harpiegracie:
Gracie folded her arms over her chest, fixing Louis with a pointed glare that always used to send her teammates running laps or doing whatever it was she had instructed them to do. Yet sadly, her narrowed eyes and stubborn stance had never worked quite as well on Louis; it was one of the reasons she liked him so much, she supposed, the fact that he challenged her when others just laid down and did what she wanted. “I am definitely flying to the wedding,” Gracie countered, gesturing down towards her dress. “I’ll mess this all up Apparating anyway, I may as well have fun getting there. And since you don’t trust me to not skip out on the wedding… I mean, you kind of have to go with me and make sure I go where I’m supposed to, don’t you?”
That ‘trademark’ glare of hers was met with an unimpressed eyebrow from the blonde man, escalating the conflict of expression between the two of them. It had been years and umpteenth times since Gracie had first tried to use that on him, yet she still did. He would never admit it - not even to himself - but there was something endearing about that. “Okay, wait up. No.” Louis shook his head vehemently, wagging his finger at her. Already he was making a move to get between the girl and her broom, just in case she started getting any ideas. “We have magic for that reason. I’ll un-mess your dress for you when we Apparate there.” Glancing back at the broomstick, Louis visibly shuddered and affirmed, “We are not flying there.”