Morgana Caverly

@m-caverly

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a moment to remember || morden

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Somehow just knowing Morgana was there and trying to calm him down was helpful. He took deep breaths and eventually moved to sit up so he could see her. He was in pain though when he moved. It hurt. He was cut up everywhere. Whatever that potion had been it sucked. “W-why are you here?” He asked. He wasn’t sure why Morgana was there or what time it was. “Is Madam Pomfrey around?” He asked. He needed some medicine or something because he couldn’t deal with the pain.

He occupied so little of the bed that she had initially found a spot to sit on, her dress already too crinckled for her to care about it anyway but when he moved to sit up, she immediately got up to her feet again to make him as comfortable as possible. The hair on her arms stood up when her feet once again touched the ground and she regretted not taking her shoes with her when she took them off. “Of course I’d be here.” she replied as if this was expected from her. “How could I just leave after finding you bleeding all over the corridor like that? It was... for Merlin’s sake... it was so bad.” she shook her head, trying to erase the memory and hesitantly looked at him again. “I thought I lost you.” she said quitly. “You were injured really bad.” she sighed and her hand found his for comfort though she wasn’t sure it she was trying to comfort him or herself more. “Are you in pain?” she asked worriedly when he asked for Madam Pomfrey. “Of course you are, silly me. I’ll find her.” she quickly said before Tilden could reply and ran off to find her. Not after too long, she was trailing behind Madam Pomfrey who was walking towards his bed.

a moment to remember || morden

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Morgana felt her heart sink into her stomach with his words. After what just happened he was saying he was sorry for not dancing? He was either weirder than he seemed or he was genuinely upset and somehow she would like the first better. She wanted to reach put to him and say she really enjoyed the kiss and he was actually surprisingly good at it but she knew it’d make things bad. Even when she said it was a mistake he got upset, if she said it was good he’d think it meant something. It didn’t. It couldn’t.

“Maybe next time.” she offered a weak smile. “See you around, cute face.” she mumbled under her breath but she doubted he could hear.

******

“He’s fine, Mo!” Morgana muttered to herself as she sat at the stairs. “He’s getting food and he’s probably happy with his food. You saw him, he was fine.” she repeated, fooling herself. She nodded, agreeing with herself and got up, ready to get back to the party. She had enough time to sober up, she needed to get drunk again. “Get drunk, find a girl, make out with her, find a boy, leave and shag him.” she instructed herself. “That’ll put you in a better mood.” she lied.

She was walking down the corridor when she saw something on the ground, which she quickly identified as a male laying. “You got too drunk, didn’t ya?” she giggled, lazily walking towards the boy but the closer she got, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The suit was too familiar. And in a moment her fear was multiplied how that familiar suit was ruined by blood. Excessive amounts of it…

“Tilden!” she screamed, running to his side despite her heels. She dropped to her knees, her heart racing in her chest. “No no no don’t be dead please please please no!” she repeated again and again, trying to check for a pulse. A relieved but shaky sigh left her lips as she felt it under her fingertips but tears started to run down her cheeks and her hair turned blue at the tips. “Tilden wake up, stay with me. Do you hear me? Tilden please!” she cried and got up, taking off her shoes and took out her wand. “Tilden wake up - wingardium leviosa - don’t die on me, please, we’re getting help.” she sobbed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Just a minute. Stay with me.” she talked as she ran towards the infirmary with a floating Tilden next to her. She hated injuries. She hated blood. She hated people getting hurt and ending up in hospital. Him bleeding and laying there unconscious was bringing back all the bad memories of Mickey and Morgana tried not to lose it for his sake. “Tilden don’t you dare die.”

Tilden went off to get some food and something to drink. It was all fun until he ran into Dorcas and Stefan. He’d told Dorcas about the kiss and then something unexpected had happened. Tilden wasn’t sure what that potion was or why Stefan had given it to him but now he was passed out on the ground and bleeding everywhere. When Morgana came by he was completely out and wouldn’t be awake for a long time.

