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Chapter 17: Slumber Party
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Hazel's POV:
Gil doesn't say anythin' else about it, he just sulks in the corner of the room. I dramatically roll my eyes before summonin' the tv remote inta my hand. I turn on the ol' picture box that's mounted onta my wall, usin' magic so it's broadcastin' the chaos that's happenin' downstairs. Students and fresh graduates alike are runnin' around like people with their heads cut off, lol, as the fuzz is tryin' ta drag everyone away inta a group time out or somethin'. FG's pissed as all Hell, I'm surprised she didn't bust the magic wand out ta poof the crowd inta her office. Though I suppose her office isn't big enough for that, is it? Maybe the courtyard then. "This better not reflect badly on us.", Uma sighs out while watchin' everythin' unfold. Oh fuck, well that's somethin' I probably should've thought of BEFORE I turned the dorm buildin' inta a WWE arena. Eh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Not that I particularly care ta much about what happens ta some former Isle randos. Harry's gan' however, them I care very much about. "Don't worry, if push comes ta shove, I'll protect ya.", I promise. Look at me, bein' all nice and shit. It's almost OOC of me, but really, how OOC can an OC get? A huff of disbelief sounds off from my left side. "Right, like we need yare protection Girly.", Harry brushes off in a way that tells me he finds the notion offensive. I quirk my brow at him. Since when does Mistah, I'd-Follow-My-Female-Captain-Ta-The-Ends-Of-The-Earth, think another female can't come ta their rescue?
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Harry's POV:
Don' get meh wron', glad tha lass stepped 'n when shite hit tha fan back there, but PROTECT US? We're not helpless wee bairns tha' need a sitter! "So ya'd rather let yare friends here get reamed by Curfew Lady & Co for somethin' that's outta yare control?", Hazel pointedly asks as she turns ta meh. 'er gaze is challengin', 'nd I definitely shouldn' be findin' it half as hot as I am at tha mo'. I step inta 'er space all tha same, seein' as I'm ne'er one ta back down 'n tha face o' a challenge. "Tha fight was 'tween an AK 'nd VK, so it'd be hypocritical for yare lot ta be pointin' fingers when they're half tha problem.", I snap. Lass' eyes look glassy 'nd blown out as she manages a crazed half smile at meh. She looks absolutely deranged, 'nd feck if tha' didn' make meh hard as nails. "They were 'fightin'', if ya can even call that pathetic show of hand slappin' a fight, over YA. A VK who's been on the future Queen's shit list up til recently. Chances areeeeee, the masses will take that info, and come ta the conclusion that ya're nothin' BUT trouble and this was all yare fault. Which by association, damns the rest of yare lil crew.", she says with an o'erdramatically sad sigh. Least I t'ink it's o'erdramatic, 'nd borderline insincere. Wonder if she's tryin' ta take a dig at meh, guilt meh inta relyin' 'n 'er. It'd be smart 'nd manipulative 'n 'er part, 'nd very VK o' 'er. Then tha' crazed look clears for a mo', just enough ta where some concern etches itself onta 'er pretty face without 'er permission.
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She actually cares 'bout me crew does she? A warm ticklin' feelin' worms its way inta me gut 'nd I hate it. God feckin' damn it! It's like this lil girl's life purpose is ta make meh go all soft. I feel somethin' inside meself crack 'nd splitter. Like a dam breakin', any semblance o' self control I thought I had gets tossed out tha window. Feck it. I smash me lips inta 'ers, tightly grippin' 'er upper arms with me hands as I do so. She lets out a delighted moan as she eagerly pushes inta meh. She nips me lower lip 'nd I groan, forgettin' immediately 'bout e'erythin' tha' isn' 'er. Hell, I e'en forgot Gil 'nd Uma were still 'n tha room, inches away from us. I shove tha lass onta 'er bed, only breakin' contact for a few seconds 'fore crawlin' 'n top o' 'er. Hands clasp 'round tha back o' me neck as she pulls meh 'n for 'nother bruisin' smourich. She's mewlin' 'nd squirmin' under meh as I place smouriches 'long 'er jaw 'nd neck. 'n meh lust filled haze I don' register me Captain loudly clearin' 'er throat 'n tha background. Hazel doesn' either, 'r she just doesn' care, same result regardless. I lightly bite down 'n 'er neck ta test tha waters, 'er back arches off tha bed as she loudly moans for meh ta bite 'er harder. I growl inta 'er neck, 'nd as I'm 'bout ta comply Uma shouts, "Harry Hook! I swear to the Gods if you don't wait until after we've left to fuck your girlfriend!". Tha' does it, she may as well've dumped a bucket o' ice water o'er me head. I abruptly sit up 'nd push meself off tha girly. She looks slightly disappointed, but quickly hides it well.
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Hazel's POV:
Uma is SUCH a cockblocker! :( Afta all the hard work I put in, I FINALLY got him ta crack. So what does lil miss tentacle lady do? Put a stop ta thin's! I swear if his protective walls go back up afta this, heads are gonna roll. I push myself up onta my elbows as the object of my affections levels a glare at his, our?, Captain. Her hands are on her hips as she glares right back at him. Ooooo feisty. "WAIT, Hazel's Harry's girlfriend?! That's awesome, congrats man! When did that happen?", Gil excitedly questions. I slap a hand over my mouth ta stop myself from gigglin', I don't think Hooky would appreciate that ta much right now. "She's not me girlfriend! Wha' is it with e'eryone 'nd always assumin' tha'?!", he whines out as he directs his attention tawards his fellow crewmate. Uma quirks her brow at him, her glare taperin' off inta amusement. She glances over at me, we share a look. Silently agreein' ta join forces ta poke fun at our boy. I slide off the bed and slink up ta the group. "Why, Hooky, should I be offended that ya're soooo determined ta keep our relationship a secret?", I purr out as I wrap myself around his midsection. His eyes just about pop out of his skull right before Gil puts tagether what I meant. "OOHHHH! You guys are secret boyfriend and girlfriend, gotcha!", he says with a triumphant smile. My 'secret boyfriend' frantically tries ta pry me off of him ta no avail. "She's NOT, me feckin' girlfriend!", he huffs out like a pouty child who doesn't wanna admit he's wron'.
