Well, that wasn't how she planned things to go...
Molly talks to Harry after her lesson, with unexpected results for both of them.
Molly: *As they're finishing up, Molly stretches a bit.* So... I saw Lleu. The guy with the shackles.
Harry: Oh the -- friend you wanted to 'help'. Right. How's he doing?
Molly: Okay. Still shackled, but... he seems in good spirits. *A pause, then she adds* ... apparently, his dad is King Arthur.
Harry: ... huh. That's -- cool? *flops in a chair, pushing his fingers through his hair* I mean, I thought my dad was pretty awesome, but King Arthur's hard to beat.
Molly: Yeah. It's kind of crazy. *She perches on a nearby chair, sitting on the arm rather than sitting in it, precisely.* But... cool. You know. *She tilts her head.* What've you been up to, aside from telling me to concentrate harder?
Harry: Practicing my guitar a little, hanging around. *flexes his bad hand and wiggles his fingers* I'm not getting much better, but at least I can move my fingers better.
Molly: *She nods.* You told me, in the future... your future, my present, that Butters said wizards heal better than regular people. So it'll keep getting better. *She smiles a little, perhaps slightly wicked.* Attracting any lady friends, with all that guitar playing?
Harry: *lets out a short laugh* Yeeeah, that's not on my to-do list. My hand does feel a lot better, though. Huzzah for my freaky genes, right?
Molly: Cheaper than health insurance, *she points out.*
Harry: Too true. Not like I could get any of that here, anyway. Most of the doctors are from the 1800s.
Molly: Note to self: don't sustain any horrible injuries. Check.
Harry: The one doctor I know who's practiced modern medicine is a vampire. So don't ask for a blood transfusion?
Molly: Eesh. Though... the vamps here are different than back home, aren't they?
Harry: There are about ten berzillion species of vampire here and none of them are like the vampires from back home.
Molly: *She nods.* Friggin' nut house... *But she sighs a little.* Harry... don't bite my head off. But I have a question.
Harry: .... uh oh. *cracks his knuckles and leans back* Okay, shoot.
Molly: I was wondering... if I could practice something besides the beads, between lessons. Something safe, like veils. *A bit more rushed.* I'm just... there's nothing to do here, and if - when we get back, it seems like that's what helps you most, that I can do. Veils, I mean.
Harry: *chews at his lip, while he's thinking about it* I... think that would be okay. You've been doing really well in our lessons. Just use them responsibly, right? No -- sneaking into the boys' locker room or anything.
Molly: Please. I wouldn't have to sneak. *She grins.*
Harry: .... okay. *holds a hand up and shakes his head* TMI. Thanks.
Molly: *She rolls her eyes.* That's right, I forgot, I'm not allowed to be any older than 10.
Harry: I almost fainted the first time I saw you in makeup.
Molly: Mercy you didn't. A man as tall as you fainting, it's liable to damage the furniture. *She smiles.*
Harry: I've heard that I'm surprisingly graceful for my size, actually. Besides, I'm sure your dad could fix any furniture I broke. He's handy like that.
Molly: Yeah, but you'd get extra glares from my mom for, like, six months. * Which is a pretty harsh penalty, given the way Charity glares.*
Harry: ... ouch. I think I'd need to find a special spell to protect myself against that.
Molly: *She smiles a little, looking away, clearly homesick for a second.* Yeah, well. Let me know if you find one that works.
Harry: *soft, slightly worried smile* Are you okay, Molly?
Molly: *She looks back at him.* Me? Sure, Obi-Wan. Got my lessons, got my poker game. Well, sometimes, when people show.
Harry: Do you want a hug or something? I won't tell any of your poker buddies. Wouldn't want to make you look less than badass.
Molly: N- *She stops then looks down at her hands.* ...you know, that actually doesn't sound half bad.
Harry: Ah, you know I'm a big softie, deep down under my gruff exterior. *sits in the chair where she's perched on the arm and carefully pulls her into a hug* They'll show up someday.
Molly: *She smiles a little and returns the hug after a moment.* I just keep making friends with sets of siblings, and it makes me miss the jawas, you know? It's not like I even live with them anymore, but...
Harry: Hey, I get it. It's a weird place, and you don't know a lot of people here that are from home. Just your lame old wizarding master, who's pretty boring when he's not being killed by something nasty. *kisses her hair lightly*
Molly: *She smiles a little.* Lots of words to describe you, Harry, but I don't think "boring" is usually in there. *After a moment, she adds* Did you know people come back from dying, here?
Harry: I'd heard a rumor about that, actually. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. *he keeps thinking about Susan, and if she'd show up before she was Turned, and if he could handle that* Time's kind of funky, too, as we've discovered.
