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[callum-in-the-middle]

He was really regretting eating that blasted pod now. Not only did it taste wretched, but it was severely putting a damper in his usual activities. He just hoped his food later on wouldn't also taste like that, although he didn't have high hopes now. He grinned back, having no other way to respond anyway, and twisted the fabric of Brody's shirt between his fingers to keep busy. Apparently his boyfriend was a liar, having said he'd work on his essay. Cal wasn't going to object of course, but it was what he'd expected when he'd staged his fake-exit -- only delaying the inevitable.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody pulled back and bit his lip a bit as he looked him over. He loved the way he looked like this. Every facial expression really made him pay attention to the little things about him. He slid his a thumb along Callum’s bottom lip and let out a very aggravated sigh. “If you hadn’t eaten that disgusting thing I might kiss you right now.” He told him, keeping his thumb along his lip. He slid his other hand up and along his chest under his shirt. “You really do test my patience.”

[callum-in-the-middle]

Callum opened his mouth to protest, only to continue to gape and open and close once he realised that second spell had been a silencing one. Tricky, sneaky Slytherins and their magic. Back stuck to the wall, he'd barely managed to cross his arms before Brody was right there. Now that he actually couldn't talk, his expressions just became that much more pronounced. He poked his lower lip out as he chuckled silently, shoulders going up and down. He literally couldn't deny the accusation, and wasn't sure he'd want to anyway. Managing to keep the chuckles subdued for a bit, he eyed Brody curiously, glancing down at the bag as if to ask if he was going to keep working or what. While he was sure the novelty would quickly wear off, at least for the moment he felt entertained to be stuck to the wall and forcefully kept silent.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody let out another breath as he opened a classroom door and pushed Cal inside. He locked the door behind them, casting a spell to stick him to the wall and then a silencing spell so he couldn’t talk. “I am half tempted to leave you here like that.” He mumbled as he sat his bag down, followed by Cal’s after he took it off him and pressed their bodies together. “You are not getting laid out of this, I hope you know. Because I think you think that if you push my buttons you get laid.”

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Hey hey, I've no idea what you're talking about," he protested lightly. He should have just sat in the middle of the floor, it might have been entertaining. Not very clean of course, but his robes did already have some dirt on them from the previous Herbology lesson. "I wouldn't do that!" he exclaimed unconvincingly as he followed along out of the library, pushing his head jokingly onto the hand holding his ear. 

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody casually closed his book, and started to put things away into his bag. He swung his bag onto his shoulder very calmly and walked up to Cal. He looked him directly in the eye and let out a small breath. “Trying to push my buttons?” He asked in a low tone. “Want to see if you can make me snap?” He reached up and grabbed Cal’s ear and started to walk. 

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Sit where?" These buttons were just ripe for pushing. Sometimes he wondered how far he could take Brody's patience. He was half-tempted to just plop down on the floor right there, but that would almost be too easy. Then again, based on the statements that followed and the tone, Cal had to reconsider how far he should really take this. Yes, he'd been vaguely irked at being denied kisses and being told to be quiet, but it wasn't worth starting something. He turned around slowly, trying hard for that innocent expression once more, although it faltered a little when he actually made eye contact. "Right here? Over there? Upstairs? In the Great Hall?"

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

"I said sit." He growled very lowly, knowing that anyone near them might hear, but no one within any real distance. He went back to looking at his book, scribbling a few more words down. "You do not want to piss me off right now." He told him setting his quill down and turning on the bench, arms folded across his chest. "So I suggest you do as you’re told."

[callum-in-the-middle]

Cal paused in stride, lips pressing together as he stood there a few seconds still facing towards the door. He didn't actually want to leave of course, and he felt momentarily triumphant realising Brody didn't want him to either. He didn't need to turn around to feel the glare on his back, and he himself fought against the smile itching to come out. He straightened up, but didn't turn around or sit back down, knowing he'd cave instantly if he actually made eye contact. "But I thought you wanted to study?" he asked innocently.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody watched as Callum stood up and started to grab his back. He took a deep breath and didn’t even look up from his book. “Sit back down, Callum.” He said in a firm voice. He wasn’t amused by the other thinking he could play games like this, but if he wanted to, Brody would go along. “Or I can make you.” He told him with a glare as he looked over at Cal, but kept his mouth in a firm line.

