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[audreyrochester]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans'/ Monday, October 10th @ 7 PM
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Grady
Currently Involving: Audrey, Grady

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[grady_bucher]

Today had been a reasonably fun day. No classes all day, except for the occassional study hall, and he had hung around with Tyra for a bit. Ham and potatoes was a good way to end the day, he decided, pushing his plate away and standing. Of course, he did not have any plans for the night, and so, belly full, he made his way toward the door. Another night by the fire did certainly sound good! Maybe he'd run into Charlie and she'd finally take him up on his request. Oh, a man could only hope

[grady_bucher]

Really, as contradictory as it was to his reputation, he didn't care much about what Audrey looked like. It was her company, not her body, that he sought. And here she was, in his company. If that wasn't luck, Grady didn't know what was.

"Elaborate! You should know me well enough that I make up everything as I go along!" Grady exclaimed, not quite as loudly as an exclamation mark would lead you to believe. More important things? The statement roused him so thoroughly that he had to mention it. "More important than having fun (I know you don't get to have a lot of that) with me? Such as?" Grady said suspiciously as he leaned slightly closer to her as if waiting for an answer. "Brushing your hair with 200 strokes on each side?" he encouraged, slightly sarcastic

[audreyrochester]

Audrey sighed, shaking her head at his antics. He was such a strange boy, really. She had no idea why she put up with him for all these years. He truly was a bad influence!!

She cocked her eyebrow at the mention of brushing her hair for 200 strokes. No, she hadn't ever been that obsessed with her hair. Only 150 strokes

[grady_bucher]

He did remember. It always seemed foolish that she would be playing some bloody instrument when he was available to have fun with. He still didn't see the fun in stroking strings with a bow. Getting in trouble and creating mischief was so much funner.

He stood, just as she did, smiling. It was nice to have talked to her. "We will. I promise." If you could count on one thing, it was Grady keeping his promises. He still could not properly put his finger on the feeling that she gave him, but he decided that maybe it was acceptance. Even with her stiff and proper ways, she still enjoyed her company, and he hers.

When she hugged him, he realized it was unconditional love from a (practically) relative. He gave her a squeeze back, having already attacked her once. "You have a good night as well. Sleep tight!" Grady called after as she made her way to the dungeons. He needed a chocolate frog or two, so he headed up to the towers, smiling happily. It had been a very good day.

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