Welcome to college. This is the sort of thing that I come up with while hanging out with friends at 2am.
Anywho. This is my first expedition into (mostly) dialogue-only territory...Eh...
Context: Rose in the players' tent just before England faces Ireland in the World Cup Quarter Finals.
"Seamus. You aren't supposed to be in here."
"Family's allowed."
"You aren't family, love."
"I'm here to see my fiancée."
"Oh. Well, that's acceptable," she said wrapping her arms around his neck. "Still, you shouldn't be here"
"I have half a mind to snog you senseless right here and now."
"Shay...You can't do that."
"And what's to stop me?"
"If I'm completely senseless, how do you expect us to trounce Ireland?"
"Ah...Well, then. Go kick some Irish arse."
"There's only one Irish arse I'm concerned about, mister," Rose said as she left the tent with a mischievous grin .
If I was JKR, I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfic, now would I? Make my day and leave a comment, pretty please?
Originally posted April 2011.