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"you're remarkable." "thank you for remarking on it." --- Felicity Smoak. Fourth year Ravenclaw, resident tech nerd.

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Exit Strategy | Felicity and Eleven

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Eleven was so sure that she wasn’t going to follow, but before he could stop her, Felicity was slipping into the classroom and shutting the door. Now they were shut in a classroom with a boggart, and the loom of at least detention on the outside.

“Are you insane?! Why would you –?” There was a snarling bark from the boggart behind them, and then a pounding on the door in front of them, and Eleven looked like he was about to strangle the Ravenclaw girl in front of him. “I thought you were smart?!” 

Sighing dramatically, he spun on his heel and flung his wand out at the boggart, stunning it and sending it flying into a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. He was mumbling to himself. “Guess I can’t expect much when not everyone can be as smart as myself….” 

Another swift movement and he had pulled his sweater sleeves up, ready to get down to business. The knocking on the door grew. “We know you’re in there, and we are going to give you a chance to come clean before we break you out ourselves!”

Rolling his eyes, he motioned for the girl to come away from the door (why was she still just standing there?) and then yanked a key out from beneath his neckline. The Gryffindor put the key to his lips and muttered something incomprehensible, his eyes lighting up as the key began to glow. 

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Felicity scowled a little when Eleven snapped at her, hands clenching. “Because there’s someone about to come and get us both in a lot of trouble, and you know, I’d rather worry about a boggart than a boggart and one million years dungeon!” It took everything in her to not stamp her heel, her frustration radiating off of her nonetheless.

The smart comment (or rather, implying she wasn’t smart) was the last straw. “You know what? What do you expect when you just run around, being all weird, and just--” She cut herself off, moving away from the door to watch the glowing key. “So... What’s with the glowing key? Since we’re, y’know, in the middle of a crisis. And all. We’re just. Hanging out with a key that glows. Why not.”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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He was getting into his family. Normally, Eleven was perfectly find with flaunting his family about, but for some reason, the idea of Felicity knowing about his past made his stomach churn. But why should she care? Maybe she did care. What if she didn’t care? That shouldn’t affect him as it did, but as he rambled inwardly (and therefore leaving her without an answer,) he felt his stomach dropping and flipping like it was on a carnival ride - and not one of the fun ones.

“Erm….sorry! Yes, what? Wait.” The Gryffindor blinked quickly and almost let go of her hand before tightening his grip. Her question caught up to him.

“Oh, sister. Right. Sorry, right. No….guh…let me start over.” Where his hands getting sweaty? Hurriedly, Eleven let go of Felicity’s hand and shoved both of his own into the pockets of his costume, trying to act cool in the process.

“So…no. I don’t have eleven siblings - erm, that I know of. It’s…a long story. One that can be shortened by saying that myself and my brothers are orphans that were separated into order to be more easily adopted, and we were scattered. None of us - so far - have any memories earlier than our parent’s deaths –” (Not completely true, but not completely false either) “–and the ministry has absolutely rubbish imagination, hence the numerical names. My sister is not a biological sister, but another orphan that my foster family had adopted before me. Her name’s Idris, and she’s a muggle. My foster father is a wizard, and mum’s a Muggle.” 

Clearing his throat quickly, one hand went nervously to the back of his neck, where he tugged at the hairs at the base of his neck. 

“I guess that wasn’t so much of a short story either.”

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The loosened grip made her almost pull away, but then he was holding her hand tighter than before, and it made her step a little closer. His floundering was cute, though, and she couldn’t help but smile at him as he stammered. “No rush,” she teased softly, suddenly very glad she’d come to the dance.

She listened without comment as he rambled about his sister, nodding a few times quietly. It was sort of interesting to hear, honestly--and his foster sister sounded pretty cool. “I mean, I guess that makes sense, in the most bureaucratic way possible. Not optimal, but... Weird and overly sensible.”

Every time he had another nervous tic, her smile grew, and she definitely didn’t mind that her hand was still in his. “No, no, you’re fine. It’s interesting, I like to hear about it. Is Idris why you like tech stuff?”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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Eleven blinked at her. Gadgets. Gadgets! RIGHT.

“Gadgets…right. What sorts of gadgets are your favorite?” The dancing into the next song started up around them and the Gryffindor tried to backpedal out of that line of thinking while backing off of the dance floor at the same time. It’s just…she had been just…staring at him and…her hand was still in his and…

They had almost made it off of the dance floor when the blond boy tripped over the leg of a chair and flailed horrendously to keep his balance. He almost pulled Felicity over with him, but then righted himself at the last moment, giving the girl a beaming grin as if nothing had happened.

“Gadgets! ….erm…like…oh I don’t know. My sister is pretty good with them…ish. I mean, she’s no computer scientist, but she likes the ideas behind lots of inventions. Of course, she became SO ANGRY when I would show her a bit of magic that would do exactly what she had spent a month trying to figure out…” 

Eleven cleared his throat, bringing Felicity to the far wall, and not even sure why. He leaned against it, biting on his lower lip and watching her again, his hand still in hers.

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“I, um...” She was stumbling over her words almost as much as he’d stumbled over his feet as they made their way off the dance floor. “I really like computers, actually. I’ve built two back home, they’re really fascinating, actually!” The opportunity to talk about it was really exciting, and she couldn’t wait to tell him more about it. When he flailed, though, she stifled a laugh, hoping he didn’t tug her down with him (and, secretly, sort of hoping he did).

