11 Oct 2023, 11:19
Attention to His Detention
Boss of You, @Simon Kincaid
23 September, 2023
Even though his Detention Slip had directed him to be in the 1st Floor Corridor this morning at 9:00 am, punishing her boy was not anything AngelFyre was close to looking forward to doing. She had long ago determined that even his detention would be an odd sort of "date" for the two. After all, she felt partially responsible for the predicament he now faced, if only because he had been trying to make a wonderful memory for her... which he had most definitely done. This would just be an extension of that, of course, but she was still going to play up her position of authority over him because it was an opportunity she did not see happening often in the future.
The school's house elves were, as always, eager and happy to help her with the gathering of the supplies she and Simon would need. AngelFyre had even spoken to them at length a couple of days earlier as to the preferred methods to achieve her intended goal. In the little over two years that she had attended Hogwarts, AngelFyre had not seen what they were about to do ever take place, but she supposed that did not mean much, really. She had never seen the meals being prepared or the student laundry being done either, but she knew it happened, whether by magic or manual labor, it happened. Today, however, there would be no magic behind his assigned task. Or, very little, and none that would accomplish the intended goal in a matter of seconds vs the hours she expected it to take.
The Corridor was not empty at this hour, but it was certainly not occupied by the frenzied throng of students moving back and forth against each other as they all tried to reach their next classroom. Moving in the Corridors during the school week could be as challenging, if not moreso, than trying to navigate the moving staircases at times. As she busied herself getting things set up and determining where they would start, she smiled and greeted the students that walked by, most of whom showed minimal signs of interest in what was about to take place. This was a far less exciting prospect than seeing Simon Kincaid walking around butt naked.
Not gonna lie. She positively agreed. But rules is rules.
She had just finished counting when she heard Simon approaching. She knew it was him without even having to look, but look she did. A small smile crept across her face as it struck her that she even recognized the pattern and cadence of his gait. Not a slow, ambling kind of a gait, but not relentlessly deliberate, either. When at Hogwarts, AngelFyre generally moved with speed and purpose, unless with Simon. Simon liked to take the time to look around and be aware of the people and events around him. It was one of the things about him she was actively trying to emulate. He was by no means a dawdler, but he did know how to take the time to smell the roses, so to speak. Naturally the boy could put her “speed” to shame, given his dhampir reflexes, but she often wondered if because he knew he could be so fast that he also realized he did not have to be fast.
Yet more things to dive deeper into and discover about him, getting her that much closer to her Ph.D in all things Simon Ezra Kincaid.
“Good morning, Mr. Kincaid,” she said in a clipped manner. Her formality at the outset would establish, she hoped, that she meant business, and he should as well. “Thank you for being on time. We have quite a lot to accomplish today, so your punctuality is appreciated,” and she offered a genuine smile with a quick nod in his direction. Motioning with her hand, she directed his attention to the supplies that the house elves had earlier delivered. “As you can see, we have buckets and buckets of clean rags and dirty rags. We also have,” and AngelFyre reached down to pick up one of the dark amber jars, displaying it in her palm so that he could get a clear view of it, “something I am told is called ‘Renaissance wax’."
She suppressed a smile as he ever so slightly craned his neck to get a better look at it. That clever, curious mind of his was always wanting to know everything about everything, and she could see this concoction was something new to him. She wondered how long it would take for him to make an entry in his notebook to do research on Renaissance wax. If she knew her fellow, it would be in there before lunch break was over.
“And finally we have these nifty little scrubbers. As a broom racer, you will likely appreciate this. In our muggle world we are used to steel wool scrubbers, sandpaper, and maybe plastic scrubbers to do dishes, but this is Hogwarts, so that is no go right out of the gate. What we instead have here are scrubbers made of the broom brush trimmings that are collected each and every time the school brooms are maintained and prepared before flight classes or sporting events. Nothing goes to waste!” and she smiled at him again, but this time her gaze may have lingered a bit longer than she intended. It was soooooooooo hard not to get lost in those dreamy, caramel-brown eyes of his.
