God Bless My Underwear

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Name(s): Catty Turner, Raziel Divinus [Complete, Closed]
Location: The rooftop
Week: 42
Time: Monday night
Rating: PG-13 for flashing and a picture of underwear

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Catty had a hard time containing herself, a large part of her giggling over what she was about to do, but that new part of her that was becoming more responsible just had to chime in that what she planning was mean. She brushed that part off. Raziel wouldn't understand the difference, anyway. She made her way to the roof, shoving her hands deep inside the pockets of her coat, checking to make sure that the "package" she was going to deliver was safe. This would be hilarious. Glancing around, she wondered how hard it would be to find her victim.

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Raziel stared at Catty as she appeared on the roof. Noticing her dressed in a trenchcoat that was remarkably similar to the one he wore when he protected Hogwarts from inclimate weather, made Raziel remember the offer she had so charitably given him.

He glared at the sky yet again, "You win this round," he muttered darkly to the weather, before turning to face his kind classmate.

"Hello, Catty. I see you have remembered where the roof was!" He greeted kindly.

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Catty grinned at Raziel, pulling one hand out of her pocket and giving him a slight wave. She hadn't forgotten where the roof was in the first place, but explaining that would just end up in a headache. At least he was cute.

"Yes, I did. I take it that there were no tornadoes tonight, Raziel?" She attempted to keep the teasing tone out of her voice. It would have been a wasted use of it.

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"None so far," Raziel said wisely, tilting his head in a philosophical nod, "But there may be some in the future," he finished hallowedly.

The quest to prevent tornados was one that would never be completed.