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[avis_abernathy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Commencement' / Wednesday June 28th, 2006 / 7:32 PM.
Location: Gryffindor Tower, then to The Ball
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Avis

Yes, apparently Avis Abernathy did clean up nicely. Though it did help when Tatiana was recruited as your personal stylist.

But a whole lot of help it did if all Avis was doing was sitting in her

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[ben_connelly]

“You’re just trying to grab my butt, aren’t you?” Ben asked, looking over his shoulder at Avis fixing his jacket. Ignoring the part of him that really wouldn’t mind if she did, he scoffed, “You’ve gotta make up your mind, Av. My arse can’t live in fear of being grabbed again. Just get it over with now if you ever plan on doing it.”

… Why did that sound like he wanted her to?

Er, Ben thought it was fine if she held his hand! Why else would she have been pawing at it like that? It didn’t occur to him that they’d only held hands that time they kissed, but, well, it would have made sense why she didn’t take it.

“Fine,” he sighed, appearing to give in to Avis, even though she hadn’t really said she’d wanted him to dance. She said the opposite, actually, but it was Ben’s logic that thought she didn’t mean what she said. “You can get ONE dance. Any song, any type. I won’t be good at it, but Ill try. For you.”

… what the hell was that “for you” doing in there?!

[avis_abernathy]

Avis smirked and replied nonchalantly, "Oh of course. Why else would I be paying so much attention to your girly suit jacket?" she said snarkily. "Your arse. . .oh, I mean, your PERFECT arse is easily scared." Avis shot him an exaggeratedly seductive look and asked, "Can I grab it when we're down at the dance? In front of everyone, to make them all jealous

[ben_connelly]

“No!” Ben whined again, still laughing. “It doesn’t like being grabbed in the first place, it definitely doesn’t want to be grabbed in PUBLIC.” Oy. How embarrassing that would be! Thank MERLIN she wasn’t serious, Ben would’ve had a bit of a heart attack.

“Do you want it or not? Don’t keep hitting it or bumping it, its one way or the other!”

Alas, leave it up to Ben to completely miss that this was sort of awkward. He thought it was just a hand! Friends held hands jokingly sometimes, and it seemed that girls liked to do that, so what was the problem?!

“Go ahead and cheer,” he grumbled, stomping a little bit down the stairs. “But that’s it. ONE.”

Ugh. He was dreading it already.

[avis_abernathy]

"Wow, Connelly, I didn't know your bum had a mind of it's own," Avis smirked, whining again just to tease Ben. "Is it THAT perfect?"

Avis looked up at him with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights expression, as if Ben had caught on to what she was secretly thinking. She almost took her hand completely back, turning a good shade of beet-red with embarrassment, and knew it would have been stupid for her to not take it now. Would have looked suspicious or summat. She whined childishly, "Okay," and carefully clasped his hand, trying to look completely nonchalant.

And not comfortable and happy that she was holding his hand.

Avis flounced on down the steps, tugging at his arm childishly, sighing and rolling her eyes, "Oy you bam, I'm not THAT bad to dance with, am I?"

Oy, weird insecure mardy feeling fearing his answer.

[ben_connelly]

"Yeah, well.... shut up," Ben said, sounding incredibly... male. His brow furrowed at his horrible comeback, shaking his head.

"What's that look for?" Ben asked with an amused smirk, still not catching on to any of it. "Avis abernathy, are you BLUSHING?!" Ben laughed, eyes wide in disbelief. "Wh... WHY?! You've KISSED me and GRABBED MY ARSE, you dork, you get all blushy holding my hand? A suppose hugging you at some point in the evening is totally out of the question?"

Oh, poor Avis. Poor, poor Avis.

With a smile, Ben leaned in a little, blue eyes still sparkling in amusement. "I love you," he announced with another laugh, bumping his own hip into hers as she'd done to him.

"No," he answered, stopping and turning to look at her. "I am. I'm horrible at it. I can't dance to save my life! Its... embarrassing! It's horrible, dancing. I can't do it. I can try, though, if you're sure you dont want to go find Thatch or Caine or Bob."

Not that she'd know who Bob was. Or Peter.

[avis_abernathy]

Avis snickered, knowing (or assuming) she'd won, relishing in her. . .sheer awesomeness? Sure, she could deal with that!

She peered up at Ben with the same vulnerable look, turning an even redder shade of scarlet, almost as much so as her dress. Totally being made fun of, Avis' EARS burned she was so bashful and blushy! "I'm not!" she whined, completely in denial, knowing Ben had her there. She frowned with a pout at him and shook her head quickly, "Nooo, I'd hug you. I would! Do you want me to hug you?! I WOULD."

Yes, poor Avis indeed. Ben won this time.

