Michael had propelled himself inside of the Great Hall quickly, not because of a time constraint but because being awake all night had given his body the chance to realize just how hungry it was. His bolt was guided by his stomach. "Hey mate," Michael greeted warmly to Anthony, clapping his head gently in an affectionate hold before he sat down next to Terry. "Terry, you must have a tapeworm. Slice at a time, man!"
Michael grinned as Terry was shovelling toast into his mouth without really swallowing, somehow managing to pour pumpkin juice down in between. "Mfthkyumph." Was Terry's response, along with a foodstuffed sneer.
Michael chuckled, turned to Anthony and pointed to Terry, "Should I be scared that I know what he actually said? Fuck you, right?" Michael said, jerking his head back to Terry, who nodded with a packed cheek, cheeky and supremely amused grin.
Michael looked down at Anthony's toast, "Merlin that smells good."
"Well, seven years of friendship is bound to have unusual results," replied Anthony before taking enough bite. After he finished chewing, he continued. "The Ability to decipher words with a full mouth, identify a mate by his snore, determine how long it's been since he showered by his smell."
Michael caught the toast against his puffed out, thin chest and let it fall into his palm, neverminding the residue it left. "Brilliant, thanks." He grinned, taking a liberal first bite. His eyes moved up, their greyness amused before the boy stuck his beaky nose up into the air and inhaled. "Uhh... twenty, maybe thirty minutes." Michael said, pointing to Anthony. His finger turned to Terry, "Two or three weeks, I'd say."
Terry scoffed, "Mfthkyumph!!"
Michael grinned and pointed with his thumb, "Yep. Definitely 'fuck you'." Seeing Anthony's juice was emptying, Michael reached for the glass caraf and with a backhand 'I'm cool' motion poured it to the brim.
"Dankeschön, meines Freundes" Anthony replied, before taking a sip. "So, did you get a chance to look at the paper today?" It was getting more and more difficult for Anthony to withhold his true opinion of what was going, but he knew that they must continue to be covert - at least for the time being. "Let's just say that I don't think Sarah will be pleased with his."
Anthony glanced up. "Don't even think about it," he said, as he saw Terry's hand inch its way across the table.
Instinctively, Anthony wanted to argue with her. To tell her it made no sense to stay if she had a way out. It was logic - pure and simple. But he couldn't say that, because he wanted her there...with him.
Anthony lifted his lips from her wrist and looked up at her through his unruly curls. It was times like these that he realized he was rubbish at saying what was really on his mind. There was just some things that couldn't be put into words. He'd have to find a way to show her instead.
Sliding his arm around her waist, Anthony lead Hannah into the greenhouses, where it was warm and full of life - a sharp contrast to the world outside.
Warmth came over Hannah, and only in part because she was no surrounded by the heavy heat of a greenhouse. Led inside by Anthony's wrapping arms, Hannah kissed the side of the Ravenclaw's mouth with a gentle, simple gesture that said so much.
She found herself against the warm stone wall, her mossy eyes a match with the surrounding foliage. Her own arms snaked around Anthony's neck loosely, her bandage freed hand touching stiffly but attentively in the back of his hair. Hannah knew how much Anthony liked fingers through his hair, and she offered it freely.
Running fingers through Anthony's hair bore a strange parallel to an owner scratching behind the ear of a dog - without the tail wagging. It awakened all his senses and sent strange prickles down his neck. But he resisted. "If it hurts," he contested, not wanting to cause her pain in exchange for his pleasure.
"I want to do something for you," Anthony whispered, placing one hand on her hip while he pressed the other against the wall behind her. His thumb traced along a hint of skin beneath the fabric of her shirt.
Hannah leaned back against the wall, her eyes deeply entrenched in Anthony's. "It doesn't hurt enough to stop," Hannah smiled and subtly shook her head. "And anyhow I like it..." She smiled then. With a deep breath, her pert bosom rose, pressing against Anthony's chest. She held it, subconsciously rolling her shoulder back some to keep the contact between them.
With Anthony's words, Hannah didn't want to ruin it with a banal verbal response. She just looked at him, her eyes giving permission. She wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but she trusted him.
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Michael grinned as Terry was shovelling toast into his mouth without really swallowing, somehow managing to pour pumpkin juice down in between. "Mfthkyumph." Was Terry's response, along with a foodstuffed sneer.
Michael chuckled, turned to Anthony and pointed to Terry, "Should I be scared that I know what he actually said? Fuck you, right?" Michael said, jerking his head back to Terry, who nodded with a packed cheek, cheeky and supremely amused grin.
Michael looked down at Anthony's toast, "Merlin that smells good."
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He tossed Michael a piece. "Enjoy!"
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Terry scoffed, "Mfthkyumph!!"
Michael grinned and pointed with his thumb, "Yep. Definitely 'fuck you'." Seeing Anthony's juice was emptying, Michael reached for the glass caraf and with a backhand 'I'm cool' motion poured it to the brim.
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Anthony glanced up. "Don't even think about it," he said, as he saw Terry's hand inch its way across the table.
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Anthony lifted his lips from her wrist and looked up at her through his unruly curls. It was times like these that he realized he was rubbish at saying what was really on his mind. There was just some things that couldn't be put into words. He'd have to find a way to show her instead.
Sliding his arm around her waist, Anthony lead Hannah into the greenhouses, where it was warm and full of life - a sharp contrast to the world outside.
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She found herself against the warm stone wall, her mossy eyes a match with the surrounding foliage. Her own arms snaked around Anthony's neck loosely, her bandage freed hand touching stiffly but attentively in the back of his hair. Hannah knew how much Anthony liked fingers through his hair, and she offered it freely.
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"I want to do something for you," Anthony whispered, placing one hand on her hip while he pressed the other against the wall behind her. His thumb traced along a hint of skin beneath the fabric of her shirt.
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With Anthony's words, Hannah didn't want to ruin it with a banal verbal response. She just looked at him, her eyes giving permission. She wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but she trusted him.
She touched his face instead, to encourage him.
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