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[filmstarbeauty]

When it came to objects in space and questions of what did and did not belong to her, Blair Waldorf lived by a very reasonable rule. If she wanted it, she went for it and if she didn't want it then it better move out of her way

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[drop_dead_fred]

"I know that face," said Fred, deadpanning a face of mock dread as he stopped dramatically in the door to the kitchen, hands splayed against either side of the doorframe as if he were trying to hold himself back from entering. "There is something dangerous going on in here-- is it safe to come in? I solemnly swear I only wanted a snack." He was gratified by her expression as she looked up at him; it wasn't nearly as annoyed as most people's might have been after that speech. He supposed maybe knowing he had won her in the auction might be influencing her to be more tolerant, but as even he didn't yet know what he wanted to do with their day together, it wasn't as if it were a threat. Not yet, anyway.

[filmstarbeauty]

A smirk supplanted the minor scowl that had been there just moments before. Turning to face the doorway, she gestured that it was indeed safe to enter. There were a list of people she would have thrown the mug at if they had started talking to her like that. Surprisingly, Fred wasn't one of them.

"Yes, yes. Of course you can. I'm not in the mood to bite today. I'm only thinking."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Well, it's my lucky day then," he replied, dropping his hands from the doorframe and clapping them together once as he entered the room, giving both Blair and her project a wide berth. He didn't want to push his luck too far, after all. He pulled the icebox door open and laid his nose against the side of it, searching out a snack with one eye and watching her with the other. "Dare I ask what scheme of island domination you're hatching today?"

[filmstarbeauty]

"It's hardly domination."

Though it could be. It needed a better type of motivation than just being fun and pretty and what not. At least it'd be something to do. Flipping over a page, she turned to face Fred and the refrigerator. "I'm planning a prom. Since classes are ending for the term and all of that."

[drop_dead_fred]

Fred's brow furrowed as he pulled free a plate of what appeared to be sticky buns, and reached for the bowl of berries behind it. "Prom?" he asked, his expression bemused and puzzled. "That's one of those Muggle things I'm supposed to know what it means, yeah?" He got out a bowl, and then on second thought got out another. "You want?" he motioned to the fruit and pastry.

[filmstarbeauty]

"Yeah. It is." Examining what he was offering, she shook her head. Food was definitely not happening like that. "Um, it's like a bit fancy dance to celebrate school ending."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Oh, brill," he said, nodding. Sounded like the Yule Ball, except without McGonagall breathing down your neck, which could only be an improvement.

He finished lumping berries on top of his bun and started putting everything back in the icebox. When he was done, he closed the door and leaned back against it, eyeing the curl of her hair against the nape of her neck, glad she wasn't looking at him. "So you need a date for this thing, then?"

[filmstarbeauty]

Biting her lip as she looked down at the to-do list she was working on, she picked up a pen and scribbled something else down on it. A strict menu was probably not going to happen, but maybe a buffet type arrangement would work.

She nodded again in response to his question. "Typically. Dates are kind of how they work."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Oh, I meant specifically you, do you need a date," he said, managing to be frank and wry at the same time as he came around to where she could see him. "Not that I'm asking," he added quickly, "just, you know, for my own information."

His grin was probably far too smug to be good for him, but he couldn't help it-- when faced with a potentially disastrous situation, especially where a girl was involved, it was far easier to laugh than be seen taking anything seriously.

[filmstarbeauty]

The expression on her face was one akin to the look she'd be wearing if Fred had started prattling on in Russian. Bewilderment mix with a bit of frustration.

"Well, yes. I mean it hasn't even gone anywhere yet. I don't have a day set or a venue or told S. But I mean, I'll probably just go with Chuck, because he'll drop whomever he's taken up with for me."

After all, that's how these things worked. Unless other things called for it, they stuck with each other.

[drop_dead_fred]

Slightly thunderstruck, Fred's expression was not entirely under his control, and therefore communicated clearly exactly what he thought of I'll just go with Chuck. "So that's-- really? You'd go to all the bother of planning this and then just go with," his fingers made quotations in the air, "some bloke who'll have to ditch some other bird to be your date?"

His eyebrows went up and he put up his hands, palms out, a clear gesture of giving up on something that bewildered him. "Call me mad, but I'd rather go with someone who actually wanted to be with me."

[filmstarbeauty]

For a moment Blair just sat there for a moment, mouth agape. She was astounded. People didn't talk like that to her, not unless they wanted to be out of her good graces for a good long time.

As if becomming unstuck by whatever had frozen her, she blinked rapidly. An angry sort of fire was rising up in her chest and if she hadn't run the risk of ruining her work, she'd have poured her coffee on him.

"He's not some bloke, he's Chuck. It's different. Plus, you're implying that he won't man up and ask me first." She was nothing if not confident her ability to have a good time with or without the date thing, but he was her other half. For better or worse (usually worse) they were a duo hellbent on maintaining the UES together. "You don't get it and you certainly don't get to judge me. He's..." she broke off, sighing heavily before she began to gather up her things. "I don't justify myself. You're just some guy I know."