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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

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Well of course she would have believed him and even comforted him through the suffering, patting him on the head, holding him close, and pressing little NON-EMOTIONAL kisses to his forehead. NON-EMOTIONALLY. Because she totally didn't fancy him. She just.. well, he was just special to her! NON-EMOTIONALLY. It was just in this way that one cared for and absolutely adored their very best mate in the most non-emotional, non-crush sort of way. YES. That was it!

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 wouldn't exactly call what he was going through suffering. There was the constant internal struggle, something in the back of him mind shouting at him to wake up and pay attention to the tea he was supposed to be drinking, but all in all it was rather nice. Fi was definitely not that difficult to look at, and he was feeling giddy aside from the occasional flailing.

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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Well, of course Erik was handsome! She'd say it quiet or loud, left or right, from the hilltops or even in a dark corridor! He was incredibly handsome, that Erik Cohen!!

...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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It was incredibly kind of her to say, but it wasn't necessary to shout it from the hilltops. Fi had a fairly loud voice as it were, she could probably have some good range with a simple yell. Har. He liked that about her though, really. She could state what she meant and it was heard.

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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Oh Merlin, he was just so charming. Fi definitely took note of the charming way that he cleaned up her mess and immediately apologized for forcing him to clean up her mess as she was an utter idiot and, well, the rest was best left in quotations:

"...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.

[erikcohen]

Erik Valentin Cohen was very rarely complimented on his hands, if complimented at all. He received a few kind words for not having a mental breakdown when his brother died, and occasionally someone would decide to like his hair, but his hands? They were normal and blokish and probably not all that exciting.

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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((OOC: MELI MESSES UP AND HAS TO REPOST COMMENT))

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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There had been plenty of snogs in Erik's life thus far, though shared with the same person. He was fortunate enough to have a girl who'd cared for him once. She didn't go on adventures as Fi did, and he'd not really taken much notice of her hands, but he'd fallen hard for her. None of this was to say that Fi was second best, because honestly? Erik Cohen couldn't bloody tell just what it was that was going on with him at the moment.

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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Fi? Well, Fi had spent so much time denying to everyone else AND herself that she had the crush on Erik that she so obviously was under that she hadn't ever really thought of snogging him or trying to fill the shoes at Juhi left behind her. But with his lips against her's? Well, the part of her mind that wasn't spinning and trying to figure out what the buggering hell was going on was actually clicking little thought babbles into place and figuring out what she wanted. Yes, she was far more dangerous and mysterious than Juhi, but really? She saw that as a benefit. She was the 10th or 11th wonder of the world (she wasn't really sure how many wonders there were now, honestly) in her mind. Though sadly enough, most of the mystery was because she didn't even have herself figured out yet.

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 hadn't even known that people could possibly be questioning Fi about her feelings for him. Honestly, he would have been disappointed if Fi had been thinking about trying to fill some sodding metaphorical shoes. Yes, Juhi had been there for him when he'd needed her, and she was bloody fantastic influence on him, but they had ended. Erik Cohen had moved on, not started searching for a replacement!

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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If anything, Fi never thought Erik to be a bloody idiot. To her, he was always brilliant and fantastic. She'd easily state that he was one of the smartest blokes she knew, second only to Folly. Folly only beat him because he was A VERY OLD MAN and wisdom came with age and everyone knew that wisdom out-ranked smartness. That's why Gandalf always won the fight, after all! Because he was WISE.

Not that she really understood who Gandalf was, she just heard his name one time in passing, then heard a conversation about him being held by some of the muggle-borns, in which they declared that he was Gandalf the Wise, so Fi assumed that this honourable Gandalf bloke was horribly wise and that's why he just couldn't go down. He could have been a novella star for all she knew. Anyway.

NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO PONDER GANDALF OR WHATNOTS.

She'd have to agree that bathing in chocolate was a wonderful thing and if she really thought back to it, she'd realize that all of her odd feelings of elation were tied to chocolate as well, and then figure out that there was a conspiracy about. Though, Fi was likely to blame it on Noah bloke, the one that was always spouting something peculiar. She always thought him to be a bit shady, really. He had likely read some article in The Quibbler or whatnot that blamed chocolate for all the evilness afoot, and thusly decided to poison the world with chocolate as to drive people away. EXCEPT, he chose the wrong potion and the one he got had this dreadful side effect that caused people to just feel wonky instead of ill, and it just happened that practically every student in Hogwarts had that same side effect! EPIDEMIC! PLAGUE! NOAH OGRILVY MUST DIE! But wait! If not for his poisoned chocolates, Erik would have likely not kissed her! Bugger that, bless his bloody soul!