Avis, focusing on her feet, felt Ben bump into her and squeezed his hand in return, murmuring, "Yeah, yeah," knowing that served as well as an "I love you" in return.

"Bob?" Avis laughed, shaking her head. "Oy, you'll be fine, you bampot. I'm happy just to dance with you." She dorkishly snorted with laughter and began to sing The Beatles song, shaking his hand about, shuffling her feet in a bit of a dance, clearly to just embarrass him.

[ben_connelly]

Ben laughed harder, eyes flashing at her brightly in amusement. He had to try very hard to resist the strong urge to swoop her into his arms. “You’re insane,” Ben said adoringly, still laughing, though not as loudly. It was more of a… giggle, actually, sort of under his breath.

“I dunno, Av, I don’t think you could handle a hug.” Snicker.

Ben continued to laugh, giving in and wrapping an arm around her. He sort of twisted their arms around, as if they were going to dance, only so he could continue to hold her hand. Ben didn’t want Avis all blushy for no reason, of course.

HARRR.

“Oy, you dork, stop killing it!” Ben said sweetly, taking the opportunity to stop down another flight of stairs.

… But only because these shoes made cool sounds against the stone as he did it. He wasn’t angry, of course.

[avis_abernathy]

Avis kept her same stubborn pout and sent him a half-joking glare, "If I'm insane it's YOUR fault, you git." She nodded with finality, "Yes, your fault, all the. . .criticism and jabs at my mental health. Doesn't do a Little Persian Alien good!"

"YOU COULDN'T HANDLE IT, PRUDE!" she hissed challengingly, hugging him back, curling her free arm around his shoulders. She looked down at their hands and smiled, not knowing why she thought it felt so nice to hold his hand. Patting his shoulder, Avis smiled and rested her head in the crook of his neck, murmuring jokingly, "All the blokes say I'm the best hugger in the school. You're lucky you've got me as your Gams, you git."

Avis pretended to act all offended and slapped at his arm, stopping singing. "Oy, I'd like to hear you try! I've never heard you sing! Go on, McCartney! SING!"

[ben_connelly]

“Psh, I can’t have made you this crazy all by myself,” Ben snickered, reaching out to ruffle her hair. His hand stopped in mid-air, though, realizing that Avis was a bird and she might have a fit if he messed up her dance-hair.

“All the blokes being me, you mean,” Ben corrected with a smile, also feeling oddly comfortable and happy holding her, and being held like this.

“Here’s the difference between us, Av,” Ben explained, wriggling away from Avis to walk backwards in front of her. “You sing. I’m smart enough not to try.” Zing! Well… really LAME zing, but a zing nonetheless!

[avis_abernathy]

"I think you did. Years of psychological stress do that to a person," Avis teased. "Madness doesn't run in the Abernathy family. I think it's your influence."

. . .Okay. So. . .er, maybe it sort of did. Or at least insanity related to pyromania and propensity to be bull-headed and obstinate, that came from her father.

She wouldn't venture into wondering if she had any traits related to her mother's Death Eater, estranged, Amin family. . .Scary.

Avis pulled back slightly, though still hugging him, letting out a loud 'PSH!' and rolling her eyes. "No, I'll have you know I'm gaining popularity! ALL the blokes love my hugging skills! Caine, Thatch, Cohen. . .Tucker. . ."

Okay, so that last one was a lie. She hoped Ben hadn't heard that one.

"Nah, I think you're just afraid to sing," Avis teased. "That or you're jealous of my lovely, melodic voice."

[ben_connelly]

“Well then,” he said with a snarky smirk, raising an eyebrow at her. “I suppose I’ll take credit when you put it THAT way. That sounds impressive!” Ah, only a boy would say such a thing. Only an annoying best friend boy like Ben Connelly, really. Ah, well! Who DID want to cause their best friend psychological stress?

“Thatch and Cohen ALSO love your snogging skills,” he snickered, elbowing Avis in the side. “Oy, they couldn’t shut up about you. That was the only reason I ever kissed you, really. It was so I could join the club.”

Ugh, he was such a git.

“TUCKER?!” Ben asked, stopping to look at her with a very surprised expression. “You mean that poofda actually let a bird TOUCH him?! Sodding hell, Abernathy, you’re amazing.”

“Ah, no,” Ben denied, shaking his head. “I’m just really really bad at it. And melodic voice? Psh.”

[avis_abernathy]

"Ah, a purpose in life, finally," Avis snarked back, rolling her eyes and shoving him in the side playfully. "See? You ARE useful!"

She. . .didn't think she meant it! No, she wasn't serious. Maybe regarding her father, Ben caused the family psychological stress, but it was Avis' general understanding that her old man would worry about everything and anything