"Right, well. Those are the supplies," she stated, abruptly breaking away from their gaze and clearing her throat to help put her in the proper frame of mind here. You are a Prefect right now, AF. Act like it. But then AngelFyre the girlfriend too quickly reminded herself that she had not even gotten to touch him or kiss him or hold his hand or anything yet that morning. That thought alone had her flash a bit of pique his way. Why did his punishment have to also mean punishment for her?
Unnnngggghhhh
"You know something, Simon Kincaid? Being the boss of you right now pretty much stinks!" she said rather brusquely and lobbed the scrubber at him, knowing full well his dhampir reflexes would not have him caught off guard by it in the least. Thinking blue flames must be sparking briefly in her eyes, she once again looked to him, and her moment of pique was immediately washed away as he just stood there, looking rather bemused.
She laughed a little at her silliness and then he laughed, too. Closing the distance between them, she dropped her Prefect title and picked up her more comfortable title of girlfriend. Without another moment's hesitation, she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together at her ankles. Pressing her forehead first against his as she looked into his eyes, she told him, "I want to start part of this morning over. Good morning, love o' my life. Your mission today, should you choose to accept it," and she pulled back a bit to look at him more earnestly, "and you have no choice but to accept it," and she snickered, "is to first give your girlfriend her usual good morning kiss, because without it, she is apparently grumpy as a bear. Your second, and much less vital mission of the day, will be to buff these 40 suits of armor lining the Corridor. I thought it an appropriate punishment given the infraction you committed. Parading yourself around Hogwarts in your "buffday suit" and she raised her eyebrows at him a couple of times suggestively, "got me to thinking buffing these particular suits might be just the thing to have you think twice about "buffing" ever again," and she playfully arched an eyebrow at him, impatiently waiting for her kiss.
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ReducioSimon and AngelFyre's writers long ago gave each other blanket permission to god mod one another.
The magic is real.
16 Oct 2023, 16:51
Attention to His Detention
And so it begins with @AngelFyre McCubbin
23 Sept 2023.
It was a Saturday and Simon was heading to detention for breaking Rule No. 15 which states 'students must wear their school uniform during school hours unless common clothes are permitted by a professor.' This failure, as so a prefect perceived it, was from earlier that week when he first stood in the Hufflepuff Common Room and then later in the corridors with a sign that read:
I'm not putting my clothes back on until you say yes to the Fall Ball.
Was it during school hours?
Most likely. While classes were yet to be in session the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should have already adorned their school robes for the day and been making their way to breakfast before the start of classes. That's what all the passing Hufflepuffs, including the other prefect had done. Student after student in their white button down shirts, yellow and black striped ties, dress pants and uniform skirts, uniform sweaters, and some with their cloaks for even extra coverage.
Was he wearing his school uniform?
Not exactly, nor was he wearing 'common clothes' either. Remember that sign mentioned earlier? Well, there was a lot weighing on that poor sign as it was all that what separated a fully exposed Simon Ezra Kincaid and all of Hogwarts.
Go big or go home - isn't that the expression? It's an exhortation to go all-out and put all of one's effort into an enterprise, an idea - a proposal to the fall dance at school. Simon had done sweet, he had done romantic. By now, he and AngelFyre were secure in their relationship that they could touch upon other facets.
It was a perfectly executed plan - or at least it seemed so in the planning process and if anyone could carry it off it would be Simon Kincaid since the boy had no self-preservation about such notions as nudity. This wasn't about trying to show himself off to the student body - it never was when he was without clothing - but rather about freedom and about doing something memorable.
Ah, but what the poor boy forgot was that while freedom of expression does exist in the UK by Article 10 of the Humans Rights Act 1998, it goes on to say that this freedom "may be subject to formalities, conditions, restrictions, or penalties as prescribed by law and are necessary in a democratic society."
That's where other prefect, who happened to also be girlfriend, stepped in. Yes, we are free to make our own choices but we are not free from the consequences we may face.
So here was Simon, reporting to Prefect McCubbin in the corridors that Saturday morning wearing FULL common clothing attire, but you know what - his endeavor had succeeded and he was walking with his full common clothing attire to his DATE for the Fall Ball!
