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Week Name/Date/Time: "Attack of the Wheezes" / Wednesday March 29th, 2006 / 1:00 PM... SHARP
Location: Grounds, just outside of entrance.
Open To: Fi, Erik
Currently Involving: Erik
Fi had been feeling odd at best. She had swiped a chocolate that had been sitting on a table in the Common Room, sad and sorrid without an owner/eater. Sure, her Mum had ( Read more... )
Location: Grounds, just outside of entrance.
Open To: Fi, Erik
Currently Involving: Erik
Fi had been feeling odd at best. She had swiped a chocolate that had been sitting on a table in the Common Room, sad and sorrid without an owner/eater. Sure, her Mum had ( Read more... )
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Not that she fancied him! Oh, heavens no! He was Erik, after all, and he was.. he was just Erik and that was that! She had denied any warm feelings for him that meant anything aside from friendship and despite the fact that little hearts were forming in her eyes every time she glanced at him and butterflies were now dancing bloody ballet, she'd still deny it!
Oh, but he looked so dreamy!!
Had she known that half of this was over her being in a dress, she would have promptly pointed out that she wore a dress quite often, even at the Yule Ball in which she was completely properly dressed and spent the evening as Simonster's bloody date. But he fancied her in a dress now? That very moment? Bleedin' hell, she'd wear dresses every day of her life from that point on if it would keep him happy! She was bloody enamoured with the bloke, after all!
She glanced up at him with lips slightly parted as he revealed that he had showered in chocolate. Chocolate! Fi loved chocolate!! "Ye showered in chocolate..." she replied quietly, pausing only to swallow roughly, "...for me?"
OH, HEART BE STILL!
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Not that he fancied her. At least he didn't think so. The little flips his stomach was doing was probably related to... oy, maybe he was allergic to chocolate. Totally possible. Maybe. No, probably not. Then... oy. Never mind. His stomach wasn't doing anything, thank you.
Perhaps that were true, but Erik had never really noticed the dress before, just... her. He paid attention to friendly things, not "OY FI LOOKS GORGEOUS" because... he didn't think that. He was Erik. She was Fi. Obviously.
"Erm... no, that hadn't been my intent, but if you like chocolate you could... sit closer. I still smell of... you know, that'd be..." Erik responded, blinking at her a few times before staring intently at his feet.
Er... what?
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Not that she fancied him, of course.
In as much as he hadn't noticed that she was a dress wearer or how she looked in them, in all fairness, Fi hadn't ever really worn a dress for him before! It was all costume and play, the extension of her vivid imagination in real-world play! But today, it was all wanting to look pretty because for some reason, she suddenly had this urge to impress him. It was very odd, actually.
"Oh..." she replied, instantly feeling daft and silly for even assuming that he'd bathe himself in chocolate for her! Of course not! He had bathed himself in chocolate for another bird, obviously! Forget the fact that earlier, he admitted that it was an accident. Fi was the jealous sort and automatically assumed that he had bathed in it for some bird and that bird, unfortunately, wasn't her. "...that's alright," she added as she brought a hand up to grasp the back of her neck and averted her gaze back to the table. "...I... it's... I don't like chocolate.. anyway..."
OH, BUT SHE'D LOVE TO SIT CLOSER TO HIM! Bullocks!
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Really, there was far too much talk about fancying going on here. Clearly that wasn't what either of them felt for the other. FANCYING. PBFT. It was.. Spring Fever! He had heard it drove people mental, he just hadn't believed it.
What was he saying, again? He was distracted by Fi's lip gloss. OY, NO HE WASN'T. FINNISH OPERA. He was closing his eyes and listening to Finnish opera in his mind because nothing was attractive about Fi. Well, no, she was but not to him because he was... Cohen. Phewww.
Yes, the chocolate shower had been an accident. One that would actually be rather strange in normal circumstances, but today was making him wish he'd just drown himself in the substance more often. EXCEPT FI DIDN'T LIKE IT? Why was he suddenly feeling very sick, as if he'd just become a huge disappointment in a matter of seconds?
