Letting off steam (tag Louis) on Magical Arts Room and Sports

Ingrid Wolseithcrafte

December 08, 2017 4:48 AM

Letting off steam (tag Louis) by Ingrid Wolseithcrafte

Bam! Ingrid knocked down one of the targets with a jet of water from her wand. Sixth year was weird. They had their first set of advanced exams to pass at the end of the year, and those seemed like they were going to be pretty tough, plus they were in this cabin fever environment with all the seventh years who had life altering stuff to deal with. Sick of being cooped up over books, she had decided to tackle some practical work, and MARS had obligingly turned it into a game for her.

“Aguamenti!” she cast, directing her wand at a row of five metal targets stood in a booth, akin to a shooting gallery. A jet of water shot across the room, hitting the edge of one of the targets. She adjusted her hand minutely, moving it to the centre of the target and pushing it over.

It was fun, and better than being cooped up, but she still felt restless. At least there was a Quidditch match at the end of the week to look forward to. She had thought about climbing but she needed to get studying done. She couldn’t just kick back and enjoy herself. She had dressed for something sporty though, figuring the second room could find a way to channel her energy into fairly active revision, and was wearing the shorts and Pecari Quidditch t-shirt that she usually wore under her Quidditch robes in summer, the short cut of both exaggerating her naturally long, thin limbs.

I want to let off more steam than this… she thought, willing the MARS room to figure out a way for that to happen. However, between the vagueness she felt andthe guilt that she should study even though she didn’t want to, the room seemed unable though to offer a more satisfying solution. Unless, of course, it could somehow be held responsible for the fact that, at that moment, the door opened, revealing a familiar form. Louis. Given the similarities between the current situation and their last encounter, it was pretty hard not to mentally flash back to Charms class, and the way he had made his shirt go transparent by overdoing it with this very spell. Louis’ presence was definitely not making her feel any less wound up.

“Wanting to get the drowned rat look again?” she queried, although drowned rat was probably less appropriate than ‘male model stepping out of a swimming pool’ in his case, but she really doubted that he needed the ego boost. “Guess what I was just practising…”

Her manner might not have been overtly friendly, but it was jokey rather than hostile. And, in case he had any doubt, behind her the target had sprouted a second row, and the sign ‘First to knock down five wins.’

OOC - permission to God-mod Louis obtained from his author

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Louis Valois

December 09, 2017 10:11 AM

Well I'm not letting you off this time by Louis Valois

Louis was in a good mood that morning. He’d received his fortnightly summary of his business, and all seemed to be going well. There were a few important decisions to be made, but those could wait until he was home, and his grandmother was keeping the company going in the new direction. Louis had been a little concerned that his uncle would try and sabotage the new, less traditional, plans, but Claudette Valois was too sharp to let that happen.

Dressed in a pair of olive chinos, a white t-shirt and a light black blazer, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he cut a casually-dressed figure as he arrived at the MARS room for a spot of piano practice. He was fairly ahead on his schoolwork, adding to his sense of a nice relaxed morning.

About to enter the music room, he paused as he heard interesting sounds coming from another room. Curiosity won out, and he decided to see what was going on, laughing in disbelief as he saw the occupant. It was, of course, Ingrid. And she was practising the spell that had led to their last encounter.

Smirking, Louis raised an eyebrow at her comment. “I looked far better than any drowned rat, and you know it,” he retorted, losing his relaxed feeling as the adrenaline started rushed through him at the thought of a competition – or, maybe, just at the thought of Ingrid. There was something about her, and, whilst he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he let her get to him, she both attracted and infuriated him. Add to that her clothing today – far more form-fitting and revealing than her usual robes – and there was no way he could walk away from her challenge.

“You’re on,” he agreed, taking off his blazer and hanging it out of harm’s way. He was fairly sure he’d mastered this spell by now, but didn’t want his blazer to suffer if he did, for any reason, lose some of his control.

Wand in hand, he turned to grin confidently at her. “You count us in,” he offered, ever the gentleman.