[callum-in-the-middle]

Callum looked at Brody, debating what he wanted to do as he willed himself not to squirm. He'd never actually managed to outsmart the other boy, but it was worth a try once in a while. Even with his chin being held, he shrugged his shoulders, expression going innocently confused as he pretended to not understand. He had just told him to be quiet, and then right after told him to speak -- very contradictory. He also very much did not like the idea that Brody would up and leave, but the enforced ten minutes of silence also wasn't appealing. Maybe he could try his own hand at this. He pushed back his chair, shaking his head as he somehow managed to keep his mouth shut (although he was itching to say something), glancing back down at the once-poisoned arm and slowly picked up his bag, taking deliberate steps towards the door.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

"It is not. You love me. Say it." He reached up to grab his chin again, turning his face towards him. He needed to hear him say it now. "Ten minutes all at once." He told him with a little shrug. "Up to you, if you can’t do it, I’m going to go find a classroom to finish it in without you." He started to write, finishing the essay he was working on. He knew exactly how to work Cal over, and it actually pleased him to give him a hard time.

[callum-in-the-middle]

"That's up for debate right now," he muttered, running his tongue along with the inside of his mouth with a slight grimace. It really was quite gritty and horrible. Cal pulled his head back a little, casting a long look between Brody and the parchment and books spread out on the desk. He kept glancing back and forth, trying to determine if Brody was actually serious here, but he was finding nothing to believe otherwise. "Ten minutes is both a very long time and a very short time." It seemed immeasurably long in terms of shutting up, and also unfathomably short in terms of receiving attention. "Does it have to be all ten minutes at once? I mean, what if I stop talking for thirty second increments at a time?" It made zero sense of course, but he figured he'd suggest it anyway.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

"But you love me anyway, Mr. Shaw." He told him back and let out a small laugh. Brody shook his head though as he looked at him. "It’s not happen. We’re going to sit here and I’m going to finish studying, and you’re going to behave." He glared over at him. "In fact, if you can go the next ten minutes without talking, I will give you ten minutes of my attention." He knew Cal would struggle with that, but he didn’t care. He was going to test him anyway.

[callum-in-the-middle]

"You are a mean and nasty person, Mr. Greer," Callum grumbled again, shaking his head with the same expression as before. This was definitely not what he'd anticipated when Felix had told him to go find Brody. It was of course still better than being in class fighting a demonic plant, but his mouth still tasted like shit and now he couldn't even do anything fun apparently. He scrunched his face up a little, bringing it up nice and close to the Slytherin's. "Trouble?" he asked, eyes widening as he feigned cluelessness. "But I'm the one suffering. Isn't that enough? What've I done to be in trouble? Is it the dildo? He might like that, you know. I think we should revisit this idea of yours of finding an empty classroom and trying something new."

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

"Yes that is supposed to make you happy." He told him with a shrug. "Because honestly I don’t owe you anything and you have gross in yoru mouth." He smirked a little and shook his head. "I’m very grateful that you are open to new things. I like that I have you as ours." He definitely didn’t plan on sharing him with anyone but Kennedy. Ever. "You’re in trouble though, so you’re not getting fun right now." He huffed a little. "And to think, if you would have been good, I might have taken you to an empty classroom and thought of something new and fun to try."

[callum-in-the-middle]

Cal grinned triumphantly for a few seconds before it faded a little to be replaced with teasing disbelief. "I'm meant to be happy with just that? After I know what you can do?" He shook his head a little but didn't object to being pulled closer. "Might be something I was a little aware of." He chuckled and tried to keep his face the picture of innocence, although that was always a challenge -- especially now when his thoughts were far from 'innocent'. "I'm just open to new things, that's all," he teased. "You should love that. I mean, I wouldn't be here right now if I wasn't such an open-minded bloke," he added in a sing-song, eyeing Brody with something that could best be described as a 'shit-eating grin'.

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody let out a soft sigh and pecked his lips quickly. “There are you happy?” he asked, not giving him time to linger and try and taste the gross. He pulled him close by his middle and shook his head. “You are a handful I hope you know.” He told him with a sigh looking him over. “And I am sure you would like it. You’re such a kinky little one aren’t you now.” He ran a finger up under his chin pulling it up slightly. “I love that though.”

