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C O R Y Hufflepuff. Seeker. Melomaniac.

[corymulpepper]

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

The remainder of the evening felt as natural as falling asleep after a long and tiresome day—but Daphne wasn’t lethargic. In fact, she was certain she had never felt this alive before in her entire two decades of life. It was an intoxicating feeling, after living dormant for so long. Finally getting a taste of what life could be like if Daphne could be brave enough. 

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[corymulpepper]

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“You can show me later,” Daphne declared. The confidence dripping in her voice sounded foreign, but she liked the way it tasted. In fact, she liked this version of herself. She liked Cory, even if she wasn’t supposed. “I like kissing you,” she admitted. 

In a swift motion, and with ease (thanks, Quidditch arms), Cory was able to lift Daphne and move her to her back. “I don’t mind you either.” Cory didn’t resist hovering over the petite brunette, biting the corners of her lips to fight a smile. Fighting anything was useless, though.  And so she dove back in, for another long and sought after kiss.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Daphne groaned, followed by a giggle. “Don’t remind me.” Still sitting on Cory’s lap, she moved in closer to let their lips meet. “Oh? What’s that?” She felt silly and—most notably—giddy. Did every girl’s lips feel like floating among clouds, or was Cory Mulpepper that special? Regardless of the answer, Daphne didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. 

“Mmm,” Cory pulled away, licking her lips. She no longer tried to hide her enjoyment -- it was too challenging in Daphne’s presence. It was too hard to be anyone but herself in this familiar hotel. “I was going to tie the sundae’s cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, but...” She leaned forward, to close the gap between them again. “I think I’d be an idiot to now.”

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Daphne couldn’t help but laugh. No, the ladies from home certainly did not slice open bottles with knives nor straddle impossibly cute girls in Dublin hotel rooms. They were probably off nibbling on cucumber sandwiches and ensuring their silverware was polished flawlessly. “Hardly. Mark Thatcher taught me at a garden party a couple of summers ago.” She found his company rather boring, not like the witch in front of her. “And I’ve managed not to slice my hand off yet.” 

“Mark Thatcher sounds like a catch. I bet he wore boat shoes and a cardigan draped around his neck.” At that, a hand travelled up and sat lightly at the back of Daphne’s neck. “You’ve taught me something. I think it’s only fair I do the same.”

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“Flung from space,” Daphne giggled as she moved onto the bed, sloppily pouring champagne into the glasses. She landed on Cory’s lap, impressed and shocked by her own forwardness. “And landed in Bayswater.”

“Do all the girls from Bayswater know how to do that?” Cory’s hand went to Daphne’s hip, holding her still. The forwardness of it all, attracting her all the more.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Daphne rolled her eyes but accepted the compliment none the less. In fact, in nearly made her blush. Nearly. She kept her mind focused on the task at hand, and with one swift motion, she sliced off the top of the champagne. The twinkling liquid burst from the top, bubbling everywhere. Daphne’s laughter drowned out the sound as she held up the bottle triumphantly. 

“And that’s how you open a champagne bottle.” 

Cory’s face was kept cool and even, not even a brow raising, but on the inside, she could feel her heart practically beat out of place. “Voila,” she let out sarcastically. But then, something got the best of her, and she had to ask, “Where the hell are you from?”

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

With the bottle of champagne in one hand and a knife in the other, she turned to face Cory as a wide grin cracked across her face. “Will you share any final words, Danny Z?” 

“Hot dress,” All Cory could do was smirk. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to get up and grab Daphne right then and there. Quirky thing, she was.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“Did you grow up around here?” Daphne asked as she watched the other witch collect their goodies. “I do, with a knife and everything.” She pointed her wand at the cutlery and transfigured it into a larger knife. “Pass me that bottle, will you?”

“Not too far away.” Cory shared that much information, passing over the bottle of champagne. She then plopped onto the bed on her belly, resting her chin to her fists as she watched the show in front of her unfold.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

As Daphne entered the hotel room, her gaze drifted across the furniture. “It’s certainly… Charming.” 

“It wasn’t even this fancy a few years ago.” Cory ran a single finger across the top of the writer’s desk in the corner. Dust coated her fingertip and she chuckled. “Nice.” After a knock at the door, she collected their items from room service. “I don’t suppose you know how to open a champagne bottle.” Cory did. But she wanted to see this.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“Gosh, no.”

“Good. That shit’ll fuck you up.” Just ask her sense of smell that hardly existed anymore. Cory sauntered towards their door, peaking over her shoulder with a sly grin. She pushed the door inside and allowed Daphne to walk ahead of her. It wasn’t the life of luxury, no, but it was nice. And it would do.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Daphne wrapped her arm around Cory’s as she let herself be lead to a room, excitement practically radiating off of her. “I may have been a little overindulgent, but an evening away without champagne is a sad evening.” 

“The girls I know who order bubbly, get it to go with their coke. Is that the kinda girl you are?” Cory narrowed her eyes, pressing the up button on the elevator wall.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“Maybe a bottle of champagne, too?” At this point, they were being indulgent and Daphne cared little. She hand’t a clue what was happening, but she wanted to live this evening to the fullest without any ounce of shame. 

Cory almost ordered strawberries. Had they been more in season and this wasn’t on Daphne’s tab, she might’ve. Her fingers curled around their room key, beckoning Daphne towards the elevator with a single digit and a knowing grin.

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Daphne handed over a thick stack of cash over to the attendant before stowing away her wallet once more. “We’d like the nicest room you have, please. Preferably if it has a 1 and 3 in it.” She leaned in closer to Cory. “For today’s date, the 13th.” She didn’t have a favorite number per say, but 13 seemed as good as any, even if it was supposedly unlucky. 

Cory made no mention that it happened to be her favorite number. She happened to enjoy its reputation, that it was unlucky. It had always served her right. Look at today, even. They were told number thirteen, on floor two, was available. And that it had a bed, a shower, and the works. None of that mattered. Although, of course, a bed sounded nice. “We require two large hot fudge sundaes, asap, by the way. I’m sure room service can handle that simple request.”

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

Almost perfect, Daphne nearly spoke. Almost, almost, almost. That seemed to be the general theme when it came to her encounters with Cory Mulpepper. Almost, but never quite something. “It’s my treat, Danny Z,” she added as she fished into her bag for a wallet. She always carried muggle and wizarding money with her. 

Cory was busying thinking of ways to swindle the hotel out of money by not having to pay, when Daphen offered. A plump, cheery faced red headed man behind the counter greeted them with a wave. She didn’t recognize him and figured that, yes, the staff had been turned over once new owners came in years ago. She fought a frown and instead focused on Daphne, who seemed to warm Cory’s cheeks without trying. Annoyingly so. “Pick your favorite number. We’ll take that room.”

[corymulpepper]

daphnedavenport​:

“I thought you hated Sandy?”

“And you think Danny’s a right prick. I think it’s oddly fitting.” The prick and the priss. She could’ve laughed, if she wasn’t so nostalgic. She’d been transported back staring at the hotel’s décor. They approached the front desk.