The Mistletoe Meme

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Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Comments

[hungrylikethewolf]

[His anger at her refusal makes him beautiful for a moment - and then it fades as disgust twists his features.]

Don't talk about my wife.

[Her shove does little but make him shift his weight, and he moves away at his own pace, only his eyes lingering on the curve of her lips betraying where his thoughts still lie.

Pointing his right arm out into the room, Rodolphus casts a silent - and to all appearances, wandless - Summoning Charm, whereupon four very old books come flying towards him. He plucks them from the air with ease, then fishes in the pocket of his sharply tailored suit jacket. Moving swiftly to a desk, he rapidly enlarges four tiny, blank journals with a wave of his right hand (his wand is in a sheath in his sleeve, he knows better than to take it out with her around, and if she tries to take it, she's in for a very nasty surprise) and begins muttering rapidfire Latin over both piles.]

...we have ten minutes for those to finish copying. Do what you like, but don't leave the library.

[witchbounty]

[She'll can't make an issue of his wand, not when she has her own hidden weaponry - a 9mm strapped to one thigh and a dagger strapped to the other. However, she will make an issue of him thinking he has room to tell her where to go and what to do. A silent issue by way of a nasty look and a deep scowl, but an issue just the same.]

Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not an idiot. Leaving your side once was risky enough, there's no reason for me to do it again. But we do need to get a move on. This thing is starting to burn and I feel like the longer we stay here, the sooner someone's going to catch on to the fact that we have it.

[This thing and it being the stone, neatly tucked away in the bustier of her dress.]

Any ideas on where we can go to destroy it? I'd say do it here if I didn't think it would bring the whole place down on us.

[hungrylikethewolf]

They're not going to catch on, angel, unless you weren't careful. [Murmured in an irritated undertone as he leans against the desk, hands in his pockets. He's the image of relaxed aristocrat, not caring for his suit and completely at home among the rare and expensive. It's not a cultivated façade, he comes from this sort of society, but it's definitely useful, should anyone happen upon them.

Of course, his happy little accomplice probably shouldn't be leaning against the door - it might seem odd to anyone else entering.]

There's an abandoned manor house two acreages over. It has a cellar I took the liberty of preparing two days ago, and no one will hear or see anything. I hope you're not scared of fire, princess.

[It takes heat to kill heat, in this instance.]

[witchbounty]

Scared? [She couldn't tell if he was joking, considering her and Hansel's fondness of fire was pretty well-documented. Still, she pushed away from the door, a somewhat devilish grin tugging at her lips as she approached.]

I can tell you from many years of experience that the best way to kill a witch or a wizard is to set their ass on fire. So no, I'm not afraid.

[She then moved to walk around him, making it a point to gently brush her arm against his as she passed.]

Glad you prepared the space, actually.

[A joke of her own. Maybe. She'd probably do well not to provoke him with thinly-veiled threats, but she's never been one to mind her P's and Q's with a person of magic.]

[hungrylikethewolf]

I'm aware of your penchant for manageable flames. This is a little more dangerous than that - but I'm sure you're more than capable of... handling yourself.

[He lets her brush past him; there was no need for it, there's an abundance of space, but she's clearly in a mood to play with more than the aforementioned fire. Rod lets his gaze linger on the curve of her ass in her dress, letting the heat of his gaze do his talking.

She's feisty, and he wants her, but taking is no fun. No, she has to give.]

Sweetheart, I know you don't think I'm stupid enough to work anywhere you've prepared. Your exploits aren't exactly a secret among those of us with power.

Apologies, life swallowed me!

[witchbounty]

I'm glad to hear my reputation precedes me.

[A lie. More often than not, the notoriety she and Hansel have among magic types made their jobs more difficult rather than easier. She's surprised no one at the party had caught on, but then again, this is a house of dimwitted demons rather than witches and warlocks. Save for Mr. Pureblood, of course.]

That said, I don't think you're stupid at all. [She turns to face him before moving to sit on the arm of the reading sofa.] Actually, the fact that you don't trust me goes to show how smart you are. And really, I hope you don't think I'm stupid enough to recruit a stupid wizard. I mean, I love a handsome man as much as the next woman, but honestly...

Life is prone to doing just that. <3

[hungrylikethewolf]

Your body language suggests otherwise, princess.

[Notoriety is correct; he knew precisely who she was and what she did the moment she made contact. He hadn't expected her to be attractive to him - attractive, yes, but not attractive to him. Rod usually likes his women a little more ladylike in their presentation... but he still wants her.

He does like a little bit of danger in his women, too.]

But thank you. [He doesn't bother hiding his perusal of her figure as she sits, sparing a quick glance for the copying process before returning to linger on the curve of her hip. He has no shame in displaying interest, even when it's double-edged.] I really hate to be judged on my looks and not my abilities.

Unfortunately.

[witchbounty]

['Ladylike' certainly isn't an adjective that could be applied to Gretel. While she isn't boorish, her lifestyle has left her rough around the edges, slightly foulmouthed and unpolished in her appearance. However, the fact that she's able to pass as one of the prim and proper princesses expected to be on Lestrange's arm goes to show just how nicely she can clean up her act.

At least for the time being.]

Don't thank me, thank Merlin. Or whatever entity you pray to, because if you weren't smart, this would be a different scenario entirely.

[Meaning, they wouldn't be here and she wouldn't tolerate him staring at her like a starved dog after a steak. Although, her tolerating it now says more about her than she'd ever care to admit. She shifts under his gaze in a way that exposes her thigh through the slit of her dress. Whether it's a show of skin or a show of arms is anyone's guess.]

I don't think I've seen the full range of your abilities, though. Unless kissing and copying books are the extent of what you have to offer.