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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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At least she knew him that well, because as much as every time she'd mentioned taking off her shirt in his presence in the journal, and he really had no idea how serious she was on that, he had managed to react both favorably but highly nervous at the same time. So nervous in fact that he probably could faint if if it happened. He was starting to hate how inexperienced he was, and how shaky he got around girls...okay around Cornelia. He had to admit that to himself. It was not not just girls in general. He couldn't call Morag beautiful and have Lucy massage his hand with such ease if it was just any girl. When Cornelia crawled up next to him he automatically put his arm up to have it around her shoulders. He wasn't sure why it was automatic, but it felt nice to have her so close.

Chase was busy looking down at the paper, tapping it and then ordering everybody in to a group hug. He noted that Cornelia and Chase managed to find each other in the group and hug in close to each other. He thought perhaps that when Cornelia was charming, she might have been thinking fondly on the two of them. Then of course it could have just been a complete coincidence. Turning to look at her when she mentioned the secret game he noticed how close their faces were as well and blushed, easily this time. "Um...I've never played the secret game I don't think." he replied honestly.

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Cornelia had previously had an idea for something else to do for Chase, before the idea for the pin came to her mind. She had initially been planning on asking Perpetua to write 'Happy Birthday' on the skin just below her neck, skin that was normally covered with her shirt. Somehow she'd have to rip it off in some sort of clever way for Chase to see, but once she couldn't think of a clever way to do so she soon decided on the pin and placing it in the same general area that the words would have been. As inexperienced as she was, she almost seemed to radiate a confidence that was overwhelming, but in some aspects of the matter she was confident, just often puzzled and curious and wary of other people and how unpredictable they were. Once Chase's arm was around her she could take notice of how good he smelt and how warm he was, and she immediately tried to curl herself side-ways into him.

When her eyes wandered back down to the parchment she noticed just how well her charm had worked, and her little shape was ignoring everyone else and running to hug Chase. It had been, of course, intentional and her eyes flickered back to his face to see if he picked up on that. Noticing that her lips were close to his ear, she leaned her face in closer so she could whisper in his ear. "We should play it. It's where you share a secret. You can use words or actions, they both work. Would you like me to go first, or would you like to?"

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Having Cornelia in such close proximity made Chase work even harder to remain a gentleman. He didn't want to upset her or make her feel like he disrespected her. She was so precious to him, and that happened so rarely that he didn't want that to be ruined. Though when he felt her snuggling in to him he did give a silent sigh of contentment and relief. At least she wasn't upset at him for having finally a little bit of guts to do something that wasn't normally something Chase Trimble would do, at least without a copious amount of encouragement.

He liked that Cornelia's picture hugged Chase as hard as the real Cornelia did every morning. Lucky bloke. Gooseflesh rose then when he felt her lips near his ear. A small shiver ran through is body and he sighed again. Her lips...oh her lips. "You can go first if you like...tell me a secret." He said softly, matching her tone.

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This was almost a different side of Chase that she was seeing, for she had become rather good at picking up on the small things he did, like how his expressions changed with his mood and how he carried himself when he was nervous or happy or relieved. She sensed that sigh, and somehow seemed to know it was a sigh of relief. He was so different than all the other boys that she wished she knew everything about him and the way he worked, but she wanted him to know that there was nothing short of hexing her head off that would scare her away from him.

Sometime she was going to have to tell him about what else their little figures on the parchment could do, or perhaps she'd simply have to show him, but right now she was studying how it felt to be so close to his face like that, to his hair, his ear, what looked to be the incredible softness of his cheek. "I'm not sure if it's much of a secret, really, but the first things I charmed us to do, on the parchment, was this." She closed the small space that was left and kissed his cheek, referring to it as a birthday kiss in her head. "You could ask my shape to do that, and it would," she murmured against his skin.