I've never tried, and I don't have any plans to do so. [ James said simply, with the look of a child who had just been told their parents had sex evident on his features. Merlin, why had he brought up the topic? Terrible, terrible idea James, he scolded himself. Who wanted to think about that sort of thing? Not you, that's for sure. And Lily probably knew it, given the look she'd given him. The urge to refrain from poking out his tongue in (childish) retaliation would not subside, and instead, he pulled a face at his ever so charming girlfriend. ]
Really now Lily, it should be common knowledge that the four of us share the collective thoughts of one another.Bit of a hivemind developed, result from sharing a dorm with the lot of them. Enclosed spaces and the like.
[ He listened to her speech with a smile, though he did glance to the sides of them to assess the likelihood of them being overheard in the shop. He was pretty sure that Lily wouldn't go into too extravagant details (she wasn't the sort to just blab about things that were supposed to be secret anyways), and it didn't seem as though the other occupants would pay them any mind (they were two lovebirds having a bit of a flirty debate, that was all), but all the same... He shook his head. Best not to have those kinds of thoughts. Would hate to jinx them before they even got a chance to get out of the shop! Instead, he lowered his face and his voice, leaning a little bit closer to the redhead as he spoke. ]
As much as it might be nice to think that everybody in the wizarding community's the sort who can read beyond the words printed, like you love, unfortunately the majority of them are the sort that'll take what they're given for face value. Nothing we can really do about that, I'm afraid.
Let it all out Lily, throw it to the wind but do pay some mind to who's about. As our ever so charming mentor would say, we must practice "constant vigilance!" Never know who's ears might be pressed to the ground. The paper themselves might be listening, and who knows who might read whatever it is that they;d manage to spit out. Or what they'd do about it.
[ He cut himself off, brow creased with the worries that an eighteen year old should not have. The worst case scenario was something he did not want to imagine, and yet, it persisted in his mind. The horrific minefield that was his imagination did little to throw out his fears (influenced them more, if anything). ] Never mind that though. Now, where were- [ He was shaken out of his brief interlude into his own head by the sudden shift in his balance, the astoundingly heavy weight in his arms. Damn it, she'd taken him up on the offer, James thought as he hefted the mound of weight training she'd been carrying. Well, he supposed it was the boyfriend's duty to be the pack mule - his dad'd always carried the packages when they went in to shop as a family, so maybe it carried on throughout life. Maybe that was the primary function of the guy in a relationship. Was this what his mother's training had been preparing him for? What a terrifying thought, he mused. Smoothly, James bobbed himself in a parody of a bow, though the stack seemed like to tip if he actually attempted it. ]
Why Miss Evans, I'm ever so heartbroken - and here I thought your sister might actually like me somewhat. Does she have no trust in my sense of romance? How terrible the burden is, to prove her ever so wrong, is it not? However will I cope with this ever so obvious challenge of my ability as a man to woo my beloved?
[ Okay, he would admit that that was absolutely terrible. But, he'd said it all the same hadn't he - and at the very least she would get a good laugh out of the absurdity of it all. Burdened by the packages though, he could do nothing but whinge while her delicate hands moved so dexterously through his hair, tugging and pulling this way and that. Damn, that cheek of hers, he thought with a shit-eating grin as she moved away, shaking his head. Once upon a time, that would've been an unthinkable movement on Lily's part, and now, it seemed almost as natural to them as breathing. Well, maybe that was a little exaggerated. Okay maybe a lot exaggerated. Shifting his grip on the books, he followed the redhead out of the shop, gaze bouncing around the shopfronts for somewhere to have a pot. Where were the nice cafes in the area? Should they go muggle or magical? He only had wizarding coins on him though - he'd never really gotten used to the idea of pounds and Penelopes and the odd system that muggles had. And he'd been the one to suggest it - wouldn't do to have the girl pay for it all. ]
Did you have anywhere in mind for a spot of tea to be had, with your ever so loving boyfriend? Or should we go for a lick of something stronger? My treat, your choice yeah? What'll it be, Miss Evans?