Not to be rude, or anything, but did your mum drop you on the head when you were a baby- or…Did you fall off a hipogriff before first year? I’m asking thing, because I’m unsure if this is just you, or if you need to see Pomprey.
My mother was very careful with me when I was younger, thank you very much. I’ve never ridden a hippogriff. I also don’t need to see Pomfrey. I’m perfectly fine. I’m sorry you can’t appreciate my words of wisdom. Maybe you just need to sit down, sometimes it helps me.
Are you sure about that, love? You seem to be suffering from ‘air syndrome’. You know, where if someone were to blow in your ear, the air would escape through the other side? {nods slowly.} The words weren’t actually wisdom…Erm, why would i need to sit down?
Ryan only smiled as he listened to her ramble. He had never heard Kat sound so excited, and it was contagious. He found himself bouncing from foot to foot before they opened the Room’s door, and Ryan readjusted the bags on his shoulder before going over to a doorframe in the middle of the room. It was a plain dark brown door, but the Room had apparently listened to his request because he pulled Kat through the door and opened it without a moment’s hesitation. As soon as they walked through the door, they were on the bank of the Seine river, sounds of the city dull because it was so late but still there nonetheless. The Eiffel Tower glinted from just over the bridge, and Ryan immediately turned to peck Kat on the lips. He dropped their bags and held out his arms to the landscape behind them. “Miss Rowley,” he said with a bow of his head, “welcome to Paris.”
When Kat and Caroline had been to Paris, they only went out in the morning. Now, taking a glance around the area at night, her eyes were wide, and her mind was everywhere. Even though it was late in the night, the city still seemed so very alive. “Wow. Thi-This is,” her mouth was gaped like a fish. Paris was lksfklsf, she thought. Paris was— wkkladjlkjda. No. She couldn’t say that. There were way too many thoughts on Paris to go through her mind right now, so she turned to Ryan and grinned like a mad woman. Who knew breaking rules could be so fun?
Walking is really weird. We don’t even think, we just do it. We command our legs to walk without even thinking about it. It’s really weird, they just carry us wherever we want to go forever and we don’t even need to think ‘right leg, walk. left leg, walk. right leg, walk.’ It makes us all geniuses to be able to do this. I bet animals have to think about walking.
Not to be rude, or anything, but did your mum drop you on the head when you were a baby- or…Did you fall off a hipogriff before first year? I’m asking thing, because I’m unsure if this is just you, or if you need to see Pomprey.
Ryan chased her through the Tower, trying to stay as quiet as possible as he grabbed her and tackled her onto the couch, kissing her before rolling off to pick up his bag from next to the fireplace. “We’ve gotta sneak to the Room of Requirement, and I’ve got it so we can apparate over,” he explained in a rushed whisper as he opened the tower door to start down the stairs. “Lovely pajamas,” he grinned, though he was being sincere. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, both his and Kat’s bag slung over his shoulder as they made their way down the stairs, and Ryan took the girl’s hand in his. Once they reached the ground level, Ryan raced them down the corridors until the RoR door appeared infront of them. “I told you so,” Ryan muttered with a smile, pressing his face against the side of Kat’s head and kissing he temple. “You ready?”
She was going to break rules. Actual rules. Katarina was breaking rules. She hadn’t broken the sneaking out rule sense second year, where she pretty much forced to come along with a group with males to explore the castle because she said she’d tell on them. This was much much more exciting because she was going on her own free will. “Okay,” she said after the couch and the kisses and the compliments on her pajamas. Really, she was super excited. Which wasn’t her on the whole ‘breaking rules’ thing. What would McGonagall say? What about the River issue? Sighing, she forgets it all and giggles as the scurry through the RoR. “Absolutely,” she responds, entering the room. She’d always liked it here. This was the area where she’d occasionally escape to play piano. “Now what?” she asks with wide eyes, eager for whatever came next. Her hand was in his, her fingers intertwined with his. “Is there some secret passage way- do we wait for someone—” she silences herself, looking Ryan over with a childlike amazement of her own.
It was a Wednesday night at 2:30 in the morning when Ryan burst into the girl’s wing of the Ravenclaw tower. “Where is Katarina Rowley?” he boomed, ignoring the bitter, confused and anxious looks he got from the other girls. As soon as he saw Kat sit up in bed, he grinned and started bouncing from foot to foot. “You ready? You packed that bag? Let’s go, go go,” he chanted, going over and jumping onto Kat’s bed, poking and tickling and kissing her until she woke up. “Paris is lovely at this time of night,” he murmured in her ear.
Katarina was normally the first person up in the dorm. It was her thing, waking up to have her jog an hour before breakfast, and then going off to class. What she hadn’t expected, however, was to be awoken by an overly enthusiastic Ryan who was kissing her until she woke. She let out a nervous laugh, not caring that her female classmates were making the same awestruck expression she was. But instead of looking confused because a male had somehow managed to go into the girl’s dorms without the staircase screwing up…Kat was more surprised by how enthusiastic he looked. “I packed, I just really had no idea you’d be up this early. Even for me…this is odd. And how’d you even manage to get into the dorms without falling on your arse?” She stood up in her night slip and pointed towards a bag in the corner. “I did pack, though. Mr. Enthusiasm…”
Ryan only smiled like a kid on Christmas, still bouncing. “Never underestimate the determination of an overly-excited five year old trapped in a 18 year old’s body,” he cackled. “Now come onnnn,” he whined, grabbing her arm to sit her up and going over to grab her bag, turning back to her. “Let’s go. Let’s goooo go go,” he sang. “Now. I want to get settled there before sunrise,” he explained quickly as he waited for her to get up.
