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[eighttimeshandy]

So, it looks like Slytherin has taken the lead in house points. As such, I have one thing to say to you all;

Mwahahahaha. Today, the House Cup. Tomorrow, the world.

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[eighttimeshandy]

[He smiles a bit wider, leaning his head down to gently bump his forehead against Herbert's] Someday, perhaps! For now, let us revel in your good luck!

[Quietly, he adds] And yes, yes it really is.

[preanimator]

[Normally, this is the point where Herbert would pull back, possibly blushing, certainly looking flustered. But for some reason, he just doesn't mind, this time, doesn't feel the typical flutter of worry that someone might see, or the usual anxiety that Eriq doesn't really feel the same way about him that Herbert suspects he feels for his friend. Instead, his smile softens a bit into something almost sweet and definitely warm, and he raises a hand, running the tips of his fingers through the other boy's hair.]

It's going to be brilliant.

[eighttimeshandy]

[His eyes flutter closed at the contact, and he bites down on his lip, a bit of color rising in his cheeks. He feels guilty, knowing he's practically using Herbert. He's definitely manipulating him, leading him on with moments like this, but he just-]

[wants it]

[so much]

[preanimator]

[Oh, that's ... well. That's a really nice look on Eriq, isn't it? And Herbert's told himself he wasn't going to do this anymore, that he was going to wait and see if Eriq would initiate for once, but what can it hurt? Thoughtlessly, he blurts out]

You know, it's the funniest thing, but I really do like looking at you. I never really expected that. [He laughs, quietly at what he considers his own foolishness, then leans in and presses a clumsy little kiss to the corner of his friend's mouth.]

[eighttimeshandy]

Well, I suppose someone must. [he shrugs off-handedly, not looking up. He tries not to act terribly self-conscious of his appearance, but it still simmers in the back of his mind, the fact that he's practically on the unhealthy side of thin, and he feels it unappealing.]

[He freezes a little at the kiss, then forces himself to relax, turning his head to return the gesture]

[preanimator]

[Herbert pulls back after a moment, fingers still resting against Eriq's scalp, thumb rubbing very lightly against the shell of the other boy's ear.] I'm fairly sure that's not a requirement of anyone. There are all sorts of people no one likes to look at. You're a bit of an idiot sometimes. [fondly]