Molly: *She nods.* Harry... if we ever go back. Barring any horrible disaster... I'm going to outlive everyone, aren't I? In my family, I mean.
Harry: *slow nod* Yeah, you are. And it's tough, and I wish it wasn't like that. But that's part of the problem of being a wizard.
Molly: *She bites her lower lip, nodding. She looks a little small, curled up this way, for all her hair dye and piercings and probably-too-tight-for-Harry-to-entirely-approve tank top. After a moment, she tilts her head up from where it was resting on his shoulder and kisses him. For the moment, it's soft, but it's clearly not quite a sisterly-niecely-or student/mentorly kiss.*
Harry: *knows that this is probably a very, very bad idea -- especially considering that she's his student and younger than him... but she does feel good in his arms like this, so he'll allow the soft kiss, resting a hand against her cheek*
Molly: *Molly's eyes slip closed, and she lets the kiss go on, maybe warming just a little. She knows if they had been back home, this would have never happened but... all the rules are a little different, here.*
Harry: *this would never have been allowed back home, but they're both essentially alone here, which makes it different, somehow. Which is really shitty logic and he knows it, so he pulls away from the kiss the slightest bit* Molly... we probably shouldn't... *brushes his thumb over her cheek with a sigh*
Molly: *She shivers slightly, pleasantly, as he does.* Probably, *she agrees softly, but is still sitting in his lap nonetheless, and makes no move to pull away. She reaches up to touch his cheek, lightly.*
Harry: Which means you shouldn't be in my lap anymore. *turns to kiss her palm, stroking his fingers over her lower back, feeling surprisingly relaxed and comfortable*
Molly: Mhm. *She shifts a little, so she's almost-but-not-quite straddling him. Her fingers stroke back through his hair a little, slow and almost rhythmic.*
Harry: *inhales sharply, his fingers digging into her back for a moment before he relaxes again* That's... kind of the opposite of not being in my lap. *not that he's really trying to move her. And the fingers in his hair feel good, so he sighs and leans back against the chair a little*
Molly: *She smiles a bit.* Wow. Go figure. *And she leans in to kiss him again if he'll let her, still slow, but a bit more intensely this time around.*
Harry: Your -- mmnh -- *rests his hands on her hips, returning the kiss for a moment before pulling away to kiss her shoulder* Your dad's gonna smite my ass down, when he shows up. *nuzzles into her neck with a sigh, feeling horribly guilty for even thinking about Molly like this -- though god, the idea's tempting as hell*
Molly: *Her smile turns a bit mischievous, though there's a subtle heat to it.* Well, I'm not going to tell him. *She shifts a little against him, not quite provocative, but very close. She slides the hand not playing with his hair up against his chest.*
Harry: *makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, sliding a hand up her back and pulling her close, pressing soft kisses along her jaw* You really want this...?
Molly: *She takes another kiss, more heated.* Yeah. I do. *She stills a little, her voice a little quieter.* But... maybe we should wait. I mean... *She swallows, and he can probably tell she doesn't want to wait. Not at all. She's very warm against him, her hand still pressed to his chest.* ...I don't want you deciding afterward it's a horrible idea, then getting all weird and avoiding me. Especially not here.
Harry: That... is a good idea, yeah. *he sighs, kissing the corner of her mouth* I care about you, Molly. I don't want something like this to hurt either of us, or to screw up our relationship in anyway. *gently takes her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist* It's a big thing to think about -- for me, at least.
Molly: *She sighs, but nods.* Okay. Just... *She leans in for one last kiss, her teeth grazing his lower lip lightly.* Don't take forever to decide, okay?
Harry: I'll try, but I have a system. I have to draw up a big list of pros and cons to properly assess the situation. That's why it takes me so long to save the day, sometimes. *tries to smile, a little awkwardly, and leans up for another soft kiss* Sorry.
Molly: *She snorts.* Yeah, and then you throw the list out the window and everything ends up exploding.
Harry: I really, really hope that you don't explode. That gets messy to clean up.
Molly: *Her smile's a little wicked.* I don't know. There might be some fireworks. *She shifts to get up, which involves pressing against him a bit more before she pulls away. And, she thinks, at least he didn't dump cold water on her this time.*
Harry: *... nnhn. That's unfair.* Only the metaphorical kind, I hope. Don't want you burning anything important.
Molly: My magic doesn't explode, thank you. It's intricate and subtle. *She reaches up to pull her hair back in a band that had been around her wrist.*
Harry: Oh that's right, I'm the one that makes things go boom. I forget, sometimes. Until I blow something else up.
