He looked back to her and smirked slightly. "Sorry, baby, you're not gonna break my skinny-dipping cherry. I did go to college." That was practically a prerequesite for graduating, where he came from. Shifting slightly, covering his hand with her own, he thoughtfully turned his gaze back up to the sky. "As for the former..."
Perry hadn't told Lily much about his younger days, really. Just bits and pieces here and there; most of his stories had taken place in the past ten years or so. It wasn't so much that he had no interesting stories about when he was young, it was more that every time Lily told him an anecdote from her past it was always so... cheerful and goofy and British public school-y. His stories tended to be just a little rougher around the edges, and he always felt weird comparing notes. He was never sure she'd find them nearly as funny as he did.
Plus, he had frankly been kind of a jerk in high school (well, that hadn't changed much). "I... duct taped a guy to the flagpole once?" That was only partly true (it had happened several times). He shrugged and grinned. "I dunno, what do you want to hear? I don't know if I can match your little Girls Gone Wild story there."
"Good. Don't reckon I could be with a bloke who was a skinny-dipping virgin. What would we talk about?" Laughing, she turned her hand over to lace her fingers with his. "And I'd no idea that Muggle Universities were such dens of vice and debauchery. Makes me want to go."
Many of the stories Lily told Perry were tailored to fit into the 'cheerful, goofy, British public school-y' image. She had other stories she could tell, other sides of her life she could show, but mostly she didn't see the point. He knew that she'd died, that there was a War, that life hadn't always been puppy dogs and roses. And mostly, when she was searching her brain for amusing anecdotes, it wasn't 'let's have a serious moment' time. It was usually her looking to change the subject from a serious moment. So if he thought her schooldays were filled with skinny-dipping and prank-pulling, that was fine with her. He didn't need to know about the week she'd had to literally walk from class to class with a shield charm up because some of the Slytherins had decided she made a good hex-throwing target. Or the time someone had charmed her food to spell out 'Mudblood' and fly into her face. Or the fact that she learned to walk and read at the same time so she could distance herself from the muttered insults and threats that were hurled at her most days for seven years. There was more to her Hogwarts days than the fluffy stories she told him, but Lily didn't really mind that all he saw was the happy, cheesy side. Hell, thinking of wacky stories to tell him let her pick through the shite and focus on all the good memories she had, so in a way, it was nice.
Laughing, she looked at him. "For a reason, or did you just want to prove you could?" she teased lightly. "I don't know, Ginger..." His family, she knew after two months, was not a happy topic. At all. In fact, it was a bloody horrible topic that caused a faint buzz of anger in the back of her head. So, nothing too far in the past. "How about more of this University, then? Tell me, were you skinny-dipping with a crowd of female admirers? Let me guess - alcohol was involved, yeah?" She shook her head sadly. "Oh, the horror." Lips quirking into a grin, she winked.
Perry hadn't told Lily much about his younger days, really. Just bits and pieces here and there; most of his stories had taken place in the past ten years or so. It wasn't so much that he had no interesting stories about when he was young, it was more that every time Lily told him an anecdote from her past it was always so... cheerful and goofy and British public school-y. His stories tended to be just a little rougher around the edges, and he always felt weird comparing notes. He was never sure she'd find them nearly as funny as he did.
Plus, he had frankly been kind of a jerk in high school (well, that hadn't changed much). "I... duct taped a guy to the flagpole once?" That was only partly true (it had happened several times). He shrugged and grinned. "I dunno, what do you want to hear? I don't know if I can match your little Girls Gone Wild story there."
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Many of the stories Lily told Perry were tailored to fit into the 'cheerful, goofy, British public school-y' image. She had other stories she could tell, other sides of her life she could show, but mostly she didn't see the point. He knew that she'd died, that there was a War, that life hadn't always been puppy dogs and roses. And mostly, when she was searching her brain for amusing anecdotes, it wasn't 'let's have a serious moment' time. It was usually her looking to change the subject from a serious moment. So if he thought her schooldays were filled with skinny-dipping and prank-pulling, that was fine with her. He didn't need to know about the week she'd had to literally walk from class to class with a shield charm up because some of the Slytherins had decided she made a good hex-throwing target. Or the time someone had charmed her food to spell out 'Mudblood' and fly into her face. Or the fact that she learned to walk and read at the same time so she could distance herself from the muttered insults and threats that were hurled at her most days for seven years. There was more to her Hogwarts days than the fluffy stories she told him, but Lily didn't really mind that all he saw was the happy, cheesy side. Hell, thinking of wacky stories to tell him let her pick through the shite and focus on all the good memories she had, so in a way, it was nice.
Laughing, she looked at him. "For a reason, or did you just want to prove you could?" she teased lightly. "I don't know, Ginger..." His family, she knew after two months, was not a happy topic. At all. In fact, it was a bloody horrible topic that caused a faint buzz of anger in the back of her head. So, nothing too far in the past. "How about more of this University, then? Tell me, were you skinny-dipping with a crowd of female admirers? Let me guess - alcohol was involved, yeah?" She shook her head sadly. "Oh, the horror." Lips quirking into a grin, she winked.
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