She greeted him with a "Good morning, Mr. Kincaid," he did his best to suppress a smile. "Good morning, Miss McCubbin," he greeted her. She was the prefect and he was the delinquent here, after all. Still, it made him flash back to their second meeting in the Rehearsal Room last year when they addressed one another as Miss McCubbin and Mr. Kincaid. She went on to explain what supplies were to be used that day, one being Renaissance wax that caught his attention - whether it was from the name and why it was called RENAISSANCE wax or maybe from the dark amber jars that had no label upon them. And those little scrub brushes made from broom clippings? - Fantastic idea!
Simon listened to Prefect McCubbin and a scrub brush was tossed his way and he flashed her that wide smile of his and that's when she began to start their day all over again, this time as Girlfriend AngelFyre. He liked both sides of her so honestly, either way was fine with him - he was still getting to spend time with his girl, regardless.
He was to polish 40 suits of armor lining the corridors, buffing them so he never thought about going in the buff again. It was perfectly puntastic for his girl who liked her puns.
"Forty suits of armor, polished to shine, got it, ma'am," he said and gave her head nod as an unofficial sort of salute and then came to close the gap between them, bringing his arms around her and pressing his lips to hers.
Their kiss lasted long enough that there were murmurs heard from above from the portraits so he drew back. "Alright, service calls. No more distractions! I have a detention to serve, for Helga Hufflepuff's sake!" he said and pointed to her as if claiming that was totally her fault. ....And it was. She'd always have his attention, whether she was physically by his side or not.
And Simon took one of the amber bottles of Renaissance Wax and opened it, dipped the broom clipping scrub brush inside, and began to get to work on the first suit of armor. Were they always this tall or had she performed the Engorio spell on them? Simon never quite remembered them being this tall...
He scrubbed and he scrubbed and he scrubbed, starting from the top and worked his way down. Once he got low enough, Simon sat down on the stone corridor floor and got as comfortable as one could and scrubbed some more. Nearly one down - after this, only thirty-nine more to go.
"Gotta keep my stamina up," he said to her with a smile, making an excuse for sitting down on the job. "Want a lemon drop? I've got some in my bag." Now he was just trying to be a distraction.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
17 Oct 2023, 15:10
Attention to His Detention
A Greasy, Grimy, @Simon Kincaid
23 September, 2023
Giggles escpaed from her lips and echoed down the empty Corridor as he playfully pointed at her and invoked the revered name of their beloved House founder, Helga Hufflepuff, in a feigned chastisement of blame. "I am quite certain I have no idea what you are going on about," and she batted her long, Bambi lashes at him rapidly in an overly dramatic fashion, suppressing even more giggles. Casting a quick glance at some of the portrait people, all signs pointed to them settling in to enjoy the happenings... and the couple... about to spend a good deal of time in their presence for the day.
Before she really got a proper chance to explain the method by which to properly buff the armor, as patiently and helpfully explained to her by the house elves, her enthusiastic rebel with a cause grabbed an amber jar and a scrubber and started right in, working diligently to fulfill his detention. AngelFyre had turned to grab a bucket each of the clean and dirty rags and was going to demonstrate for him, but he was already scrubbing away.
Hmmmmmmm.
She decided not to say anything, for the time being. Maybe it would all work out. She had no doubt that the school elves knew what they were talking about, but she also knew, in most things, there was more than one way to skin a cat, and she recoiled mentally at that revolting turn of a phrase. Touch ups would not be the end of the world if necessary. Nor would a redo if it came to it.
She smiled as her quite-tall-for-his-age boyfriend stepped up and grasped the suit of armor while balancing himself and struggling a bit to gain a comfortable purchase on the plinth, which was also soundly occupied by his current buffing project. She quickly looked down and directed her ever growing grin at the flagstones as she realized that Simon was going to be a grimy mess by the end of this. AngelFyre looked up and cast a knowing glance to some of the portrait people who were becoming more and more engrossed in watching her fellow's antics, shaking their heads and beginning to talk amongst themselves. She surreptitiously put her index finger in front of her pursed lips in the universal sign for silence... at least she hoped it was universal for their eras.
