One free question, in complete honesty, about the future of PH if someone can guess which Harry Potter character has the same first name as me.
P.S. FRERO fans are going to LOVE this chapter ( I hope)
And I apologize for not updating sooner. I just wasn't feeling it for this story then.
Her head was pounding. It was incessant, thumping madly in her ears, making it difficult to focus on anything long. Apparrently she had been on lots of potions, one of which kept her unconcious to help heal her concussion. Angelina hadn't been in much better shape, granted the bitch landed on her, but still. At least she had the okay to play in the Quidditch match.
Instead of flying on her broom, high in the air, chucking Bludgers at unsuspecting Slytherins, she was watching Ginny do it. Ginny wasn't a Beater, more the build of a Seeker or Chaser, but she did a right decent job. Especially when she whacked a good one at Goyle. Slytherin must have been slipping if they let Crabbe and Goyle slither onto the team. She had once doubted the two morons actually knew how to make a broom fly.
Aero watched intently as Ron let a Quaffle in. She stamped her foot in frustration, along with Neville, on the boards below her. Ron was a Weasley, and while some (Slytherins) could say Weasleys didn't have much, they could not entirely deny they came from a good run of players. Charlie was the best of them. Bill wasn't bad at all. Fred and George were obviously amazing Beaters, Ginny had some skill and potential. Even Percy had been spied working a Quaffle. Now Ron...Harry had told her, when she'd gotten back, that he was alright, when they were alone.
Aero felt a twinge of sympathy for the kid. He was the youngest of the boys. Everyone brought something to the table, so to speak, and Ron apparrently, according to Ginny, thought he didn't. Aero had watched the kid through the years, and noticed how much he differed from his siblings. They were loud, confident. They all knew what they wanted, who they were. Ron was a little more self-concious, a little on the shyer side. How he ended up like that she hadn't the foggiest fuck. But still. She could see potential in him, even from here, even when he let the Quaffle in. He was agile, his face was intent and concentrated, his eyes followed every movement of the Quaffle. It was the crowd that unsettled him. Ron had never gotten much attention, she supposed, so getting all this attention, especially the bad from the Slytherins, must be unnerving. His face was scarlet.
She cringed as another Quaffle got in. And that song...that song was horrid. How anyone could be so harsh and malicious like that, as to sing a song so confidence crumbling, was beyond her. She reminded herself they were Slytherins, but still...this was a new low.
"Alright Ron! It's alright!" she heard Angelina shout, no doubt noticing the younger boy's distress.
Aero found herself wanting to knock a Bludger into every Slytherin who came within hearing distance of the younger Weasley. He wasn't ready for such a crowd, especially facing Slytherin. That was something you had to work up to, the attention and expectations. Perhaps if he faced Hufflepuff instead, he'd have a better time adjusting to it all, but when you have sneering people throwing things your way and a song like Weasley Is Our King being directed soley at you it's not the best way to come into your own as a player.
She saw Harry frantically searching for the Snitch. Fred and George sped past, their faces flushed and angry. George launched a particularly nasty shot at Crabbe, who got slammed in the shoulder. No matter what the twins may have said, they were the most loyal people she knew, so hearing people purposefully taunting one of their own, who they tended to be protective about anyways because they too had noticed his less confident ways, was putting them in quite the identical foul moods.
And then in the blink of an eye Draco and Harry were flying past, going down for the snitch, and all of Gryffindor was on their feet, cheering and encouraging, praying for the saving grace that was their Seeker.
And then it was over. And Harry caught the snitch and Aero couldn't help but grin when Neville cheered ecstatically -
Harry fell onto the ground and Hooch blasted past them at the Slytherins and Gryffindor roared its outrage, the Slytherin students leering and jesting. Crabbe had angrily launched a Bludger right into Harry's back.
Aero and Neville followed the crowd, elbowing their way through, bumping into an idly standing blonde girl with...a lions head, and ran onto the pitch. Aero was by his side in a minute, both her and Angelina assissting him up.
"You did it, we won!" Angelina said with a proud grin.
"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you? I've never seen a worse Keeper...but then he was born in a bin...Did you like my lyrics, Potter?" Draco said suddenly, staring at him furiously.
Aero had a sense of foreboding in her chest. Draco was always one to throw nasty tantrums when he didn't get his way...