"I'm sorry, I thought you did! I'll sit very far away... I'll shout things at you and you'll never have to smell the chocolate and all will be well. Whatever you want!"
He was hoping for the former scenario.
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Fi was just.. oddish that day, that was all. Yes, she was coming down with a cold and.. yes, she was feverish! Feverish from blushing, but she kindly disregarded that thought as Fi didn't blush and if she did, it wouldn't be over Erik Cohen.
Merlin, did that shirt make his eyes look absolutely amazing.
NO, she firmly told herself, she did NOT think that any part of Erik from that luscious, messy crop of hair to strong, somewhat muscular calves or nice, non-smelly feet was AMAZING. She simply didn't! He was Erik Cohen and despite a shy expression and wide, adoration-filled eyes, she simply did not see him as anything aside from a very best mate! And that was that!
Ohhh, but she wanted to sit with him! Next to him! Hip-to-hip, even, so she could let nostrils fill with the scent of chocolate and Erik Coh--- NO, SHE DID NOT! Oh, but she did! Didn't!!
Fi was bound to explode from inner-turmoil.
"NO," she said suddenly as her hands balled into fists mid-air, eyes closed sharply, and head shook in a solid, stern disagreement with what he had said. "I MEANT.. I MEANT.. I BLEEDIN' LIKE CHOCOLATE, RIGHT? YE CAN SIT NEXT TO ME!" And really, it all came out before logic or manners could tell her to stop. See?! Now not only was her stomach and eyes lying to her, so was her bleedin' mouth! She was set to deny it food or water for at least a week - yeah, she'd teach that bloody good for nothing mouth a lesson! How dare it betray he--- NO, NOT BETRAY. Just.. lie on behalf of her!
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Not that he did, really, he didn't think. If she was coming down with a cold and was feverish, then he had eaten a particularly powerful strange flavoured Bertie Bott's bean and it had thrown his system out of whack. It was totally possible. The only person who'd probably believe that would be Fi, because she'd always been so supportive and wonderful.
She also had an incredibly pretty neck that he was STARING AT. OH SHITE.
Nope, nope, now he was staring at her hands, and then her nose, and then he was sort of enjoying the little bit of a twinkle that was in her eye - a sign that mischief could still be found. Deviousness, they both had it, but only in the most innocent of ways! CLEARLY.
He was going to have to take a nap later or something. This was horribly odd.
"Don't be so enthusiastic, Fiasco," a bit of Erik's normal humour slid past his current insanity, his mouth turning up into a smirk as he threw his arm about her shoulders and playfully stuck his face in her hair.
Fearing he might not be able to pull away again, he immediately sat forward and grabbed for a cup of tea. TEA TIME. Not Fi time! Sigh.
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There was something along the lines of an awkward laugh as he joked with her, which then extended itself into a more real one that caused her to grin at him, sparkly eyes sparkling furthermore and whatnot. Oh, he was smirking. Erik was brilliantly handsome when he smirked and Fi caught herself staring at it with smiling lips pursed together.
Ohhh, and then he had an arm around her and his head was in her hair and Fi absolutely forgot how to breathe!! She froze, eyes closing as her teeth grated on her bottom lip. He was close to her. She could feel his arm on her. His side next to her side. Her hand dropped as she finally remembered to BREATHE, BREATHE, and awkwardly landed on his thigh instead of her own (which was completely where she was aiming.. her OWN, that was), but she immediately recovered and instead, knocked over her own tea cup as said hand flew out for it.
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Erik didn't think he was handsome. He would say so every now and again as a joke, but he'd never really thought it to be truth. Fi, however, was positively radiant when she laughed and her eyes danced and he just felt... happy! Happy that she was happy because he'd missed her so.
The next few seconds were a blur to Erik. One minute his stomach is leaping into his throat as his eyes widen with her HAND on his THIGH, and then next there is tea slowly rolling across the table and toward the opposite side, possibly ready to give the ground a taste. He could only stare at it in awe, very awkwardly pulling at his wand and cleaning it up with a simple swish.