It was going to be quite entertaining to watch him struggle a bit with this first one. One small child started to call out to Simon, but his father, at least AngelFyre thought it might be his father, lithely snaked his hand over the boy's mouth and kept it there as the child looked up to him, questioning with his eyes. The alleged father just shook his head at the lad and mimicked AngelFyre's index finger in front of the lips move. There you go. Some partial confirmation of universality, she reckoned.
AngelFyre watched in amusement as Simon quickly discovered that, unlike Herman, he did not have six arms. Holding onto the jar of Renaissance wax and also balancing himself on the plinth while holding onto the armor left no hand with which to scrub. This meant, of course, there was a lot of stepping up and stepping down. The boy was definitely going to get his workout today, that was for certain.
When he finally got to the suit of armor's knees, he was able to sit down and work from a much more stable position. She admired, very much, the effort he had put into the whole thing, and really, the armor looked much better than when he started, but yeah, she was going to have point out a few necessary changes. All of them, she was sure, he would gladly welcome.
When he mentioned his bag of lemon drops, she spun around to her left, and then to her right before spying his enchanted satchel. She made her way over to it and grabbed it, bringing it back and sitting down next to him. As his hands were a grimy mess, she opened up the satchel and came upon the baggie immediately. Reaching for one and unwrapping it for him, she was going to simply have him open his mouth and place it in there for him, but she flashed on the memory of him sharing a sip of juice with her over their Austrian holiday, so she teased him instead. "Here you go, love," and as he opened his mouth to receive it, she instead popped it into her own mouth and happily began to suck on it. He looked at her, mouth agape, for all of about two seconds before finally closing it, his eyes taking on that, 'Oh, so that's how it's going to be, eh?' look. Before he could actually utter a spoken word, she leaned over and kissed him deeply, transferring the lozenge to him at some point in their tangled tongue tango.
"Yes, love. That is exactly how it is going to be," she said, answering his unvoiced question while quickly running her tongue over her bottom lip. "Do you have any problems with that?" she asked and arched her brow playfully at him.
"So, there actually is a process to buffing out this armor. With 39 more to go, I am assuming you might want to hear what that is, yeah?" and as she asked him, she reached over and took the beleaguered scrubber from his hand, bringing it up in front of her face and turning it from side to side, inspecting it intently. "I think this one is a goner, handsome. I do not believe the bristles are supposed to be laying nearly parallel to the floor," and she chuckled.
"Here. Let me show you what the school elves showed me. Take a breather and watch. The rest should not be so difficult," and she leaned over and deposited a little kiss to his cheek before quickly handing him her water bottle.
"First we wipe the suits down with one of the dirty rags. The point of that is simply to get all of the dust off. The elves said we are not trying to get a mirror shine; we are just trying to get the oxidation off. After wiping them down, we then take one of the clean rags and lightly dip it into the jar of wax. A little goes a long way here. The wax is used to simply act as a barrier against moisture in these dank halls. Too much of it can present a different set of problems," and she pointed up to the top as several brown streaks were sluicing their way down the armor's front, and she presumed, down its back as well.
Holding up a fresh scrubber, she continued. "I was told to never dip the scrubber directly into the wax because being so dry, they would too quickly absorb the oils and become limp and generally useless," and she held up his scrubber yet again to emphasize the truth of that point. "Too much wax softens the brush and dulls the shine of the armor by attracting even more dust, so you just take the clean rag and rub it over the armor, using the scrubber only in the rusted areas.When this has been done all over the suit, we will take another clean, dry rag and wipe off all excess wax and grime, and voila! Mission complete."
She leaned over to take the bottle from his hand and took a sip herself. "I will be helping you, so it is technically not your job to complete all 40 of these by yourself. I just sat out this first one because it was too amusing not to," and she smiled widely at him and winked. "Also, and this I believe you will find to be the best news of all, is that instead of clamoring all over them like a lion cub trying to get its mother to play with it, we can use "Reducio" on them to make them a manageable size. It will save time as well as wear and tear on our clothing, hands, and nerves."
