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cormac--mclaggen:

“Maybe you will.” Grinning, he loved how much she seemed to be enjoying this, almost as much as he wanted to cut to the chase. The more games they played, they more he wanted to go back to his place and tear off that dress she was wearing. “That’s it, now you know, I’m practically a dog. A handsome one though.” Winking back at her, he bit his lip.

“Mmm exactly. Were you ever caught? Cause there were a few times I let myself get caught, only when they were looking too though. Mutual benefits you see.” Seeing her face flush made him smile. “I’d like it a lot, although I am certain you’d like it more. Be honest, you’re dying to slid that hand into my shirt, or maybe my pants?” Letting his knee brush against her’s. “You wanna size me up before you get these clothes off me, cause I think you think I’m overdressed.”

Grinning as she dragged her fingernail across his chin. “Yeah who are we? But tell me, do you want to waste the opportunity to be risky here first, or do you want to go straight to that cellar where there’s no risk?”

“They say all men are dogs, if that helps,” she said, chuckling. “But a handsome one indeed.” As Cho spoke, her tone still even, her hands crept up the front of his shirt and along his bare abs, tracing the ridges of the muscles there with her fingertips. He was right--she did want to see just what she’d be getting into later, but not because she thought she would be disappointed. No, by now Cho was pretty sure that tonight would go precisely as planned--and it was even more fun than usual, which was a treat.

“Me? Never,” she said, shaking her head and smiling wide, her hands continuing their slow path up the front of him. “I’m a lady with a reputation to uphold, after all. Besides, I was far too smart to get caught without letting myself, and there’s something powerful about having seen a man naked without him knowing.” Cho pressed her nails lightly into his skin. “It can come in handy.” She giggled again at his words. “You’re too right, you know. You’re quite overdressed, and here I am letting you see almost whatever you want.”

“Oh, no, I’m going to take my time with you,” she said, raking her nails down his chest as she spoke. “I’d never turn down an opportunity like this one.” Cho tugged playfully on one of the belt loops of his jeans. “Risk is what keeps life fun, right?”

#convo #cormac

cormac--mclaggen:

Giving her a small laugh. “Yes, that is the best way to tell someone is interesting. In all my conversations I’ve found that out.” His heartbeat picked up when she bit her lip. “They do say that, don’t they?” Leaning in shortly after to whisper in her ear. “I’m not virtuous truth be told, not in the slightest. I am however, playful and adventurous.”

“I am what I am, though i’m sure people peeped just as much as me. I mean who wouldn’t.” Laughing. “Nothing a wrong with a little shame.” Grinning as her hand stayed on his arm, he always liked attention. “No it isn’t, but neither are the things I want to do with this lady.” Whispering again in her ear. “Wanna be dangerous and touch them here?”

“Trust me they’ll be slapping me on the back for this, they wish they could be as good as me when it comes to beautiful men and women like you.” Grinning. “It would be a waste to drink it by myself wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose I’ll have to start telling people that more often, then, if that’s the real key,” she said, giggling along with him and letting him lean closer still to whisper in her ear. He still smelt musky and earthy from his game, and she quite enjoyed that--not that a good cologne didn’t delight her, too, of course it did. But there was something about the smell of a man that she genuinely appreciated. “Interesting, playful, fun. Not virtuous. Got it.” Cho giggled again and winked up at him.

“Almost a sport on its own, I’d imagine,” she mused. “How long can you look without getting caught? How many times? I assume there would be a points system of sorts.” Cho laughed, her cheeks flushing just slightly at his next words. “You’d like that very much, wouldn’t you?” she asked, keeping up her teasing. Just because she was willing didn’t mean that she didn’t want to make him work for it just a little.

“A proper waste,” she echoed, nodding her head and dragging a fingernail along his jawline. “And who are we to waste perfectly good alcohol? It seems a real pity, the two of us here in this bar when where’s so much in your cellar.”

#convo #cormac

cormac--mclaggen:

“I can promise you I am not boring. I’m the most interesting person I know honestly.” Smiling, he played with one of her strands of hair. Still running his eyes on her, he lifted them up to her’s when she mentioned being patient. Licking his lip, he shrugged. “Depends on the person, my mood, all sorts of things. Right now, I don’t think I’m feeling very patient.” His blood was still pumping from the game, and he was practically in heat. When he saw Cho in that dress he instantly knew what he wanted to do with her and he was getting more and more antsy with each second.