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Ingrid

December 13, 2017 10:37 AM

The front two rows will get wet by Ingrid

“Merlin, is that doorway big enough to fit your ego through?” Ingrid countered, when Louis said he’d looked good, and that she knew it. The comeback was only slightly undermined by the fact that she had blushed furiously at his comment, and that her eyes flicked up and down his body as he took his jacket off, with what could have definitely been described as an appreciative look. Attraction, chemistry, romance… They were all still slightly new to her (and, in fact, the last one remained relatively unexplored and mysterious). She barely had a handle on being attracted to other people, much less knowing how it showed and doing anything to disguise it. Much less, any practise at resisting the temptation it presented, or being cold, hard and logical in the face of a racing pulse.

He took his place next to her at the shooting gallery, and she felt her other senses being drawn in. Louis was a well-groomed guy, and he smelt as good as he looked.

“Three, two, one, go!” she recited steadily, refocussing her attention on the task at hand.

“Aguamenti!” she cast, a firm jet of water shooting from her wand. She directed it at one of the targets. The jet of water ploughed into it steadily, sending a scattering of droplets splashing back. It wasn’t enough to soak them, or to make their clothes cling, but a fine spray glistened on Ingrid’s tanned skin. The first target went down, and she moved onto the second, felling that with as much ease. As she moved towards the middle, however, she found that she was jostling with a certain someone for the best position.

“Move over,” she complained, although her tone was still more playful than anything else, barging Louis with her hips, and leaning across him to get better access to the target.

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Louis

December 20, 2017 1:17 PM

I wasn't aware we had an audience... by Louis

Louis noted with amusement that, despite her efforts at keeping up the banter, he had still managed to make Ingrid blush. He knew he looked good, and it was nice to have recognition of that in some, albeit uncontrollable, way. Plus, a flustered Ingrid was a cute Ingrid, and he also liked having the upper hand. Louis reckoned that he himself was rarely flustered.

And there definitely wasn’t time to be flustered now. Interesting undercurrents to their banter aside, he had a competition to win! Ingrid counted them in, and Louis focussed, determined to control the spell this time. Unfortunately for his concentration, he’d started with the target furthest away from her and, moving towards the centre, he found she’d done the same thing. They were now in each other’s way, and it didn’t seem like Ingrid was going to let that stop her.

He put an arm on her waist to steady himself as she jostled him (the double-benefits of stopping her progress and putting her off had, of course, nothing to do with his action…). “You’re getting in my way,” he muttered, mock-angrily and close to her ear. Letting off another spell, he allowed his control to slip slightly, lightly spraying them with water. You couldn’t blame him – Ingrid looked good with a fine spray on her skin!

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Ingrid

January 04, 2018 8:45 AM

Probably best if we don't by Ingrid

Ingrid’s dogwood wand was responding well to the challenge. It had a strong sense of fun, and responded best when its owner was enjoying herself. And she couldn’t deny that she was - besides anything else, her competitive streak was fully engaged, and she gave a triumphant little ‘ha’ as the next of her targets fell down.

Her aim faltered slightly when he placed his hand on her hip. She was unused to guys being physical with her outside the very restrained confines of a ballroom, or the rough, ready but utterly unamorous context of the Quidditch Pitch. She was surprised, but not necessarily displeased. The heat from his hand seemed to spread, tickling along her body with ideas, suggestion… She got a slight bump back to earth as a somewhat stronger spray fell over them.

“You did that on purpose,” she accused, grabbing his wand hand by the wrist to try to halt any further assaults on either the targets of her own person, and casting a finite incantatum to stop the water from both their wands. Left fingers around his right wrist, she pulled his arm down, so that it was no longer aiming at the targets. This also pulled them face to face.

“You made me wet,” she protested, although he was near enough that she kept her voice low and soft. She traced her wand down his chest, her green eyes boring into him. “Maybe I should do the same to you,” she suggested, a playful smile on her lips. It was fun, playing with him. There was a rush in her blood. Subconsciously, she drew herself closer, giving into the gravity that wanted to pull her closer into him, angling her hips so that she pressed against him.

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Louis

January 04, 2018 3:33 PM

Why, Miss Wolseithcrafte, whatever are you suggesting? by Louis

Louis smirked at Ingrid as she accused him of deliberately spraying water on them. “I don’t know what you mean,” he protested, although allowing amusement and a hint of challenge to seep into his voice, betraying his claim of innocence.

