| Details for Hairy Halloween Planning |
| Summary: | Snoggy warning: Gerald and Soleil get together to snog and talk about the future, more pointedly their fancy dress for Halloween. |
| Date: | October 12th, 1939 |
| Location: | Hogwarts - Serpentine Maze |
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Serpentine Maze
It is a fall night. The weather is cool and overcast.
Once past the Potions classroom the dungeon passages quickly start twisting and turning, doubling back on themselves and in general becoming confusing enough that someone without an intimate knowledge of their workings tends to end up right back where they started. As if the complexity was not enough the dungeon passageways are ill lit by guttering torches as well as being eternally chill. At the bottom edge of some of the walls found in the dungeon are carved with slithering depictions of snakes stretched out along the floor. In one dead end the snakes are carved up the corners of and edges of the dead end. On the flat of the dead end wall which there is a bas-relief of a man in medieval robs with a point goatee and a bald head. Most of the mans features have long been worn down. Dewy condensation glitters on his stony bald head.
It's a well ingrained habit by now. Weekday, weekend, it really doesn't matter, Gerald spends a bulk of his time slumped against the wall in the dungeons waiting for a particularly little snake to finish with her studies. Sundays are not exempt from this ritual.
So, as ritual demands, the Gryffindor is easily found in his spot, his back pressed against the wall as he thumbs through a small book entitled 'Pocket Sized Guide to Particularly Practical Potions'. But judging by the expression he wears, it's not the most interesting read ever.
Soleil tries to sneak up on him. But a bit of moss under her shoe squishes and slips and she makes a meep sound as she takes ahold of the wall to keep from doing the splits. She really should learn by now that stealth and sneaking is not her thing. It always ends in failure and embarrassment! "Ack! Hello darling." She drawls out sheepishly as she does her best to right herself gracefully.
Gerald grins at the noise, his eyes lifting as she slips and while he does hold a hand out to her to help her right herself he does a piss poor job hiding his amusement. "When will you learn, you're going to need completely different feet to be able to be stealthy?" He slips the book into his jacket pocket for now, "Other than you less than impressive grace you're looking well." It's formal, but it's also safe..and, he's still trying not to laugh.
Soleil takes Geralds hand and shakes her head chuckling a little at herself. "Well I hope you don't love me for my gracefulness." She kisses his cheek softly and gives him a poke in the belly. "Go on and laugh, I can tell when you're trying not to." She grumbles lightly. "I'll work on the stealth feet, but really I'm just sneaking to help hone your Hit Wizard skills." A dry but pretty smile crooks her lips and she looks about before she tucks herself right in leaning against him and going for his lips now.
"If only every criminal were as graceful as yourself then, my life goals would come to a head in weeks rather than years." It's not an insult, he grins to show as much before he allows her in close. He even complies with the press of her lips as a hand reaches around her to twist his fingers in the hem of her uniform. He even emits a small 'Mmm' before he chuckles. "So what do you want to do today? Did you have plans?"
Soleil gives him a gentle shove that's playful and her glower at him is hollow. "If only. Brat." He gives gets another kiss and she makes no move to wrench herself free of his hold. "We can't do the things I want to do." She teases sweetly with a forlorn sigh. "I don't have any plans but to be with you while I can before classes starts again on Monday. I thought that we could maybe talk about costumes for the Halloween feast. I know it's not your favorite and we won't even go. But it's the one time we get to fancy dress and it's our last chance to fancy dress."
Gerald chuckles dryly at the mention of the Halloween Feast. His head even rolls back, thumping against the dank dungeon walls as she closes his eyes. "My favorite event. Yay." The excitement in his voice is overwhelming, really. The only saving grace of the conversation is mention of what she at least would like to do. That helps in the ego department a fair bit. "Same rules as every other year. No dress. No beard. No tights. I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity that I like to remain /with/ my masculinity." Sure they are alone his hand slides to give her backside a small pinch.
Soleil tries to make it more of a pleasant topic by ducking her head down to kiss at his exposed neck with his head all dramatically rolled back. A cute little meep and jump nearly has her head butting his chin at the pinch. That earns him another swat. "You are so lucky I adore you. Alright, no dresses, no beards and no tights. Why no beards? They are quite manly."
"Because they itch." He allows with a low tone. "I'm being a wet blanket. Let sulk." He manages a small, lopsided grin before offering another pinch in response to being head butted. This could go on for hours! "What were you wanting? I know you already have a list of potentials." She IS the queen of academic. At least in his world. "I also get a very appreciative night the next Hogsmeade weekend for tolerating the crowd."
Soleil laughs softly and gives his jaw line a little skitch with her fingers. "No sulking." Of course she has an idea. "We can be the Warlock with a Hairy heart and the witch he kills in The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Which means I get dressed up, we just get you something nice to wear and then we both have our chests popped open and you can hold the heart dangling out of my chest now and then when you want and you will have the hairy heart to hold onto as well. Give the firsties something to whimper about. It's also a good story, against the Dark Arts." Which is sort of poignant to their relationship last year. "You will be given my appreciation every Hogsmeade Weekend if things go nicely…"
Gerald chuckles, nodding gently. "If that's what you want, okay." She had him at every Hogsmeade weekend. He's pretty much suffered a minor stroke at the idea. In a good way. "Why would things not go well? Were you planning on me messing up in the near future because..I have a pretty busy schedule and we may have to juggle some stuff."
Soleil shakes her head grinning, "No, I don't plan on you messing up. My plans for the future include you as much as possible." As in marriage, but she's not going to drop that topic on him again. "I'm fine with juggling. Whatever we need to do to work, I'm willing. So you like the idea? Or are you just saying yes for the intercourse?" She pokes him in the belly with a smirk.
"I'm just saying yes for the intercourse." He admits without missing so much as a beat. "But, that's perfectly okay. I'm 17. It's ingrained in my very core. I hear it eventually gets less encompassing but I'm pretty sure that it's just something you'll have to live with. At least my automated responses include agreeing with you."
Soleil laughs and gives him a poke while kissing him, "Yeah, at least. I can live with it especially if I get agreed with. I also got into this relationship full well knowing just what sort of schedule I would have to deal with, here and after graduation. So don't be concerned with scheduling. I have the luxury of having a schedule that I can change pretty easily. Only if I have a potion brewing that requires my attention at a certain point in time."