*****

Due to how much blood he’d lost and the time it took to get out of his system, it took a long time for Tilden to wake back up. When he woke up he immediately let out a groan and curled up. He felt awful still. His head was throbbing and he felt weak. He closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He was scared and sore and he wasn’t sure what was going on.

Tilden only remained calm for a few seconds before he started freaking out as the memories of why he was here came back to him. Dorcas had given him a potion. A potion that was obviously not meant to cure someone who was drunk. It was meant to hurt, but if Tilden told anyone about it then Stefan would hurt the whole school. This quickly made Tilden’s breathing pick up. “No no no no no.” He mumbled quietly.

Morgana woke up with somebody else's groan but due to her anxious state, even in her sleep, she opened her eyes immediately. She was laying down on the bed next to Tilden's since Madam Pomfrey said she should at least get some sleep and let her use the empty bed after she refused to leave his side. Noone else was there with him and he was badly hurt and no way in bloody hell she was ever going to leave him there all alone. She jumped off the bed and her bare feet touched the cold floor, sending shivers through her body. He was curled up on the other side and couldn't see her but she rushed to his side anyway, gently placing a hand on his back. "Tilden, it's okay, it's fine, you're fine." she said softly, trying to calm him down. "I'm here. You're going to be okay. Everything's fine." she kept saying and rubbing his back. He wasn't a big guy to begin with but now curled up and wounded on a hospital bed, he seemed smaller, weaker, and Morgana hated to see the sight. She felt a pain in her own heart seeing him like that. Only if she could fix him right away, take all of his pain away... But she couldn't and all she could do was whisper stupid words in attempt to calm him down.

a moment to remember || morden

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Morgana could still picture that little smile on his face even though she had turned away from him. She wished she could move quickly so she didn’t have to hear him call out to her but unfortunately she was dizzy from the alcohol and the kiss and she would fall face first if she tried to run. She stopped at his words. Why did he have to beg her to stay? And how could she no to this boy? She turned around to face him, knowing too well he must be hurt and confused by her reactions - bloody hell, she was confused herself! She wasn’t one to care about kissing her friends, or strangers. She had so little boundaries and kissing him overstepped none. “Tilden…” she started, rubbing her palm against her forehead. “This was a mistake. I - you - I don’t think you’re a friend I can kiss and leave.” she sighed. He really wasn’t. He wasn’t like her. He wouldn’t kiss her and still be friend. He’d ask for more. He’d have feelings that Morgana wouldn’t return. Sure she dated time to time - when she was hung up on a person for a few weeks - but Tilden couldn’t do the casual dating. She just knew. He couldn’t. And he deserved better. “Forget this happened.” she shook her head in regret as she said. “This shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.” she apologized, finally letting herself to fully look at him. She never felt like taking advantage of a person before but with the idea of kissing Tilden, her friend who provided everything she needed - from homemade fudge to Herbology notes - she felt awful for doing it. She didn’t want him to have a broken heart.

Tilden felt relieved when she stopped because he needed to talk to her before she ran off. He wasn’t sure what else to say. His head was foggy and his thoughts were all over the place honestly. “Oh okay.” He said, nodding his head a little. It hurt that she thought it was a mistake. He hadn’t done anything wrong had he? His heart was pounding and he couldn’t think straight, but he didn’t want her to know he was upset. “Yeah. Alright. Sorry. I’m just. I’m just going to go get some food..” He said. “See you around Morgana. Sorry, we didn’t get a chance to dance.” He mumbled before turning around so he could go get some food or a drink to clear his mind. He needed to forget about his feelings for her. They were stupid. She’d never return them. She wasn’t into people like him. She was into people who were the exact opposite. He was just stupid for ever liking her.

Morgana felt her heart sink into her stomach with his words. After what just happened he was saying he was sorry for not dancing? He was either weirder than he seemed or he was genuinely upset and somehow she would like the first better. She wanted to reach put to him and say she really enjoyed the kiss and he was actually surprisingly good at it but she knew it'd make things bad. Even when she said it was a mistake he got upset, if she said it was good he'd think it meant something. It didn't. It couldn't.