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"Riiiiiiight.", his buddy agrees with a conspiratorial wink. Harry drags a hand over his face in frustration. Oh this is just ta much fun lol. "I'm dead serious, Gil. I'm not datin' Hazel.", he grits out. Honestly though, what's even the point of denyin' it at this point? Us datin' is inevitable, insert Thanos snap meme here, why he INSISTS on bein' so stubborn is beyond me. The ball's in his court afta all, I'm sure he'd still feel like it's his choice if he gave in now. "Oh don't listen to him. You know how shy and sensitive Harry gets when it comes to dating.", Uma brushes off. I choke down my snickers as much as I can, but my ENTIRE body still vibrates up against the man of the hour. Gil nods in understandin', still not gettin' the joke. Bless his pure innocent soul. Hooky lets out a strangled noise from the back of his throat. I finally decide ta take pity on the poor lad before someone gets thrown through a wall. "We're just takin' the piss outta ya Puddin', calm down.", I reveal as I nuzzle inta him. He stiffens and goes ta push me away again, I let him this time. He narrows his eyes at me, but thankfully before he has the chance ta complain, an alarm blares from my tv's speakers. "Well that's not good.", I comment as we all figure out the source of the commotion. Up on the screen is FG & Crew, stompin' alon' the halls, headin' straight for my dorm room. Which means someone either blabbed about me refereein' the brawl, or about me teleportin' a few VKs away from the scene of the crime.
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Harry's POV:
Crap! Crap crap crap crap CRAP! We're so screwed, we're sooo fecked! "Alright, who the FUCK snitched down there?", Hazel grips. I whirl 'round 'n 'er. "Does it feckin' matter? If tha feds storm 'n here 'nd find us we're done.", I exasperatedly point out. Uma gets right 'n lookin' 'round tha room for some sort o' solution ta our problem. Gil 'n tha other hand, is tryin' ta worm his way under tha lass' bed frame. As if tha' wasn' tha most obvious hidin' place 'n tha room. I rush o'er 'nd drag him outta there, haulin' 'im ta his feet. " 're ya out o' yare mind, coral for brains?! Under tha bed's tha first place they always look!", I frantically explain. Our Captain comes o'er ta pull us apart. "Calm down, the both of you! If we wanna get out of this, we can't lose our heads.", she commands as Hazel's rummagin' through 'er closet for somethin'. 'less she's got some helpful magical bobble 'r cloaks o' invisibility hidden back there she'd better buck up, get o'er here, 'nd get with tha program. "So what do we do?", Gil asks while tryin' ta mask tha sheer amount o' panic 'n his voice. "Aha! I KNEW it was in this closet!", we hear tha bonnie lass chirp from said closet. We all exchange apprehensive glances 'fore movin' closer. "Care to share with the class what in Hades you're talking about, and quickly?", Uma prompts. Girly pops out from tha wardrobe doors with a manic grin. She snaps 'er fingers; tha door ta 'er dorm locks, tha box shuts off, 'nd tha lights 're cut.
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Gil lets out 'n unmanly yelp 'fore I get tha chance ta shut 'im up. Is he tryin' ta get us caught?! Hazel whips out tha flashlight app 'n 'er phone. "Alright kiddies, we've got about thirty seconds before the narcs are kickin' my door in. So the time for questions is over, follow me.", she says with more seriousness than I thought she was capable o' possessin'. E'eryone else seems ta be t'inkin' tha same thin', cause we all cram inta tha closet without a word exchanged. She motions for us ta shut tha foldin' doors 'hind us, we rush ta do so. Clothes 'nd shoes 're all pushed ta either side o' this cubby, only tha center 'mains bare. She shines 'er light tawards tha floor, 'nd tha's when we notice it. A small square door 'n tha wall tha' can' be more than two feet tall 'nd wide. THIS is wha's gonna save our skins? We're doomed. There's a poundin' 'n tha door outside. E'eryone's shootin' each other panicked looks o' dread. Tha lass seems unfazed, as per usual. She pulls out a red key from somewhere, tha handle part's a heart shaped button. I don' t'ink I've e'er been more confused 'n me entire existence. Wha' tha e'er lovin' feck is she doin'? I soon get tha answer ta me unspoken question as she drops ta 'er knees, 'nd like it's a pavlovian response, me knob's standin' ta attention at tha sight. Hopefully n' one else'll notice, I'll ne'er hear tha end o' it otherwise. It's not tha time 'r place ta be hopin' for a blowie. Well, place aye, but time not so much.
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Hazel's POV:
It takes everythin' I've got ta ignore Hooky's RAGIN' boner and focus on the task at hand, gettin' us the fuck outta here. It's a good thin' I have a spare portal lyin' around, Narnia x Coraline style, it'll be harder ta track us this way. Teleportin' around is wayyyy more traceable ta EVEN an average level magic user. I unlock the lil door, then poof my phone away so the gan' can see the glowy expandin' tunnel in all it's glory. I made a few tweaks ta the OG design of course. Copy and pastin' thin's is sooo not my style. The tunnel's in my color palette now: reds, purples, blues, and greens. Afta everyone's done gaspin' in surprise, I get down on all fours and start crawlin' through. Harry drops ta the ground like a sack of potatoes in his haste ta be the one who's directly behind me. I arch my back and wiggle my ass at him in response. "Feckin' Hell.", he mutters as he struggles ta remember why we're creepin' through a magical tunnel in the first place. Lol. "If we get caught because you were too busy staring at your girlfriend's ass...", Uma leaves her threat open ended from her spot at the veryyyy back of the conga line. Bet she let Gil go in front of her ta prevent accidently leavin' him behind, or ta ensure he wouldn't respond if any of the guards started playin' Marco Polo. Speakin' of, I hear my front door get kicked in, just as I predicted it would earlier. I pick up the pace as I use magic ta move my stuff back ta it's rightful place, alon' with concealin' the portal door. My key worms its way out of my fist ta lock the door behind us, as a precaution of course.
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"Wha'-", my Puddin' starts ta question before we all shush him. Yes, even Grape Boy gets in on it, he certainly loves ta join in on thin's. We reach the end of the tunnel as the key floats back over ta unlock this side. I yank the key from it's hole before pushin' the door open and shufflin' out. I stand up and take in the sight of my room, MAN has it been a while. Everythin' about this place feels different. It LOOKS the same of course. Same stone walls and floors. Same cream colored everythin'. Same four poster wooden bed, dresser, desk, and wardrobe. I'm the one who's changed I guess. It's like lookin' at a polaroid photo, fills ya with nothin' but nostalgia. "Um, lass?", Harry pipes up from his spot near tha smol door. I whip 'round 'nd survey 'im with a smile. "Aye?", I encourage. He furrows his brow at meh, 'nd it takes meh a mo' ta realize why. I blush awkwardly before turnin' back around. "Sorry, it tends ta slip through whenever I'm back home.", I apologize. He slides up behind me ta rest his chin on the top of my head. His hands softly caress my sides as I lean inta him. "Well tha' answers tha question o' where we 're.", he chuckles. I nod against him. "Don' kno' why, but I ne'er put tagther tha' bein' from DunBroch would mean ya'd have an accent. Thought ya were pullin' me leg 'nd havin' a go at meh by DOIN' an accent at first.", he comments. Oh goody, we're talkin' about this. "I'm always doin' an accent.", I retort before I can think better of openin' that particular can of worms.
