Closed: Cupcake & Ella

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The Bats had won their first match against the Cannons. Granted, it was the Cannons and the game only lasted about thirty-five minutes before the Snitch was caught but it was still a win. He felt rather proud of himself, still, recalling the final dive he made to save the Qauffle. It could have been enough to win had their Seeker did anything but

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[dearest_ella]

It had been well past three in the morning by the time Ella had taken a second to take her nose out of her pile of papers and glance at her watch the previous night (that morning?). She has only briefly considered the thought of going home to pass out for a few hours before instead opting to call it a lost cause and stay at her desk, taking advantage of the rare quiet these overnights at the office got her and diving back into her paperwork.

But now the morning staffers were starting to trickle in, and after realizing that she had read the same sentence five times without quite taking in any of its context, she figured she was due for a spot of fresh air and at least a half gallon of caffeine, preferably delivered intravenously.

She noticed the trailing herd of giggling girls before she actually spotted Jonah, looking like he would rather be being pelted with dungbombs than where he was, blushing shades she hadn't even known were possible.

"It seems you've drawn a crowd, there, Quidditch star," she smiled as she came up behind him.

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Now that was a voice that had at least gone through puberty, he realized, and one that he recognized almost immediately. He turned, his head still hidden underneath his jacket, as he saw Ella come up beside him. He grinned, sheepishly, letting his jacket settle back on his shoulders as he took a quick look behind him. They were making little cat calls now that Ella joined him, and he grimaced, his skin sticking to the bright red he'd acquired.

"I think I'll have to wear a bag over my head for all further matches," he grumbled, shaking his head. "Because this is bloody ridiculous-"

He sighed, then, realizing how silly it was to complain about being popular of all things.

"Care to hide with me?"

[dearest_ella]

"And deny your adoring fans the pleasure of seeing you wearing such a flattering shade?" she teased, glancing back at the tittering girls and wiggling her fingers in a mocking wave. A few of their giggles had turned into icy stares, and she turned back to Jonah with a slightly warier expression.

"On second thought, hiding might be best. Before one of them decides to pounce." She motioned for him to move along, urging him around the corner (cringing slightly as she caught her reflection in a passing window - all frazzled hair and red rinmed eyes, she certainly looked the part of the overworked ministry employee).

She threw a last look over her shoulder to make sure the fanclub hadn't kept up, then tugged at the sleeve of his coat to pull him into the easily overlooked door that led to her go-to coffee shop.

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He touched at his cheek briefly, feeling the heat emitting from his skin and winced. He was such a ponce, really, to let a few school girls cause him to flush so red. He cracked an embarrassed grin as he followed Ella's lead, ducking around the corner before she pulled him inside a small coffee shop.

He sighed with relief as he stepped inside, pulling his hat from his head. His hair was unruly now, flopping this way and that and he raked a hand through it briefly before realizing it was a lost cause. He looked around the coffee shop for a moment before he is eyes caught Ella's.

He grinned.

"I feel like I owe you my life," he said, the dramatic tone in his voice unwavering. "Who knows what those bloody girls would have done-"