From: molly_mormon	Date: February 15th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Oh, but someone was listening. Molly, though she wasn't all that shy, was a little nervous when it came to boys she liked. And Casey was that boy. And there was a dance tonight. And no one had asked her, and she definitely hadn't asked anyone else. And she wasn't into going stag to a Valentine's Day Dance.

So here she was. She'd spent the first little bit in her room, hiding out from the people who might ask why she wasn't going to the dance. But hunger had gnawed at her, so she'd decided to head for the kitchen. With her dark hair down around her face, a loose He-Man t-shirt and a pair of multi-colored lounge pants on, she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, listening to the singing obscured by a mouth full of toast.

She wasn't quite sure how to approach the situation. If she tapped him on the shoulder, it might startle him and who knew what kind of knee-jerk reaction he would have. But if he turned and saw her there, that might scare him but at least he'd be across the room. But as he didn't seem in a hurry to turn around, he moved to the refrigerator and opened the door. Light flooded the kitchen and she crouched down to see what there was to eat.

A leftover piece of vegetable lasagna sat on a plate and she removed it from the fridge, turning to see if Ciaran had noticed her yet. Surely he had to have seen the light out of the corner of his eye at least.

	From: cantspell	Date: February 16th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Among Ciaran's mostly vocational talents was the ability to make things, edible things in particular, disappear. He folded the slice of bitten toast in half, and within four or so more bites the entire piece of bread had vanished from sight.

He moved onto his second slice, humming along to the music since he could never remember the words, and contemplated sticking another couple of pieces into the toaster. But then the light from the fridge spilled across the floor and...well, that definitely wasn't his doing. His stomach was going to have to take a rain check on that toast.

Ciaran looked at the girl crouching in front of the open fridge. Molly. Well, he couldn't say he was surprised that nobody had asked Mormon girl to the dance; even if she didn't have that Jesus freak thing going for her, she was still at eye level or taller than a lot of boys in their year.

He pulled one of his earphones out and paused his ipod.

"Hey."

	From: molly_mormon	Date: February 18th, 2011 02:04 am (UTC)		(Link)

Pointing her wand at the plate of lasagna, she reheated it with a spoken charm. Her blue eyes turned up as she toed the refrigerator closed and leaned against the counter. "Howdy."

She wasn't exactly surprised to see the Ciaran hadn't attended the dance either. It would probably damage his bad boy image to be seen at a dance decorated in pinks and reds.

"Who're you listening to?" She gestured toward his headphones while she rummaged in a drawer for a fork.

	From: cantspell	Date: February 19th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Howdy?

Seeing - and smelling- the plate of lasagne Molly had lifted out of the fridge, Ciaran stuck another two pieces of bread in the toaster to curb his appetite, shoving the bread knife onto his empty plate.

"Just some stuff," he replied. "It's on random. I'm on something by the Descendents right now."

Ciaran took the other earpiece out and offered his headphones to Molly. "You can listen, if you want."