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Harry's POV:
Uma comes inta me field o' view. 'er interest is piqued, tha' look 'n 'er face says it all. I let me hands drop as I step back. Couldn' tell ya if I did so out o' lingerin' embarrassment from earlier, 'r tha fear o' 'nother girlfriend remark gettin' slung 'round. It's bad enough these two conned Gil inta believin' tha' load o' bull. I don' need 'em drivin' tha' idea home for anyone else, includin' meself. Speakin' o' tha' blether, looks like he's made 'imself right at home by sprawlin' out 'n tha lass' bedspread. Tha urge ta flin' 'im off me girl's- THA girl's furniture is unsettlin'. "You mean to tell me, you've been putting on a fake Auradonian accent this entire time?", me Captain scoffs incredulously. Me eyebrows raise up as I realize tha impressive implications o' tha'. I've tried ta do one o' those posh accents 'n tha past 'round tha crew for shites 'nd giggles. Could ne'er get past a few sentences without soundin' like an odd mix o' Southern 'nd Scot. "Makes sense.", me mate chimes 'n from his position 'n Hazel's bed. This garners tha attention o' e'eryone 'n tha room. "How's tha' exactly?", I indulge 'im. N' doubt he's 'bout ta spout off some nonsensical bit o' gibberish tha' only makes sense ta 'imself. I love tha bawbag, don' get meh wron', but tha lad's a few fishes short o' a barrel. "Well she says some words the same way you do.", he points out with a shrug 'fore goin' back ta starin' at tha ceilin'. Wha's he e'en 'n 'bout? We just co'ered how she's been doin' an accent, a different one from me own.
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So how could she possibly- hold 'n... Gods, I could slap meself upside tha head for not seein' it sooner! Ya, yare, ta, afta, somethin', etc. Lil words she ne'er bothered correctin', subtle 'nd not so subtle pronunciations none o' us e'er picked up 'n. N' one 'sides Gil 'parently. Since when does HE pay tha' much attention ta anythin' other than food? "I can't believe you picked up on something like that Gil, good work.", Uma praises. He gets PRAISED for tha'?! He made an observation is all, not like he cured world hunger 'r anythin'. I frown, which is quite tha contrast from tha beamin' grin tha stoater's shootin' 'n HIS direction. Me mood sours e'en more so. She shouldn' be lookin' at 'im like tha', with a smile so warm 'nd genuine. A different kin' o' heat pools 'n me belly as I stomp o'er ta tha' rocket. He startles as I pull 'im off tha bed 'nd onta tha floor, 'fore scuttlin' ta a nearby chair at tha sight o' me glare. I claim his former spot as me own with a smug smirk. Tha ladies aren' so amused. They let it slide for now, but I'm sure I'll be gettin' an earful later. "Getting back to the topic at hand here, why're you faking an accent?", his Captain circles back 'round 'n tha lassy. She doesn' look ta pleased ta be tha center o' attention 'gain. She shifts uncomfortably, I fly off me arse ta stand 'side 'er. Hopin' ta be 'n tha receivin' end o' one o' 'er special smiles. Gods, I really have gone soft haven' I? Least it's only with 'er 'nd me mates. Could be worse afta all, could be like Ben 'nd his sort. Meek people pleasers whose goal 'n life's ta ruffle tha least 'mount o' feathers as possible.
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Hazel's POV:
"They used ta make fun of me for it, when I first transferred.", I admit when it looks like Uma's not gonna back down from this. Gods, can't a girl keep a few secrets around here? I didn't realize bein' a part of a crew meant weekly sharin' circles. Or is it daily at this point? She immediately softens, like someone's taken the wind outta her sails. Pftt, pirate pun. Actually, didn't she used ta get picked on for her height or somethin'? I'm prettyyyy sure that was even her villain, usin' that term loosely, origin story. "Ya mean those Boradon squares had tha gall ta-", Harry starts gettin' miffed on my behalf. Which is a really nice change of pace. Looks like we, in fact, made a breakthrough afta all. "Be opposed ta someone who's soooo different from their own cookie cutter selves? I think maybe ya should ask the core four about their initial experiences as new students next time ya bump inta them.", I finish for him. Can this dumb conversation be over and DONE with already? I move away from the duo, goin' ta the door ta ensure it's locked. Wouldn't do ta have someone come bargin' in and catch us squattin' here for the night. That, and I needed ta give myself somethin' ta do other than standin' there absorbin' everyone's pity. Which, now that the door is in fact locked, what the fuck am I supposed ta do ta distract the trio? Pull out some sleepin' bags and get this slumber party under way? Poof up beds and let the pillow fightin' commence?
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I've never had people over for the night before, or any time of day really. Sad, I know, but what can ya do? I turn around and come face ta face, well face ta chest actually, with Harry. He's been really up in my personal space hasn't he? Not that I'M complainin' in any way, shape, or form. It's just crazyyyy ta see him go from 0 ta 100 cause he can't keep his jealousy, or his huge boner, in his pants anymore. "But those snooty royals 'cepted Mal's lil gan', so why wouldn' they-", he carries on. I'm just ITCHIN' ta breeze past him, ta get away from his pryin' and proddin'. If it was just us in here that'd be a bit different, but with his- our? friends present I just feel weak and exposed. Which is a rare thin' for me. Is this how everyone else feels whenever they're openin' up about touchy shit? Anyhow, if I dodge his attempts ta- whatever he's doin', he'll likely get pissy and take it as my dismissal of him. Last thin' I need is him gettin' petty and givin' me the cold shoulder. Not when we're so close ta bein' somethin', not when Audrey and Ginny are clearly MORE than interested. "I showed up ta that uppity boardin' school YEARS before Sugar Plum and her posse started breakin' down everyone's preconceived notions. Though I'm pretty sure even if I HAD shown up afta they did, my 'peers' still wouldn't have been any closer ta understandin' me than they are now. They still would've tried ta pick me apart and put me back tagether again in a way they found more, agreeable.", I huff.