"Ready to get started... again? I think we should first wipe this big boy down while he is still normal size. I think that will make it easier to get the dripping wax out of the creases."
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The magic is real.
21 Oct 2023, 16:35
Attention to His Detention
Workin' it with @AngelFyre McCubbin
Lemon drops were already candy given from the heavens above and what a better way to deliver them? Simon was pretty sure that, at that moment, he loved them even more than he had ever loved them before. Now, they didn't only offer a citrus burst of flavor that was both tart and refreshingly sweet but that particular drop offered a citrus burst of flavor that was both tart and refreshingly sweet, with the exhilarating sensation of AngelFyre's lips.
The two would have to share more lemon drops.
Then, Prefect McCubbin and Girlfriend AngelFyre turned into Professor McCubbin and instructed him on the more efficient manner in which to tackle these suits of armor. He was grateful for it, as his current method would take all week and wouldn't be accomplished because it would have him exhausted and laying helpless on the corridor floors by supper time - something similar to a melted jelly slug, pooled within the indentations between stones.
"Alright, wipe down, reduce size, lightly dip, careful of the scrubber, wipe off excess wax. And like the nuns at church always told me, 'a little goes a long way.' Well, that and 'leave some room for the Lord' whilst at school dances - or in the church courtyard - or in the organ gallery - or in St. Michael's Chapel...." his voice trailed off a little as he realized there were other locations he could ramble on about but there was certainly no need for such.
Simon began to wipe down the suit with the cloth he had, which had a rivet in it, much like a flag would have so it could be hung. The metal rivet gently clanged against the metal of the suit of armor a few times and reminded him of an oldies song.
He couldn't resist himself.
It clanged once. "Hoh!"
It clanged again. "Ah!"
It clanged another time. "Hoh.... I hear something saying...." he began to sing.
And he repeated this a few times before continuing with the lyrics.
"Well don't you know...." his voice was low and then grew in regular volume.
"That's the sound of the men, working on the chainnn gayy-E-ang. That's the sound of the men
Working on the chainnnn - gang. All day long they're saying.....huh ah, huh ah, uh ah, uh ah...."
And he continued with Sam Cooke's "Chain Gang" about halfway through but stopped before getting to the part about the workers wearing frowns or moaning their lives away because hey, he was with his girl. These were good times - even if hard labor.
So what other 'working' type songs did he know? Whistle While You Work from Snow White....but didn't everyone find that song annoying? Then it came to him the very next second. The Iron Butterfly, The Backwoods Barbie, The Queen of Nashville, The Leading Lady of County, The Smoky Mountain Songbird - none other than Dolly Parton. Could he do her classic "9 to 5" justice? They were about to find out.
He began tapping his scrub brush against the stone flooring in a certain quick rhythm that wasn't very distinguishable - yet. It would maybe be once he started the words and he was pretty sure if AngelFyre hadn't come across the song just by happenstance that maybe Grandma Ruth had exposed it to her - as Dolly Parton seemed like something Grandma Ruth would have favored.
"Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition and yawn and stretch and try to come to life. Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin,' out on the streets the traffic starts jumpin' for folks like me on the job from 9 to 5."
Simon thought this one looked pretty good. Now to the next one. Wipe down first with a dirty rag to get the dust off. He stood up - no, more popped up, and grabbed one of the rags and continued with the singing, not missing a beat. "Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin', barely - gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'...." he wiped down the armor a little before doing a little spin.
"They just - use your mind and they never give you credit. It's enough to drive you CRAZY IF YOU LET IT. 9 to 5 - for service and devotion. You would think that I - would deserve a fat promotion. Want to - move ahead, but the boss won't seem to let me. I swear sometimes that girl is - OUT OUT TO GET ME....." He changed the pronoun there to fit AngelFyre and came over to her side, taking the break in the song in his head that he was trying to project vocally to present her with a quick kiss on the lips and smiled.. "All respect given, Miss McCubbin, and worry not, you're not this kind of boss."
