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[loopdeelou]

:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving:  Lou-boo!

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but

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[brinley_watson]

Poor, Poor Pomfrey. She had really just set out to do her job and got paired with Brinley Watson as some sort of punishment for a job well done. Earlier? Upon dragging his lover in, he gave the woman a good look over and immediately drawled "Really, I had hoped they'd have someone more competent in here by now" before questioning her about her credentials. This was Illiad that she'd be tending to. Only the best, only the best.

And now she had made the mistake of asking a relaxed, hardly caring Brinley about their pre-passing-out activities? Poor thing.

Despite the shock and worry that had been ramming it's way through his mind and heart from the second he hit the floor to even then, he had decided that he'd do well to perch himself in the bedside chair and begin to read a fashion magazine. Pages turned as he blatantly ignored the woman but oh, yes, that question deserved a reply.

"What do you bloody well think I was doing?" What, did she expect some admission that he had poisoned him or something? "Jacking him off," he

[loopdeelou]

Pomfrey, of course, used to years of working with teenagers, had found that nothing could surprise her. Not even this. Who didn't know that Mr. Quidditch-Playing-And-Occasionally-Getting-Injured-In-The-Process Illiad Hawkins was light in the loafers? She arched an eyebrow at Brinley, sitting there. "Really," she said, dryly, "would've thought he'd gone for someone a little nicer, the poor soul. But there's teenagers for you." She marked something off on her clipboard

[brinley_watson]

Now, Illiad wasn't so fond of everyone knowing his poofer status but if he wasn't awake to hear the damage being made? Well, all the better for Brinley. His secrecy had always driven him mad anyway. He was dating Brinley bloody Watson! That was something to brag of, not.. sweep beneath some rug!

His gaze flickered to Pomfrey for just a moment, then back to Louvika. Funny, though, as he spoke to the person he wasn't looking at, but Lou's reactions were generally ten times more hilarious. "Really," he replied. "Suppose you'll have to preach at him about better bedfellows later. You can leave now." It was as if he was actually trying to get kicked out of the ward or something

[loopdeelou]

"No!" Lou hadn't shouted, but she had made it very clear that this was not a light-hearted 'no'. Apperently, Pomfrey had entrusted her again with her speaking privleges. "I'm not going anywhere!" Owl still on shoulder, she grabbed a chair and swung it around to sit on it back-to-front, exactly across from where Brinley sat. Her pose was far different from his, too-- while he sat back so nonchalent, she had hunched low over her cousin and entangled their hands together so she could pet his soothingly. Her grey eyes-- so, perhaps unfortauntely, like Illiad's-- didn't stray an inch from his face, although they scanned over it back and forth in a constant motion. They were, indeed, wide with concern and definately fearful

[homely_illiad]

Little did he want to admit it, but it was probably likely that Illiad would feel at least some trepidation as soon as the end of November began rolling around. The fact was only made worse by the fact that his birthday, November 5th, was Guy Fawkes Day-- celebration of a great British traitor. Well. That was merely a conincidence, he thought blithely to himself, shivering with delight when Brinley kissed such a tender spot. He ran a hand through Brinley's short hair and kissed him back on the top of his cheekbone, under the corner of his eye. "Thanks," he said, in a husky whisper. His eyelids fluttered heavily over his grey eyes

[brinley_watson]

Right, like Brinley didn't figure that much out on his own. Illiad hadn't ever really been the sort to stick to his guns at all. He'd back down for his boyfriend, so why wouldn't he do the same for his family? Sure, he had displayed a marvelous example of back-turning and all right in that very room but honestly? Brinley knew that had he not promised to not do so, he'd likely run off and apologize to that bint the first chance he had. Yeah, actually leave his family without a second thought?

For Illiad, that was likely impossibleSo simply put, he'd be there to straighten the boy's mind back out. There was no way that this wasn't going to happen now, after all. Again, he'd not put himself out there and actually get trampled over

[homely_illiad]

Wondering if Brinley had been studying legilimency while he was resting, Illiad followed him into the sitting position, combing out his mussed hair with one hand and reaching for Brinley's cloak. It was his now. Brinley wouldn't be getting it back any time soon. Well. Unless it lost its Brinley smell. Then Illiad would have to refresh it by either replacing it with a new one or spraying it down with Brinley's cologne. Whatever he had to do to keep himself warm on nights when Brinley chose not to come to his bed

[brinley_watson]

Yes. Had he tried to put his boot on for him, he'd likely have kicked him in the jaw on the spot. Brinley wasn't daft. He knew how to put his damn shoes on.

Though it would be an incredibly touching move that would just secure Illiad's obedience in his mind...

...hm.

Anyway, that was neither here nor there. Once they were both ready, Brinley slipped an arm around Illiad's back to help him walk as really, he'd need all of his strength. He owed Brinley. He'd need every ounce of energy for once they got back into their room.

Those new washed feelings were needing attention, after all.

So, with an arm supporting his lover, Brinley lead him off, pausing only go flip off the poor Infirmity mistress on the way out.