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Harry's POV:
Yeesh, if tha lass was Boradon's first taste o' somethin' different, n' wonder they were so hard 'n 'er. I can' e'en 'gin ta voice how glad I am they didn' turn 'er inta one o' their own. I'm sure I still would've foun' 'er hot as Hell, but personality wise, she'd be gone wouldn' she? Tha''s wha' I'd miss most isn' it? 'er lil quirks 'nd bits tha' make 'er who she is... Feck! I suck 'n a sharp breath but otherwise try desperately ta give nothin' else 'way. I feel like I've been bowled o'er by a crocodile. I care 'bout 'er. As a person, 'nd not just a hot, feckable, body. I have actual, real, f-feelin's, for 'ER. I throw me back up 'gainst 'er locked door 'nd sink ta tha floor with a loud groan. Me head's 'n me hands, but I don' have ta be lookin' up ta kno' tha lass has dropped ta 'er knees ta check 'n meh. "Hooky?", she quietly utters. I let me hands drop as me head ban's 'gainst tha wood 'hind meh. 'nother groan leaves me lips, she's sittin' right next ta meh 'n a similar position ta me own. Bet she's waitin' for meh ta explain meself. I don' risk a glance at me Captain, Hades kno's wha' she's t'inkin' o' me strange behavior. Gil's probably ta off 'n his own world ta notice, 'r maybe not. Seein' as he's apparently tha shinin' example o' observant now. Me head lolls ta tha side so I can face tha cause o' all me inner turmoil, 'er movements mirror mine. "Ya're me feckin' girlfriend, 'nd I feckin' like ya. Wouldn' wan' ya any other way, feckin' nutty personality 'nd all. Don' like tha thought o' someone comin' 'n 'nd takin' 'way e'erythin' tha' makes ya ya.", I admit 'n a very pained tone o' voice.
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Tha way 'er face 'mediately lights up makes tha situation slightly less horrible. She's elated, gleeful, beamin', 'nd wha'e'er other words mean she's o'er tha feckin' moon 'bout this. Tha one thin' she didn' look was surprised. "But ya 'ready kne' tha' didn' ya?", I add 'n. 'er smile only got wider. Well tha' answers tha' then. Somethin' hard collides inta meh 'nd I'm 'n tha ground 'fore I can e'en register wha's happenin'. "Took ya lon' enough ya braw eejit.", Hazel mutters inta me chest. Wow, 'nd I thought I was Scottish. I sound Auradonian compared ta 'er when 'er real accent peaks through. Makes sense o' course. Out o' tha two o' us, she was tha one raised 'n Scotland 'rrounded by Scots. It's by sheer luck tha' I e'en retained any hint o' me own sexy, panty droppin', killer accent while runnin' 'round tha Isle. "Only ya'd find a way ta mix a compliment with an insult 'n a way tha's endearin'.", I chuckle while strokin' 'er hair. Gods, I'm so fecked. "Think I'm endearin' do ya?", she purrs out. I'm instantly hard as nails 'gain, rarin' 'nd ready ta go. Maybe bein' fecked, 'n tha non traditional sense o' tha word, is not such a bad thin'. Course bein' fecked 'n tha traditional sense would be so much better, but there's n' reason why I can' have both. She wantonly rubs 'erself all o'er meh 'nd I 'mediately nod me head 'n agreement. If she keeps tha' up, I'll be creamin' me pants like a inexperienced virgin. I shi'er at tha thought. How embarrassin' would tha' be?
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Hazel's POV:
I. CAN'T. BELIEVE. IT. HARRY, MISTAH I'LL-DENY-MY-FEELIN'S-TILL-I'M-BLUE-IN-THE-FACE-AND-BALLS, HOOK CALLED ME HIS GIRLFRIEND! I never thought this day would come! Wellll, I never thought this day would come SO soon! One could say this feels like anythin' BUT 'soon', but in the grand scheme of thin's, we're leaps and bounds from where we were this mornin'. Hades, it's been an ENTIRE mood shift from just a few minutes ago. When he was ready ta put Gil through a wall for insinuatin' that we've been tagether on the DL for whoever knows how lon'. My, newly instated boyfriend's, very male bodily reaction ta me is just the icin' on top. "We're still here you know.", Uma dryly pipes up from where she's still standin'. I pick my head up ta make eye contact with her. "And?", I challenge. This earns me a snort of amusement from her. Hooky urges me ta sit up, unfortunately, but fortunately it wasn't out of shame or fear of someone else's reaction. Just plain ol' respect for his Captain and followin' orders. With a loud put on sigh I slither off him. We rise ta face the firin' squad. "Does this mean Harry's not secretly dating Hazel anymore?", Gil wonders from his designated chair. Which is probably MUCH easier for my Puddin' ta hear in comparison ta whatever Uma's gonna say. "Yep, just regular out in the open datin' for us.", I giggle. I look over ta make sure that IS indeed what's happenin' in the studio taday.
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Which, in hindsight, is PROBABLY what I should've done first before announcin' it. Ah well, it worked out anyway. Once I get the nod of confirmation I need, I thread an arm around my man's waist ta emphasize my point. He drapes his correspondin' arm over my shoulders with only a slight sigh. My chest glows so brightly we all have ta shield our eyes. It dims afta a moment, but now there's a soft red glow coatin' my entire bein'. Oh, and my hair's floatin' as if I'm underwater. "Well this is new.", I remark as I'm starin' at my free hand. Does this happen ta EVERY magical bein' who's happy and in love? I immediately think of Mal and have ta dismiss that idea. Our friends respectively get up and scoot in closer ta check out whatever the fuck's goin' on with me. "You're like a night light.", Gil giggles out as he stares at me with a child like wonder. I start cacklin', cause that's funny as Hell. It'd be insultin' if it came from nearly anyone else, but this boy couldn't read someone even if his LIFE depended on it. "And you've never done this before?", the other lady in the room prods. I quirk my brow at her. "That's what I JUST said.", I point out. I guess SOMEONE wasn't payin' attention. She rolls her eyes in exasperation. I snicker while Harry squeezes my shoulder as a warnin'. What, it's not my fault she was statin' the obvious. "Okay then, do you have any idea what's causing this?", she fixes her initial inquiry. Okay, now see THAT'S better. Why she even cares in the first place is beyond me. As for entertainin' the question itself, I actually DO know the answer ta that one ta.
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Harry's POV:
I keep me gob shut for a bit, gives meh time ta process thin's. Like meh havin' a girlfriend now. I'm surprised Uma didn' get 'n me face tha secon' I announced it ta say I told ya so. Tha lass kinda did, 'n 'er own way. At this point I should just stop arguin' with 'er 'n thin's, save meself a lot o' time 'nd hassle. 'er hand drops from me waist as she puts some distance 'tween us. Tha glow fades 'nd 'er hair drops. "Prettyyyyy sure it's emotion based.", she explains afta a mo' o' silence. I was makin' 'er do tha'? I can' really say tha's much o' a shocker. 'ready kne' she was crazy 'bout meh, 'nd who could blame 'er? I slide up ta 'er 'nd whip me hook out. Wavin' it 'n front o' 'er face 'fore usin' it ta push a chunk o' 'er hair 'hind 'er shoulders. She whimpers so softly I'm positive I'm tha only one who heard it. 'er eyes ne'er leave me hook. Tha sharp object gets 'er hot 'nd bothered, I'll be keepin' tha' 'n mind. "I make ya glow do I?", I parrot back somethin' similar ta wha' she said earlier. 'er eyes light up, she nods vigorously. She's clearly 'n 'n tha joke, 'r she's way ta eager ta please meh. I'm fine with either option. I smirk 'fore skimmin' tha weapon 'cross 'er collarbones. She shi'ers as 'er knees knock tagether. Well LOOK at this, ne'er seen 'er lose 'er composure this much 'fore. I'd like ta see Jay 'r Carlos reduce 'er ta a shakin' puddle o' wan' so quickly. "Don't get cocky.", she playfully huffs. 'er eyes 're alight with mirth, like she wan's meh ta challenge 'er.
