Re: Dock by the Lake

**Lucy Weasley** September 8th 2010, 6:00 am

Fabian laughed comfortably until he found his and Caradoc's faces at an alarming distance. And by alarming, I mean short. He blinked but didn't dare move. It was like... Chicken. Or Gay Chicken, or whatever that game is people play when they get really close to each other until one person backs away. But they weren't moving, so there was really nothing to be afraid of. And besides, Caradoc had pretty eyes.

**Sirius Black** September 8th 2010, 6:07 am

Caradoc couldn't help but smile as he lost himself in Fabian's eyes, before he finally realized how long he'd just been staring, and slowly pulled away, his gaze still fixed upon Fabian's face. His mind was a mess, as he realized how strong that urge to just close that distance had been, that almost desperate need to press his lips to Fabian's strange to him. Oh, he always wanted it, with every pretty boy he met, sure enough, but this wasn't pure desire, as he was so used to feeling-- for some strange, incomprehensible reason, he wanted to just bring his hands up to touch that cheek, to let their lips touch gently, softly, and that was it, that was all he wanted. "Strange," he muttered, unaware he'd said it out loud. He figured it would be for the best to leave for now, and he stood up, grabbing his shoes. "Right. Well, this was... this was nice Fabian. It really was, it was nice to play for you, and talk to you, and I most certainly do love bubbles, particularly those perfect ones blown by one Fabian Prewett. But it's late, and I should go, before my roommates start to worry I've gotten into some sort of trouble again," he laughed lightly. "I'll see you around for sure! Bye!" he said, bending down to give Fabian a brief hug before taking his guitar and leaving, his thoughts a mess.

I NEED TO SLEEP, SO IMA END IT HERE. REPLY, KAY?

**Lucy Weasley** September 8th 2010, 6:16 am

Fabian blinked out of his own thoughts and nodded. "Y-yeah. Erm, of course. See you, then." He said, waving him goodbye. He pondered what exactly had just happened before shaking all weird thoughts out of his mind and deducting that thinking Caradoc had nice eyes didn't mean he wasn't straight. After all, if men could have man-crushes on Taye Diggs, then he could have a weird relationship with Caradoc Dearborn and think nothing of it. Because he was Fabian Prewett and he was one hundred percent straight. And, with that thought, he packed up and headed to his own dorm.

**Molly Prewett** September 10th 2010, 5:08 pm

Molly likes the dock. It's great for hanging out and knitting, which is exactly what she's doing with her tons of sunblock and big sunnies, because she's a pale little ginger and would like to stay as perfectly freckle-free as she is.

**Sirius Black** September 10th 2010, 5:12 pm

Caradoc wanders out, looking gorgeous like this, and sees Molly. "Hey there, beautiful!" he called out, smiling as he walked over and sat down beside her. "How's it hangin', fellow knitter?"

Dock by the Lake - Page 6 Pic08

**Molly Prewett** September 10th 2010, 5:15 pm

Molly turns a little pink at being called beautiful and smiles as Caradoc joins her. She giggles a little over the top of her knitting needles. "Um, I don't think that question applies because, like, you know - I'm a girl. But I'm good. How you doin'?"

Fun fact - Mya's mum once wrote an English paper in high school modernizing Romeo & Juliet and changed the line to "Romeo, Romeo, howzit hangin', Romeo?" Mya loves her mummy.

**Sirius Black** September 10th 2010, 5:18 pm

ARE YOU SERIOUS? MY SENIOR YEAR, I DID A GHETTO VERSION OF OTHELLO! I WAS DESDEMONA!
And Othello was Matt's REALLY hot next door neighbor and best friend at the time.
SO MUCH FUN.
Only you know, it wasn't a happy snogging scene... pity.

BUT THE SCRIPT, I LOVED WRITING IT, I WROTE IT WITH MY FRIEND. WE ARE THE NERDIEST KIDS OH MY GOD IT WAS AWESOME.

Caradoc laughed, rolling his eyes. "It's just an expression, babe," he said as he grinned down at her. "I'm great! I've been spending a lot of time with your brother Fabian, actually, he's really sweet. He also has as much a cooking ability as I do, so when we decided to experiment with actually making something in the kitchen, well, you can imagine the results. We were rather wishing you were there," he chuckled.

**Molly Prewett** September 10th 2010, 5:24 pm

I WANT TO READ THAT.