"Maybe next time." she offered a weak smile. "See you around, cute face." she mumbled under her breath but she doubted he could hear.

******

"He's fine, Mo!" Morgana muttered to herself as she sat at the stairs. "He's getting food and he's probably happy with his food. You saw him, he was fine." she repeated, fooling herself. She nodded, agreeing with herself and got up, ready to get back to the party. She had enough time to sober up, she needed to get drunk again. "Get drunk, find a girl, make out with her, find a boy, leave and shag him." she instructed herself. "That'll put you in a better mood." she lied.

She was walking down the corridor when she saw something on the ground, which she quickly identified as a male laying. "You got too drunk, didn't ya?" she giggled, lazily walking towards the boy but the closer she got, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The suit was too familiar. And in a moment her fear was multiplied how that familiar suit was ruined by blood. Excessive amounts of it...

"Tilden!" she screamed, running to his side despite her heels. She dropped to her knees, her heart racing in her chest. "No no no don't be dead please please please no!" she repeated again and again, trying to check for a pulse. A relieved but shaky sigh left her lips as she felt it under her fingertips but tears started to run down her cheeks and her hair turned blue at the tips. "Tilden wake up, stay with me. Do you hear me? Tilden please!" she cried and got up, taking off her shoes and took out her wand. "Tilden wake up - wingardium leviosa - don't die on me, please, we're getting help." she sobbed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Just a minute. Stay with me." she talked as she ran towards the infirmary with a floating Tilden next to her. She hated injuries. She hated blood. She hated people getting hurt and ending up in hospital. Him bleeding and laying there unconscious was bringing back all the bad memories of Mickey and Morgana tried not to lose it for his sake. "Tilden don't you dare die."

a moment to remember || morden

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He was on a stool and she was standing so it perfectly level their heads, making it a lot easier for Morgana as she kissed him. She sighed into the kiss when she felt his lips moving against hers. She didn’t know what she was doing - or more like she didn’t know why she was doing it. She wasn’t one to lose against alcohol simply because she did what she wanted when she was sober anyway. So did that mean she was suppressing the urge of kissing Tilden? Her mind was hazy and her body was hot. She liked his soft lips against hers a lot and she seemed unable to stop. If anything, she slipped her tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against his as she stood between his legs.

It wasn’t until she had to part their lips in agony for some breath that she realized what just happened - what she did. She detached her body from his, stumbling backwards and almost falling but his arms that were still around her preventing the fall. She forcefully parted his arms too, though, taking two steps back, this time successfully. “Oh my goodness.” she said in horror, her eyes going wide. It didn’t make sense why she suppressed the urge to kiss Tilden, it didn’t make sense to kiss him and now it didn’t make sense why she was freaking out about kissing him. From the beginning this wasn’t Morgana. “I - I have to go.” she muttered, gathering her dress to move quickly and started to walk away.

Even with how long the kiss lasted, Tilden didn’t pull away. He didn’t feel like he wanted to or needed to and instead closed his eyes. He enjoyed the moment when their lips were together and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. He’d never actually felt like this before, but he liked it and didn’t want to be the one to break the kiss.

When she backed away he smiled slightly, before realizing that something was wrong and the smile went away. “Wait. Morgana!” He said, trying to get her to stay because they needed to talk. Why was she freaking out? She kissed people all the time. He’d seen it before. Why was she acting this way with him? He should have been the one freaking out because he had actual feelings for her that never seemed to fade away. “Please don’t go.” He said, moving to stand up from the spot he was sitting so he could follow after her. “Morgana. Please.” He muttered, stopping and looking upset for a moment. Had he done something wrong? Was it his fault she was walking off or was there something wrong with her?

