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Post by elijah on Jul 10, 2011 23:28:45 GMT -6
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IF THIS IS A DREAM
I'M NOT GONNA WAKE UP
Once upon a time, Elijah had been like any other teenage boy. Well, moreso like the younger ones. He'd balked at the idea of a relationship; of commitment and 'ew!' closeness between himself and any individual of the opposite gender. He'd joined his pals in laughing at any one of their buddies who so much as looked at any girl as though they might be attractive, and joined in in daring, or pushing, a poor soul to enter Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, laughing at their humiliation. He'd been a typical guy, terrified of relationships or anything that seemed too... immasculine. But a lot had changed since he was an idiotic thirteen year old, entirely convinced that he knew everything in the world. Now he was five years older, and a hell of a lot had changed. Thirteen year old Elijah would have never believed that he would willingly suggest to his girlfriend that they go to the 'lovey-dovey' shop during the November Hogsmeade trip, but here he and Molly were, walking down Hogsmeade towards the building like any other happy couple.
Like said, a lot had changed since the immature days of second and third years. He was perfectly happy to go wherever Molly wanted to go, despite the constant taunts that erupted from his friends whenever he and his girlfriend went anywhere together. Sometimes seventeen and eighteen year olds could be just as immature as first years. They just couldn't seem to realize that yes, being in a relationship did tend to make a guy prioritize. Most of his pals were not the types to seriously get involved with a girl. They liked their parties, which Elijah did, too, but he wasn't about to go and make out with five different girls in a night. If that caused him ridicule, so be it.
They set off for the shop almost as soon as they were allowed to head off to Hogsmeade, wanting to get there early in case there were many happy couples wanting to get their places at the store. Who knew, maybe there had been many relationships started at the masquerade ball. A sudden influx of happy couples wanting to cement their relationship by going to the most lovey dovey shop in the area... it wouldn't be surprising. Personally Elijah thought that experience should get priority over new lust when it got to seating at the shop, but as long as they got there early enough there would be no lack of seating.
It wasn't long until they came to the tacky shop with the windows steaming up and preventing him from seeing any happy couples already existing inside. Elijah opened the door, holding it clear and standing to the side with a crooked smirk on his face. "Beauty before age."
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Post by molly on Jul 11, 2011 1:49:32 GMT -6
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There's only one thing to do Three words for you I love you There's only one way to say Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you.
Molly was excited! Oh yes, she was! Not about going to Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop, because let's face it, that's where all the hormonal teens went on dates. She often preferred to stay away from the place and have a nice day at Honeyduke's or just window shopping with Elijah, but dammit, she was not about to pass up the opportunity to go with Elijah, especially when it had been his idea. It had been a while since they had been on a real date. Sure, they spent most of their time together, they shared a few classes and the common room, but that was a daily thing. Not that it wasn't special, to Molly everyday with Eli was special. However, the girl was in need of some real alone time with him.
Everyone knew that Puddifoot's was the perfect place for some PDA. Since as everyone was holding hands and kissing, they didn't really mind. Molly was good at keeping her hands to herself. She would never make an inappropriate gesture or let their kisses linger for long, she believed in having some privacy. After all, who wanted to see her snogging her boyfriend in the middle of the corridors? If and when Elijah and Molly got a little heated (come on, they've been dating for two years, they've spent quite a few nights together) she was sure no one would be able to see or hear them. Today she wouldn't care, as far as holding hands and kissing went. She need to be close to Elijah and just rest her head on his shoulder while he held her. That wasn't too much right?
Molly stopped her thinking for a minute and she realized they had arrived. She couldn't really see inside, which prevented her from knowing if it was extremely crowded. She liked crowds, but not when she was trying to spend time with her boyfriend. Elijah's voice rang in her ears and she perked up a bit. Letting go of his arm, she went for the door. Before even taking one step in, she turned around, got on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. Her hand brushed his cheek as she pulled away and entered the shop.
Not to her surprise, even after they had set out early, the place was busy. She spotted mostly sixth and seventh years, with the exception of a couple of fourth year couples. She smiled, happy to see that the Masquerade didn't break people's heart. You know how people get when they're hidden behind a mask. They think they can forget who they are and go wild and just make out with anyone. Of course, Molly did no such thing. Anyway, the Masquerade Ball is irrelevant to this, because as far as anyone can tell, Molly and her sweetheart hardly spent any time together at the Ball. So back to the real thread.
"Do you regret inviting me here now?" she asked him with a big grin on her face. She waited for him to come inside before reaching for his hand.
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Post by elijah on Jul 14, 2011 11:45:30 GMT -6
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IF THIS IS A DREAM
I'M NOT GONNA WAKE UP
The moment the door opened and Elijah stepped inside after the beautiful red head, he was hit with the familiar assault of perfumes and lace and pink lovey-doveyness. Sometimes he wondered how such a tacky place as this could get so much attention and success, but then he realized that he was a hypocrite. The lure of the romantic setting always drew him in, didn’t it? Why should he complain about the atmosphere when he found it just as intoxicating as any other one of the males in the shop. Of course, his opinion would be rather different were he not in a relationship, but that was irrelevant. Madame Puddifoot had set up a gold mine nearby a castle filled with hormonal teenagers desperate to impress their dates. She was actually likely one of the smartest businessmen- er, businesswomen out there.