He let Ingrid manoeuvre his wand hand, letting his wand fall to the ground as she did so, and wondering if the resulting positioning was deliberate. Either way, he wasn’t concerned about being defenceless whilst so close to Ingrid. Worst case scenario, his wandless magic got a test. Best case scenario, he wouldn’t be needing his wand anytime soon.

And, oh. Well, either Ingrid wasn’t as innocent as he’d assumed, or she was unaware that she was getting out of her depth. Not that he was complaining – he’d never take advantage of anyone, but it was Ingrid herself who had moved into him, and who was coming up with somewhat suggestive lines.

“Mmm, maybe you should,” he agreed, raising an eyebrow and slipping his hand from her waist to the small of her back. “Be careful what you promise, though. Anyone might think you had something other than…academic pursuits in mind. And I’ve never been one to play by any rules.” As he spoke, he tilted his head down towards her, revelling in his height advantage, and pulled her slightly closer.

He didn’t press her further than that, wanting to see what she had in mind rather than ramping things up to a level she might not have intended. Games such as this might be considered normal in French society, but Louis knew that American purebloods didn’t always think in such a way. Given that Ingrid had previously been concerned about reputation, he didn’t want to assume anything. That being said, his hand was firm on her back, encouraging Ingrid to keep close to him.

OOC: I've assumed that Louis is at least slightly taller than Ingrid, as he's a bit taller than average and has the advantage of being male. Hope that's ok, ignore that line if not!

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Ingrid

January 04, 2018 5:42 PM

That you amuse me by Ingrid

“I didn’t come here to study,” Ingrid pointed out. Although she hadn’t exactly had this scenario in mind when she entered the room...

It felt like all her senses were heightened… She couldn’t help but breathe in the smell of him. He smelt expensive, luxurious. For all the ways he was turning his back on society, scrimping on the grooming products definitely wasn’t one of them. He tilted his head. Ingrid was tall for her age, and the height advantage that Louis had was minimal. She did not have to tilt her head far to be looking him squarely in the eyes - to be lining her face up to his. The sound was the sound of almost nothing. Breathing. Then there was touch. Oh, Merlin, there was touch. She had the same sensation as before when Louis slid his hand round to her back; the tingling that spread from the point of contact - points, she realised, her hips against his - as if he was touching all over her body. Or at least, there was the promise that he might be, and that thrilled her. As he pulled her in, she worked with him, her wand hand sliding over his shoulder, her body pressing more firmly against his.

That only left taste. Her eyes flickered down to Louis’ mouth. She found herself craving the immersion of her final sense in this experience….

“I came here for fun.” Her eyes flicked back up to his, boring into him with her usual, demanding stare. “So, amuse me,” she challenged.

OOC - acceptable, but only just ;-)

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Louis

January 05, 2018 12:35 PM

I do more than that, I'll bet by Louis

Louis couldn’t help thinking that it was a good thing Ingrid hadn’t intended to study, as he doubted their professors would approve of this as revision. But he quickly thrust that thought from his mind, not wanting to think about professors in a situation like this.

He’d never imagined that he’d find himself in a situation quite like this. Here, at school, with Ingrid Wolseithcrafte right in front of him. Well, more than right in front of him – touching him, pressed up against him, so close they were almost…but no. Ingrid wasn’t instigating anything. Here she was, in his arms, seemingly giving in to him and to the sensations they were experiencing, but still she was challenging him.

He laughed at her demand, not a mocking laugh, but a low sound of amusement, and almost of victory. He knew what she wanted now, or at least that she was aware of what she was getting herself into, and that was enough to satisfy his conscience. His arm slid further round her back, fully encircling her lithe body and doing the seemingly impossible by further increasing their points of contact. Freeing his right hand, he brought it to her face, first cupping her cheek and then moving it backwards, just into her hairline.

His head moved forwards, very slightly, enough so that they were almost mouth to mouth, lip to lip, but stopping just short, achingly short, resisting the urge to close the gap.

“Challenge accepted,” he whispered, and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle – nothing with these two ever was – but demanding, taking her challenge and expecting to be met halfway, claiming dominance but ready to fight for it.

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