There was more song to get to though and he began to shuffle back to his second suit of armor that he had started on. "They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter, you're just a step on the boss man's ladder but YOU'VE GOT DREAMS he'll never take away. In the same boat with a lot of your friends, waitin' for the day your ship'll come in and the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll you away...." This time he kept the pronoun the same as in the song since he clarified that Hufflepuff Prefect AngelFyre McCubbin had better business management techniques for those under her direction.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
23 Oct 2023, 03:15
Attention to His Detention
Oh, Snap! @Simon Kincaid
23 September, 2023
As she suspected, he was not at all averse to her new lemon drop delivery method. In fact, he sat there quite happily, sucking away on it, giving her his irresistible, quasi smirk as he also gave her his full attention while she explained what the house elves had explained to her. She listened as he repeated the process back to her and nodded in the affirmative as he seemed to have it down pat, and then she tried not to show just how amused she actually was when he randomly went off on one of his 'playboy of old' tangents, reminiscing about the places he apparently had snogged oh soooooooooooooooo many girls before shackling himself to her, his very own lifelong, ball and chain.
They had both stood up at this point to wipe down his first suit of armor, and as she took care of the back and he was dealing with the front, she finally shot her head out to the side with a feigned, put out look and a very highly arched eyebrow. "If I were you, Mr. Kincaid, I might think at least twice, and then some, about not further ticking off the girlfriend who has clearly shown she has zero problem tossing detention your way. I mean, think about it. What possible good can come from you regaling her with reminders of all of the places you used to snog girls who were NOT her? Heeeelllooooo!?! That is some special kind of foolishness if you ask me, which you did not, but...." and she continued to simply stare him down for a few seconds, forcing her bottom lip to not quiver from the laughter that was building from within.
AngelFyre knew darn good and well that she was the very, verrrrrrrrrry happy beneficiary of Simon's past experiences with girls, but she did not necessarily always like to be reminded of it. It was a fine line he walked here, and he had gotten much better about walking it, on the rare occasions he chose to bring it up, but still. Silly boy. As she playfully rolled her rag between her two hands and moved around to the side a bit to snap her rag at him in rapid fire succession three times, she goaded him a little.
"What if you are my first in a long line of snogging paramours, hmmmm?" *rag snaps out, harmlessly against his hip, but he nonetheless began to backup, grinning that rakish grin of his*
"Who knows? We could part ways for a bit and come back in a few years when we end up together for good and...," *another quick snap of the rag from her wrist made solid contact with his cute little backside*
"I could then regale you with a litany of the times and places where I acquired my vast experiences." *and a final snap lands on the back of a thigh as they had now made a full circle around the suit of armor*
"Would that work for you, handsome? I mean, you then, like I am now, would be the beneficiary of soooooooooo much of my experience," and she looked at him and teasingly rolled her eyes as an only slightly quivering smirk graced her lips before she leaned up, not to kiss him, but to gently tug at his bottom lip with her teeth. When she released it, she just looked up at him and smiled innocently.
"I know. Never going to happen. But I believe you get my point."
Before he could utter a word, their attention was drawn to a few folks in the portraits. They looked up to find a young man, maybe in his early 30's, sitting at his nicely appointed country kitchen table with a young woman standing not too far behind him. She looked to be doing the dishes. He made no bones about chiding Simon for taking such nonsense from that "impudent girl" and told him he needed to take command of the situation here and now. The woman, almost before he could finish, wheeled around suddenly and snapped her own rag at the fellow, who shot up out of his chair and ran to the other side of the table as she chased him around, snapping her rag at him repeatedly. Simon and AngelFyre just looked on and at each other, and laughed as more and more of the portrait people around them began to laugh as well.
Finally the young man grabbed the rag and AngelFyre caught her breath, hoping she had not started something awful for the young woman. She breathed a sigh of relief as the fellow used the rag to jerk her close to him and gave her a kiss instead, turning his back to the audience so they could have a modicum of privacy. Everyone then cheered and went back to their own business, including Simon and AngelFyre.