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Hmph. I disagree," he grumbled, although he did accept the kiss on the cheek without turning his face too much. He didn't want to accept that it was his own fault, but he could see that angle too. Callum huffed again, though this time a grin was slowly spreading on his face as he took the seat next to Brody, rubbing his cheek despite the fact that it hadn't actually hurt. "Fine, I won't actually sign your name on it, I'll just casually mention your name when I give it to him," he added, not giving up on the idea altogether. His eyebrows shot up at he last remark, snorting unintentionally. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, eyeing Brody carefully. "It's an idea," he said finally, smirking. "I'd much rather have the real one, but I'm up for experimenting, you know. "

Stickied Notes | Callum & Brody | October 27

Brody let out a small sigh. “It’s your fault.” He told him again, letting out a small chuckle though. He felt a little bad, and kissed his cheek. He could at least do that for him. “No, we’re not getting him that, Callum.” He told him giving his cheek a very light pop. “I’ll write him a nice thank you note, and you can forget about the dildo. The only one who’s getting one is you, and I’ll make you walk around with it up your ass all day if you don’t behave.” He wasn’t even sure that was a threat with this boy.

[callum-in-the-middle]

Cal raised his eyebrows a little as James seemed to go back to the subject of the rave. He had to admit, it seemed promising if his mate was willing to even discuss it. As far as Cal was concerned, that made it not forbidden. Maybe not encouraged, but as long as it wasn't being completely vetoed then he could most definitely work with that. he could seal his lips about further plans to the Head Boy if it meant being able to proceed with at least some blessing. Well, not exactly a blessing... but not an outright 'absolutely not'. It was all about working in that grey area. "My lips are sealed then, Potter. Any details shall not be revealed to you. And if you receive an invitation to a gathering of friends then you can make your own decision whether to join us or not," he said confidently, grinning as he saluted jokingly. He nodded at the comment about the detention. That's exactly what his thought process had been. And since he hadn't really known anyone or anything well enough to ask about it, he'd just assumed it was the truth. He'd known Prefects had some degree of authority, but he'd never thought to ask his parents how much authority his fellow students actually had. It was never something that had come up. He'd been told to mind them and his professors and that was that. Beyond that, Cal just chose to accept everyone's words as truth because it was easier to give them the benefit of the doubt. "Hey, we weren't there, mate. Who knows how it really went down? I can't blame your dad for drawing it out -- makes it more interesting for sure," he continued to joke. He'd never really understood the whole fawning over someone for their parents or their apparent fame. It didn't make much sense to him -- he generally treated everyone the same more or less. Sure, some people tended to receive more of his extreme love, but he rather enjoyed being pleasant to everyone. He could count a few occasions where he'd tried to be nasty to someone and one, it hadn't worked, and two, it really hadn't been worth it. He looked up as James walked over, eyes widening a little with curiosity. He appreciated the comment and the gesture a lot actually. Of his dorm-mates, he'd tended to get on with James best, even if it was never in the same capacity as Thomas and James. He felt confident that he could count on the eldest Potter if he ever needed him, and it was a gratifying feeling. He tried to win his own battles, or more often than not, just walk away from them when other students had said or done things he didn't really like, but it was nice to know he had someone within the dorm to back him up. He reached up to rest his hand on James' arm a second, smiling appreciatively. "Thanks mate, I appreciate that," he said sincerely.

Touchy subject? | Callum & James | October 26

James thought about it for a moment, “It would all depend on if it seemed like it’d be organized far enough away from the school and anyone finding out and what exactly you were all doing.” He nodded his head a bit, “I don’t exactly need to be involved with a rave that you’re talking about, but if other stuff is going on, possibly.” Knowing everything going on between him and Eliza now he didn’t need or want to hurt her or add anything in between them that would only make things that much worse on either of them, but her in particular. “You were told you had detention, it’s easy enough to believe the person, if they’re wearing a badge and actually show up than it is to miss it and have to face what would happen had you chose to just skip it entirely.”  He knew that Callum was a bit too on the trusting side and that people generally took advantage of that.  Especially if they thought they could get a few laughs out of it.  He was a good bloke though, even if James himself tended to give him a bit of hell every now and then.  He chuckled a nodded, “I’m sure that’s exactly it, Shaw.  That’s why it took the world several years to fully rid them of Voldemort thanks to my father.  I’m glad you don’t want to shove that down my throat.  I do appreciate as much.”  He truly did as well.  All too often did he have to be compared to him and see just how short he came up to being his father, no matter how much he did try to live up to him.  Well, that or get asked about a million and one questions about it all, most he didn’t have an answer to because the truly dark stuff his father usually kept to himself and only brought it out when he felt someone could benefit from what he went through.  Otherwise it just stayed between those that had been there.  “I’m glad my ugly mug has a purpose and if you find someone that truly needs to be scared or is giving you too much shit, you know you can always let me know.” He stood and walked over to pat the other bloke on the shoulder, “You’re a good guy and don’t deserve a lot of the flack people throw at you.”

