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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 30, 2010 6:45:21 GMT -5
[OOC: Open only to Arthur]
The sound of ticking was a very good distraction for Francis, most especially it was technically the source of his excitement for that day. In fact, as he glanced at his pocketwatch for the nth time, he was about an hour early for this little date of his. It's a rather surprising change in Francis seeing that he's extremely fond of grand entrances. Answering the question on why he was so excited and looking like he could girl skip around the castle the whole day was because he had finally asked a certain someone out on a date.
Yes a date.
And it doesn't really take a genius to guess who he had asked out.
Leaning on the gate leading to Hogsmeade, he glanced up hopefully towards the pathway back to the castle. He knew it was so wrong on so many levels to hope even a teeny bit. But hey, there's no harm in trying is there?
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 30, 2010 7:09:46 GMT -5
W-Wait, hold on here a moment---
A Date?
Francis hadn't said a date. Francis had prances up to his office one evening, saying that with all the hard work that the headmaster was currently doing that he should maybe take some time off to relax otherwise his eyebrows might fall off his face from the exhaustion or somethiing.
Nevertheless, Arthur had agreed. He just hadn't quite realised that the other was classifying it as a 'date'. No, all his dates Arthur had done in the past had been slightly different...
.. Well, most of the time.
Frowning as he pulled his robes tighter around himself, he just rolled his eyes as he made his way down to the frenchman. Maybe he should've done this when students might not be able to see.
He finally approached Francis, looked around and sighed. He looked back at him. He raised an eyebrow.
".. Why are you so bloody hyper?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 30, 2010 7:35:14 GMT -5
Francis grinned down on the Englishman just a few meters from him and replied in a rather cheerful demeanor, "Oh it's nothing. I'm always hyper aren't I?" he said with a careless shrug. Then again, Francis had overlooked one teeny tiny thing. He's only hyper when he's:
Un, around Arthur
Deux, up to his usual antic with either Gilbert or Antonio, worse, with the two of them.
Trois, around Arthur
Quatre, around Arthur.
Makes complete sense right? Probably to the Frenchman once he realizes it.
Shrugging his thoughts away, he looked back at Arthur, this time with a hand held out. "Shall we get going then? I, daresay, we really don't have all day." he stated as if it was an everyday statement but at the back of his mind he added, 'I'd rather want to make most of my time with you.'
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 30, 2010 8:28:18 GMT -5
Arthur stared down at the hand. Who did he think he was?
Then another thought struck him. Oh.
"Well, I suppose we could apparate there" He muttered, and took ahold of France's hand. A moment later and they'd both split off into absolutely nothingness, before suddenly appearing some point near the railway. Arthur probably forgot that he was the only one who COULD apparate within school grounds.
He let go of Francis's hand, and wandered away. He turned back to the Frenchman.
".. Well come on then, you bigot. We don't have all day."
He clearly didn't sound that pleased to be here.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 30, 2010 8:46:34 GMT -5
Francis although would've preferred a nice long walk from the school towards Hogsmeade he should've known better that Arthur would do that. And it's not like the younger could even read his mind... or can he? Nevertheless, what done was done and its not like he has a Time Turner at hand right now [even if he wished he even had one to begin with].
"Right, right!" he mumbled, a bit disappointed on how Arthur let go of his hand since he really liked the contact. Not that he would openly admit it and risk being transfigured into an ugly toad [ironically] in a matter of microseconds.
Jogging up right next to Arthur, he grinned down at the Brit before looking back up to where he was walking. "Where to go first~? Any ideas Arthur?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 30, 2010 9:16:03 GMT -5
Arthur looked up, a bit bewildered.
"... You were the one who invited me. I thought you were bloody telling me where we were going."
Honestly. And Francis claimed himself to be a gentleman, yet he left it up to him to choose where they were going?
He stopped, and stared expectantly.
".... I haven't got all day. I might as well be back at the castle."
Really.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 30, 2010 17:52:45 GMT -5
Francis resisted the urge to laugh infront of the English wizard, bring him to a nice tight hug and risk being hexed. Wait, why does everything Francis have this odd path of either being hexed, transfigured, shot or conked in the head by some random object? Somehow even Francis doesn't want to think about it.
Then instead of playing the risk, he had chosen to take the safe path- for now. Placing his hand over the unruly blonde head, he gave it a pat like he would do when they were still students. "Really... ever so impatient. No wonder your majestic brows are ready to fall off!" he teased with a small wink.
Nevertheless, he pressed on by grabbing the younger's hand and dragged him [but I don't think that would be classified as dragged if Arthur was willing] off towards the road heading to the main street of Hogsmeade. Somehow at the back of Francis' head it would mean being spotted by the students and their co-workers... not that he cares of course!
"First stop, Honeydukes then~"
It's going to sound corny and overly cliché, but he had plans to buy something sweet for Arthur. Even if it wasn't Valentine's yet, he had rather "forgotten" to send Arthur something on the last V-day and he was rather looking forward to treating Arthur with something he liked.
Redemption?
Maybe.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2010 5:45:26 GMT -5
Arthur grunted in that same way he'd always done as the Frenchman patted his head, before his eyes widened as he pulled along.
"A-Ah---"
.. Honeydukes? Wasn't that a bit childish? He'd expect that to be the sort of shop that Gilbert would want to go to. Maybe he was getting confused.
At least he'd decided on somewhere to pull him, now.
"...W-What was that about my eyebrows?!--"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 31, 2010 8:49:11 GMT -5
Laughing gaily at the statement, Francis could only answer a simple, "You're eyebrows are fine, mon chér~" before stopping infront of the packed building of the said sweet shop. Whistling a bit but not actually letting go of Arthur's hand, he gazed fleetingly on how some things never change.
Looking back at Arthur, he grinned down at the younger before asking, "Tell me.. what's our favourite treat, hn?" Honestly, after all these years, he still doesn't know what the Briton's favourite sweet is!
[[ooc: sorry about this. I caught a rather nasty cold and I can't think straight due to my inability to breathe = A =]]
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 31, 2010 10:37:56 GMT -5
Arthur blushed as he looked up, before quickly pulling his hand away from the Frenchman's. The hell was he holdng it for? He wasn't a bloody child.
At the question, his expression reddened just that bit more.
".... W-Why does it matter? It's just sweets. Why are we here in the first place?" He muttered, before just shoving himself inside. Mind you, if students were here when they shouldn't be, they'd more than likely be here.
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