"Draco..." Aero warned.
Harry merely turned away, torwards their team.
"We wanted to write another couple of verses! But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see -"
"Talk about sour grapes," Angelina said, casting a venomous glance at the blonde.
"Draco. Drop it. Now." Aero demanded, staring at her cousin, hard.
Fred and George had stiffened, zeroing in on Malfoy. Just a second before Aero had been making her way to Fred, but had stopped as well to focus on her childish cousin.
"Leave it-" Angelina began, striding forward to grip Fred's arm.
Aero roughly elbowed her, sending her a glare and standing in front of the twins.
"Fred, let him yell, he's just lost..." Aero murmured.
She half-hoped Fred and George would pummel him, but then again Draco was family, so...
"But you like the Weasleys, don't you Potter? Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink -" Draco sneered
"Draco. Enough!" Aero shouted at him.
" - I'm not saying anything, cousin. You'd know all about the stink, wouldn't you? Shacking up there, mingling with them. Right, Potter? Although, I suppose being brought up by muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-"
Fred had taken a step forward and Aero forced him back with a hand on his chest, though he didn't spare her a glance, his eyes glued to Draco who continued mouting off. Lee had come down some time and now he and Katie stood in front of George like a wall. But when Draco finished that sentece, Fred and forced his way forward, making Aero shove him back. A fight, with everything going on with Umbridge, was not an option. Fred and George would get horrible detentions, Merlin knows what else, and Aero couldn't accept that. She wasn't about to allow them to be carved into because Draco had bad grace.
"Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it -"
And the dung had hit the fan. Harry, who had been holding George, broke through the guard of katie and Lee, George on his heels, both barreling towards Draco, Fred struggling, cursing and shouting, kicking and hitting, to get free. Aero leaned against his chest, her head turned to look at her cousin and the other two, Katie and Alicia helping her hold Fred back.
Harry and George descended on the Slytherin, punching, hitting, kicking, angrily and furiously attacking him and Aero couldn't muster up a single ounce of sympathy as she kicked Fred's legs out from under him, landing on top, pinning him to the ground. Her hands braced his shoulders, using her weight to help force him down somewhat as he struggled.
And then Harry tumbled past her, knocked off his feet by Hooch.
She screamed at them as Draco moaned from the ground, his team surrounding him. George and Harry stalked off the grounds, heading towards McG's room. She's scream til her throat was raw and stick their heads in the trophies before she had them spit-shine them clean.
Aero glanced down, exhausted, at Fred. He was flushed an angry red, his eyes darker then usual, his fists clenched. His eyes met hers furiously. Aero, furious herself with how stupid the human race was, glared down at him.
"You idiot." she muttered under her breath with a scowl.
Fred tossed her off, landing ontop, staring her down. She lay on her grass underneath him as his arms held him up, her arms crossed over her chest, staring up at him impassively.
"Don't. Control. Me." he bit out.
"If you didn't act like a caged animal I wouldn't have to." she replied back just as hotly.
"Did you hear him -"
"I'm not deaf, Fred."
"So it's alright with you?" he thundered.
"You are an idiot." she said, rolling her eyes, shaking her head.
She brought her knees up, curling in and placed her feet on his chest before she tossed him up over her head, Fred grabbing her slim wrists in his hands and brought them down so he was flat on the grass and she was above again.
"I never said I approved of what my cousin did. Just that you shouldn't let him provoke you." she snapped.
Fred grunted and tipped them over, hovering above her again as she fell under him with a thud.
"You heard what he said." he replied icily.
Aero rolled her eyes, blowing a piece of hair out of her mouth.
"Will you stop biting my head off? I'm only looking out for you!" she exclaimed, tipping him back.
"I don't need you to look out for me!" he shouted back, looking up at her.
"Obviously, you do. Did you forget Umbridge was here?"
Fred pushed her backwards, making her fall back on her backside. Now he had his knees in between hers and hovered over her.
"I don't care about Umbridge."
"That's exactly why you can't be in the Order." she whispered harshly.
Fred glowered down at her. He was angry. Her head was pounding. Both their hearts were racing.
"You don't need to look out for me." he said quietly, finally.
Aero, eyes still hard and serious, replied "Yes I do. Because when you care, it's what you have to do."