Morgana could still picture that little smile on his face even though she had turned away from him. She wished she could move quickly so she didn't have to hear him call out to her but unfortunately she was dizzy from the alcohol and the kiss and she would fall face first if she tried to run. She stopped at his words. Why did he have to beg her to stay? And how could she no to this boy? She turned around to face him, knowing too well he must be hurt and confused by her reactions - bloody hell, she was confused herself! She wasn't one to care about kissing her friends, or strangers. She had so little boundaries and kissing him overstepped none. "Tilden..." she started, rubbing her palm against her forehead. "This was a mistake. I - you - I don't think you're a friend I can kiss and leave." she sighed. He really wasn't. He wasn't like her. He wouldn't kiss her and still be friend. He'd ask for more. He'd have feelings that Morgana wouldn't return. Sure she dated time to time - when she was hung up on a person for a few weeks - but Tilden couldn't do the casual dating. She just knew. He couldn't. And he deserved better. "Forget this happened." she shook her head in regret as she said. "This shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." she apologized, finally letting herself to fully look at him. She never felt like taking advantage of a person before but with the idea of kissing Tilden, her friend who provided everything she needed - from homemade fudge to Herbology notes - she felt awful for doing it. She didn't want him to have a broken heart.

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“Hey! Why are you stopping? This is a night to dance!” Morgana said enthusiastically and grabbed the person’s hands, dragging them to the floor. She was only a little bit tipsy.

“Please let me go!” Roni said, jerking her arm away from this girl. “You need some serious help.”

"Hey! No need to be rude! I was being friendly." Morgana pouted, feeling put down. "And you need someone to take that stick off of your arse." she retorted.

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“I know, right?” she wiggled her brows at him upon his comment. “Oh is that so, Bones?” she asked, stepping closer to him? “Why don’t we decide that? With a kiss-off?” she quirked a brow, her gaze landing on his lips.

“That is so.” he smirked when she stepped closer to him. “Sometimes I wonder why we go about with our bantering, it almost always ends like this.” he said before he closed the little distance between then, pressing his lips to hers.

Morgana happily kissed him, a smirk present on her lips as she did so. "Because it's more fun this way." she replied when she pulled back for a moment and returned to the kiss, her arms snaking around his back. "Don't tell me you're complaining."

a moment to remember || morden

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Doing nothing wasn’t really for Morgana. She was always in action, always moving, always up to something. And sitting there, watching people dance while she was immobile, it moved something in her. Her body, to be specific, was craving for something it shouldn’t and she desperately looked around for a drink. She was past the point of caring drinking somebody else’s abandoned drink and to her luck, there was one on a table very close to her. She jumped off of the stool, muttering a “I’ll be right back.” to Tilden and stumbled her way to the half glass of whatever. “Bottoms up, Caverly!” she encouraged herself as she tipped the glass all the way, draining the liquid which turned out to be firewhiskey.“Hey don’t give me that look.” she pouted once she was back to Tilden, reading his expression as disapproval. But maybe she was wrong, afterall she wasn’t the most sober person in the crowd. But whatever that expression was, good or bad, she wanted it gone and the next thing she knew his face was between her palms, and she was leaning in. It really was just a moment of weakness when she closed her eyes and kissed him.

Tilden stayed quiet, just watching others dance as they sat there. Watching others was just as fun as dancing sometimes, especially when people were actually good at it. The moment Morgana got up his attention was fixated back on her though and before he had a chance to reply she’d already gone to get a drink. Tilden didn’t really mind that, but she was already drunk and he didn’t exactly think she needed anything more in her system right now but he wasn’t going to be able to stop her, even with his disapproving look which she seemed to have caught. The next part though was totally unexpected. He’d never thought Morgana would actually kiss him, but when she did he kissed back, closing his eyes as his cheeks turned bright red.

He was on a stool and she was standing so it perfectly level their heads, making it a lot easier for Morgana as she kissed him. She sighed into the kiss when she felt his lips moving against hers. She didn't know what she was doing - or more like she didn't know why she was doing it. She wasn't one to lose against alcohol simply because she did what she wanted when she was sober anyway. So did that mean she was suppressing the urge of kissing Tilden? Her mind was hazy and her body was hot. She liked his soft lips against hers a lot and she seemed unable to stop. If anything, she slipped her tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against his as she stood between his legs.