Molly grins, because her brother is indeed very sweet, but the smile freezes on her face as Rad continues to speak. She takes a deep breath, holds it for a couple of seconds, and exhales, counting to ten in her head. Her face goes blank. "Do you mean to tell me that Fabian was left unsupervised in a kitchen? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKIN' MIND!? MERLIN, RAD! THAT GUY HAS THE ABILITY TO, LIKE, BURN A BOWL OF FRUIT LOOPS! YOU NEVER, EVER, EVER LET FABIAN IN THE KITCHEN WITHOUT ME, YOU HEAR ME!?" she shrieks, so loud they probably heard her all the way back at the castle. She glowers, and has obviously forgotten that Rad is a pure hunk of shiny muscles that towers over her teeny tiny little girly frame.

**Sirius Black** September 10th 2010, 5:28 pm

IT'S GONE, BUT WE FILMED IT, BUT IT'S NOT ON MY COMPUTER... HELL MAYBE I CAN SEE IF IT'S STILL ON GOOGLEVIDEO OR SOMETHING IDK.
BUT I AM AN IDIOT AND I LEFT OUT OTHELLO IN THE CREDITS. HE WAS SO PISSED ONLY NOT REALLY BECAUSE IT WAS REALLY FUNNY, I CREDITED THE TERRIBLE CAMERA GUY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FILMED HIS SHOES INSTEAD OF THE ACTORS HALF THE TIME BECAUSE THEY WERE SHINY, AND I FORGOT OTHELLO.

Caradoc stares, blinks, goes wide eyed, then bursts out laughing, and promptly stands up, picks her up, holds her up so she's eye level with his towering, 6'8'' or something form, and laughs again. "My dear Molly Prewett, I am very, very, very sorry I let your Fabian take control in the kitchen. I assure you that such a disaster shall never ensue again, particularly because if the house elves don't kill us, you most certainly will try," he said, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard as he placed her gently back on the ground.

**Molly Prewett** September 10th 2010, 5:37 pm

LMAO AWESOME. it would be cool if you could find it! I do like shiny shoes...

Molly squeals a little bit when Rad picks her up - she's really not used to anyone other than Gideon mucking around with her like that - and soon finds herself eye to eye with him. She swallows almost imperceptibly, suddenly glad for the large sunnies hiding her eyes, which are wide and staring. She frouts just the tiniest bit when he puts her back down, but it's equal parts having a problem with him letting go of her, and his underestimating her. "I, like, don't try. I succeed," she informs him. "And ohmyGod! Like, seriously - you don't even know what a bullet you dodged. Last time Fabian was left unattended in a kitchen, he almost killed us all. I should totally force you all to take my cooking class I think I'm gonna do!"

SORRY - distracted by the best website full of sexy men ever...

**Sirius Black** September 10th 2010, 5:41 pm

MESSAGE ME THE LINK NOW

Caradoc just laughed again, and shrugged. "Dodging bullets is just one of my many specialties, I suppose. Did I tell you I'm really Superman?! Nah, just kidding, we all know Superman isn't blonde," he joked, because he is way more ripped than Superman, and hotter, to boot. "I am not taking a cooking class, Molly. Why? Because someday I'll have a sexy man wearing nothing but an apron to cook for me, and the chances of him cooking for me if I know how to cook are much smaller. And, if it so happens I come to marry a man who can't cook either, we'll just get rich and famous and hire a cook for ourselves to share! It's all a brilliant plan. And if I should ever find myself stranded alone without a cook, I'll figure out ramen."

TIME FOR ME TO GO SOON. BYE IF I DON'T RESPOND.

**Molly Prewett** September 10th 2010, 5:54 pm

Molly blinks several times behind her sunglasses. He's going to marry a man who can cook? Oh, neat, that's a clever plan for someone who doesn't cook and OHMYGOD. The keyword in that sentence was 'man'. Oh. Oh boy. Molly blinks some more and opens her mouth, because if she doesn't speak now it will be completely clear that something's wrong with her to anyone who has met her more than once. Hell, even Kingsley would stop being grateful and start being worried if she went this long without speaking in front of him.
"Make sure the apron is a safe length," she squeaks. Even Inner!Lily facepalmed at that one. She's so befuddled (OMG I LOVE THAT WORD) that she forgets to berate him for thinking that Ramen is an acceptable staple of anyone's diet even though college students worldwide would disagree.