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I step 'round 'er. Graspin' 'er shoulders ta pull 'er backside flush 'gainst me chest. She sharply inhales, me smirk turns inta a full 'n shite eatin' grin. I let me han's run down 'er arms. Tha hook knicks tha small piece o' skin tha's showin', a slow trickle o' blood flows from 'er left arm ta tha tip o' 'er middle finger. It starts ta drip onta tha stone floorin'. She leans inta meh 'nd tilts 'er head up. "I t'ink ya can 'gree, tha' I've got PLENTY ta be cocky 'bout.", I boast as me han's harshly clamp down 'round 'er hips. "I'd once again like to remind you both that Gil and I are still here. So if you could kindly KNOCK IT OFF BEFORE I FORCEFULLY MAKE YOU, that'd be great.", Uma warns. O' feckin' Hell! I did it 'gain didn' I? I got so caught up 'n feckin' with tha lass tha' I forgot me mates 're just feet 'way from us. I stiffen as I pull 'way, tryin' me damnedest not ta look as abashed as I feel. Hazel o' course doesn' seem ta have tha same problem. She's gigglin' 'bout tha whole thin' as per usual. As unapologetic 'bout gettin' touchy feely with someone as e'er. Not tha' I can be classified as JUST someone, I'm much more than tha' now 'ren't I? Course I always have been, ta 'er. Always been someone SPECIAL, someone worth pinin' o'er, worth fightin' for. Now tha' I t'ink 'bout it, she really has been tha one out o' tha two o' us ta put tha most effort inta our relationship. Ta be fair though, I've been tryin' my damnedest ta do e'erythin' BUT date 'er. Which kinda makes meh sound like a real arse doesn' it?
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Hazel's POV:
Harry reallyyyy needs ta learn how ta play off the whole PDA thin' a LOT more gracefully. I mean, the man's actin' like his uncle walked in and caught us fuckin' or somethin'. Hades, could ya imagine THAT scenario? He'd surely pass away on the spot lol, we'd have ta whip out the smellin' salts. I'll have ta desensitize him ta other people's reactions of us. Cause he's lookin' HELLA tense right now. I hold my hands up in a show of surrender before flouncin' over ta my bed. I take a seat on the edge, and it looks like Mistah Pirate over there is forcin' himself NOT ta follow me. Interestin'. "Okay okay, calm down Calamari. I'll wait till ya kids are asleep BEFORE I fuck Hooky, if that'll make ya feel better. Now that THAT'S outta the way, let's get this slumber party started! What's first on the agenda; paintin' each other's nails, havin' a pillow fight, or talkin' about boys?", I breeze right on through everythin'. Guyliner makes a plethora of different noises throughout it, rangin' from shock ta amusement. Uma gives me a hard look, probably due ta the nickname, but hey at least I didn't call her Shrimpy. Out loud ta her face that is. Gil practically flies over in his haste ta get ta me. He's all beamin' smiles and excitement, it's adorable. "OOOOOO, A SLUMBER PARTY! I've never been to one of those before! This is gonna be soooo cool! Can we talk about boys and paint each other's nails at the same time?", he rambles out as he scrambles onta the bed.
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I catch my boyfriend, I'm NEVER gonna get tired of callin' him that, clenchin' his fists outta the corner of my eye. Seriously, he's STILL jealous? I mean I guess that doesn't go away at the drop of a hat, and guys DO tend ta get pretty friendly with me. I stretch my arms out ta him and form grabby hands. Which is ALL the invitation he needs before he's across the room and in my arms. He gives me a swift hug, wayyyy ta swift in my opinion, then he's settlin' in behind me. He's quick ta place his chin on the top of my head as his limbs cage me in. The action ends up settin' off my new power up. Harry ignores it, though I can practically FEEL his smugness comin' off him in waves. We'll see who's so smug later on when he's a groanin', sweatin', mess of a person. "Of COURSE we can, Grape Boy, but first thin's first. We must determine the nail paintin' order. Who shall paint who's nails and what color does everyone want?", I answer Gil's earlier question. Uma's, reluctantly, given in at this point and is sittin' next ta her crewmate. She doesn't say anythin' about her first mate and I cuddlin', so I guess that kind of PDA is okay in her books. Unless she's accepted the fact that we're gonna be all over each no matter what she says. I feel like she'd look MUCH more worn down if that were the case though. "Can I paint your nails Hazel? And I want a really really really cool color on mine!", Gil pleads. I don't even have ta LOOK up ta know that my Pumpkin isn't really ta keen on that idea.
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Harry's POV:
Me mate's ta attached ta me girl for his own good. "Ya're paintin' Uma's.", I snap 'fore I can t'ink better o' it. He flinches, tha happy expression tha' was once 'n his face vanishes, I feel like a lavvy heid. Tha urge ta apologize is stron', but I don' kno' how ta go 'bout it. "Just tell him ya're sorry and ya didn't mean it.", a voice 'n me head advises. A voice tha' soun's an awful lot like tha lass'. I don' e'en wanna kno' how she kne' wha' I was t'inkin'. "I'm, sorry, Gil. Didn' mean ta snap at ya mate.", I choke out. She's been right so far, hope she's right 'bout this. We don' do apologies 'n tha Isle, don' do forgiveness either, so there's n' tellin' how he's gonna take this. He surprises meh by easily smilin' like nothin' e'er happened. "It's okay Harry, I know how important your special friends are to you.", he brushes off. Crap, 'pparently when one problem's solved, 'nother one takes it's place. Girly's probably cursin' meh out 'nd callin' meh a tool 'r somethin' 'n 'er head now. Here I am makin' a big stink 'bout Gil, when he's makin' it sound like I have a different quinie for e'ery day o' tha week. Which I DON' by tha way. Can' 'member tha last time I touched- fecked with anyone else. "I don' have any other special friends, 'member? Ya haven' seen meh with anyone else lately have ya? In THA' way I mean.", I triple clarify seein' as it's GIL o' all people. If I didn' he'd surely miss tha point 'nd come back with somethin' stupid 'nd probably e'en more damnin'.