“Ah I see.” Grinning. “I won’t lie locker rooms were my favorite place as well. Lots of nice things to be seen in them.” Grinning as she ran her hand on his arm and squeezed his bicep. “What am I implying? What I’m implying is, I’d like to bring you home and let you touch whatever you want on me.” He decided to skip playing the word games now.

“Yeah, they’re used to it by now, so don’t worry about them.” Running a finger down her face, he held onto her chin for a few seconds, before letting go. “Well when you have about three hundred years worth of alcohol saved up in your cellar, it comes cheap.”

“The true tell of any interesting person is that they’ll go ahead and tell you how interesting they are,” she teased, laughing softly as his fingers toyed with her hair. Cho found herself glad that she’d taken the time to style it properly, now, as it was clearly being appreciated. She bit her lip gently when he licked his, raising her eyebrows playfully at his words. “They say that patience is a virtue,” she said, shrugging one of her shoulders. “But you don’t seem very virtuous to me, either.”

“And now who’s the peeping tom?” she asked, laughing louder this time. “Here you are accusing me and you’ve done the same thing. Shame on you.” Cho kept her fingers curled tightly around his arm, letting herself enjoy the feel of his muscles. She didn’t really have a type, didn’t discriminate much, but a man with muscles was one of her absolute downfalls. “Now, now, is that how you talk to a lady?” she teased again, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Then her voice dropped and she leaned in closer to him. “Trust me, though. I can think of plenty of places I’d like to touch.”

“Oh, I wasn’t worried about them,” she assured him. “More curious as to whether they’ll tease you later for this. My guess is they won’t, considering you’re about to leave with me and I’m about the best looking person in here.” Cho let him run his finger down her face, looking up and meeting his eyes when his fingers rested on her chin. “Three hundred years of alcohol? Seems like a waste to drink it all by yourself.”

#convo #cormac

cormac--mclaggen:

He laughed. “Boring, truth be told. Life would be boring without risk. And I don’t think either one of us are boring people.” Smiling again when she mentioned being sweet and then having fun. He grinned even more when she talked about what he saw as a kick. “We can be sweet and still have fun, the two don’t have to be exclusive.” Running his eyes up and down her figure. “All good things will be known in time.”

“Do you? Well then you’re in luck I’m not usually like this.” Raising an eyebrow. “Peeping tom eh? Naughty, naughty girl Ms. Cho Chang. Still that sounds hot.” He looked at her hand as she put in on his arm. “Give my arm a squeeze if you want, move it around a little if you want, get used to the goods.” Chuckling. “I do clean up nicely, you interested in helping me?”

Watching as she drank, he did the same after she was done, before answering her, letting the alchol move down his throat and into his system. “I’m here with the guys, this is where they wanted to go drinking tonight. But I let your pretty face pull me away. I think you’d make better company.” Nodding his head. “Right you are, cause I think I just found a diamond in the rough. And saving money on drinks is always a plus. Though if I wanted to save on drinks I would have stayed home.”

“Well, I know that I’m not boring. It remains to be seen for you, but I have a hunch.” She chuckled softly, watching his eyes take in her body--there was a reason that she’d worn this dress, after all. Cho had never had any issue with men looking at her body. If she couldn’t flaunt what she had, then what was the point? That rang even more true when she was going out on the town, spending her night in some bar or some club, trying to find someone to take her home for the night. This was that sort of dress, and she liked the way it felt on her almost as much as she liked the way his eyes felt on her. “Luckily, I can be patient,” she said, looking up at him again. “The question is, can you?”

“Not so much peeping as perusing,” she countered, shrugging a shoulder and smirking. “It just seemed a waste for no one to see. I was just doing my duty to humanity, if you think about it.” Cho took another mouthful of her drink, letting the tart cranberry sit on her tongue for just a moment before letting the alcohol warm her on the way down. As she did so, she curled her fingers more tightly against his arm, running her hand all the way up to his bicep and giving it a squeeze. “Why, Mr. McLaggen--what exactly are you implying?” Still smirking, her eyes turned back up to him.

“One pretty face and you’ve gone and ditched your friends?” Cho asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t that she was complaining--quite the opposite, actually. She’d been eye-catching enough to tear him away from a whole table of dudes regardless of the consequences. She did laugh--really laugh at his next statement. “Oh, no. If I want to save money on drinks, I go out. I’ll get drunk for half as much as if I had to buy all my own alcohol.”

