((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked
last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible
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As a result, he had been hiding out in the Ravenclaw bar, steadfastly attempting to stay there and drink until the whole affair was over with. It was only when he caught a glimpse of Brienne near the door of the common room that he decided to leave the bar.
"Strange tradition, isn't it?" he murmured, his hand squeezing hers.
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The package contained a set of fancy fountain pens and the requisite ink. "For your journals," she explained simply. She had no idea if she'd gotten anything that would actually serve him well as a writing instrument, but the pens were at least pretty.
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He pulled back a bit and nodded up at the cluster of dark green leaves and white berries. "If it's a Hogwarts tradition, then perhaps we should honor it?" he asked, a glint in his eye.
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"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he whispered, before kissing her gently. It wasn't an intense or passionate kiss, but there was no mistaking the depth of his feeling in the touch.
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He touched his forehead to hers. "I'll have to thank the elves later."
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At his comment about the elves, she couldn't help letting a short laugh escape. "Yes. That was..." She groped for a word to describe that kiss, couldn't find one, and settled for "That was incredible."
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Methos produced a box from inside his trenchcoat. "While I'm not one for holidays most of the time, I thought you might like these." Inside the box are a pair of shining vambraces, laying on a soft ivory tunic embroidered with blue and silver at the sleeves and throat.
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"These are perfect!" she exclaimed. "Now, if my fellow prefect calls on me to defend the school I'll be more prepared." Methos was even bringing out a bit of self-depricating humor that Brienne hadn't known she possessed.
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How in the hell did he get on the subject of assessing the tactical strengths of Hogwarts?
Methos shook his head, "Well I'm glad you like them. Now if I can persuade you for another round of sparring, you can try them out."
And he had no ulterior motives at all. Nope.
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At his suggestion of sparring, she grinned. "Of course. We ought to make sure these will withstand the pressures of constant use," she agreed lightly. Nope, she didn't have any alterior motives herself, either.
((Fade to black and assume a good time was had by all?))
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