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[ continues her trek towards one of the less crowded areas of the school, holding two bags full of (homemade) food close to her chest. when she spots her company for the afternoon she shifts the excess weight to free her hands; comes up behind anthony, reaching up to put her palms over his eyes as she happily exclaims: ]

Guess who~!

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Aw, but I thought we could be Hogwarts students together...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

They'd put me in Hufflepuff. I'm protesting.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with being in Hufflepuff.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But you would be in Gryffindor.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head, clinging onto his arm a little. ]

I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks. ]

Yes, you are. And there's other traits. Neville got in too?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head again. ]

I'd be in Hufflepuff too. [ tilts her head a little to smile up at him. ] Then we'd always be together!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hides his face into her hair again. ]

. . . Guess I can give up my dark arts then.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ nuzzle him as best as she can in her position before going back into place to hum in thought. ]

What house do you think Tony would be in?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ immediately: ]

Gryffindor.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No! He must be with us!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But that's not up to us.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Maybe we could bribe the Sorting Hat...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Or threaten it with scissors.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gasps. ]

Darling, you wouldn't!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

We'll go down in history.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ disregards that when another thought comes to mind. ]

Do you think Tony will go with us?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ considers this for a moment, then shrugs. ]

Maybe. If we ask nicely?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ huffs a little. ]

He's one of our best friends, so he'd better go.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ unlocks an arm from around her to hold up a fist. ]

Double-team tactic.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ raises one of her own fists, giving a nod. ]

He won't be able to refuse then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ bumps his fist against hers. ]

For Hogwarts.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ bumps it back. ]

For Hufflepuff.

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Sweet.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ & it's then that he hears the telling silence from the kitchen, signaling to him that the food (& table) were set & ready. doesn't move immediately, taking the time to enjoy their position for a little longer before he nudges alyssa away with a nod & a one-word explanation: food. at her compliancy, he gets to his feet, shaking out his legs one more time to make sure they won't give out on their way to the kitchen-slash-dining room. takes one of alyssa's hands in his to tug her forward, offering a slight smile before tugging them along toward where his dad is waiting with their food.

on the table are three plates of polish food (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v112/Airleas/2197046450_80048c5aaa.jpg), the table set more neatly than usual. blinks down at it, then looks up at ralph with a half-accusing & half-amused stare, making the man turn his face away slightly in embarrassment. after getting seated, he immediately goes for the cabbage out of curiosity alone, blinking yet again when it's not as bad as he originally thinks. after giving his dad a small thumbs-up in approval, he digs right in alongside alyssa, listening to the two chatter back & forth -- about his dad asking alyssa about starting college, alyssa asking ralph about his trip -- while pitching in once or twice when he finds that he cannot quell his kneejerk reactions to certain comments.

when he mentions to ralph that alyssa is sleeping over tonight, his dad's face takes on such a blush that makes it difficult to resist kicking the man under the table. pleased with the pained look, he proceeds to tell him that ralph needs to buy his lunch tomorrow -- but no cheeseburgers allowed. or anything bad for his arteries. stretches a bit when he sees that alyssa has finished her share of food & his dad has gotten started on the dishes already in the kitchen. puts down his fork & gives alyssa a small nudge. ]

We left your toothbrush in the bathroom.