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[ohsweetmerlin]

Week Name/Date/Time: Keep Your Friends Close/Friday, 24 March 2006/ 10:01 PM
Location: (Corridor to) Kitchens
Open To: Thatcher, Hanna
Currently Involving: Merlin

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[cthatcherhale]

Thatcher didn't sneak out after curfew - he hadn't yet returned to his dorm! Ohhh, was he ever feeling gutsy. If that new caregiver caught him, well.. he'd not worry about that. Daft git seemed to fancy standing in dark corridors more than doing his job, in Thatcher's fine opinion, so he was hardly a threat.

He was whistling as he made his way down the hallway en route to the kitchens. He planned on chatting it up with house elves about Alexis to the point that they'd actually volunteer to make her something delicious.. something that Thatcher could sneak up to her. Oh, a bird! He had his very own bird (sort of) and it was lovely, plotting and planning out little things to do for her to let her know how special he thought she was! Sort of made him, who knows, warm and fuzzy inside and all of that rubbish! Though he'd never admit it. Too manly for warm fuzzies

[hannakens]

Hanna Kensington was surprised that she still had the ability to try and be stealthy once curfew had passed and she was out of her common room. Evenings spent sneaking out with Charlie had caused her to be a bit more bold... perhaps giggly as she sneaked along the corridors. Without him, however, she found that she was calm and collected as ever, humming 'Hanna Bo Banna' to herself as was her habit when thinking of food.

Bananas. They were the key, possibly.

She abruptly stopped humming as it began to mix with a low whistling, and she smirked as she found herself heading toward Thatcher Hale. Oh, and Merlin Flanagan. He was in her year... rather loud and... far too proud of being Irish. But he was tolerable, at least, and so she continued to smile as she reached them.

"Two Gryffindor blokes? I'll be surprised if I manage to knick any food for myself now."

[cthatcherhale]

Goodness, weren't they a musical mix?

Had Thatcher known that Hanna had been behind him, he would have taken advantage of the situat-- NO, HE WOULD NOT HAVE. Thatcher was determined to not even touch another bird while he and Lexi were courting! Oh, but Hanna was so adorable and precious and sweet and he hadn't quite gotten the chance to ever properly snog her.. she was tempation, that Hanna. Horrid, gorgeous, toe-headed temptation. Despite her being the sort of temptation that had always caught Thatch's eye, he hardly registered her voice as it piped up behind him and immediately jumped, startled by the unexpected voice.

Knees slightly bent, eyes wide, and hand pressed to his heart, he quickly spun around to find the source of the noise.

Oh. HannaOnce the shock wore off, Thatcher plastered on a swanky grin. "Really, a fine bird such as yourself shouldn't be wandering about dark corridors without a proper gentleman to lead you about--" Oh, BLIMEY. Without any intentions, his voice was all lovely and low. "--I mean, you

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin wasn't quite sure how 'Rocky Road to Dublin' and the name game connected smoothly, but if he was given the proper time he could figure it out. Squeeze in a verse of the name game after the 1 2 3 4 5 or something. Adding Thatcher's whistling, it would be highly entertaining.

"Ye fancy me in a place like this? Tha' what ye said, boyo? Ruin me appetite, why don't ye," Merlin joked, leaning back a bit to glance at Hanna. Yes, he knew her from a class or two, acquaintances perhaps... so on and so forth. Ben had mentioned making her angry once, but that was definitely not something to hold against her.

"Aye! Pokin' fun at us lions when yer not e'en supposed t'be.. lovely without... blokes there fer... oh bugger, nevermind. Talk to her, Thatch, I'm too distracted by hunger!"