“’Course not!” he scoffed, a light smirk on his face as he grasped her hand with his. Something he’d made multiple observations of over the last two years (maybe because he was just so used to the feel of her fingers with his and his mind had adapted to their shape) was how perfectly their hands intertwined. All happy couples said that, though, didn’t they? He’d heard old happy couples, grandmothers and grandfathers who had been together for decades, saying that the way their hands fit together was proof of how made for each other they were. If that were actually the case, Elijah wasn’t complaining. With all the worries that he already knew this year would bring given the fact that he had another year left at the school while Molly was graduating, he was trying not to look too far into the future and live in the moment, but even in the present the old wives tale proved to bode well on him and his girlfriend. “If I hadn’t invited you, I would have had to come alone, and let’s face it, in a place like this that would just be plain weird.”
A girl in her twenties, dressed in pink with a huge charming smile on her face, hurried over when she saw new customers in the store, arriving just after Elijah finished speaking. Speaking cheerful words of welcome she guided the pair over to a small round table in the corner and then disappeared to wait on other customers with the promise of being back soon. Elijah dropped their hands and pulled out one of the two chairs for Molly before sitting in his own. As far as he could tell, none of the other happy couples in the shop even glanced up to look at the new arrivals. It’s how things always were, here, as far as he could tell. Though it was a rather open place for such a romantic setting as was provided, everyone inside was too wrapped up in their own dates and relationships to spy on any other couple, and the waitresses who were employed here were probably too used to seeing the same predictable young couples in the shop to pay any particular attention to one pair. Elijah liked that. There was more privacy coming into a small open shop here than there was tucked away in a booth at the spacious Hog’s Head.
Waiting for the waitress to come over, Elijah moved his chair closer to Molly’s and, wrapping his arm around her, pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that lasted a few seconds. When he drew away, he kept his arm around her; it always felt like the most natural position to him. “It’s been a while since we were last here, hey?”
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Post by molly on Aug 18, 2011 21:04:11 GMT -6
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There's only one thing to do Three words for you I love you There's only one way to say Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you.
Molly felt the familiar warmth of Elijah's hand on hers. It gave her shivers every single time. She looked down at them for a minute before looking back up at him again. In the middle of all the chaos that was Madame Puddifoot's Molly was more than thrilled to be here with him. She would savor these moments with him, because she knew it would all be over soon. Not their relationship, but stealing moments to be together. She wasn't sure how the next year would play out. She hadn't thought about what job to pursue, yet. Molly had a guaranteed spot at WWW, but she knew Fred was keen on taking over the business, so Molly wouldn't get in the way of his dreams.
The waitress interrupted her inner thoughts and soon she was following the girl and Elijah to their table. She was so glad it wasn't in the middle of it all, though she knew no one else would even notice them as they walked by. That was the thing about teenage love, everyone was always so preoccupated with their relationship to notice anyone else. For all they cared, Molly could've taken out her wand and started attacking people, they wouldn't even notice it. Well, I mean, they would, but it was just an example. Anyway, Molly was really glad about this, she could have some alone time with Elijah without having people stare at them.
The moment he leaned in and kissed her, she let her hand touch his cheek, softly caressing it, before their lips parted. She nodded at his statement, her cheeks red from the PDA. After two years, he still made her feel like a silly little school girl.
She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Yeah. I've been wanting to spend some time with you. You know, without other people around." She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed thanks to her statement. She wondered if he realized that she didn't mean here, but somewhere more private. Her mind was wandering back to the empty classroom in the castle. Maybe a room in the Hog's Head? She obviously wouldn't voice this out to him, it wasn't like her to be so open about their intimate life.
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Post by elijah on Aug 22, 2011 18:19:37 GMT -6
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IF THIS IS A DREAM
I'M NOT GONNA WAKE UP
"Yeah. I've been wanting to spend some time with you. You know, without other people around." To anyone else who might have heard what she’d said, that is if they weren’t too wrapped up in their own thoughts and she had been speaking in something closer to a yell, it might not seem like much. Their seats in the shop were rather secluded from everyone else, and one might count that to be ‘away from other people’, but Elijah sensed a bit of a ‘deeper’ meaning to what Molly meant. With all of the theatrics that came with the beginning of the year and the tournament, they hadn’t had much, if any, really alone time, as in just the two of them where no one else could find them… They’d been dating for a few years now, so it almost went without saying that they’d been together er… intimately. As nice as it might be to make their grannies proud, they were teenagers. What could people really expect when you’d known and cared for each other for that long? Yes, Ravenclaws were supposed to be the more responsible students, but that was all a bit of a joke. Ravenclaws were more than capable of being just as daring as any other house. They were just better at hiding it. Creativity and intelligence were a powerful combination when it came to deceiving others.
“Hm…” he murmured quietly, a small smirk on his lips. “Well, you know, it would be kind of rude to leave now,” which was true, seeing as the waitress was slowly making her way over to their cozy little table, digging her notebook out of her apron pocket as she went to take their orders. She paused, though, hailed down by customers sitting at another table. “But after this, I’m sure we could find somewhere a bit more secluded…” His mind was already thinking of possible locations. He didn't really care what, exactly, they did, either. Just some time with just the two of them... no matter the activities they took part in, time alone with Molly was what the eighteen year old craved.
For the waitresses benefit, as she walked over, Elijah flashed her a quick smile as she asked for their orders, feeling his pocket and the familiar bulge of coins there. He would, of course, be paying. C’mon, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t? Yeah, women should generally be treated like equals, but it was pretty much a man’s duty to look after their woman, no matter how much some cheap bastards would complain about it. Those were the same guys who’d never be in lasting relationships themselves. “I’ll have a coffee,” he told the waitress, who nodded and marked it down on her paper (really? Marking down something as simple as a coffee?) and hung around to hear what his girlfriend wanted.
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