He stared hard at her.
"You have grass in your hair." A crooked smile.
Aero rolled her eyes, trying to look annoyed, despite the quivering in the corner of her lips.
"Unbelievable!" Angelina shouted, slamming the dorm door violently.
Alicia gave a squeak of suprise and Katie jumped awake, startled and confused as to why her nap was interrupted. Aero glanced up curiously from where she was refilling her drink with some Whiskey.
"Something the matter?" she asked casually.
"Everything! Everything is wrong. You're out on Medical leave, the twins and Harry have been kicked off the team! -" Angelina cried, throwing a book off her bed and sending it across the room.
Aero perked up at hearing this information. So McGonagall had kicked them off? That seemed unlikely, it was just a fight...
"McGonagall did? That's a suprise..." Alicia said.
"Of course McGonagall didn't. That blasted, hairy troll in pink cloth with all the deceitfullness of a viper and hunger of a vulture did! That terrible old hag from hell! Evil incarnate! She did it!" Angelina shouted.
"What a vocabulary..." Katie muttered with amusement.
"But Fred wasn't even fighting! And they did it within provocation!" Alicia protested.
"Doesn't matter! They're off!" Angelina wailed, as if in agony which Aero assumed she was, and felt onto the bed, appearring to be attempting suffocation with her pillow.
Aero frowned. Harry and the twins would be wrecks. They lived for Quidditch. And this only strengthened their resolves to attack Umbridge. But Umbridge wasn't one to be taken lightly...
Aero wanted nothing more than to cheer Fred up. She sighed and walked towards her trunk, rumagging around in it briefly, pulling out a wadded ball of clothes and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door. Umbridge certainly was a troublesome woman...
Back your border when she knows someone crossed it, Don't let nobody put you down, who you with, take the pain of protecting your name from the crutch to the cane to high wire. I'm in love with a girl who knows me better. Fell for teh woman just when I met her! Someone understands! Wants to make love when I wanna fight, now someone understands!
Gavin DeGraw - I'm in love with a girl
Fred was seething. He was practically seeing red. How dare that bitch kick him off the team! Who did she think he was? He was Fred Weasley, damn it, he wasn't just going to sit back and take her bullocks. No, he'd get her back. She'd have to be told who she was messing with. Coming in here, unnanounced, dethrowning Dumbledore, investigating his girlfriend (he wasn't going to stop calling her that), carving into hands of his fellow students. It was unacceptable behavior.
George was sulking in the common room with Lee, Ron was nowhere to be found, Ginny was venting up in her room and Aero was currently M.I.A. He stomped up to his dorm room, pushing the door open and shutting it so hard behind him the frame shook. He kicked wildly at a box of ingredients on the floor and sharply turned his head up as he took a step forward and - ...froze mid-step.
It was a sight he had feared he'd never see again. Just the shock of seeing such a thing ruled over his anger and frustration. For a moment he forgot about needing to vent. He stood there, his mouth partly opened.
She was there, like something he generally had to imagine up at night or in the morning to relieve himself. Her small frame, the one that curled perfectly into his own, was crouched on his bed atop his scarlet covers, her hair was styled as if his own hands had just ran through it, her gray eyes practically smoking as she looked steadily at him. Her toned legs were bare, curled out before her, leading up to his red hand-knit sweater with his letter F sewn in. She was in his sweater, so big on her that the sleeves swallowed her dainty little fingers whole, a shoulder left sufficiently bare.
"Keep staring, I might do a trick." she said, slightly amused.
"Promise?"
She smirked at him, the corner of one side of her lips twitching up. Fred's feet moved automatically, rushing towards the bed, kicking his shoes off in the process and landing on his knees on the mattress. Aero cocked her head to the side, her nimble fingers moving over his knee, further up his thigh, leveling with his groin. Fred supressed a shudder of excitment and blatant shock.
She looked coyly up at him through her thick, long black lashes, biting her bottom lip and Fred swallowed hard, watching her movements.
"You've had a rough day." she cooed soothingly.
Fred nodded quickly.
"You've got a lot of pent up engery, anger, fire. Don't you?" she continued in the same, innocent tone.
"Y-yeah." he stuttered, feeling her warm fingers curl into the top of his pants. He blood suddenly pooled in his groin and his jeans felt uncomfortably tight.