#convo #cormac

cormac--mclaggen:

“Whatever I like, sounds like a dangerous game.” Grinning at her, Cormac leaned onto the bar. “I personally like something with a little kick, rather than it being sweet. But right now I think I’ll keep the lady happy by staying sweet, but like you said who knows what’ll happen as the night goes on. It go from sweet to well, to something else.”

Waving at the bartender, he told him that he wanted two more of what Cho had just ordered, before returning his attention to her. “Please do forgive me for my attire, and my smell. Just got out of a game you see, didn’t have time to make myself all nice and pretty like you.” There was no doubt some people would prefer him like this finding him more approachable.

“What brings you here anywhere? Don’t you think a pretty face like yours belongs at a nicer establishment then the Hog’s Head?”

Cho tucked her hair behind her ear as he flirted with her and dazzled her with smiles. This was her element, her happy place, almost. This was where she felt the surge of confidence and everything else melted away.

“A dangerous game, maybe,” she conceded. “But a fun one. What’s life without a little risk? We can stay sweet for as long as you like, but I guarantee it won’t be too long. Then we can really have some fun.” Cho arched her back, leaning her elbows on the bar and reaching for one of the two drinks that was set down before them. “I can’t wait to see just what you think a little kick is, though, I have to say.” Cho had never slept with Cormac in school, so she had no idea what she was in for, and she couldn’t say that she wasn’t excited by it.

He apologized for his smell and his attire, but she actually didn’t mind. Cho hadn’t come to the Hog’s Head expecting dress robes, and one of her very favorite things about Quidditch had always been the boys afterward. Hot and sweaty and pumping with adrenaline--she thrived on that energy, and so seeing him here, now, just after a game? Well, that was precisely what she’d been looking for. “No need to apologize,” she assured him, resting the fingers of her free hand on his forearm. “I like a man a little dirty. Why do you think I used to wait outside the locker rooms after the games until all the boys went in theirs? I didn’t want to miss the show. Although... I’m sure you probably clean up pretty nice, McLaggen.”

She took a sip of her drink, letting the alcohol relax her. It was almost Pavlovian at this point--the taste of the vodka had her muscles relaxing before the actual alcohol could take effect. “I could ask you the same question,” she replied easily, raising an eyebrow. “If you’re looking for diamonds, you’ve gotta look through the rough every now and again. Besides, I spend less on drinks, here. I don’t usually have to buy as many as... say, a nicer establishment.”

#convo #cormac

cormac--mclaggen:

Friday couldn’t have come fast enough, going through another week of work, almost drove Cormac insane. Filing reports and dealing once again with boring matters that couldn’t keep his interest. Still there were some aspects of the job he liked, and he could do a deal worse for a position in the world. It paid good, and let him keep up the lifestyle he was accustomed to. It also got him free tickets to Quidditch games, and let him rub elbows with some pretty famous faces in the game.

After work, he and his mates had decided to throw together a makeshift Quidditch game themselves, letting go of the stress and relaxing had seemed like a great idea, and it was. Cormac’s team managed to win their little get together, and now they were in the Hog’s Head throwing back drinks. Personally Cormac preferred The Three Broomsticks or The Leaky Cauldron as they were cleaner and had better wares, but this was where the majority vote fell tonight, and Cormac obliged.

Cormac was in jeans, and a t-shirt not his typical dress shirt and pant. On top of that he smelled like sweat not having the chance to shower after their game, his hair while still somewhat orderly was not in its usual pristine state. In times like this Cormac seemed like someone else to those who knew him from work, though he didn’t let this get in the way of doing what he loved most at bars. Picking someone up.

Grinning when he saw Cho Chang, a face from school that he recognized he quickly made his way over. “What are you drinking? I’ll get you another.”

She smirked to herself when she heard a male voice behind her--that hadn’t taken long at all, thankfully.

Typically, Cho would have a few on her own before approaching anyone. If no one had the courage to come up to her, her already being tipsy helped to break the tension. It was men like this, though, with a set of balls and the ability to actually talk to a pretty girl--men like this were the ones that she was really looking for on a night like this, and she drained her glass into her mouth before turning around to see what her new friend looked like.

