"How nice of you to walk away from your problems!" Jamie called after her, opting to plant her feet and hold her ground. She crossed her arms over the dark wool of her coat-- which helped a little bit to keep the nippy winter air away from her fingers.
His back was to her, so she didn't bother the way the fire caught in her eyes. Some girls may have found him infuriating, but Jamie couldn't help but somewhat enjoy it.
She plopped down in the grass, neatly folding her legs beneath her, and silently waited.
Miles heard the sound of her bottom plopping onto the hard February ground. Curiousity made him glance back as he continued to walk.
"Interesting some factors people don't think about when being stubborn," he called to her, raising his voice a bit louder since he was still getting farther away but slowing his step just slightly. "For instance, one might not wonder how long the damp cold from the grass will soak through one's trousers."
Jamie rolled her eyes. Hands patting the cold and soft ground beneath her. Most of the snow had melted away, but it left her hands coated in murky water.
A grimmance washed over her face, but it melted away quickly.
"Until once realizes said person is indeed a witch," she yelled, grinning as she patted the grass next to her.
That was one of the reasons he could tolerate Jamie so well - she was logical. Many girls would be so used to fitting into the Muggle world that they often forgot to use magic for simple things.
"While others laugh at the lone girl sitting in the grass in the middle of winter while her mate goes to eat and revel in drink."
It was true, and as if to remind her how absolutely pigheaded she was being her stomach let out a loud and low growl. Seeing that it would've been impossible Jamie didn't even bother stopping the corners of her lips from tugging downward.
But she couldn't let him walk away with a clean win. No, sir.
"Well, I'm not going to help myself up, now am I?" She scoffed dramatically, holding out a little fair hand.
"Are you a gentleman or not?" All she could do was take the whine out of her sarcasm before it slipped out. He was right. Normally, she'd rather chew her own hand off before giving it to someone-- especially a man --for help.
But there was the occasional exception. This was one of them.
It took a lot of his self-control not to roll his eyes at the girl. Miles started walking back to her, being completely silent and not giving her the satisfaction of a smirk.
"You're lucky my parents taught me so well as a child," he said, reaching her and taking her outstretched hand before she could pull it away and stand on her own. He walked back damnit and he was going to help.
And Jamie was going to promptly pull him into the grass. She did just that. Her hand securely locked in his, and before she pulled Jamie couldn't help but let a mischievous flash of trouble glimmer through her eyes. With a grin, she yanked on his hand, and pulled Miles down next to her.
A high, free laugh echoed through the night air.
"This is going to be a good night," Jamie sighed happily, getting to her feet before heading towards town, "I can feel it!"
He understood her intentions only a second before she pulled him to the ground. Generally he would have been able to stop the attack, but... well... Jamie was jacked.
Miles forced himself back to his feet and caught up with her easily.
Jamie did everything she could not to smile. She hadn't gone to school with Miles, but from what she'd heard he wasn't the most likable guy. Even with all the evidence Jamie found it difficult to believe. What was there really not to like? Honesty? Having original thoughts? Bluntness? That didn't sound so bad to her.
"Opinion," she said, only glancing at him for a second before setting her eyes forward again.
"I'll never quite understand why other people think that quoting 'Opinion' at me will actually work," he replied easily. He'd been mocked quite a bit for his "catch-phrase."
"Besides, what I said wasn't even an opinion," he pointed out. "I said I would concider it my win, not that it actually was. So, therefore, it is a factual statement about my beliefs." Miles refrained from adding 'So there.'
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"Because I wont chase you... Mr. Bletchley"
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"Then you won't be getting dinner," he called back over his shoulder without looking.
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She plopped down in the grass, neatly folding her legs beneath her, and silently waited.
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"Interesting some factors people don't think about when being stubborn," he called to her, raising his voice a bit louder since he was still getting farther away but slowing his step just slightly. "For instance, one might not wonder how long the damp cold from the grass will soak through one's trousers."
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A grimmance washed over her face, but it melted away quickly.
"Until once realizes said person is indeed a witch," she yelled, grinning as she patted the grass next to her.
"Then one laughs at the seat of damp trousers!"
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"While others laugh at the lone girl sitting in the grass in the middle of winter while her mate goes to eat and revel in drink."
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But she couldn't let him walk away with a clean win. No, sir.
"Well, I'm not going to help myself up, now am I?" She scoffed dramatically, holding out a little fair hand.
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"Are you a witch or not?" he asked, mocking what she had previously said. "Besides, Miss Bellanger, you're not one to ask for a man's help."
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"Are you a gentleman or not?" All she could do was take the whine out of her sarcasm before it slipped out. He was right. Normally, she'd rather chew her own hand off before giving it to someone-- especially a man --for help.
But there was the occasional exception. This was one of them.
"Help me!"
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"You're lucky my parents taught me so well as a child," he said, reaching her and taking her outstretched hand before she could pull it away and stand on her own. He walked back damnit and he was going to help.
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A high, free laugh echoed through the night air.
"This is going to be a good night," Jamie sighed happily, getting to her feet before heading towards town, "I can feel it!"
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Miles forced himself back to his feet and caught up with her easily.
"I still consider that my win."
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"Opinion," she said, only glancing at him for a second before setting her eyes forward again.
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"Besides, what I said wasn't even an opinion," he pointed out. "I said I would concider it my win, not that it actually was. So, therefore, it is a factual statement about my beliefs." Miles refrained from adding 'So there.'
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