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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:53 am
Jude raised an eyebrow at Remus, and it was hard to tell whether he was mildly amused or mildly disapproving. Maybe he was both.
Wendy, who had raised a hand to stifle a giggle at Remus's display of bravery and grace, gasped at his cover story and backed up so her back was covering the "calendar." Aha, you have proven to be a worthy adversary, Remus Lupin, but I am afraid I shall not be defeated quite so easily.
She gasped melodramatically, clutching her heart with one hand. "You mean all this time you were using me for your own cruel devices? How dare you? I thought what we had was special!"
Jude turned to her, still with one eyebrow raised, then climbed atop her bed, saying, "You guys were totally kissing for no reason whatsoever, weren't you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:02 pm
Remus gave Wendy a subtle nudge before turning red and looking back at Jude. Obviously, the man was expecting an answer. Damn, if only Remus had one. He inhaled and opened his mouth to speak...and held it...and held it...and held it...then finally blurted out "Yeah, no reason at all, really. Well, except I think she's pretty, but that's really quite obvious because you live with her and you know she's pretty so I really didn't have to say that in the first place and now I really just can't stop talking so I'll stop now okay...yeah." The blood would never drain from his face, he knew it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:26 pm
Wendy gave an inward squirm of delight as she did whenever Remus referred to her as pretty or cute, then put her brain back where it was supposed to be - finding a way to keep Jude's mouth shut. Because he didn't talk often, people had a tendency to believe whatever he said when he did; especially her father.
"Well, it wasn't him that started it," she said, hoping that maybe if it wasn't Remus's fault it wouldn't be worth reporting. "It was me that kissed him."
Jude snorted laughter. "Don't believe you," he said shortly. Wendy crossed her arms angrily, knowing that he was referring to her insufferable shyness. They always teased her about being the only person in the Rivers family to ever have been sorted anywhere but Gryffindor.
"And why shouldn't you? Why should I be incapable of giving a boy a kiss?"
Jude's eyes were sparkling with amusement. "Prove it."
Wendy was ahead of him there, though - she'd known he'd try to trap her from the start. To throw it in his face, she stood, marched over to him, and kissed him on the lips. Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! her mind squealed for the whole two seconds her mouth was on his. Then she pulled back quickly and grinned evilly at him.
Jude blinked a few times. "Ew," he said.
"Believe me now?"
"I believe what you just did is illegal in some places..."
At a loss, Wendy resorted to the little-sister-pouting-and-whining-to-get-what-she-wants technique. "Pleeeaaase can you not tell Dad? He won't let me ever have anyone over again." She wrapped her wiry arms around her thin brother and fixed her puppy eyes on him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:39 pm
Remus blinked once. He saw that Wendy had, indeed, just kissed her brother. He blinked again. Then, suddenly, he couldn't breathe for laughing. He hit the floor and curled around his stomach, clutching it as his sides began to ache. That. Was. So. Weird.
After his uncontrollable giggles were under control, he realized that Wendy had just left her diligent post against the wall, and pounced at the oppurtunity to look.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:46 pm
Out of the corner of her eye Wendy could see Remus recovering from his giggle-fit so he could read the dates on which her brothers christened her "The Beast." She groaned inwardly but didn't leave her position, sticking out her lower lip and widening her puppy eyes at Jude. Jude looked at her calculatingly.
"Can I still tell Finn?"
"Sure."
"I just can't tell Dad?"
"That's the idea."
"Can Finn tell Dad?"
"Can we stop Finn from telling Dad?"
"Good point... What about Sam?"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't tell him..."
"But you're not going to give me an absolute?"
"No, he has a way of finding things out, anyway."
Jude nodded, grinning. "All right, I'll agree on those terms," he said, holding out his hand to her. Wendy shook it.
"Now, if you'll excuse me from these negotiations," she said before powersliding over to Remus and tickling him. "Cheater!"