"You might want... ah... another cup for... uh..." Erik stammered, reaching over to grab for some and pausing as his arm brushed across her shoulder. What was he saying?
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...not that she thought he was handsome or anything. Or fancied him. URG.
As her cup toppled over, spilling delicious Twinings all over a crisp, white table cloth. She immediately squeaked and started to rise when Erik ever-so-charmingly took care of it all. She sat there, mouth agape and eyes rising to watch him, and then... and then his arm brushed against her shoulder. Suddenly she couldn't breathe again. SURELY THERE WAS SOMETHING MEDICALLY WRONG WITH HER AND SHE SHOULD HAVE RUSHED OFF TO THE HOSPITAL WING, FORTHWITH!
Slowly, her head turned completely upwards as she watched him. "Er," she said in return, voice quiet and somewhat strangled, "...yes."
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But he was only noting that as a friend. It wasn't like he was... fancying her or what have you. HA. What a laugh.
Erik charmingly took care of it all - literally. Cleaning charm, not so difficult to learn, something he had in his brain from all those times he'd spilled pumpkin juice at dinner.
There was definitely something wrong with her if she couldn't breathe. He could perform CPR, if he knew it. Oh bloody hell, that was probably something he should learn. Not NOW of course because that would... oh merlin it was warm out today!
"Tea! You'll be wanting tea! Not some ridiculous rhyme of tea. Like... need to sneeze, or want some peas, not fleas... or cheese, and definitely you wouldn't want.... me," Erik stated, blinking at her and slowly moving his arm back to his side.
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"...because yer hands, they're sure t' get messed n' it's all my fault as they're so grand n'..."
And she dropped it there. His.. hands? The bleedin' hell was she saying?! She didn't like his, pssshh, his hands! His hands were just.. hands! So what if they were nice and strong like and cleaned things up so well! Or if she had some fleeting mental image of his hand holding her's and how absolutely nice it would feel as his hands were, after all, very nice and manly and possibly warm and nice to hold!
Not that she cared! It was Erik and Erik's bleedin' hands. Wasn't like she.. fancied his hands or anything! No, she just fancied him! NO, SHE DID NOT. DID NOT.
Really, Fi was likely to lose her mind. SHE HAD FLIRTED WITH FIFTY-FOUR INDIVIDUAL BLOKES LIKE MAD SO FAR THAT WEEK AND ONLY THIS ONE HAD HER MUSSED UP?! Wait, no, she was not flirting! She was having tea! With a FRIEND! Yes, that was it!!
The second she had a new cup and fresh tea, she practically crammed the bloody thing down her mouth, she rushed to fill it with hot liquid to keep her from saying anything else daft just that fast. But it nearly came out again as he spoke - yes, she was amused with his rhyming game! She even contributed! "Free to be?" she added, "Cats like free?" But then he said something else and before she could catch herself to shut up, which was quite an epidemic really as Fi rarely thought about what she said before it came out, she quickly placed her cup on the table. And then she said it. Looking at him with wide eyes, she said "Of course I would."
And immediately wished she only knew how to apparate.
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He could really relate to her flirtation problem, as he not flirted with anyone over the past week. Well, not any more than usual anyway. He spat out a flirty comment here or there for people like Avis, Tatiana, and Margie, but actually feeling anything more than a reason to smirk? No, he wasn't bloody used to this at all.
It was a feeling of fancying her, of course. It was just a feeling of... having a feeling. Erik Cohen was clearly eloquent about things of this nature.
He laughed at her chugging of tea, taking a few large gulps of his own. He listened to her rhymes with his head tilted slightly. Cats like free? Cats like free... what? He would have pondered this, and probably come up with a humorous answer, had it not been for her unexpected response to his random comment about... erm... himself.
"You would... well, not really you wouldn't think... I mean I wouldn't think that you... as far as adventures are concerned..." Erik rambled, not really knowing where his train of thought was headed. Suddenly all he could think was that he was very glad Folly was unable to join them today - because without giving himself the proper time to prepare or be smooth, he was in deep.