Molly: It's a tragic life you lead. *She grins.*
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Molly: *As they're finishing up, Molly stretches a bit.* So... I saw Lleu. The guy with the shackles.
Harry: Oh the -- friend you wanted to 'help'. Right. How's he doing?
Molly: Okay. Still shackled, but... he seems in good spirits. *A pause, then she adds* ... apparently, his dad is King Arthur.
Harry: ... huh. That's -- cool? *flops in a chair, pushing his fingers through his hair* I mean, I thought my dad was pretty awesome, but King Arthur's hard to beat.
Molly: Yeah. It's kind of crazy. *She perches on a nearby chair, sitting on the arm rather than sitting in it, precisely.* But... cool. You know. *She tilts her head.* What've you been up to, aside from telling me to concentrate harder?
Harry: Practicing my guitar a little, hanging around. *flexes his bad hand and wiggles his fingers* I'm not getting much better, but at least I can move my fingers better.
Molly: *She nods.* You told me, in the future... your future, my present, that Butters said wizards heal better than regular people. So it'll keep getting better. *She smiles a little, perhaps slightly wicked.* Attracting any lady friends, with all that guitar playing?
Harry: *lets out a short laugh* Yeeeah, that's not on my to-do list. My hand does feel a lot better, though. Huzzah for my freaky genes, right?
Molly: Cheaper than health insurance, *she points out.*
Harry: Too true. Not like I could get any of that here, anyway. Most of the doctors are from the 1800s.
Molly: Note to self: don't sustain any horrible injuries. Check.
Harry: The one doctor I know who's practiced modern medicine is a vampire. So don't ask for a blood transfusion?
Molly: Eesh. Though... the vamps here are different than back home, aren't they?
Harry: There are about ten berzillion species of vampire here and none of them are like the vampires from back home.
Molly: *She nods.* Friggin' nut house... *But she sighs a little.* Harry... don't bite my head off. But I have a question.
Harry: .... uh oh. *cracks his knuckles and leans back* Okay, shoot.
Molly: I was wondering... if I could practice something besides the beads, between lessons. Something safe, like veils. *A bit more rushed.* I'm just... there's nothing to do here, and if - when we get back, it seems like that's what helps you most, that I can do. Veils, I mean.
Harry: *chews at his lip, while he's thinking about it* I... think that would be okay. You've been doing really well in our lessons. Just use them responsibly, right? No -- sneaking into the boys' locker room or anything.
Molly: Please. I wouldn't have to sneak. *She grins.*
Harry: .... okay. *holds a hand up and shakes his head* TMI. Thanks.
Molly: *She rolls her eyes.* That's right, I forgot, I'm not allowed to be any older than 10.
Harry: I almost fainted the first time I saw you in makeup.
Molly: Mercy you didn't. A man as tall as you fainting, it's liable to damage the furniture. *She smiles.*
Harry: I've heard that I'm surprisingly graceful for my size, actually. Besides, I'm sure your dad could fix any furniture I broke. He's handy like that.
Molly: Yeah, but you'd get extra glares from my mom for, like, six months. * Which is a pretty harsh penalty, given the way Charity glares.*
Harry: ... ouch. I think I'd need to find a special spell to protect myself against that.
Molly: *She smiles a little, looking away, clearly homesick for a second.* Yeah, well. Let me know if you find one that works.
Harry: *soft, slightly worried smile* Are you okay, Molly?
Molly: *She looks back at him.* Me? Sure, Obi-Wan. Got my lessons, got my poker game. Well, sometimes, when people show.
Harry: Do you want a hug or something? I won't tell any of your poker buddies. Wouldn't want to make you look less than badass.
Molly: N- *She stops then looks down at her hands.* ...you know, that actually doesn't sound half bad.
Harry: Ah, you know I'm a big softie, deep down under my gruff exterior. *sits in the chair where she's perched on the arm and carefully pulls her into a hug* They'll show up someday.
Molly: *She smiles a little and returns the hug after a moment.* I just keep making friends with sets of siblings, and it makes me miss the jawas, you know? It's not like I even live with them anymore, but...
Harry: Hey, I get it. It's a weird place, and you don't know a lot of people here that are from home. Just your lame old wizarding master, who's pretty boring when he's not being killed by something nasty. *kisses her hair lightly*
Molly: *She smiles a little.* Lots of words to describe you, Harry, but I don't think "boring" is usually in there. *After a moment, she adds* Did you know people come back from dying, here?
Harry: I'd heard a rumor about that, actually. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. *he keeps thinking about Susan, and if she'd show up before she was Turned, and if he could handle that* Time's kind of funky, too, as we've discovered.