It was Cormac McLaggen, someone who wasn’t a stranger by any means. They’d been in school together. Ordinarily, seeing someone from school on a night like this might have just ruined everything--more than once, Cho had gone out looking for company and ended up spending the entire night with the wrong company, sitting at the bar chit-chatting with some old female classmate or watching some cruel guy snicker at her from the back corner. This, though, was an entirely different scenario. If she was going to run into a schoolmate on a night out, there was a very short list of who she’d actually be happy to see--and Cormac certainly made that list.

“McLaggen,” she greeted, using his last name but purring it at him with no hint of animosity in her voice. Cho had never had a problem with Cormac in school, honestly, but she did know he’d had a bit of a reputation. “A vodka cranberry, actually, but,” she smiled, looking up at him and setting the glass back down on the bar. “You can get me whatever you like. I like to start off sweet and then... who knows?”

#convo #cormac

It was a Friday night, and by some miracle, Cho had managed to get off two days in a row.

Not only did that mean that she could go out--no, it meant that she could actually take the time to enjoy herself, to get ready and primp, not just take a quick shower and throw on something tight and revealing after work. It meant that she had time to relax, to take a hot bath and burn candles and do her hair and makeup slowly and carefully. There was something relaxing about getting ready for a night out when she had the time to do it properly, and it put her in the perfect mood for going out to a bar.

Typically, a weeknight was more common to find Cho out on the town, because it wasn’t so often that she got off on weekends. This night was a rarity, and one that she intended to enjoy. Going out on weekdays didn’t always offer the sort of good time that she was looking for, but a Friday night? It was perfect. And so she donned a short satin dress, one that felt smooth against her skin, and a pair of too-high wedges, and off she went with her bag slung over her shoulder, determined to keep her wand and her money (and her picture of Cedric) close. These were dangerous times, but that wouldn’t stop her from having fun.

Apparition took her to just outside the Hog’s Head, one of her particular favorites for this kind of outing--she was least likely to be seen by anyone from work here, and it was far enough from home. Cho slid daintily onto a bar stool, crossing one knee over the other. She smiled at the bartender when she got his attention. “Just a vodka cranberry to start off, thanks,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear as she spoke. As she waited for her drink to be delivered to her, Cho began to discreetly scope out just who else was here tonight.

#convo #open #sanctusopen #have a cho on the prowl lol

tracedavis:

She wasn’t having the best of mornings. Actually, what had happened was she’d gotten up in a rush because she thought she was late for her morning shift at the hospital but in reality- in reality… She had no shift at all. She’d mixed up her weeks (something she never did before), and there she was, leaving with her bed hair and probably too roused up to go immediately back to bed. There went a nice day of sleeping in. She wasn’t ever going to take a morning shift again.

To make things even better, a clear sky had suddenly turned gray, with little droplets of rain. Taking this as a sign that she really should just take a break from an already imperfect day, she popped into a cafe that was nearest to her right now. Tracey sighed heavily as she walked through the doors, a nice little jingle as she entered, signifying her existence to all of two occupants in the entire building. Perhaps the rest of the world was also fast asleep, enjoying a lovely morn habit of sleeping in. That sounded good right about now.

Her half asleep demeanor was probably something the staff saw often, barely murmuring out a coherent string of words. “Any tea that isn’t caffeinated would be lovely.” She leaned against the counter and glancing out at the weather before her eyes skimmed over the only customer in here. “Cho- is that you?”

Cho was pulled from her almost trance-like state by someone calling her name, and she slowly turned her head from the window to see who it was. Almost on instinct she lifted her cup, taking a long drink of her coffee as her tired mind processed who it was that was talking to her. Ah, yes. Tracey Davis. A mediwitch and a member of Dumbledore’s Army, she was someone who traveled in similar circles to Cho. Not only that, but Tracey was the person who had opened all of their eyes to the fact that not all Slytherins shared the same feelings about the war. It had been almost assumed that they’d operated on a hive mentality, all sharing one consciousness, and Tracey had reminded them all--Dumbledore’s Army, in particular--that that wasn’t the case. Cho actually quite admired Tracey for that bravery.

Still, being interrupted from her coffee after an overnight shift wasn’t Cho’s favorite thing, and so she only managed a weak smile. “Hello, Tracey,” she greeted, her voice soft and even. Another sip of coffee--she was going to need the caffeine. Luckily, Tracey didn’t look so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed herself, so perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought. “Would you care to join me?”