Reality pulled her back in the second Erik broke the kiss and immediately eyes shot open. "..BULLOCKS," she exclaimed as her expression quickly fell into one of worry. "There was... a SPIDER, n' it was on yer lips n' whatnot and I had to.. er, kiss it away and that's why, I SWEAR TO POPPYSTICKS THAT'S WHY, WHY I AH, I UM KISSED YE." And all this was said, of course, with her face still incredibly close to his. And breathlessly. With a bit of panic. Forget the fact that he technically kissed her, she suddenly felt like it needed an explanation! Honestly, she hadn't a clue what was coming out of her mouth, either. Didn't even make bloody sense! Ohhh, poor Fi McFinn was panicking!

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Erik was surprised that he'd even be considered one of the smartest blokes she knew, let alone coming anywhere close to Folly, who she adored and brought to tea with her (usually) and... looked up to. He'd feel he wasn't worth such an honour, most likely. That time he'd tried to jump from one tree on the grounds to another, even though the branches didn't align properly? That had been spectacularly idiotic, indeed.

Erik knew who Gandalf was! He was certainly a bloke to be respected. But that was all he could really say on the matter for now, because CHOCOLATE. Why had he not thought of the CHOCOLATE!? He hadn't become so giddy and lighthearted until after his accidentally sweet shower. If his brain had been in any proper order, perhaps he would have been able to come to this conclusion. What Noah Ogilvy had to do with all of this, he wasn't all that sure. In fact... the bloke was an uptight prefect. It probably wasn't him. It had to be someone evil and rich. Or romantic and rich. Or just rich.

Which left him out of the category, sadly. He'd change that with his auror-ish ways eventually.

OH. Well, yes... he had already been victim to this sort of thing before, but then he'd snogged EMILIA and... been crucio-ed. If one looked at the two scenarios side by side? Bloody hell, this was nothing. In fact, he was enjoying this.

Except for... coming to terms with the fact that he may maybe might possibly have been attracted to one of his best friends. NOT THAT HE FANCIED HER OR ANYTHING.

Although Fi's statement sounded oddly like something he'd say himself, Erik was surprised to find a little bit of disappointment bubbling up somewhere. His stomach, perhaps, was a safe bet. Didn't matter, really, as his hand was still on her cheek and they were very close and she still smelled heavenly. Very, very enchanting eyes she had. What had she been saying about a spider?

"I... you didn't... I kissed you, Fi. I did it, it was me," Erik whispered, eyes scanning her face, lips nearly twitching. He couldn't again. There were no spiders at the moment. Guh.

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Honestly? The bud of their friendship started with a horrid amount of respect and admiration. He was something else, something special. She hadn't really voiced it to him, but he also reminded her so much of her hero Folly.. perhaps that's why she wanted to get so close to him and obviously did. That old saying about girls always wanting someone like their Da? For Fi, it was apparently wanting someone like her idol. He practically raised her, after all. Ten years older than her and he was always the one around her when her parents were off on missions. He was just the biggest male influence in her life so it was no big wonder that she'd find herself attracted to the sort of person that made her comfortable.

NOT THAT SHE WAS ATTRACTED TO ERIK OR ANYTHING, OF COURSE NOT.

Someone rich? Well, Fi only knew of a few rich people. One was a perfect sort of Gryffindor 7th year candidate and the rest were yucky Slytherins who -- oh, Merlin, that's who it had to have been! The Slytherins! And they poisoned (YES, SHE WAS STILL STUCK ON IT BEING A POISON, NOT A POTION) only the Gryffindors as to allow them to better take over the world!! OHHH, THOSE HORRID RATS.

Bless their souls, though.

Anyway, now Fi's heart was absolutely banging about her chest. He'd sent her heart crossways, he had, and she was suddenly so nervous that she feared she'd bloody wet herself or something (not that she would.. um, ew, but regardless) from the jitters that were slowly taking over her body. "...ye did," she replied, pausing only to swallow harshly before shifting her weight on her feet and moving an eensy bit closer. "Ye... kissed me. No spiders." And as she spoke, her gaze darted back and forth between the lips that kissed her and the eyes that saw straight through it all. Blimey. With one kiss, she was outed. OUTED.