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He scrunches his face as he struggles ta recall. Is he tryin' ta kill meh? If tha lad had more than half a brain cell at any given time I'd almost t'ink this was payback for me bein' a dick ta 'im. Come 'n mate, I'm sweatin' bullets o'er here! "I don't, think so?", he finally says. Did he have ta soun' so feckin' unsure 'bout it?! "Since when do you care if your little girlfriend thinks you're cheating on her or not?", Uma tactlessly throws out there. 'n tha' mo' I'm pretty sure me soul left me body as me life flashed 'fore me eyes. Tha lass' been silent 'nd unreactive so far, but I doubt tha''ll last lon' if these two keep this up. Is it screw with Harry day taday 'nd I just didn' get tha feckin' memo? I mean, Uma's been 'n me arse 'bout datin' Hazel this entire time. Now tha' I am it's like she's tryin' ta break us up. "Since, startin' a few minutes ago, she became me ACTUAL girlfriend, 'nd I'm not a cheater thank ya very much. Don' fancy brassin' 'er off due ta a misunderstan'in' either.", I huff out. 'n cue I feel a pair o' han's thread through tha hair 'n tha back o' me head. I melt inta 'er touch. Me Captain shoots us a calculatin' look, it's a bit unsettlin'. There's n' tellin' wha' kinds o' thoughts 're runnin' through 'er brain right now. "Never said you were a cheater, but you ARE being overly paranoid and trying way to hard to cover all your bases. For someone who was so adamant about not caring about this chick, you're awfully scared of losing her.", she comments.
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Hazel's POV:
I don't think I like where this is goin', and I DEFINITELY don't think I'm gonna like the accusations that're about ta be hurled my way. Let's NOT do that. Harry's irrational behavior has NOTHIN' ta do with me or my new power up, that I know of. No one'll believe ME at the end of the day though, they never do. "Alright, ENOUGH with the banter. This is a slumber party, and by law, slumber parties HAVE ta be lighthearted and fun. So, we've decided that Captain My Captain and Smiley are paired up. Which means Mistah Hooked On A Feelin' and I're paintin' each other's.", I interrupt the back and forth that's steadily growin' more and more hostile. If these two end up dukin' it out I'll be accused of spellin' Harry or somethin' for SURE. In what UNIVERSE would Hooky talk back ta his, beloved, Captain? A universe in which he's been spelled, that's what. I reallyyyy don't want this ta come down ta a, 'it's her or me', type situation. Before taday I wouldn't HESITATE ta put my money on Uma, but now? It's kinda a toss up. That doesn't mean I'm gonna risk of course, I'm not THAT insane. I just have ta keep everyone nice and calm, for now. "I'm still gonna get a really really really cool color right?", Gil pipes up. Oh thank Hades this boy is a part of the team. I try not ta look as relieved as I feel when I beam at him. "Of course! How about this one?", I cheerily agree as I poof up a metallic copper polish inta his hands.
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He turns the bottle over and stares at it like he's never seen- okay never mind. "It's so shiny.", he says dreamily. I giggle at his reaction. Okie dokie, I'll take that as a, 'why yes Hazel this shade and finish is perfect for me'. "Uma, what'll it be?", I continue on down along the line. Maybe if I use her name she'll be less likely ta get pissy with me? Though I'm not sure how much luck I'll have with that, the look on her face just SCREAMS, 'I'm more than a lil suspicious of ya'. We make eye contact. Her face smooths out, and I silently vow ta start usin' her name more often. Well, more like on the rare occasion when I don't wanna get on her bad side. Like right now. "Oh what the Hell, gimme something teal or aqua.", she gives in. Would it have killed her ta pick one or the other, instead of havin' me make an educated guess? I take in her outfit and notice it's more on the aqua side than teal at the moment. Aqua it is then, a shimmery aqua ta be specific. I magic the small glass bottle inta her awaitin' hand, she looks pleased and gives me a small nod of approval. "Oo Oo Oo! Me first me first!", Gil squeals as he thrusts his polish at her. She gives him an indulgent smile that's borderline sincere before settin' her own bottle aside. While they're startin' on that I turn ta my boyfriend, and yep, STILL not tired of the term. He drops his arms and legs so I'm not so restricted. "What'll it be, Daddy?", I ask with a teasin' smirk. A smirk he, doesn't hesitate ta return, might I add.
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Harry's POV:
Since when did tha lass become tha peace maker o' tha group? Not tha' I'm complainin', saved meh from gettin' chewed out from tha boss she did. It's like lookin' out for meh's a new hobby o' hers, 'r maybe tha's wha' all good girlfriends do. Though she was doin' tha' e'er since we met. Guess it exten's ta good friends as well. 'less it's just 'nother thin' tha's special ta 'er. Uma 'nd Gil have looked out for meh 'n wha' ways they could o' course, o'er tha years. It's, ne'er felt like this. Maybe me feelin's for 'er is tha only difference, only explainable difference I can t'ink o'. "Don't make me get the hose.", me female best friend chides without lookin' up from nail paintin'. Tha lass giggles, 'nd I find tha' I've come ta love tha soun'. I smile at 'er without e'en realizin' I'm doin' it. "Jokes on ya, I don't keep spare hoses in my room. Ya're more than welcome ta the chains, and other VARIOUS bondage gear, I've got stowed away in the wardrobe though.", Hazel teases. Uma gets a kick outta tha', but tries not ta let it show. Instead choosin' ta remain silent. If I didn' kno' 'er so well I wouldn' have caught tha slight tick 'n 'er facial expression. "So, Daddy?", tha girly leans inta me personal space ta whisper 'fore retreatin' ta a distance our Captain would deem more 'ppropriate. An all ta familiar sensation pools 'n me gut. If she doesn' stop with tha' feckin' daddy thin' I'm gonna end up draggin' 'er off inta tha' magic tunnel ta rail 'er right then 'nd there.
