he thought. And well...she had legs and he seemed to like those quite a bit too. Chase tended to not think on these things very hard though, as it was confusing enough to have to think about two sets of things that attracted him. It was easier just to not. Waving to her as she bounced in to her own dorm he made his way back to his own

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Cornelia was usually very creative, but she did have a hard time thinking of things to get for others. When it came to herself, she could figure things out easily, and when it came to giving suggestions over journals for simple likes that what to do after classes there was no problem there, but this was a bit different. Chase was a boy, and she didn't know what boys liked to a full extent, even though they were fascinating to watch and try to figure out. Some seemed to like sports, others like to read, and some liked both. There wasn't much she could really go out and buy right now for Chase, what with the way things were, so it definitely seemed easiest to give him things that she had wrote, hexed, charmed, or made herself, even if she didn't normally like showing too much of what was inside her head and heart. Chase was different, however, and she almost thought that he deserved to know, or that she wanted him to know

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Chase knew that with his birthday being amidst all the chaos of the Carrows he wasn't going to be receiving much. And he was grateful for small luxuries. Chocolate, home made cards, ink and quills had been popular gifts, considering most of his friends thought the quill he was using was bad off after scratching out all of the things he wrote in his journal. Of course Mei's gift had been the cake and Andrew’s gift had been the party, which Chase was now rather appreciative for. He'd have to remember to tell Andrew the next day that he hadn't hated it, if he hadn't picked that up from the extra hard hug he'd given the boy before he'd left the Hufflepuff Commons. So Cornelia's gifts surprised him. And the button was a great delight to notice first

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With the mention of the pin being over her heart, Cornelia was terribly tempted to take his hand and placed it over her heart, where the pin was fastened securely to her shirt, but she didn't know how he would react to such a thing. It didn't seem strange to her, but that was probably because she didn't find a lot of things to be strange. That was just the way she was. He could put his hand there, and she certainly wouldn't object, but perhaps that could come later on when he had taken notice of all his gifts. The song, or the poem, rather, was a list of adjectives and verbs and happy things she thought of when they were together, and somehow she'd managed to get them all to piece together in a melodic, pleasant sounding rhythm. This made her slightly nervous, which was a lot more than she had been when she'd sang for Andrew. She hadn't perfected those lyrics so much, and she hadn't wanted him to like it as much as she wanted Chase to like this, or like her, in whatever terms "like" really was. Fancy her personality? Fancy her face?

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Chase nodded his head, though he was indeed distracted by her fingers on his knee. He managed though, to ignore them after a few moments of enjoyment. He was sure that Andrew would make fun of him for liking such as simple thing, it probably meant nothing to most but to Chase it did. He wouldn't tell anybody that he was pretty sure though, he didn't want to be made fun of. Adjusting his glass quickly and then as he read to himself, quietly mouthing the words once again not realizing he was doing so, he slowly smiled as he went down the list of things that she'd listed about him and them and what she liked. They made him feel quite warm inside and tingly. Reaching absentmindedly for her fingers on his knee he brushed his thumb across them slowly

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For some reason, Cornelia couldn't take her eyes off of Chase's face, even as her fingers gently tickled his knee on their own accord. She really wasn't thinking about what they were doing, but rather trying to figure out what he was thinking, feeling, wishing. If only she could be in his brain right now as he read through words on a piece of parchment, words that were just that, words. But they were true words, even when the truth was hard to come by these days. The flashing of her pin against his face distracted her slightly, but not enough to lose focus on studying him. The littlest movements from him, like when he moved quickly to adjust his glasses, made a little excited shiver run down her spine, enough so that her entire body shivered in reaction to it. The way his thumb brushed across her fingers made another run down her spine, and she wondered if she should take his hand

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Tipping his face just slightly in to her touch to his cheek, he sighed with a small smile. "You needn't worry about giving me more, this present is the best I've ever been given." he said truthfully. "Even better then my harmonica." he quietly murmured. That was not a light thing for him to say either, as he quite treasured the stolen gift from his family. Those Carrows, oh they made his blood boil, but he quickly let that die because he did not want to ruin their moment. "Thank you very much Cornelia. You've made this birthday the best." he told her as he lifted the hands that that were entwined together to his lips and kissed the back of her hand gently

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For a second, Cornelia forgot all about the fact that there were other people in the world, and instead decided to just focus on the two who seemed to matter the most. Of course this wasn't true, someone could interrupt their alone time at any moment and all they had to do was climb the stairs into the dormitory, but that idea seemed so far away. Chase really did have lovely skin, soft, but yet soft in a different way. It made her want to explore his entire face. "I'll have to give you an even better one next year, then," she responded, not knowing if she should believe that this was the best gift he'd ever received. "I'll get you a new harmonica. I don't like it that you're without yours," she murmured, surprised by the way his lips felt on her hand, though entirely intrigued

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Before he had time to answer about the harmonica she was asked about sitting closer. Chase nodded his head eagerly before answering in a rush, "Yes, please come...sit with me." Letting go of her hand he moved the pillows so that she could sit next to him if she wished, and he tried not to think about last time and how she had ended up on his lap. That was surely something that he should not be thinking about while she was just right there only a little ways away from him. It excited him to have her be so close and he didn't want to make a fool of himself, or embarrass both of them with things he couldn't quite help. Sure they hugged every morning and that was lovely but being able to curl up with her was far more intimate in his mind. Letting her decide where she wanted to sit though he picked up the parchment again in his hands