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And just a l'il warning:
Do you like spikes and nails?
How about a brand new tail?
If within these thoughts you don't agree
Then you might as well see...
The senselessness to copy this creative smoothie!
Eh.
~Fic Starts Here~
Around the same time Katie Bell got up, a certain Slytherin with a desperate need of orthodontia stood up at the Slytherin table.
"If you would follow me, I'll take you to the Slytherin dorms," Marcus Flint said, with some difficulty. Having a piece of corn stuck in one's teeth did that. Especially if the corn AND the teeth were of gigantic proportions. "This way then."
Kahalani just stood up and followed him noiselessly. Cadence, on the other hand, did the same to Khani.
She finally noticed him stalking her, halfway to the dormitory.
"What the hell?"
He just looked up, or rather down, at her with a look of pure innocence.
"Something troubles you mademoiselle?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," retorted Khani, "And I'm not quite sure I would rebuke the 'mademoiselle' part. Honesty, why the frilly heck are you stalking me?"
If possible, the look on Cadence's face got even more innocent. "Stalking, mademoiselle? Oh surely not. I just happen to be in the habit of walking very, very quietly."
"In pretty girls' shadows."
"That too."
"Oh! You! Are you trying to snare me in your little flirting web or something? Because this has distinct over-tones of something like 'Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly'. EEEK!" Squealed Khani. The last was because, unfortunately, their current staircase had an allergic reaction. And that sneeze of marble proportions was unfortunately leading them to...a platform of a most non-existent nature.
Yes, indeed. There was no platform. (ANL: There is no spoon...sorry. Go watch the Matrix after you read this).
"Oh my OLYMPIANS!" Screeched Khani. "What the bloody Elysian Fields are we going to DO????!"
Cadence just looked at her blankly. Olympians? Elysian Fields? Ooh. Greek Mythology. She was into Greek Mythology. Well, that was unexpected. "Um, might I suggest we just stay here and wait for it to change back?"
She turned to him. "Stay here with you, for an undetermined amount of time?" Oh Zeus, Hera, and most of all, Aphrodite. They would either kill each other, or they would end up snogging. Either way, their stay on the congested stairway would, no doubt, lead to a very inappropriate position.
"Unless, you want to make like Spiderman and shoot webs, swinging through the vast, cavernous, marble jungle of piggy-pimples."
She looked up at him, mouth open, eyes wide. "You know Spiderman?"
He snorted. "Of course I know Spiderman. Who doesn't know Spiderman? Even muggle word-processing programs recognize 'Spiderman' as a proper word."
She gaped at him again. "You know what a word-processor program is?"
He sighed. This might take some explaining. "Yes, mademoiselle, even though my mother happens to be a famous actress, I DID take Muggle Studies."
She still gaped at him. "Your mother's a famous actress?"
"OH BOTHERATION!" He fumed, and started going up the stairs, before he realized there wasn't anywhere to go.
"Yes, unfortunately, it is QUITE impossible to ascend into air. Because there is nothing there, but air. HEY! That rhymed!" Oh Athena. She was going stupid-giggly. She NEVER got stupid-giggly. That was Britney Spear's gig. Or her cousin's. She was sure it was the same person.
He turned around and walked over to her.
"You are QUITE annoying."
She smiled at him. "I know. As for you, I never knew Frenchmen were so finicky with their females. Oooh...alliteration. I should be writing poetry..."
He got even closer. In a dangerous, never-get-too-close-to-a-panther- or-else-he'll-bite-your-whatever-off sort of way.
"Most infuriatingly annoying."
She smirked. "And aren't you eating it up with a spoon. I'll bet it's the same spoon you're gonna use to cut my heart out."
"Oh you-you-you-un-mademoiselle!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that really the best you can come up with, Waltz? Ooops! I meant Cadence, I really did."
He was gritting his teeth in an even more emphasized I'm-gonna-bite- something-off-and-I'm-not-that-particular-to-what-I'm-gonna-bite way. "Shut. The. Bloody. HELL. Up."
"Oooh, he cussed. Well, pluck your chickens, because you could just knock me over with a feather right now-"
She was really shut up now. Cadence had finally pulled out his secret weapon.
Dear Cupid. He could kiss.
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She was, most definitely and positively knockable-with-a-feather right now.
Where the hell did this kiss (ANL: yay faith hill!) come from? He was all growly and mad-crazy-Frenchman-panther-dude, and then he was all like...damn.
Hot damn with a fresh order of what the hell on the side please.
Seriously. His lips were doing things lips shouldn't be doing. Namely, nibbling at her like she was a candy bar.
Minus, of course, the chocolate, caramel, and fluffy nougat.
Really, was all this nibbly action necessary?
What WAS she thinking? Of COURSE it was!
Even the tongue that was tracing delicate curves around her ear was necessary. The little, panty, hot breaths that were caressing her skin were necessary.
And the mouth on hers was VERY necessary.
And just her luck. The staircase managed to move right then.
Thank god Cadence had a little "Spidey Sense". He actually prevented her from going over the railing.
And that he didn't just let her fall was a wonder in and of itself.
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ANL: Thank you very much for reading! Please go review! And then you're free to watch the Matrix!