"Fi McFinn I don't know what in bloody hell you've done to me," Erik stated before pressing his lips gently against hers.
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There had been only two snogs in her life. Two. Considering that she had a life full of little crushes and adoration for almost every bloke that came her way, it was surprising. Two. Neither had been shared with blokes that had lovely hands or went on adventures with her, or even ones that had impressed her with their ability to handle tough situations to the point that when her own Keary, daft tosser that he was, passed on she hadn't shed a tear. She was reminded of the bloke that she admired to the point that she wanted to handle things just as he had.
Two snogs.
This would be one more.
Rhyming with tea and all of that pushed aside, yes, Fi was finally realizing (with lips pressed against her own) that she did fancy Erik. Yes, she had denied it every step of the way, even yelling and throwing fits when a bird mate of her's would question her on it! When Soren had gone off and gotten himself a girlfriend? She was questioned then and nearly knocked Sam Pascal clear off of her feet because of it. She denied it. Denied it.
She wanted to say something charming, like 'I haven't done a thing to you, but you've done a number on me' before he kissed her, but for once in her life, words were actually not forthcoming. Why? Because he said it and then kissed her. Bugger.
Butterflies. Little leaping frogs. Bloody fireworks or something, that's what she felt. Merlin, did she ever pray that it wasn't some sort of one-sided emotion. That would be horrid and dreadful and all sorts of bullocks.
Bloody saints on high, Erik Valentin Cohen was kissing her.
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Fi had always meant something to him. Always. She was even more bold than he, saying and doing what she wanted in the moment. It had always made him wonder, made him watch her in awe. He could even admit that there had been one or two instances that he'd thought maybe he could see more, just a little bit more, to drive him in the same direction as the path he'd taken with Juhi. He'd been too nervous to investigate. There was an air about Fi that was far more dangerous, mysterious, and... apparently captivating.
Because Erik Cohen was a bloody goner.
He'd never thought about kissing her before. He'd thought about how lovely she was, how much he enjoyed her company, how amazing it was that she could go away and come back and still have the same influence in his life. Erik had thought of several things, but never this much. It was hard to understand now, under a spell from a subdued love potion, just why that had been.
There were no fireworks for him, nor were there any leaping frogs, but Erik could feel a tingling sensation from his head to his toes that was hard to ignore. He was smiling, smiling against her lips as he neglected his tea and reached a hand out to cup her cheek. Erik Cohen was still kissing Fi McFinn.
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Erik? To her, Erik was just as dangerous and mysterious and apparently captivating as he thought she was! But if anything, that's what attracted her to him. He wasn't safe. He was far from completely stable. But that was the sort of bloke she needed in her life, someone that could go head-to-head with her when it came to the rare way she viewed the world.
Merlin, that potion. Had really messed things up yet brought so much to light.
And it apparently set her feet on fire. Blimey, her feet were BURNING and tingling all weird now and despite how oddly uncomfortable it was, her little heart was pitter-pattering and she brought her hands up to gently grasp his shoulders. She was going to fall over if she didn't. And Fi McFinn? She was till kissing him back.
And enjoying it, too.
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Erik didn't have himself figured out either. Sometimes he thought he was a bloody idiot, and then next he felt as though he'd handled everything this term had brought him as best as he could have hoped. He still was unsure about his decision to become an auror, he was still changing friends and thoughts and behaviours and... bah. But he was still the same Erik Cohen deep down, the same lover of adventure and affection and Gregorious.
He could confess that he did enjoy a bit of uncertainty. Fi was always here and then there, a constant source of curiosity. Things would never be boring if... well, he could always think about... she was a lovely girl with him wrapped around her finger and... oy.
Apparently bathing in chocolate could force a person to take a look at the feelings they'd ignored in a time of too many other distractions. He wasn't all that sure what to think about the fact that his heart was beginning to beat just the slightest bit faster.
"Fiasco? I'm sorry... I wasn't... you were... I feel..." Erik muttered as he pulled away, face still close enough to brush against hers.
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