#convo #tracey

rogerisms:

Roger had fled from the apartment that he shared with Kyle ( who he always said was his roommate, because ‘i live with my father’s younger brother’ got him weird looks occasionally ) the moment that he had heard the first explosion. It had been a late night at the theatre for him and he didn’t sleep until half past three, so it was entirely reasonable that Kyle had waited with his alchemy experiments until eleven. Alchemy was based on trial-and-error according to Kyle and Roger would believe him on his word, but he knew nothing and didn’t want to know anything about it. However, that was why he dragged himself to the apparition point and walked into The Three Broomsticks minutes later. He ordered a cup of tea and sat himself down with the script from the next play and a marker to mark his lines. As always, his day hadn’t begun quiet and it didn’t seem like it would be that as the day continued. Just as Roger turned the first page someone joined him at the table. He took a sip from his tea and greeted whoever joined him afterwards. “Good morning,” he said, not able to suppress a yawn. “Or is it? Don’t tell me it’s midday already.” It was just as likely that he thought it was eleven while it would turn out to be twelve instead, Roger figured. He wasn’t a morning person by any means ( or well, not morning; after he just woke up ) and it was showing.

Sometimes, Cho just liked to spend the day in Hogsmeade.

Part of it was nostalgia. Hogsmeade weekends had always been her favorite days at Hogwarts, a time when the students got to leave the castle and mill about the village, shopping and talking and laughing together. It was a nice break, a small vacation from the stone walls of the castle. Besides, it was a time when they were moderately unsupervised, mostly left to their own devices, and Cho had always quite enjoyed it.

Part of it was comfort. Cho knew the village inside and out, each little shop and eatery. She could stroll without a worry or a care--she didn’t have to constantly look over her shoulder like she did in London. Things were quieter here, easier. Plus, she fancied the shops much more than the ones in Diagon Alley for the most part, and so when she had shopping to do or just needed a day away from the city, she’d come out to Hogsmeade for it.

After a bit of browsing and a couple of purchases, Cho decided to treat herself to a butterbeer. It was something that she didn’t drink regularly, but something about the nostalgia of the village had her craving the sweet drink. She made her way into the Three Broomsticks (she actively avoided the Hog’s Head most of the time, only going in when she was feeling especially brave) and ordered her drink, taking the mug in her hand and turning to find a table.

That was when she spotted Roger Davies. Of all the boys that she’d flirted with and dated in school, Cedric notwithstanding, Roger had been her favorite. He was easygoing and relaxed, the kind of person who could put her at ease with just a smile, and she actually felt herself blush a bit as she made her way over to his table. Cho chalked it up to the nostalgia and slid into the seat across from him and taking a swig of her drink. He yawned and greeted her, and Cho found herself chuckling fondly.

“It’s most definitely midday already,” she teased. “Still waking up, are we?”

#convo #roger

As much as she complained about them, Cho actually quite liked overnight shifts.

There was something about a hospital at night that was strangely comforting. During the day there were healers running all about, meals being served and patients going for tests and treatments and activities. Families filed in and out and the chatter filled up the rooms and the hallways until it seemed as though they would erupt with the noise.

At night, though, things were quiet. Most of the patients were sleeping, a few walked the halls. There was no real testing, no starting of treatments, no family visitors. It was peaceful, the steady beeping of heart monitors and the soft whooshing of breathing machines playing a melody that felt almost like a lullaby in the way that it soothed her. Cho often sat at the desk where the healers would stay, keeping her eyes and ears open for problems. It was nice, to be in the ward at night, especially in pediatrics. She really felt like she was making a difference when she comforted a terrified child or brought someone a drink of water in the night.

There was also something peaceful about getting off of work at seven o’clock in the morning, finishing her day just as everyone else was starting. Cho didn’t often work overnights, but on the nights when she did she enjoyed the strange feeling of finishing work first thing in the morning, and she had a ritual. Most people got off of an overnight shift and went straight home to bed, but Cho liked the dissonance too much. It gave her something to focus on, a strange new feeling that temporarily overrode the aching behind her sternum, and she liked to stretch it out a bit. That was why, every morning after she worked an overnight shift, Cho liked to go out for coffee.

And that was how she found herself in the little cafe that was empty save for her and the woman working the counter, sipping at a vanilla iced coffee and watching rain patter against the window, a pleasant weariness settling over her as she watched the world wake up.