**Sirius Black** September 10th 2010, 9:49 pm

OMG AHAHAHA I DIDNT' REALIZE HE JUST OUTED HIMSELF IN THAT POST
OOPS DID YOU WANT ME TO EDIT TO GO AHEAD WITH THE ORIGINAL PLAN?

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 1:36 am

LMFAO. I spent a good 10 minutes trying to figure out how Molly could possibly misconstrue that one.... but no. I can't pretend she's THAT oblivious! Razz

I say we keep it as is, because she can struggle with it a bit now, and try to move on, and the original plan can be modified so that instead of her finding out, what she sees will sort of be the final nail in the coffin, so to speak. XD

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 3:36 am

"But that's the point of the apron, isn't it? To be too short!" he laughed, before freezing, because Molly isn't talking, and that's scary. Caradoc blinks. "Whoa. You... you stopped talking. Did I say something wrong?" he asked, hoping he hadn't offended her without realizing it.

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 3:46 am

Molly takes a second to remind herself that she is a fucking Prewett, for Merlin's sake. If she can bluff her way through the Inquisition about The Mysterious Fire in Greenhouse Three and come out the other side without even a scrap of suspicion pinned on her, she can bluff her way through this, no sweat. "Kitchen safety is, like, totally no joke," she says smoothly, because Molly does indeed take that shit seriously. "Or at least don't let the poor guy cook anything that spatters, you know?" Then she smiles. Not her usual gream, but an easy smile that gives the impression that all is well in her world. "Me stopping talking is totally rare, but it has been known to happen. Like, an eclipse or something. Kinda cool, but still can freak people out if they're not expecting it. You didn't say anything wrong. Well, actually, that's a big fat lie because you SO did. What are you thinking - ramen!? Nutritional demerits for that one, Rad. Merlin, a sammich would be better! Please tell me you at least know how to make a sammich!?"

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 4:16 am

ABUSE YOUR POWERS AND READ RAD'S DORM RIGHT NOW. http://averagewizard.omgforum.net/hufflepuff-common-room-f80/boys-dorm-one-the-dorm-that-s-almost-too-gay-to-function-t1551-160.htm#221152

Caradoc is still suspicious he's messed up somehow, or scared or her something, but has no idea what it could be because he has no idea Molly hadn't figured out he was gay. "Of course not, do you really think I'd want my husband to have damaged parts?! No thanks, Mol," he laughed, shaking his head, then pausing, and shaking his head again. "I've never had to learn. There have always been guys to make my sammiches for me, really. I've never had to bother, and I don't plan on ever bothering. Caradoc Dearborn doesn't make sammiches. Sammiches are made for Caradoc, by sexy men in tiny aprons."

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 4:57 am

So cute that you assume I don't do that anyway Wink

*skips off to catch up on what I missed while I was out*

"It's Molly," Molly corrects absently, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and focusing on her knitting that I totally forgot about. Oops. She smiles again, because she's good at smiling when she wants to cry. Because Molly never cries. "But what if you're stranded on a desert island and your only hope is the unmanned sammich bar," she jokes lightly, the shrugs. "I dunno - I'd say maybe one day I'd find myself a nice, sexy husband in a tiny apron to make me my sammiches, but who am I kidding? Like, there is no man alive who could ever possess half the talent I do in the kitchen, anything he made would just have to be remade before I could eat it. 'Sides, I like baking and cooking and sammich artistry. And if I didn't, the Prewetts would likely starve or poison themselves - you've seen Fabian in the kitchen. Gid and Ali are a little better, but not much."
That's it. Smile, babble, everything is nice and normal.

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 5:08 am

Excuse me, I was staring at the boobs in Molly's avatar. They're a nice set, just saying. Caradoc rolled his eyes at me. Whatever, dude. "Unmanned sammich bar?! But that's blasphemy! I supposed I'd try. Also, I see nothing wrong with the woman cooking either, just saying. I don't know why people make such a big deal out of it, should it really matter, who cooks, man or woman? All this 'woman's liberation' gets taken too far, really, and they criticize girls who actually WANT that kind of a life. I can see you being totally happy in the kitchen, because you're, well, Molly, and Molly cooks spectacularly, or at least she bakes well! Speaking of which, if I pout enough, can I have a cookie?"