Molly: *She nods.* Harry... if we ever go back. Barring any horrible disaster... I'm going to outlive everyone, aren't I? In my family, I mean.
Harry: *slow nod* Yeah, you are. And it's tough, and I wish it wasn't like that. But that's part of the problem of being a wizard.
Molly: *She bites her lower lip, nodding. She looks a little small, curled up this way, for all her hair dye and piercings and probably-too-tight-for-Harry-to-entirely-approve tank top. After a moment, she tilts her head up from where it was resting on his shoulder and kisses him. For the moment, it's soft, but it's clearly not quite a sisterly-niecely-or student/mentorly kiss.*
Harry: *knows that this is probably a very, very bad idea -- especially considering that she's his student and younger than him... but she does feel good in his arms like this, so he'll allow the soft kiss, resting a hand against her cheek*
Molly: *Molly's eyes slip closed, and she lets the kiss go on, maybe warming just a little. She knows if they had been back home, this would have never happened but... all the rules are a little different, here.*
Harry: *this would never have been allowed back home, but they're both essentially alone here, which makes it different, somehow. Which is really shitty logic and he knows it, so he pulls away from the kiss the slightest bit* Molly... we probably shouldn't... *brushes his thumb over her cheek with a sigh*
Molly: *She shivers slightly, pleasantly, as he does.* Probably, *she agrees softly, but is still sitting in his lap nonetheless, and makes no move to pull away. She reaches up to touch his cheek, lightly.*
Harry: Which means you shouldn't be in my lap anymore. *turns to kiss her palm, stroking his fingers over her lower back, feeling surprisingly relaxed and comfortable*
Molly: Mhm. *She shifts a little, so she's almost-but-not-quite straddling him. Her fingers stroke back through his hair a little, slow and almost rhythmic.*
Harry: *inhales sharply, his fingers digging into her back for a moment before he relaxes again* That's... kind of the opposite of not being in my lap. *not that he's really trying to move her. And the fingers in his hair feel good, so he sighs and leans back against the chair a little*
Molly: *She smiles a bit.* Wow. Go figure. *And she leans in to kiss him again if he'll let her, still slow, but a bit more intensely this time around.*
Harry: Your -- mmnh -- *rests his hands on her hips, returning the kiss for a moment before pulling away to kiss her shoulder* Your dad's gonna smite my ass down, when he shows up. *nuzzles into her neck with a sigh, feeling horribly guilty for even thinking about Molly like this -- though god, the idea's tempting as hell*
Molly: *Her smile turns a bit mischievous, though there's a subtle heat to it.* Well, I'm not going to tell him. *She shifts a little against him, not quite provocative, but very close. She slides the hand not playing with his hair up against his chest.*
Harry: *makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, sliding a hand up her back and pulling her close, pressing soft kisses along her jaw* You really want this...?
Molly: *She takes another kiss, more heated.* Yeah. I do. *She stills a little, her voice a little quieter.* But... maybe we should wait. I mean... *She swallows, and he can probably tell she doesn't want to wait. Not at all. She's very warm against him, her hand still pressed to his chest.* ...I don't want you deciding afterward it's a horrible idea, then getting all weird and avoiding me. Especially not here.
Harry: That... is a good idea, yeah. *he sighs, kissing the corner of her mouth* I care about you, Molly. I don't want something like this to hurt either of us, or to screw up our relationship in anyway. *gently takes her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist* It's a big thing to think about -- for me, at least.
Molly: *She sighs, but nods.* Okay. Just... *She leans in for one last kiss, her teeth grazing his lower lip lightly.* Don't take forever to decide, okay?
Harry: I'll try, but I have a system. I have to draw up a big list of pros and cons to properly assess the situation. That's why it takes me so long to save the day, sometimes. *tries to smile, a little awkwardly, and leans up for another soft kiss* Sorry.
Molly: *She snorts.* Yeah, and then you throw the list out the window and everything ends up exploding.
Harry: I really, really hope that you don't explode. That gets messy to clean up.
Molly: *Her smile's a little wicked.* I don't know. There might be some fireworks. *She shifts to get up, which involves pressing against him a bit more before she pulls away. And, she thinks, at least he didn't dump cold water on her this time.*
Harry: *... nnhn. That's unfair.* Only the metaphorical kind, I hope. Don't want you burning anything important.
Molly: My magic doesn't explode, thank you. It's intricate and subtle. *She reaches up to pull her hair back in a band that had been around her wrist.*
Harry: Oh that's right, I'm the one that makes things go boom. I forget, sometimes. Until I blow something else up.
Molly: It's a tragic life you lead. *She grins.*
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