"I wonder if a good shag would...release you?" she asked, looking up to meet his hazed gaze.
Fred opened his mouth to reply and found his voice was stuck in his throat. He swallowed and nodded his head carefully.
"I suppose it couldn't...hurt." he murmured finally.
Aero grinned at him before swiftly moving to streddle his lap. He blinked in shock of the movement and then her mouth was covering his, her hands twisting in his hair. He shut his eyes and his hands moved to her back. He cupped her butt and pulled her closer, completely aware of the buldge in his jeans. And then she lowered herself and his hands were slipped under the sweater, grazing her unblemished skin.
He groaned when he felt her press on his cock, his hip lifting slightly. He let himself fall backwards to lie on the bed. She sat above him, her hands resting on his shoulders, a gleam in her eyes. She reached a hand out to his pillow and came back with her wand, flicking it casually as she ground down on him again, balancing with one hand on his shoulder. His heart skipped a beat as his hips moved to try and gain move friction as she cast a locking and silencing charm on the room.
She threw her wand to the floor and ground herself into him again and his eyes rolled slightly, his hands gripping her small waist covered by his sweater. He moved them and his hands started sneaking up her thighs, under the sweater and when no resistent cloth became apparrent, his heart stopped, his breath hitched and his dick twitched. She wasn't wearing anything underneath his sweater...
She gave him a knowing smirk and reached down for his wrists, taking them and throwing them above his head, intertwining their fingers together and leaned down, capturing his mouth with hers in a searing kiss that sucked any remaing air from his lungs. He panted hotly when she let him breath, her mouth moving down over his exposed throat, nipping roughly at his skin.
His hands twitched, aching to touch her, and she lifted her head to stare at his half-lidded eyes. She quickly bent down over the bed and returned not a second later with her wand. She tapped his wrists and he looked up when something coarse rubbed against his struggling limbs. She had tied him to the bed posts...
"Well this seems oddly familiar..." he said with amusement.
She shrugged, smirking.
"Felt like reminising a bit." she replied.
Fred gave her an appraising look and she smirked wider. She crossed her arms across herself and lifted the hem of the sweater, pulling her crisscrossed arms over her head and removing the only article of clothing she wore. Fred ran his eyes over her. Her frame, so small, with its defined muscles from Quidditch. Thank-you, he thought, as he stared at her toned stomach, the belly-button ring glinting up at him.
"Anything else pierced that I should know about?" he asked hopefully.
She tossed her head to the side, her hair falling over one shoulder and shook her head.
"Only in your dreams, dear." she told him.
"Always."
She ducked down and bit his lower lip between her teeth, and when he parted his mouth in surprise the pushed the lips together, slipping her tongue inside. Fred's eyes widened and then he shifted his head for a better angle. He jumped when her hips rocked into his again, her bare body working wonders on his painfully clothing-clad one.
"Fuck" he hissed.
His hips bucked excitedly and Aero met every one, grinding herself diligently against him.
"Aero..." he whined.
She rolled her eyes playfully before poking her fingers through the middle section of his shirt, the small gap between the buttons, and yanked, sending buttons poping. She spread the shirt wide and scraped her nails down his torso, his muscles clenching as she ran over them. Fred could feel sweat building on his stomache as she sat above him. He had never told her, for fear of risking his manly pride, but he had always loved the fact that she could be the dominant partner and let him be one as well. The fact she could be whatever position was hot.
She bent down and nipped at his collarbone, her tongue sliding in the dip and drawing a shuddering breath from the man below her. She moved lower, biting teasingly at a nipple before hooking her fingers between his skin and his jeans. She gave a tug and moved to pull them, and his briefs, down. She kicked them off for him, and looked down at his face.
Fred could feel his face flushed, his heart pounding and he felt like he couldn't get enough air in his lungs. He struggled uselessly with the ropes holding back his hands. He just wanted to touch her...
She moved a hand down, fingers trailing lightly against his stomach and causing goosebumps, until he gave a loud groan, his neck pushing backwards into the pillows, his hands fisting and unfisting in the air when her small hand wrapped around his pulsing prick. His hips raised demandingly, urging her for more.
"You are quite impatient today. I knew you were frustrated." she murmured.
