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Graeme/Anneliese
“I don’t want to talk to you right now…”

“O…kay? What did I do? Did I miss something?”

“You know what happened, Graeme…”

Graeme stood beside the couch in the Ravenclaw common room, brows furrowed together to display how utterly confused he was about the entire situation. Anneliese was sitting with her arms crossed over her chest on the furniture he was standing next to, pouting greatly as she avoided eye contact with him. He gawked down at her, his mouth hanging open before he closed it to clear his throat, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Right…right that…that thing that I did. You know, the other day, that thing that you’re mad at me for and-“

“You didn’t even do anything so now I know you’re just saying stuff.”

“I...what? That’s not-…I totally know what happened and…alright, so I’m just saying stuff but you’re supposedly mad at me and, call me crazy, but I’d like to know why…” He leaned his hands into the arm of the couch and looked down at her, watching as she chewed at the inside of her cheek before she responded. “…Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw in Quidditch.” Graeme froze in his place for a second before he let a smirk cross over his features. “So that’s why you don’t want to talk to me? Anneliese…I’m not even on the bloody team!” His voice was filled with amusement, and his mouth turned upwards into a grin, finding it funny that she was this riled up over Quidditch. Then again, this was Anneliese, so he couldn’t have expected anything less. “No, you’re not, but you’re still a Gryffindor, aren’t you?” “…yeah?” “Exactly.” “…what?” He raised his eyebrows and moved over to take a seat beside her on the couch. “Let me get this straight…you’re upset with me because I’m associated with the people who beat you at Quidditch, even though I have nothing to do with Quidditch at all?” “It’s not you, Graeme, it’s just…” She huffed and leaned back into the couch. “I’m just annoyed.” “…would you be less annoyed if I told you I was rooting for you the entire time?” She glanced over at him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You’re just saying that.” “No, seriously! I was sitting there in the Gryffindor box, going ‘Go Gryffindor! And Anneliese, even though she’s not a Gryffindor, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m still cheering her on anyway, and if the Ravenclaws win it’s because they are amazing and they played a very, very good game, so I’m going to cheer for them too!’. It was exhausting, I had to keep up the same energy as I did in the beginning all the way through, and I got things pelted at me.”

By now, it was harder for her to look upset, and she was trying not to laugh. “Really?” “I have the bruises to prove it.” She smirked before she sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. She knew he hadn’t really done all of that, but the story was still amusing, and she could picture it perfectly in her head. “Well…I suppose I can’t be too mad at you then…” She scooted over so that she was closer to him, and he did the same so he could put his arm over the back of the couch behind her, leaning in. “So does this mean you can forgive me for not doing anything wrong?” He smirked watching as she moved even a little bit closer. “Maybe…” With that she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips, only to have him pull back and grin at her once more. “Did I mention my Ravenclaw pom-poms?” “Shut up, Graeme.” She said with a light laugh. Reaching up she tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to kiss him once more.

That would definitely keep him quiet for a while.