Do you like spikes and nails?
How about a brand new tail?
If within these thoughts you don't agree
Then you might as well see...
The senselessness to copy this creative smoothie!
Eh.
~Fic Starts Here~
Around the same time Katie Bell got up, a certain Slytherin with a desperate need of orthodontia stood up at the Slytherin table.
"If you would follow me, I'll take you to the Slytherin dorms," Marcus Flint said, with some difficulty. Having a piece of corn stuck in one's teeth did that. Especially if the corn AND the teeth were of gigantic proportions. "This way then."
Kahalani just stood up and followed him noiselessly. Cadence, on the other hand, did the same to Khani.
She finally noticed him stalking her, halfway to the dormitory.
"What the hell?"
He just looked up, or rather down, at her with a look of pure innocence.
"Something troubles you mademoiselle?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," retorted Khani, "And I'm not quite sure I would rebuke the 'mademoiselle' part. Honesty, why the frilly heck are you stalking me?"
If possible, the look on Cadence's face got even more innocent. "Stalking, mademoiselle? Oh surely not. I just happen to be in the habit of walking very, very quietly."
"In pretty girls' shadows."
"That too."
"Oh! You! Are you trying to snare me in your little flirting web or something? Because this has distinct over-tones of something like 'Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly'. EEEK!" Squealed Khani. The last was because, unfortunately, their current staircase had an allergic reaction. And that sneeze of marble proportions was unfortunately leading them to...a platform of a most non-existent nature.
Yes, indeed. There was no platform. (ANL: There is no spoon...sorry. Go watch the Matrix after you read this).
"Oh my OLYMPIANS!" Screeched Khani. "What the bloody Elysian Fields are we going to DO????!"
Cadence just looked at her blankly. Olympians? Elysian Fields? Ooh. Greek Mythology. She was into Greek Mythology. Well, that was unexpected. "Um, might I suggest we just stay here and wait for it to change back?"
She turned to him. "Stay here with you, for an undetermined amount of time?" Oh Zeus, Hera, and most of all, Aphrodite. They would either kill each other, or they would end up snogging. Either way, their stay on the congested stairway would, no doubt, lead to a very inappropriate position.
"Unless, you want to make like Spiderman and shoot webs, swinging through the vast, cavernous, marble jungle of piggy-pimples."
She looked up at him, mouth open, eyes wide. "You know Spiderman?"
He snorted. "Of course I know Spiderman. Who doesn't know Spiderman? Even muggle word-processing programs recognize 'Spiderman' as a proper word."
She gaped at him again. "You know what a word-processor program is?"
He sighed. This might take some explaining. "Yes, mademoiselle, even though my mother happens to be a famous actress, I DID take Muggle Studies."
She still gaped at him. "Your mother's a famous actress?"
"OH BOTHERATION!" He fumed, and started going up the stairs, before he realized there wasn't anywhere to go.
"Yes, unfortunately, it is QUITE impossible to ascend into air. Because there is nothing there, but air. HEY! That rhymed!" Oh Athena. She was going stupid-giggly. She NEVER got stupid-giggly. That was Britney Spear's gig. Or her cousin's. She was sure it was the same person.
He turned around and walked over to her.
"You are QUITE annoying."
She smiled at him. "I know. As for you, I never knew Frenchmen were so finicky with their females. Oooh...alliteration. I should be writing poetry..."
He got even closer. In a dangerous, never-get-too-close-to-a-panther- or-else-he'll-bite-your-whatever-off sort of way.
"Most infuriatingly annoying."
She smirked. "And aren't you eating it up with a spoon. I'll bet it's the same spoon you're gonna use to cut my heart out."
"Oh you-you-you-un-mademoiselle!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that really the best you can come up with, Waltz? Ooops! I meant Cadence, I really did."
He was gritting his teeth in an even more emphasized I'm-gonna-bite- something-off-and-I'm-not-that-particular-to-what-I'm-gonna-bite way. "Shut. The. Bloody. HELL. Up."
"Oooh, he cussed. Well, pluck your chickens, because you could just knock me over with a feather right now-"
She was really shut up now. Cadence had finally pulled out his secret weapon.
Dear Cupid. He could kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was, most definitely and positively knockable-with-a-feather right now.
Where the hell did this kiss (ANL: yay faith hill!) come from? He was all growly and mad-crazy-Frenchman-panther-dude, and then he was all like...damn.
Hot damn with a fresh order of what the hell on the side please.
Seriously. His lips were doing things lips shouldn't be doing. Namely, nibbling at her like she was a candy bar.
Minus, of course, the chocolate, caramel, and fluffy nougat.
Really, was all this nibbly action necessary?
What WAS she thinking? Of COURSE it was!
Even the tongue that was tracing delicate curves around her ear was necessary. The little, panty, hot breaths that were caressing her skin were necessary.
And the mouth on hers was VERY necessary.
And just her luck. The staircase managed to move right then.
Thank god Cadence had a little "Spidey Sense". He actually prevented her from going over the railing.
And that he didn't just let her fall was a wonder in and of itself.
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ANL: Thank you very much for reading! Please go review! And then you're free to watch the Matrix!