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May 14, 2018 23:05:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 23:05:47 GMT -7
@katie 09.01.2024 There was the dramatic eye-roll he was looking for! Even in the brief moments they had spent together so far, Lance knew of a few quirks and other things he knew he could get her going on. It was interesting to hear her opinion rather than him doing it in a sort of malicious way to get her riled up whenever he felt like it. He felt reassured having someone around him that was so sure of their convictions – and while Georgie was like that as well, it was different all at the same time. Lance didn’t know if he even had the words to describe how his sister and Katherine were different in their ideologies, aside from the fact that they were. There were moments where they were eerily similar in personality though. “I take it that they need to earn that respect first?” Lance asked, though knowing full well that this could end in a scoff about how she would never actually respect the British. It was odd to watch her base all of her disdain on them, as if it was all their fault that she had to be over here in the first place. But he had given up on making that argument within their first few dates. There was no budging for Katherine on that one.
His comment on how summer hadn’t really ended yet looked to go over well with her, adding that they should make the most of the time they had left. Lance found it hard to disagree with a point he had brought up in the first place, letting her pull herself up towards him, helping a bit by lowering his head once again to meet her there. Words didn’t really need to be exchanged for him to understand that this one was going to be more serious than the previous two had been; the firm grasp she had on his neck said more than enough. As he pressed his lips against hers again, Lance tightened his own grip on her leg. The last thing they needed was to be tumbling around on the floor of the compartment without good reason.
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Jun 19, 2018 5:52:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 5:52:02 GMT -7
lancelot ray linleyLance guessed that these people had to earn her respect and she hesitated for a moment. She considered trying to be nice about them, but she was sure that it was far too late to make Lance thing she had anything but animosity a bout it. "I suppose they can earn a certain level of... tolerance, I wouldn't call it respect per say," she clarified, hoping that explained it well enough. Maybe, just maybe if someone really proved themselves to her she would actually respect them, but she had a hard time assigning that word to anyone, let alone people she had chosen to hate. He met her lips as he moved toward him, making it a lot easier to kiss him in his position. He tightened his grip on her leg and she instinctively bent her knee a little more to push against his hand. After a moment, she released his neck in order to moved that hand behind her so she could push up so his neck didn't have to bend as much. She breathed in deeply through her nose, not wanting to have to break their kiss apart in order to get some oxygen. She did eventually break their lips apart, however, in order to lift herself up enough so she was sitting on his lap instead, her legs still bent to the one side. She went back in for another kiss. lancelot ray linley
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Jun 21, 2018 20:46:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2018 20:46:37 GMT -7
@katie 09.01.2024 Tolerance over respect…well, it wasn’t worth pushing it anymore. This sort of stubbornness had been seemingly nonexistent at Hogwarts, his mostly British classmates were more lax on the topic than Katherine was ever going to be. At the same time, that boldness to defy the normal was what made her that much more interesting, and it easily topped the hippy crowd he found himself hanging around. Those folks preferred singing about their feelings and whatever, and while he found himself associating with them, getting the other side was nice as well. “Muggle isn’t that hard to switch to I guess,” he shrugged. For once in his life though, he wasn’t going to sound like a crazy person when talking about them though, the use of no-maj would be commonplace this year with his fellow Americans around. The only downside to that would be if he decided to stay in England after graduating; any position in the magical community here was going to require him to adapt to their language, and after seven years of schooling, that shouldn’t have seemed as big of an issue as it actually was. At least there was still an entire school year in the way. What was probably only a few seconds went in complete slow motion, Lance locked in position as he kissed her. While Katherine managed to navigate her way from laying down to sitting on his lap with only one quick break of their lips, he was already lost to the world around him. Enough so that the first few raps on the door of their compartment didn’t register in his brain correctly. He assumed the train was passing over a different section of tracks, causing the door to rattle, not that someone was on the other side trying to get his attention. Even when he did finally notice, he tried to ignore them, at least until the person got more forceful. Peering around Katherine’s head as he pulled away from her, he let out a sigh, head bouncing off of the back of the headrest of his seat. It had to be time for the Prefect’s meeting. Sliding her off of his lap and onto the seat gently, he slowly crossed the distance to the door as the knocks refused to cease. This is what he got for placing his badge outside the door and being a goody-two-shoes for once in his life. “What?” he demanded as he cracked the door open, barely giving enough space for the person to see inside the compartment. The words uttered in response were indeed about the Prefect’s meeting, and Lance shooed the uninvited guest off before grabbing his badge from outside, slamming the door behind him as he turned to face Katherine again. “So the school decided to make me a Prefect this year,” he explained as he pinned the badge onto the front of his shirt. “And I was trying to avoid the mandatory meeting we have to go to while on the train, but one of their spies sniffed me out, so yeah…” She would have found out at some point, assuming he had managed to elude them the entire train ride. It wasn’t like being a Prefect was an egregious crime anyways – it simply meant that he was allowed to bend the rules more than any of the other students and have lighter repercussions. “I’ll make it back before we reach the school if they don’t hold me hostage,” Lance said as he crossed back over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the compartment. Having to leave like that kind of sucked. [The End]
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