Taking a moment to sigh, Kat stands up. She doesn’t hope that he minds her walking out of here in her pajamas, because it really does just look like a knee length summer dress. Oh, and it’s Paris for crying out loud. And how exciting is it to go there with Ryan and her shoulder length hair cut. Giving him a bright grin, she says, “Race you…” and before he, or any of the girl’s in the room could notice her leave, Katarina is speeding down to the Common rooms as though she’s racing down to retrieve presents from the Great Christmas Elf.
It was a Wednesday night at 2:30 in the morning when Ryan burst into the girl’s wing of the Ravenclaw tower. “Where is Katarina Rowley?” he boomed, ignoring the bitter, confused and anxious looks he got from the other girls. As soon as he saw Kat sit up in bed, he grinned and started bouncing from foot to foot. “You ready? You packed that bag? Let’s go, go go,” he chanted, going over and jumping onto Kat’s bed, poking and tickling and kissing her until she woke up. “Paris is lovely at this time of night,” he murmured in her ear.
Katarina was normally the first person up in the dorm. It was her thing, waking up to have her jog an hour before breakfast, and then going off to class. What she hadn’t expected, however, was to be awoken by an overly enthusiastic Ryan who was kissing her until she woke. She let out a nervous laugh, not caring that her female classmates were making the same awestruck expression she was. But instead of looking confused because a male had somehow managed to go into the girl’s dorms without the staircase screwing up…Kat was more surprised by how enthusiastic he looked. “I packed, I just really had no idea you’d be up this early. Even for me…this is odd. And how’d you even manage to get into the dorms without falling on your arse?” She stood up in her night slip and pointed towards a bag in the corner. “I did pack, though. Mr. Enthusiasm…”
The fact that he was speaking so close to her lips and hadn’t taken initiative to kiss her, made her stomach twirl. “I know I can,” she teased, mischievously. “No, it’s not. But then again…how would you know?” Her eyelashes flutter jokingly. A laugh soon escaping her. “Oh, Merlin you’re so romantic. The Prefect’s bathroom?” she pauses, “I’ll go, if you manage to carry me there. The whole ankle thing, really has a way of killing the mood…”
With an eyeroll, Ryan tousled Kat’s hair childishly. Butterflies erupted in his stomach while she smoldered at him, but he kept his cool. “Really, Kat? You honestly think I’m about to lose my viriginity to you in a prefect bathroom, you with a busted ankle and me cut up like sliced bread? Give me some credit,” he grinned. “I’m perfectly content with foreplay.” He winked. “I’ll surprise you. I still owe you that trip to Paris.”
If it had been any other day, the hair thing might have gotten a frown out of her. But since her hair was already screwed up, there really was no point. “Fine, I’ll give you credit. Bathrooms in general gross me out, by the way,” she smiles. “So you weren’t joking? Paris. With. You?” her eyebrow had delicately risen at the thought of Paris. It was a nice thought, but was it possible?
To be honest, Kat wasn’t sure if she liked cream puff, Kat; but whatever. “I could work you up, if you wanted. But honestly, Ry. We’re outside. Even I have boundaries,” she cooed jokingly. Her body tensed a bit at the ear grazing. Honestly, that was a weakness for her and it was lucky for him that he decided to kiss her cheek after. Really, it really confused her how he could so easily affect her this way without even trying.
A laugh escaped Ryan’s lungs and he readjusted Kat in his lap to reach her lips. “You think you could work me up?” he challenged teasingly, kissing her nose. “I feel like it’s not all that difficult to work you up.” he studied her face for a few moments, as he often did when he was trying to figure her out. “We could go back to the prefect’s bathroom,” he managed to murmur with a straight face before his mouth quirked up in a smile.
The fact that he was speaking so close to her lips and hadn’t taken initiative to kiss her, made her stomach twirl. “I know I can,” she teased, mischievously. “No, it’s not. But then again…how would you know?” Her eyelashes flutter jokingly. A laugh soon escaping her. “Oh, Merlin you’re so romantic. The Prefect’s bathroom?” she pauses, “I’ll go, if you manage to carry me there. The whole ankle thing, really has a way of killing the mood…”
The affection he was giving her, sort of drove her wild. She should have been sore from the row she had with father, but she was’t. This was pleasant. The jaw kisses were a small weakness for her and she found skin prickle at his touch. “I’d rather be a better person than a cream puff.” She mused between kiss. Kat had probably been overly affectionate with that last kiss because Ryan was blushing and she was catching her breath. “But you know what? I ac..actually don’t mind being a cream puff,” she told him, looking him in the eye with a dazed look. Katarina had caught her breath by this time and had actually taken the time to view the night around her.
Kat’s words got a small laugh out of Ryan. And to think a few hours ago he could find no good reasons to be alive. “I like cream puff Kat,” he teased lightly, but frowned. “We don’t get worked up enough,” he decided, a small smile still playing on his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from saying it. “Verbally. Physically. Maybe emotionally, but we don’t show it.” his tone was playful, though. “Let’s get riled up, Kat,” he laughed, letting his teeth graze her ear before kissing her cheek.
To be honest, Kat wasn’t sure if she liked cream puff, Kat; but whatever. “I could work you up, if you wanted. But honestly, Ry. We’re outside. Even I have boundaries,” she cooed jokingly. Her body tensed a bit at the ear grazing. Honestly, that was a weakness for her and it was lucky for him that he decided to kiss her cheek after. Really, it really confused her how he could so easily affect her this way without even trying.