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 5:26 am

*may or may not have deliberately cropped the pic that way* But yeah, I noticed them too. I was like WHOA! She usually hides those pretty well. Anyway... *clears throat*

"I honestly don't care what anyone says. I'm going to, like, do whatever I want anyway and people can say whatever they like about it but that totally doesn't even matter," Molly says, her nose wrinkled as she thinks over the concept. "It's not about being repressed, or liberated, or whatever you want to say. It's about being me, and I'm cool with that. I'm Molly, and I like baking and knitting. I also like Healing, cute boys, gillyweed, and building an Epic Box Fort with my brother. And that's just what I do. Whatever," she says again, dismissing the thoughts. She's Molly, she's fucking awesome, and that's what she knows. That's enough for her. "Oh, there might be a package of choc-chip leftover in my bag. But dude, if you're angling for Special Cookies, it takes, like, a lot more than a bit of a pout to get anywhere with me. You can ask Fabian and Alice all about that."

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 5:29 am

"Aw, but I'm special, right? Besides, I'm the one who can make you feel tall by marching you around on my shoulders," he teased, though he would totally bribe her with that if it meant special cookies. "Come on now, pretty please with a cherry on top?" he pleaded, reaching out to twirl a lock of ginger hair around his finger, leaning down to grin at her in hopes of charming her into giving away her cookies. "I'll even give you a discount on the gillyweed, AND I'll promise to knit with you! How does that sound, beautiful?"

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 5:44 am

*dies laughing* Inner!Molly hates you just a little bit right now... she's also yelling something about how it's not actually easy to talk her into giving away her cookies. *pats Inner!Mol*

Molly's eyes widen behind her sunnies at his hand on her hair, and the way his arm presses against her a little bit as he leans closer. She swallows at being called beautiful, and the butterflies in her stomach turn nasty, rumbling in there and making her stomach clench a little bit. Stop it. It doesn't mean anything. Let it go, let it go, let it go. "I... I have heels to make me tall," she blurts. She blinks, reminding herself that she can talk underwater, which means she can talk through this. Actually, being underwater sounds pretty good right about now. She wonders if she could somehow fall off the dock and drown in the lake. "Um, like, what kind of discount are we talking, here?" She wants to pull away, to get some distance between them so she can think straight again, but she doesn't seem to be able to move so she just freezes and hopes for the best.

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 5:50 am

"How about, say, a whole, I don't know, 15% off? Yes, I do like you, just that much," he teased, letting go of the ginger strand to ruffle Molly's hair playfully. "And don't give me that, there's a difference between stilettos and this!" he exclaimed, hopping to his feet and scooping Molly up into his arms, perching her on his shoulder and laughing at her expression, because he's totally as oblivious to Molly's crush as Molly was to his sexuality. We are just very oblivious people, oh dear. "See, now isn't that nice? And to think, I'll let you do this all the time," he said, removing her from his shoulder and carrying her in his arms without any effort, grinning down at her. "And if that isn't convincing, just know, I can totally spin us around really really fast until we both puke, and then we won't wanna eat cookies anyway. So HAH!"

**Molly Prewett** September 11th 2010, 6:03 am

Molly comes back to life a little bit with a flash of indignation. 15%!? On top of messing with her hair? Well, that's just adding insult to injury, that is. "Hey! Watch the ha- hey!" she squeals, suddenly finding herself swept off her feet, literally. Her face burns a little when he settles her into his arms, challenging and cajoling her with his cocky grin and she has no choice but to grab hold of his broad shoulders to keep her balance. "15%?" She finally manages. "After that stunt you just pulled with me hair, I totally deserve, like 25%!" she says, drawing on all her nerve to push her playful, easygoing demeanour to the surface. She smirks just a little. "And you wouldn't dare, because you'd totally never get any cookies if you made me puke," she warns.

**Sirius Black** September 11th 2010, 6:06 am

"Wouldn't dare? But I would! And what difference does it make, if I'm not getting cookies anyway? TWENTY FIVE?! You're nuts, babe! Twenty, tops, and I'm not budging from that. No more top-of-the-world moments for you, missy!" he teased, lightly tossing her up into the air and catching her carefully, high enough to scare her, if only mildly. "Come on now, for your charming, loving, gallant knight, who saved you from that terrible, monstrous hippogriff? Come on, don't I get some kind of compensation for playing the hero?! Or must I go find Bonnie Tyler? I'd be sad, you're way cuter than she is, at any rate, I'd much rather save you."

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