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"I believe a nice blood red would suit meh, don' ya t'ink?", I suggest as I nick tha top o' 'er thigh with me hook. A red line forms 'cross 'er pale skin. Tha blood wells up, but tha cut isn' deep enough for it ta run down 'er leg. She bites down 'n 'er own lip. I ne'er thought I'd be jealous o' someone's teeth yet here we 're. She glances o'er at tha duo next ta us, they're ta absorbed 'n wha' they're doin' ta notice a stray touch here 'n there. She swipes a fingertip through tha woun', coatin' it 'n wha' lil blood was available. She shoves tha appendage inta me mouth, 'nd I lick tha digit clean 'fore we've tha chance ta get caught. She retracts it then magics up a dark red paint tha' matches tha dryin' liquid 'n 'er leg. This one doesn' have any glittery thin's, unlike Uma 'nd Gil's. "How's this?", she breathes out. I can do nothin' but nod. I've tasted blood 'fore, mainly me own from tha fair share o' fights I've gotten inta. It was salty, metallic like copper 'r iron, 'nd not tha most pleasant o' thin's. 'ers I didn' mind though, it was sweet 'nd less metallic 'n comparison. She whips out several colors for 'er own nails, red, purple, blue, 'nd green. "Ya can' expect meh ta apply all those 'n ya.", I dismiss. She shrugs 'er shoulders like she couldn' care less either way. I 'ready kno' if it was tha other way 'round she'd paint e'ery nail o' mine a new color without complaint. Am I a bad boyfriend? I'm definitely not a bad friend. If Uma asked for four colors I'd give 'er lip 'bout it as I was uncappin' e'ery single shade she wan'ed. Not tha' I would've done tha' for tha lass if she was just a friend. Maybe I'm just an arse 'n general.
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Hazel's POV:
I'm fully prepared ta poof away three out of the four nail lacquers, but Hooky snatches them from my grip before I get the chance. "I was just messin' with ya Girly, I'll do yare colors.", he says as he looks around for a level surface ta place the bottles. Huh, I wonder what made him change his mind. I snap one of those small foldin' tables inta existence right next ta the bed. I'm not gonna question it though, ya know what they say about lookin' gift humans in the mouth. He gets ta work on loosenin' all the caps before gesturin' for me ta give him my hands. I set HIS polish on the table as well. "Alright, now comes the BOY TALK part of this activity. Since Garbage Disposal brought it up, I say we start with HIM. So Gil, who've ya had yare eye on?", I prompt. He looks confused with my wordin', and I'm about ta rephrase everythin', but Uma beats me ta it. "You have a crush on anyone?", she more bluntly puts it. Then, for the first time since I've known him, the boy BLUSHES. "Oh, he TOTALLY does!", I giggle. His crewmates are actin' like this is a piece of brand new information. They've got surprised and pleased expressions on their faces. This is ta good! I've never had the chance ta play matchmaker before! Which is a REAL shame seein' as I'd be great at it. "Well...", he nervously laughs off. Awww, he's SHY about it. "O' come 'n mate, tell us all 'bout 'em! 're they nice?", Harry encourages. Double awww, my boyfriend is SUCH a good friend.
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"Oh yeah, for sure! I mean Jay hasn't ALWAYS been so nice, to us at least, but now he is! He even said I could go with him when he travels around the world!", Grape Boy gushes. So he's inta Jay? Did they have some moments offscreen/when I wasn't around or somethin'? I'll have ta grill Harry about that later. "Ya're leavin'?", Hooky spits out before anyone else can comment. Oh, ouch, I guess he'd have ta if he's all aboard the world tour train. I'm gonna miss him, AND Jay. Wonder how the REST of the Core Four feel about that. Mal and Ben are stuck in the middle of Auradon as the future Queen and reignin' King. Evie and Doug've got a castle and fashion gig there as well. Jane and Carlos are seniors this year, and afta that I'm pretty sure they're both goin' ta college. Carlos ta specifically become a vet, I'm not sure what Jane's got in mind. Mal and Evie are actually plannin' ta wait a year so they can be college freshmen with Carlos, and I'm SURE Doug will follow. Ben ta if thin's aren't soooo hectic that year. Actually, that might be ANOTHER reason why they're waitin'. There's just ta much happenin' with their careers and the Isle. Throw college on TOP of that, and it's mental breakdown central. I haven't the slightest clue what Uma and Harry are plannin', but I know he goes wherever she does. "Yeah, but I'm sure you and Uma and Hazel could come with us if you asked.", Gil naively offers. Oh ya poor sweet thin', if only it worked that way.
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Harry's POV:
Gil's goin' out 'n doin' somethin' with his life, with tha guy he fancies n' less. I should be happy 'nd supportive, 'nd yet tha's tha last thin' I feel like I'm capable o' bein'. We've spent our whole lives tagether, tha three o' us. Tha thought o' not seein' 'im e'ery day, is a mighty hard pill ta swallow. "I'm sorry Sweetie, but it doesn't quite work like that.", tha lass softly tells 'im. For a mo' I really wan' ta ask 'er why can' it. Why can' we take The Lost Revenge out 'n tha ocean 'nd set sail? We'll go ta all tha places Jay 'nd Gil fancy, Uma'll lead us, I'll continue me first mate duties, 'nd Hazel can do wha'e'er it is she does. We'd have a great time, 'nd we'd be tagether. "Why not?", he questions while wavin' his nails through tha air. Girly starts ta do tha same as soon as I finish 'er off. I 'main silent as I'm cappin' tha bottles. Anythin' tha' could come out o' me mouth right now wouldn' be very nice. "My place is in Auradon, at least for right now. These royals need to be taught a thing or two about good leadership, and I can't do that from the other side of the world.", me Captain explains. Gil slowly starts deflatin' afta e'ery word, not handlin' tha rejection very well. He looks ta meh for direction, 'nd maybe 'n hopes tha' I'll 'gree ta join 'im 'n his adventures. "Ya kno' I can' leave Uma mate.", I 'mind 'im as I shake me head. He gives meh this wounded puppy look, as if I didn' 'ready feel like shite. It's like I've been sliced 'n half, each friend holdin' a piece o' meh as they go their separate ways.
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Fore'er cleaved, only ta be whole when we're tagether. "I THINK we took a wron' turn somewhere here. What happened ta fun and lighthearted hmmm? Let's finish up this nail paintin' session and worry about all that, other stuff, later.", me girl tries ta once 'gain steer us back ta safer topics. This one'll make a great Queen she will, despite wha' she might t'ink. I bet 'er 'nd Uma could do great thin's as a part o' tha Royal Council. She grasps me left hand, cradlin' it 'n 'ers as she sets 'bout 'er task. Gil does tha same for our friend a mo' later. They both work 'n silence. Once they're all done tha lassy poofs tha polish 'nd foldin' table 'way. She hops up from tha bed 'fore clappin' ta gain e'eryone's attention, as if all eyes weren' 'ready 'n 'er. "What would everyone like ta do next? We COULD have that aforementioned pillow fight, OR if we're feelin' tired I can bust out the sleepin' bags.", she offers. Wow, 'er hostess skills have actually been better than I thought they'd be. "I have an early morning meeting tomorrow, and on top of that, I have a sneaking suspicion I'm gonna have to have a long talk with Fairy Godmother. So I'll be taking a sleeping bag.", me Captain pipes up. Tha lass finger snaps a rolled up aqua one inta Uma's arms. Well tha' settles tha' then, sleep it is. Bein' noisy 'n tha boss' presence, while she's tryin' ta squeeze 'n a bit o' kip, is just askin' ta get yare arse kicked. "Bag meh.", I add 'n. Hazel shoots a playful look 'n me direction, wonder if she'd be willin' ta share tha sleeper with meh.
