Karen is informed by owl that she's a prefect. She writes her friends about that, of course.
"He does! But I think he could stand to be a little more lenient, I like you a lot more than he does."
"Does he have things to say about my haircut or the way I sneeze?"
"Maybe! He still can't spell and 'sneeze' is not in his phrase book." Kiss.
More of that, less talking.
Miranda's hands have to be warm by now but they're still under his robes and it's lovely and maybe his hands are a little chilly too.
Minor does have nice warm knees, it's true. She squeaks when he goes for hers and then giggles.
He giggles too, a little self-consciously, and then kisses her again.
Kisses are so nice.
Miranda is so great and the tent is so cozy and oh that's how people end up making terrible life choices because gosh if they involved more Miranda he could make some pretty terrible life choices.
- oh right, some life choices are terrible. She freezes and grabs his wrists.
" - mm -"
" - right, probably doesn't get easier to stop - I'll - make more hot chocolate -"
No one'd know.
He does not say that! He goes and makes more hot chocolate.
She sips it pensively. If her hands are cold she's addressing that with the mug.
"Being patient is annoying."
"Little bit. Would be less so if there were - reasons that weren't just social ones -"
"I mean, I also don't have any potions on me."
"If there weren't social stuff it wouldn't have been outrageously presumptuous to just bring some."
"Yeah, I guess that's true."
Hug. Very restrained hug. "After we graduate -"
"Immediately, or just the vague block of time thereafter?"
"Doesn't have to be, like, week-of, but waiting years when we don't have to would be even more frustrating -"
"If you want to get engaged on my birthday we can do that."