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Erik would probably blush if he heard he reminded her of Folly, actually. He'd never really heard anything about the whole concept of a girl wanting to date a bloke like her father, guardian, male-influence type of person. He had heard once that opposites attract, but that wasn't really the case. If so, he'd have been off snogging... Hargreaves Beckett or some nonsense. Because apparently opposites didn't see gender. HAR. Ah well. He was much better off where he was right now.

Not that he was suggesting he fancied Fi McFinn, of course.

Erik hadn't really taken note of who was rich and who wasn't. Most pure wizarding families were, which meant almost the entire house of Slytherin. Then there was the Head Girl, but she wasn't all that sneaky as far as Erik was aware. Oh, and then... was Thatch rich? OY. It smelled of a Thatcher plot, but... he'd also go along with the Slytherins trying to dominate the world theory. At least bothering them didn't tamper with his daily routine. BWAHA.

This was kind of... fantastic, though.

Erik was watching Fi closer than he'd ever really watched her before. At least it felt like it, as his eyes kept scanning up and down and left and right and straight ahead, and he nearly held his breath as she seemed to move even closer. It had to be a good sign. Not because the body language indicated so, but because Erik Cohen couldn't sit this bloody close to her without kissing her again.

And so he did.

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If she wasn't so set on this entire thing being poisoning, yes, she'd likely blame that tosser Thatcher Hale. It did smell horridly of the 7th year and really, with every other girl on the block at least fancying him a bit, it would ensure that he at least had a week full of making out with various girls in dark corners that professors would not be dwelling in - OY, DID HE POISON THE STAFF, TOO? Wait, no. She had decided that it wasn't him before even entertaining the concept that it COULD be him. Bugger. Well, chalk that one up to the Slytherins as well, those gits.

But, part of her would at least have to thank them. But just a wee bit, as they all were rubbish.

Oh, well this was just bloody fantastic! It was one thing to get snogged once! Getting snogged once, well, it was.. it was perfectly normal! People snogged once all the time! Like her Mum, who would give mates a quick peck when they were leaving for the evening after sharing dinner with the family! They'd do a quick little peck and then leave. Didn't mean her Mum was bloody head o'er heels for them, did it? Because singular kisses were nothing, but double? Two? That took thought and planning.

No one ever really sat about and pondered what kissing Fi McFinn would be likely be incredibly surprised. Kissing was still just such a new concept to her that so much of her personality shined through. She was grasping his shoulders, but it was so gentle, almost as if she was bloody afraid to do it. And she was kissing him back, but it was light, curious.. likely tasted of strawberry and was dreadfully innocent and without intentions. She also craned her neck as if she was afraid of her body getting just too close to his, furrowed her brow almost in concentration, and somehow put her all into what she was doing, despite the fact that there was zero push to it all. Well, maybe no one would be surprised after all. It was hard to tell, considering that no one really pondered kissing Fi McFinn.

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Did every other girl on the block fancy Thatcher Hale? REALLY? Erik knew the bloke was a charmer, but it seemed more in good fun than actually successful. Then again, Erik didn't exactly follow him around. Whatever Thatcher was up to in dark corners and broom closets, Erik didn't want to know, kiitos. Though he was bound to find out eventually, being a prefect and all.

Ah, and Erik hadn't made the connection between the professors and the potions either. FANCY THAT. Perhaps there was some sort of larger conspiracy going on here. Oddly enough, the two people most likely to investigate were... he and Fi. They were somewhat busy at the moment.

Not that they fancied each other or anything.

Not that his denial even made sense at such a time. Bloody hell, he was really trying hard to fool himself now, wasn't he?

Getting snogged once was normal only if it were actually as short as she was suggesting. A quick peck on the lips or a kiss to the cheek, not a... kiss. He had kissed her and she knew it... though it would have made it much easier to brush off as nothing if he had restrained himself to just one kiss. Bloody hell, he'd not thought that far ahead. Maybe he didn't want to, right now he couldn't be so sure.

Erik wasn't exactly an expert on kissing, but he seemed to have some idea of what to do. He was patient as well, so having her positioned not all that close to him was not a problem. It was a... erm... second kiss! For a second kiss it was quite nice, actually.

He liked the mix of strawberry and tea upon her lips, and perhaps a bit of chocolate from his. It blended well, and kept things light hearted, and... oy, his brain was all fuzzy as he carefully moved his lips against hers.

Wednesdays were terribly, wonderfully strange.