She rad the pad of her thumb over the tip and Fred cursed, not even trying to hide any sounds.
She watched his face with the utmost attention, watching his reactions. He hadn't been the only frustrated one lately. But it seems they both found a way to vent...
She was pumping him diligently, listening to him, her own face flushed and heart pounding. He was twitching and writhing beneath her, his head tossed back, eyes closed, mouth parted. Sweat beaded on his skin, almost making him seem to shine.
"Shit." he grunted before something hot dripped onto her hand, down onto his legs and the covers beneath them.
Aero sat back on his legs and waved her wand, cleaning the white off them both as Fred struggled to catch his breath. His head was turned to the side, resting on his shoulder, and cracked an eye open to glance at her through a glassy gaze.
"Whatever was that for?" he asked breathlessly.
Aero shrugged.
"You seemed a bit high strung. You needed a release. And I would prefer it not be on Umbridge which would result in you carving into your own hand for an hour. I mean, if you wanted to be hurt, you could've come to me, I wouldn't mind whacking yo uaround a bit." she said casually, examining her nails.
Fred raised his eyebrows.
"You want to beat me up, which I have no doubt you could and would dear, but yet you settle for wanking me off?" he wondered, sounding half amused half skeptical.
Aero glanced away from her nails for a moment, a subtle look of surprise on her face, as if he was missing something obvious.
"We're simply doing our fellow human beings a service, Freds." she said.
"Whaaat?"
Aero gave a huff and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"We're both extremely stressed out. DO you think we're good people when we're stressed out?" she asked him.
Fred frowned.
"You can be a bit of a bitch." he relented.
Aero momentarily frowned at him. "You're no prince charming yourself."
"But that's what I mean. We needed a stress reliever. Well, we've found it."
"Ah, so we wank each other everytime we get stressed out?" he asked.
Aero smirked then, leaning down over his face, their lips inches apart.
"Wanking is only part of it, love. I'm going to screw you into this very mattress so bad you won't be able to walk for a week." she told him quietly.
She felt Fred twitch under her again and something against her inner thigh. She raised her eyebrow and stared at him with a look of dark amusement.
Fred watched her expectantly, she leaned back up into a sitting position, moving her hand to run a fingernail gently across his slit, making him stop a cry in his throat, him to harden even further and then she positioned herself, hovering above him. Their eyes met and she seemed to let herself go, as if falling, and he sank inside her, fully sheethed, and they both moaned in approval.
She ground her hips, rotating around, and Fred clenched his eyes tightly, hands fisting and unfisting, veins becoming visible in his strained arms. His hips launched up suddenly and Aero gave a cry before moving up on her own and they created a rythem, meeting each other desperate thrust for desperate thrust. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her smaller form trembling as they moved, their bodies slamming together mixed with the sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room. She felt sweat form on her own body, further lubricating them and they moved faster.
Fred felt her nails dig painfully into his shoulders but he barely realized. He felt her clench and groaned himself, bucking wildly beneath her. His eyes opened and then hers, their eyes connecting as they both gave an earth shaking shudder, practically synchronized, and Fred heard his name tumble off her lips and hers grunted from his.
Aero gave a heavy sigh of content and fell to the side, her face pressed against the side of his chest, both trying to regain control of their bodies. Fred actually wondered, during times like these, if when they were all alone like this, when they were both losing themselves to each other, if it was the only time she actually lost control of herself.
"Aer?" he asked softly.
"Mhm?"
"Can you untie me? Unless you want me to be cut in half by these marvelous ropes you conjured up."
Aero peeked up and smiled at him, gave a quiet laugh and picked up her wand, flicking it and his arms fell above his head with a sigh from him.
"You're not tired yet, are you?" she asked.
Fred opened his eyes and stared at her, mouth parting silently.
"You mean...again?" he wondered.
"Yes." she said simply.
She sat up on her knees, in all her glory, and looked at him questioningly. Fred stared at her for a moment before his eyes fell on her form again and he felt his whole body flushing excitedly before he launched himself at her, Aero giving a squeak of surprise before she was under him now, and Fred parted her legs impatiently, a smile on his face and braced his hands on either side of her head.
"We're not nearly done." he stated before he pushed himself in and Aero arched off the bed, moaning.