It wasn't until she had to part their lips in agony for some breath that she realized what just happened - what she did. She detached her body from his, stumbling backwards and almost falling but his arms that were still around her preventing the fall. She forcefully parted his arms too, though, taking two steps back, this time successfully. "Oh my goodness." she said in horror, her eyes going wide. It didn't make sense why she suppressed the urge to kiss Tilden, it didn't make sense to kiss him and now it didn't make sense why she was freaking out about kissing him. From the beginning this wasn't Morgana. "I - I have to go." she muttered, gathering her dress to move quickly and started to walk away.

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“Don’t remind me. Turns out he’s missing the ball for Rayvn. Can you believe it?” Mo huffed in annoyance. “My guess would be not as much as I need.” she amended.

“Wait, seriously?” he laughed. “Okay, your brother needs to sort out his priorities, did he hit his head somewhere?” He rolled his eyes a little when she corrected him. “Fine, go on, keep drinking. I know I hate it when someone stops me from drinking as much as I want.”

"Yup." she nodded and pursed her lips so she wouldn't say anything too bad. "Wait, really? You'll let me drink?" she asked and grinned. "What's gotten into you and what did you do to Stefan Nott?"

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“Why does everyone ask this?! I drank some!” she complained. “This - Woah!” she exclaimed as she almost fall. “Thank Merlin for prince charming for preventing this horrible fall.” she giggled, looking up at him when he caught her. “Clearly you didn’t drink as much as me.”

“Because you’re obviously not giving us a correct answer. You did not drink just some..more like a lot.” He chuckled quietly, hands moving to rest on her hips. “Well, I’m always available to help damsels in distress.” Todd mumbled. “No I did not. But I’m getting there.”

"Rubbish! So what if I drank a lot? It's not like I'm doing something embarrassing, like kissing you out of the blue - on a second thought, that wouldn't be embarrassing, it'd be fabulous." she giggled. "Well then, legs go get more drinks!"

“Hey! Why are you stopping? This is a night to dance!” Morgana said enthusiastically and grabbed the person’s hands, dragging them to the floor. She was only a little bit tipsy.

“Because I am a terrible dancer”

"Nothing I can't handle." she shrugged, dancing with him. "Being a good dancer doesn't mean you'll have fun either - and what I'm looking is fun which you seem to have."

a moment to remember || morden

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“You’re cute when you blush.” Morgana noted with a cheeky smile and put her hand on his jaw, her thumb caressing his cheek for a moment before she slid her hand to rest on his chest. It was comfortable to just stood there with him so she knew she wouldn’t mind dancing either. “Just let me breath for a few minutes, cute face. Then I’ll be recharged and ready to dance!” she said enthusiastically. “Oh pshh, I’m sure you’re not that bad. Besides, you’ll be dancing with me - I’m a good lead when it comes to it.” she bragged and she dragged him away from the dance floor to sit down on a stool, making him ait down as well. “Are you enjoying the night, Tilden?” she asked, her head resting on his shoulder as they sat side by side.

Tilden went to say something but immediately stopped himself. He couldn’t say that or it would make things too awkward between him and Morgana so, for now, he kept his mouth shut. “Sounds great.” He said, smiling. He was glad she didn’t mind dancing with him. He really wanted to dance with her. “I mean I’m not as bad as Hugo. That poor boy keeps stepping on everyone’s toes.” He said. “And yeah. I am. Especially now.” He said, glancing over at her and smiling a bit. He really was enjoying himself, her being around just made the night better.

Doing nothing wasn't really for Morgana. She was always in action, always moving, always up to something. And sitting there, watching people dance while she was immobile, it moved something in her. Her body, to be specific, was craving for something it shouldn't and she desperately looked around for a drink. She was past the point of caring drinking somebody else's abandoned drink and to her luck, there was one on a table very close to her. She jumped off of the stool, muttering a "I'll be right back." to Tilden and stumbled her way to the half glass of whatever. "Bottoms up, Caverly!" she encouraged herself as she tipped the glass all the way, draining the liquid which turned out to be firewhiskey. "Hey don't give me that look." she pouted once she was back to Tilden, reading his expression as disapproval. But maybe she was wrong, afterall she wasn't the most sober person in the crowd. But whatever that expression was, good or bad, she wanted it gone and the next thing she knew his face was between her palms, and she was leaning in. It really was just a moment of weakness when she closed her eyes and kissed him.