As they went back to work, smiling at each other with their gazes, it was not long before her personal Angel of Music broke out into a particularly brilliant rendition of Chain Gang. She loved that a couple of clangs against the metal could bring the song to his mind. It was hard not to join in, so she did. She contributed a lot of the "huhs" and "ahs" in the background. She had almost started a one-woman feminist riot earlier. She did not need to start a rampage as portrait people, or real folk, ran for their lives at the sound of her singing. Besides, Simon's voice was too beautiful not to want to listen to it, too.
What she was really good at, as it turned out, was clanging her "Thinking of You Right Now" bracelet against the armor at the appropriate times in the song. She had seen a movie some years ago with her father called "Cadence". That song played a large part in the movie, and AngelFyre had danced the moves in it for weeks afterwards because she liked it so much. Today was no exception. As Simon sang, she was the lone Pip to his Gladys Knight, so to speak. He did what he did best and she did what she could do... dance.
Even "hard time" with Simon was easy. They laughed, they teased, they sang and danced, and they managed to have an overall great time doing some pretty menial and boring stuff. Not that she needed any more proof that he was definitely the boy for her, but if she had, today would have been solidly marked as such. It just did not matter what they did or where they were. The two seemed to be determined to make the best of it... and of each other.
Winding down to the last two suits of armor, AngelFyre shared with him that Grandma Ruth had to have been singing and dancing right along with him to his "9 to 5" number. "She just adored Dolly Parton. Mom still does, I am sure. I, however, thank you for seeing me as a not unkindly 'boss of you'." As she scrubbed a particularly stubborn rust spot, she added, "I hope you remember that thought if the occasion ever arises again where I have to pull that parchment pad out of my robe's left pocket and hand you a piece of it... along with a piece of my mind, no doubt," and she snickered.
"I will say, there are definitely worse ways to spend my days than overseeing Simon Ezra Kincaid in detention. Now hurry it up there, Mister. I am famished and we still have to return these supplies to the house elves. Hey! Maybe they can tell you what Renaissance wax is." and he looked at her with his wide, gorgeous smile and just shook his head.
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OOC: One more post and your detention is complete, Handsome.
The magic is real.
30 Oct 2023, 13:56
Attention to His Detention
Detention complete with @AngelFyre McCubbin
One potato, two potato, three potato, four.... except we weren't talking potatoes here but suits of armor. One by one, the two prefects began to knock them back as they established a routine on how to most effectively get them cleaned and polished.
It was a lot of fun; but it was also a lot of work.
Simon had been wearing a sweatshirt, and about three-fourths of the way through it was apparent that he was getting terribly hot. He had placed down his scrubber brush softly upon one of the rags so not to get any Renaissance Wax on the corridor floor and then grabbed at the lower hem of his hoodie. "Worry not, Prefect McCubbin, there is a shirt underneath this," he stated before flashing her a smile.
Honestly, he was glad that she gave the detention. He never would have wanted the other students to see her as some push-over prefect, nor did he want preferential treatment in her's or anyone's eyes when it came to that sort of thing.
As he finished up with his last one, he stepped back to give it more review and gave a quick look at all the others, ensuring they were complete, before going over to his enchanted satchel. He slipped out his mechanical watch, one of those older types that needed wound every evening, to check the time and smiled. "Finished with just enough time to get these supplies where they go and get my girl to lunch."
He slipped the watch back into the pocket and began to go gather the supplies, ensuring everything was picked up and lids were secured and that sort of thing. "Not sure this corridor ever looked so good, but that might have something to do with the beautiful girl standing within it." Cheesy line, and yet true.
"Alright, portrait people, you have a great afternoon!" he placed all the things back into the bag she brought them in, put that bag in his satchel, and brought it over his shoulder. He then began to offer his arm to AngelFyre but no, that was an old-fashioned custom of escorting that was gentlemanly, but also quite formal. He lowered his arm and this time extended his hand out toward her because while the other was nice, hand holding was a sign of affection and expressed a closeness that he knew they had beyond measure.
There was a time and a place for everything - that was the lesson learned during this detention.
Thread complete.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)