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Hazel's POV:
"I already have.", I purr out. Which of COURSE earns me a laugh from the man himself. Squidwina on the other hand, looks like she's ten shades past over it. What, it's not MY fault he just walked right inta that one. "All jokes aside, we're sharin' a bed, obviously.", I laugh out before givin' Gil my attention. I wonder if he actually wanted ta have a pillow fight instead. I mean, he LOOKS pretty bummed, but that might be from learnin' that his lifelong friends aren't plannin' on followin' him around the globe. Ya think that's how Jay felt when he told the rest of the Core Four his plans? "What about ya?", I ask him. He takes a look around the room. "Sleeping.", he sighs out. He gets a copper bag and follows Uma ta the other side of the room. "Where're ya both goin'?", Harry calls out. Isn't it OBVIOUS? They're headin' off ta sleep at a respectful distance. Maybe they're scared we wouldn't give two shits and we'd end up fuckin' RIGHT next ta them, lol. Our Captain twirls around ta give him a pointed look. "Right, like we're gonna risk sleeping by you two. I'd rather not gain any new mental scars, come on Gil.", she snorts as she orients her sleepin' bag so it's facin' the wall. Her crewmate dutifully follows suit. Smart, on BOTH accounts. I look over and Hooky's got that 'hand got caught in the cookie jar' kinda expression. I kill the lights. He's already sittin' on the bed, he can figure out where ta slide in at. I don't need the lights of course cause, magic, so I crawl under the covers no problem.
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I hear the sheddin' of clothes as I poof mine onta the floor. A moment later I feel someone sink down onta the bed, feelin' their way around till they catch the edge of the blankets. Harry slips in next ta me, IMMEDIATELY movin' ta pull me inta his arms. A faint red glow warms the room for a second before I'm able ta STOMP the fluttery feelin's away. I can practically see the smirk adornin' Hooky's face as a result. I lightly elbow him so he'll cut that shit out, he silently chuckles in response. "Cocky motherfucker.", I mutter. He hears me of course, we are PRESSED against each other afta all, good. "Ya love it.", he retorts. I nod, cause he's not wron'. His confidence that borderlines arrogance reallyyyy works for him, oddly enough. All a part of his charm and the way he carries himself I guess. Chad could use a few lessons from him, maybe that'd make the vain prince more tolerable, if such a thin''s possible. We settle down, and Gil's bad habit of snorin' makes itself known soon enough. I haven't the slightest clue how Uma hasn't sent him ta the opposite end of the room, not that THAT'D do her any good. She's probably used ta it by now, they've probably had a COUNTLESS number of sleep overs throughout the years. The thought makes me feel slightly hollow. I'm once again the outsider lookin' in. I mentally shake off that DEPRESSIN' train of thinkin', it's not gonna help me fall asleep. Even if it did, that's a surefire way ta ensure I have nightmares tanight.
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Harry's POV:
It's disturbin', how content 'nd comfortable I am ta coorie up ta me hen. Why does this feel so natural, 'nd like it's second nature ta meh at this point? Guess it's 'nother thin' tha' comes with havin' feelin's. Me last conscious thoughts 're 'bout how soft 'er hair is. I wake up feelin' warm 'nd well rested. I slowly stretch out, not wan'in' ta open me eyes yet 'nd ruin this good feelin'. Me left arm falls ta tha side, hittin' tha empty spot next ta meh. Hol' 'n, empty spot? Me eyes fly open as I turn ta where tha lass is 'pposed ta be. 'PPOSED bein' tha key word here, seein' as she's not there. Panic flares deep 'n me chest, irrational I kno', but I can' help it 'pparently. I jolt up 'nd hear snickerin'. It's me mates watchin' meh from their spots by tha windowsill. I glare at 'em as I push meself outta bed. I fully intended ta ignore 'em, but a quick scan 'round tha room tells meh tha lass is nowhere ta be foun'. "Where is she?", I grumble while rubbin' tha remainin' sleepiness from me eyes. "Get dressed then we'll tell you.", Uma says without e'en tryin' ta keep tha teasin' lilt out o' 'er voice. I swear ta Hades if she starts crackin' jokes 'bout meh bein' whipped 'r somethin'. I go ta scoop up tha clothes I tossed 'n tha groun' last night, only ta stop dead 'n me tracks. They're gone, 'nd not like I kicked 'em under tha bed gone, but like someone snatched 'em up 'nd hauled 'em off somewhere gone. A chair next ta me bedside catches me eye, tha' wasn' there when I went ta bed last night.
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Neither were tha fresh pair o' clothes tha're sittin' neatly 'n top. Must be Hazel's handywork, tha' was thoughtful o' 'er. A quick sneak peak at me mates tells meh she did tha same for 'em. I get dressed with a smile tha' n' 'mount o' snickerin' could wipe off. Aftawards I turn 'round 'nd wait expectantly for me Captain ta spill tha beans. She only smirks at meh as Gil giggles 'side 'er. "Well?", I snap impatiently. She throws 'er hands up 'n a placatin' manner. Not tha' it does much for meh, me skin's itchy 'nd I feel jumpy. I just, really need ta get ta me girl. Uma slowly rises, she looks concerned as she makes 'er way o'er ta meh. Treadin' lightly as if she was 'pproachin' a wil' animal. "Harry, are you feeling all right? You're looking really, well, twitchy.", she asks. I growl at tha mention o' bein' unwell, I'm perfectly fine, need me hen is all. "Tha's cause I am twitchy.", I huff as I cross me arms. Wish she'd quit beatin' 'round tha feckin' bush 'nd just tell meh where Hazel is 'ready. I'm this close ta sayin' ta Hell with it 'nd goin' out ta find 'er myself. Regardless o' whether I'll get caught 'r not. "And here I thought your name was Harry.", she jokes. I manage a half smile at 'er. Tha' sounded like somethin' tha lassy would say, felt wron' hearin' it come out o' someone else's mouth. She stares meh down with this searchin' look. Wha' she's lookin' for, I haven' tha slightest clue. "Did she- she hasn't spelled you has she? Although I guess you wouldn't really know if you've been spelled or not. I bet Mal or FG could find out for us.", she proposes ta me utter shock. O' course I haven' been feckin' spelled! I'm not tha' much o' a gommy! T'nk I'd clock 'n ta tha girly pushin' laced cookies me way.