[callum-in-the-middle]

Callum looked at the other two as a small 'o' formed on his mouth. He hadn't even considered the last meal might be something to do with a more general form of death. The prison last meal sounded far more interesting, so naturally his mind had gone there. He shrugged a little, not embarrassed by his apparent faux-pas. "Extremes are the best place to go to. You both ought to try them sometime. Why linger on something normal and boring when you can think about extreme things?" He continued to eat away at the chips, hand pausing when he realised the heap had dwindled to only a few left. "Fine, not murder then. I can't see that much either, not for me or Hayden. You maybe, since you're a bit of a nutter, but Hayden and I... well, like I said, we'll just have to be imprisoned on the grounds of being just too good-looking and wonderful. Too much for the world to take, so they locked us away."

Sweets and Such (Busted) | Calskyden | October 29

Hayden shook his head, completely confused by how someone could enjoy every other form of potatoes but not chips. He bit his lip as Skylar commented on his choice, giving a small shrug. “Well I don’t dislike them,” he chuckled nervously, though that much was clearly obvious. As Callum started talking about murders and crimes though, Hayden’s eyes widened. “Wait what — I thought we were talking about what food we hoped we’d eat before we died, like, without planning?”

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Do they? I've not noticed much, I guess." He laughed a little, still fidgeting, although now he was convinced it was being done intentionally to make him squirm. "They've only got one year left now to do it, they better get on with it." His eyes moved down from looking at the ceiling as the kisses on his neck stopped and stared back at Brody, smiling softly. "Guess it's a good thing I like to do both of those things then, isn't it? Wouldn't want to deprive you of my lips," he teased, leaning forward to kiss him briefly before pulling back with a cheeky grin.

Surprise BJ | Caldy| October 13

"It’s not wonder your dorm mates want to kill you." He joked a bit not stopping his movements to his neck. He enjoyed the way it made the other move and was completely happy with it. "Such a jerk, not letting me share your chocolate." He kissed softly up his jaw before lingering on his lips. He tugged on his bottom one, eyes looking into the other’s. "I like your lips a lot. And the way they look when you speak, or when they’re wrapped around my dick. You’re just sexy in general." 

[callum-in-the-middle]

Callum looked back at Kennedy unflinchingly, still smiling in unconcealed amusement. Yes, he had noticed the rather unamused look she'd pinned him with, but he was doing his utmost best to ignore that for the time being. "If you say so," he replied somewhat cheekily. Being out of Longbottom's office and not having the professor telling him exactly how poorly he was doing right at that moment was really quite helpful in allowing him to forget the problem existed at all. It was certainly a very bad strategy, but since he'd employed it most of his life, he did it unintentionally now and just kept going until shit really hit the fan. He considered her words carefully as she tried to talk him out of the whole streaking idea, and he frowned a little. He was really quite keen on the idea now that it had surfaced, and the clear unenthusiasm was mildly disheartening, but he wasn't completely put off. She made some good points certainly, but Cal didn't think his girlfriend truly understand the hilarity he believed would ensue. He grinned broadly at the comment about the younger years seeing him, but he just kept laughing. "They'll have to see something like that eventually!" Or maybe they didn't, but since he wasn't ashamed about his nakedness, naturally, he assumed others would find it equally as funny and even entertaining. "Is it so wrong to show them the peak male body looks like?" he joked, tongue between his teeth as his grinning expresion gave way to a sort of playful smugness. Intentional modesty had never exactly been a strongsuit of his. He grabbed the hand as it hit his chest lightly, bringing it to his lips with his good hand pressed a kiss there. "Oh yes, you're right. Smart and Ravenclaw... same thing, silly me. Hmm. Let's put in lovely and kind and patient. Oh, and I mean, wonderful is implied, isn't it? And if it isn't, let's make sure that's in there too." He glanced around the corridors for a second as they walked, and having not paid attention previously, he found he really had no idea where they were. Which really didn't concern him too much. "So, Kennedy, what you're saying... is that I'm allowed to try to set other people on fire, but not myself? Or actually, you've said that I'm allowed to set myself on fire too because I'm me. This is brilliant. Who shall we set on fire then?" His eyes had lit up at this idea, although they faded rather quickly at her next statement. "Oh, right. No more casting... hmm, does that apply to all spells? I feel I really ought to practice Incendio now that we've talked about this, but I don't think that's in our Charms course-work. Didn't we learn that back in fifth year? I can't remember... I think I know how to do it. I should figure that out. It might help for the human fireball -- which, you really think we can manage that?" His mouth just kept running the closer they got to the wing, and he didn't even notice the sort of numbness that had started happening on the injured arm. "Because that would be beyond brilliant. Hold on -- did you just call me retarded? Did I hear that right?" He stopped his nattering for a second, and pulled them to a halt in the corridor as he turned to look at her, face confused.