"Hehehe, you found the PMS Chart! Right on!" Jude chuckled before slinking silently out the trapdoor.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:50 pm
Remus felt a hard pinch in his side and, being probably the most ticklish guy on the planet, flailed grotesquely and hit the floor. Then, seeing another advantage, he groaned as if in a great amount of pain and grabbed at his head, which had hit the floor with a thump. "Ouch!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:52 pm
Wendy stopped tickling him momentarily, cocking her head to one side, but still smiling. "All right?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:56 pm
Seeing that Wendy needed further convincing, he continued to clutch at his head as if it were about to crack open. "That really hurt," he moaned in his most piteous tone (which he had perfected in order to guilt-trip Madam Pomfrey into giving him sweets after the full moon), squeezing his eyes shut.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:03 pm
Wendy's smile faded the slightest bit and her eyes turned concerned. "Awwww, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you'd have a conniption if I tickled you... You need me to go get you some medicine?" she asked in her sweetest voice. She was about to comb her fingers through his hair comfortingly, but as it was his head that he was supposed to have hurt she thought better of it and squeezed his hand instead.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:08 pm
Remus's eyes opened, and a devilish grin flitted across his face as he squeezed Wendy's hand back and pulled her to the floor before she could react. He then rolled and pinned her down, beginning to tickle her in earnest. "This is my medicine," he said sweetly, dropping tiny kisses on her cheeks and shoulders, anything within reach, as he continued to tickle her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:20 pm
Ugh. You definitely set yourself up for that one, was her last actual thought. Then her brain was on Tickle Overload and all she could seem to think was, AHAHAHA OH MY GOD HAHAHA NO HAHAHA TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA CAN'T BREATHE!!! What came out of her mouth was more or less the same, only with more frequent breaks in between for gasps and laughs and less coherent word strings. "Ahahaha! No no stoooopppp! Haha! - Ahaha! - I can't! - Hehehehehehe! Remuuuusss - ahahaha! - geroff m - HAhahahahahahahaha..." is an example.
She tried futilely to grab his hands or his arms or something and stop the tickle onslaught but being tickled generally throws off your motor skills. She even tried to tickle him back but was so jittery herself she couldn't really make it work. Then his lips found hers and she got the break she'd been looking for. She immediately put one hand in his hair and kissed him back full-force in an effort to distract him from the tickling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:30 pm
A low grumble-like chuckle came from the very deepest part of Remus's throat as a full-throttle 100watt Wendy-kiss was bestowed upon him without any warning whatsoever. All brain function came to an abrupt halt as he gave up tickling her and settled one hand on Wendy's waist and the other at her collarbone, kissing her back enthusiastically.
Today and the next day, before he had to go home, were going to be positively wicked, he knew, as he kissed the prettiest girl he's ever met to the tune of All You Need is Love.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:40 pm
((Aaaaand Chapter 3!))
For an immeasurable amount of time Wendy was aware of absolutely nothing except the fact that she was kissing the boy who was rapidly climbing the ranks on her "Most Favoritest People In The World" list. Then she was brought back to reality by her Dad's voice yelling through the trapdoor, "Wendy! Dinner!" She was then made aware of the annoying grinding sound the Wendybird was making as it continued to spin the record even though there were no songs left on the A side, and the smells of delicious foods wafting in from downstairs. She wrinkled her nose in slight annoyance, gave Remus one last kiss and a friendly pat on the head, then stood, pulling him up with her. She took the needle off the record, then gestured toward the trapdoor. "Right then. Time for nourishment."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:34 pm
Remus rolled over onto his back when Wendy somehow managed to crawl out from under him. He then allowed Wendy to pull him up to his feet, and followed her down. "Food. Cool," he said, now somewhat distracted. It was just unfair to make him transition from being able to kiss Wendy all he wanted, to having to control himself. Not cool.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:40 pm
Wendy decided to jump from the trapdoor rather than climb, which she did from time to time. She felt the familiar jarring of her kneecaps, as if they were going to bounce out of her legs from the pressure. Every time she did it she told herself never to do it again, but there was just something... Wendy-ish about it and she felt the need to keep on. She smiled up at Remus. "Ow," she said cheerfully.
"Set the table," Finn said to her as he passed.
"Please," she added, glaring after him. She shook her head. "Not that it's an extreme inconvenience, but all four of them could do it with a flick of their wand if they wanted to - why do they always make me do it?"
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