Fred pulled almost all the way out before pushing quickly back in, as far as he could, and then out again. Aero was flushed beneath him, her eyes closed and back arched. He liked these times, when he was the controlling one, and he could finally see the power he had over her instead of the other way around...not that he complained then.
"Fred.." she moaned, biting her lip.
Fred quickly bent down, biting the same lip and pulling it into his mouth before soothingly running his tongue over it, and engaged her in a heated kiss as he slammed into her again. She met him thrust for thrust, both moaning into each other's mouths, gripping at each other helplessly.
Fred felt his spring tightening and quickened his pace to almost frantic. Aero, not being able to keep rythem, wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning loudly again. Her arms circled around his neck and her nails scraped along his back, drawing drops of blood, but Fred just groaned into her mouth in response.
"Shit! Aero!" he said, giving a cry, their eyes locking yet again as their mouths parted ways, and Aero reciprocated, crying out his own name and throwing her head back afterwards, arching against him.
Fred fell to the bed, Aero underneath him, and they waited a moment, her hands tangled in his hair, their hearts beating against their chests, so loud and fast they could feel the other's.
Aero untangled her legs from his waist and bent her knees on either side of him.
They shared a look and Aero gave a sound again as he twiched inside her with a wicked grin.
Something bright was in her face and she scruntched her nose in contempt. She lifted one eyelid up a bit and peeked out into the room which was clearly not hers. Something heavy was draped across her hip. She glared accussingly at the sun the shone threw the window.
She rolled slightly, looking behind her, so see Fred, bare of any the blankets she had used to cover herself. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, curling underneath her. Their feet were tangled together, his hair resembling what Tonks had explained to her was "sex hair".
His chest lifted evenly with his breath, his eyes flickering under his lids as he dreamed. His shoulders had broadened even more it seemed, thanks to Quidditch. His arms even more defined with some tan lines. Freckles dotted his skin, dusting his nose. He had the slightest impression of back-dimples.
Her stomach growled suddenly and she remembered. She bent over to her skirt pocket, which she had slipped out of before he came into the room, and retrieved her 'morning after' potion. She stuck her tongue out in distaste as the strong tasting liqued was swallowed. She put the bottle back and ran a hand through her tangled hair. She attempted to move but Fred's arm became vice like.
She narrowed her eyes at him but settled in with a huff and criss-crossed her legs as the sheet pooled around her waist now and she attempted to just sit there and diligently untangle her hair, strand by strand.
When it became apparrent he wasn't waking up anytime soon and her hair was a mess and she smelled of sweat and sex, she carefully lifted his arm, quickly replacing herself with a pillow, and grabbed a shirt from his trunk before padding into the bathroom.
Fred slowly opened his eyes, yawning. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked searching beside him. He could've sworn she had been there...but now there was just a pillow. A spark of panic jolted through him and he launched from the bed, hurriedly putting his clothes on, struggling with his pants as he hopped around. She had left, she had been there and then left. They had made progress! They were moving forward. She probably got nervous and left while he was sleeping this morning. He just had to find her and -
The bathroom door opened and some steam floated to the ceiling and he froze as Aero leaned against the doorframe, her ankles crossed casually as were her arms across her chest. She had one brow raised in amusement and a small smirk on her face as she watched him, wearing one of his button down blue shirts, clearly just coming from the shower.
Fred looked down and noticed how silly he looked, hopping around. He cleared his throat and finally pulled his pants on, blushing slightly.
" Good morning." he greeted gruffly.
" Indeed it is." she replied, simply watching him, enjoying his obvious discomfort.
When he didn't say anything for fear of saying something further embarrassing she spoke.
"Care to explain the reason behind my morning show?" she asked curiously.
"Uh, well, you see...you were there...and then you weren't...and I sort of...well..." he stumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with a tiny, bashful smile.
"Uh...huh. Well, " she said slowly, a smile tugging at her lips, "I'm not gone, I'm here, and your pants are on backwards."
Fred blanked and looked down ever-so-slowly at himself. Indeed, they were not on the way man intended them to be. Huh.
"It seems they are." he agreed thoughtfully, still examing himself.
Aero shook her head slightly in amusement, leaning it against the doorframe as she watched him right himself, mumbling something like 'how in Merlin's bullocks did I manage this...?'