Tutor Me? | Kellum | October 23

Kennedy gave him a highly unamused look at his comment, “Of course we didn’t, but that doesn’t mean we won’t.  You may’ve gotten yourself out of all of that for now, but you definitely will be doing it later.”  She smiled up at him with a head shake.  It really was a good thing he was so cute, it definitely got him out of his fair share of sticky situations, including with her and with Brody and who knows who else.  The point was that he knew how to use what he was good at to distract people and get them to be less likely to be upset by what is going on in the moment.  “I’m glad I’d be at the front of the line, but it’s best you don’t feel like a stallion galloping through the halls.  I doubt any of the professors would view it as you just expressing yourself and showing your freedom.” She laughed softly with a head shake, “I’d have to be casting like crazy to keep people from seeing anything they don’t want to, not to mention on the innocent younger years that have never even contemplated seeing a man like that.” She gave him a pointed look, “You would scar them forever and they’d never find someone that would quite measure up, best keep it to yourself and those that can handle you, Callum.” She reached back and patted his chest a bit, playfully. Her tone was teasing a bit, even though she really didn’t want to have to deal with what that would all mean for them.  “Mmmm,” She mused as he spoke, “I do like the sound of that name but, smart and Ravenclaw in the same sentence is a bit redundant so, I would suggest something else that isn’t the word smart.  I do like where you’re going with this though so, keep on.  I like hearing what you think about me.”  Kennedy laughed a bit and nodded, “Most people try to start other people or things on fire if they can.  It’s one of those basic human instincts of survival.  You’re going to want to keep yourself heathy and uninjured.  You’re just, Callum and take things very differently than most people would.  It’s not a bad thing, just very, unique.”  She shook her head at his own rambling on about being on fire,  “You’re not casting towards yourself again, remember?  We talked about this, you were going to let me be the one that does that from now on?” She took in a breath and let it out slowly, “Maybe we can find a charm for you though that would allow for this, human fireball concept you keep talking about.  It would make you fire retardant, but we would have to do it in a confined area that had little that could catch on fire around you and easy to contain if something were to still go wrong while we were at it.” Her own mind starting to wander through spells that might make this possible for him.  She still didn’t think it was the smartest idea, but she would rather help him out and make it work in a way that might be a bit safer for him then let him just go off and experiment on himself and wind up much worse than what Longbottom would be able to handle here at the school.

[callum-in-the-middle]

Callum nodded slowly, he could get behind that idea. "I think you might be onto something there. Separate we might not be clever enough... but certainly together, our collective brilliance may even be too much to handle." Cal rarely had trouble talking to new people, but he found himself really enjoying just relaxing with Cheri -- it really was a shame he'd only found her this last year at school. His eyes lit up as she painted an amusing picture of the two of them. "That's a brilliant idea! I'd be only too happy to hold them for a few seconds. If I've got their arms they can't very well hex you either. Or me for that matter... which I'd like not to happen of course. Were people really that unappreciative? So disappointing."

Post-Punishment | Cherlum | October 27

Cheri nodded eagerly. “We might have t’have us a little day of writin’ them together, dunno how clever I’ll be on my own,” she grinned, her mind straying briefly to Chase and wishing he could help before she shut the thought out. Instead, she focused her mind on the idea of them tag teaming everyone around Hogwarts, giggling at the imagery. “Oooh, you could even hug unsuspectin’ folks from behind so I can kiss ‘em. I’m fairly sure I nearly got hexed a few times last time for kissin’ folks who don’t quite appreciate the love,” she admitted with a shameless grin. 

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Sleep is for the weak. Killing me right before Hogsmeade? That's just cruel... might as well do it now and get it over with." He grinned, wrapping his arm around Brody to pull him closer, feeling quite snuggly and warm when it came down to it. It was relaxing and nice just to lay there, although Cal's mouth was still ready to keep running. "I feel like that would be more of a letdown than a surprise death... you're sitting about, expecting something lovely and pleasant and then you're dying and it all seems quite depressing. I mean, if you're just sitting about normally, not waiting on anything in particular and you die, then so be it. I wonder if that's how the ghosts feel? Maybe that's why they've stuck around."