“Hey! Why are you stopping? This is a night to dance!” Morgana said enthusiastically and grabbed the person’s hands, dragging them to the floor. She was only a little bit tipsy.

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“I am stopping to get another drink, Mo.” she said grabbing a glass off the table before going with her. “You’re more drunk than me.” she giggled as they began to dance.

"Oh get me one too, please!" she called out. "Oh pshh, I'm not drunk yet." she said to get friend with a shrug.

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“That’s why you’re the best!” she giggled in happiness as they started to dance. “Oh I don’t know. I didn’t count.” she shrugged carelessly.

“Where’s your brother, I didn’t see him around.” he said laughing a little at her words. “My guess would be more than you should.” he teased, which was rich coming from him. But he was sober that night and had all rights to make comments on those who weren’t.

"Don't remind me. Turns out he's missing the ball for Rayvn. Can you believe it?" Mo huffed in annoyance. "My guess would be not as much as I need." she amended.

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“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t want you to disappear for a drink and never come back.” she said with a pout. “Oh someone’s a little eager to dance.” Morgana smirked, loving the way she moved against her nonetheless. Quickly, they fell into a nice rhythm, dancing freely and their bodies close to each other. “I really want to kiss you right now but also I’m not sure if the audience would like it.” she giggled.

Doris laughed, nodding in agreement. Morgana knew her too well. “Maybe I just like the way your body feels pressed against mine.” She whispered in the girl’s ear, her voice thick with her sexual frustration, but the idea of Nick seeing them stopped her from encouraging the girl to kiss her. “Maybe we can keep it light for them. Or is there someone specific that you’re worried might see us?”

Morgana moaned softly at her feel and words, growing frustrated herself. "You're such a tease!" she whined but smiled nonetheless. She stepped away a little to allow some air and space between them so maybe it'd be easier to resist her urges. "Not me." she shook her head and a smirk graced her face. For you. I've seen Nick and the way you seem to be unable to look away from where he's standing." she said and tsked. "Trouble in paradise, Dory?"

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m-caverly:

“Well, bi people are usually more fun and you’re saying you’ll have them? That’s not fair! And also, I do deserve kisses even more than you do.”

“Well, of course they are. We are prime examples.” he winked. “No way you deserve to be kissed more than be, I could never accept that, Mo. Nuh - uh.”

"I know, right?" she wiggled her brows at him upon his comment. "Oh is that so, Bones?" she asked, stepping closer to him? "Why don't we decide that? With a kiss-off?" she quirked a brow, her gaze landing on his lips.

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“No! You’re here now and you gotta dance!” she whined, holding his hands while she danced. “Come on! I don’t care about your outfit, you’re still handsome, I want to have some fun with my brother.”

“I don’t dance, you know this.” He said, though he was unable to help the smile that was on his lips. “Fine, Mo. Just one dance, all right? Then I got to get back to Rayvn.”

"Not even for your little sister?" she pouted until he agreed to dance. "Rayvn?" she blurted, her brows furrowing and feeling jealous and angry for a moment. "I didn't know you got that close with him again..." she trailed. "I don't like you hanging out with him. He... He can't protect you from the bad. You deserve someone who can." she shook her head.

“Hey! Why are you stopping? This is a night to dance!” Morgana said enthusiastically and grabbed the person’s hands, dragging them to the floor. She was only a little bit tipsy.

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“How much have you had to drink?” Todd laughed though he didn’t fight the girl as she pulled him along. “Whoa, careful there.” He mumbled, catching the girl quickly as she tripped.

"Why does everyone ask this?! I drank some!" she complained. "This - Woah!" she exclaimed as she almost fall. "Thank Merlin for prince charming for preventing this horrible fall." she giggled, looking up at him when he caught her. "Clearly you didn't drink as much as me."

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