Dinnertime | Brocal | October 28

Brody kissed softly at the other’s neck and shook his head. “No, we don’t have to. I mean, eventually yes, because if you keep me up all night, I’m going to kill you tomorrow without even meaning to. But not for a while. It’s still pretty early.” He let out a soft sigh and threw a leg over Cal’s body so he was pressed a lot closer to him, breathing in his scent.

[callum-in-the-middle]

"Oh, and we got so far with that," he couldn't help but say back, chuckling softly. In a sense, it had worked out well enough for him minus the whole arm-on-fire bit. He hadn't been forced to focus on any arduous studying task for too terribly long. He also hadn't accomplished anything towards passing his courses... but he'd think about that later. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head for a second, shaking his head a little. "That's just no fun at all. I mean, of course you'd be at the front of the line, but it would be so freeing. I could run naked and free, with a gentle wind blowing on my balls. Like a stallion released from the barn," he joked. He started to giggle more at this thought, imagining himself stripping and prancing through the corridors laughing like a maniac. It was incredibly amusing to him, and had quickly moved near the top of the list of things he wanted to do in way or another. He had some planning to do when he was alone. Some very careful and deliberate planning that only occurred a few times a year at most -- he'd need to make good use of this allocation of time. He tried to look shocked and disappointed when she mentioned stupefying and floating him to the wing, but that particular idea was too funny to be able to take seriously. Even if he did actually believe she'd do it -- he really had little doubt that if it came down to it, his ass would be macgicked up there somehow. "My brave lady Ravenclaw... I like the sound of that. Ooh! Let's make it longer even. My brave /beautiful/ lady Ravenclaw. Or we could keep going. My brave, beautiful, smart lady Ravenclaw!" He regarded her happily, glad to be following along beside her, letting Kennedy take the lead. He was doing his best not to bounce around too much since it was jarring his arm a bit painfully every few seconds, but truthfully he wasn't making much of an effort. It was too second-nature to really repress. "You know, this is the first time I've really seen someone set themselves alight. I mean, I've singed my eyebrows and my face has been blackened by soot, but this was really quite new. Pretty fun too," he said conversationally as they walked, not paying attention to the fact that she was carefully maneuvering them out of harm's way as they walked. "If all she's got to do is stick a balm on it, maybe I could go for the legs next time?" he asked, half-serious and half-joking. The pain in his arm was making him reconsider the idea a little, but that niggling "human fireball" mentality was still quite at the forefront of his thoughts. "I wonder if there's fire in my veins. Is it possible I'm actually hotter now? Hah! Get it, Kennedy? Hotter now. I mean it in both ways of course." He chuckled under his breath, rather pleased by his wit.

Tutor Me? | Kellum | October 23

Kennedy laughed and nodded, “Of course I’m smart.  That’s why you came to me to help out with your homework.  Well, that and you know I have the patience for it too.” She kissed his cheek, careful of his arm once again as she did, “You’re definitely not going to be able to just run naked through the school though.  You’re my boyfriend and I don’t like sharing you with everyone.”  She gave him a bit of a serious look, but also joking slightly, “If everyone were to see you running around like that you have a line that wrapped around the school waiting for some one on one time with you and I am not okay with that, aside from if we stay at the very front the entire time.” She gave him one more quick kiss, realizing for the first time that he hiccups had finally stopped and left her along for a bit, he must have really scared them out of her.  “Good, I’m glad you’re not going to argue because I wouldn’t be against stupefying you and then floating you through the castle and that could be very dangerous with how people run around, around here.”  She looked up at him as he pulled away again, her hand back into his she nodded, “Yes, I will be your brave lady knight and defend you against something that Ravenclaws have to do on a regular basis.  Even though most of us don’t actually light ourselves on fire.  It’s usually other things in the room and that sort of deal.”  She lead him out of the room though, moving her body to sort of walk in front of him and prevent other people from bumping into his arm right now.  Her spell would only protect it so much and if he ran into someone or something it wouldn’t feel pleasant at all so, she was hoping she could prevent as much.  She laughed at his pondering of what would happen, “No, she’ll just clean it a bit once more and heal the skin, probably with a bit of a salve or ointment that will have you better in no time. It’s just how deep the burns went that’s the concenring part and why I want someone who is better at healing than me to look at it for you.” She gave his hand a soft squeeze, pulling him away from a suit of armor before either of them could crash into it.