“Gadgets,” she agreed, following him once he was back on his feet. “I, uh. I love gadgets, and--you have a sister?” Her head tilted a little--she had no idea how many siblings Eleven had, but she knew it was at least a few. “I mean, I know you have at least, like, two brothers, and I’m assuming by the names there’s, well, eleven of you. But. I don’t really know.” She smiled a little as he leaned against the wall, standing close to him. “But, um. Is your sister not a witch?”

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Exit Strategy | Felicity and Eleven

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A lap dog. A squeaky lap dog. Eleven thought it was more adorable than funny, but he managed his part of the deal and chuckled at the small thing as it hopped about them like a ridiculous chew toy. It was only when the little dog started bleeding from a sudden wound on it’s back leg that the Gryffindor knew it was time to start high-tailing it.

With a swift movement of an arm, Eleven flung the classroom door open, the crash reverberating down the dark corridor. They would only have a small window to get in and out before someone else came poking about because of the noise.

“Hey you - chew toy! This way!” The little dog growled and floated into a foggy as it followed Eleven into the room, and the boy only hoped that Felicity would have the mind to stay outside of the classroom instead of following.

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Felicity giggled softly as it bounced around, that look of fear finally leaving her face. But then--the little thing was bleeding, and Eleven was running into the classroom. The noise made her jump, enough that she nearly fell over in the corridor. “Hey, are you--”

She cut herself off, watching uncertainly. On one hand, she wanted to run in and help. But... That seemed like a bad idea. A very bad idea. No good at all. But then she could hear something, footsteps or a voice, maybe, and... Okay, getting caught was probably worse, somehow. With a muttered swear, she slipped into the classroom, yanking the door shut. “Someone heard the door!”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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“Tripping? Pfffft…” He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes, perhaps too much. “More like….jazzing it up. But it you don’t want it to be exciting - would rather stick to the rules, then that’s fine with me.” 

Eleven fell silent then, swallowing thickly and trying to focus on the steps that were going on, one hand at her waist and the other in hers. She had small hands, he noted, and she had painted her fingernails. Had she always had her finger nails painted? Why did he care?

The song finally came to an end, and Eleven cleared his throat, not sure where to go from here. Giving the blonde a nod of his head, he stared at her expectantly, as if perhaps she would have ideas, or maybe at least start up another line of conversation beyond dancing skills. 

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“Tripping,” she repeated, smiling. “And I kinda do, because I have no clue how to dance, and I don’t wanna mess up.” She laughed softly, cheeks a little pink as silence fell. It was tough, and she was doing everything in her power to not keep glancing down at her feet. Instead, she caught her lip with her teeth, eyes trained on his face. His hand was warm on her waist, and it felt huge and just so nice.

When the song ended, she lingered, unsure of whether to pull away or not. “I, uh.” She kept looking at him, stilling uncertainly. “You--should we keep dancing, maybe? Or, um...” It was hard to think of something to say, and she couldn’t figure out why. It just... Was. He was standing there, looking at her, and he was cute. Which--oh. Oh no. She didn’t need that. “Uh, so you were saying, um. Gadgets?”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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The Gryffindor huffed, but fell silent, tightening his grip on her as they continued to dance. He wasn’t embarrassed. There was no reason why he should even care what those around him should think about him. He would do as he wished, and if people thought he was weird, well then it was their loss. 

Then why was his face red?

Staying silent, perhaps a bit in the sulking range, Eleven continued to dance with the Ravenclaw, letting himself go a little in the music so that perhaps he could get rid of this….whatever this was, in his chest. It was uncomfortable.

“You’re doing well, considering that you haven’t looked down at your feet in the last 20 or so turns,” His chest was tight, and he was having a hard time thinking of anything to say to the girl in his arms - erm - his hands - ehm…the girl he was dancing with. Felicity. Yes.

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It was all she could do not to huff right back, her slight scowl matching his as they moved. She was enjoying this dance way more than she was willing to admit, but... He was being snarky, and she liked that, too, but she was trying not to. She was really trying not to.

But she couldn’t help but think he was cute as he sulked and blushed. It made her chest feel strange, and hope her palms weren’t as clammy as she was worried they were. His words were--almost a compliment? Close enough? Maybe. “Well, thanks,” she said, voice a little dry. “I’m doing a little better now that you’re not tripping.” Even with the teasing, her lips pulled into a little smirk. “You’re not a bad dancer, actually.”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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“It’s alright, Most Americans are rude.” Eleven had meant it to be a joke, but it actually came out rather short, and he cleared his throat, and started to move with the girl as the music started. 

A couple of times of looking down at her feet made the boy smile, and he moved his hand from around her waist to turn her chin back up to him. “Hey Roo, eyes up - look at me.” His hand returned to her waist. “Looking down at your feet throws everything off completely, so just keep your eyes with me.” He gave her an encouraging smile, and tried his best to lead her so that she wouldn’t feel so out of place.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Smaok - a lot of life is comprised of just acting like you know what you are doing. These songs are generally in a time of 3 - with the strongest beat on 1. So make your dramatic turn on 1 -” He turned her around him, as did the rest of the room, “- and just feel what’s going on around you.” 

The Gryffindor’s feet were tangled for a small moment, and he stumbled, clearing his throat and quickly righting himself, even though his face was now red. “And if you mess up - just act like it was part of the dance. Nobody will know the difference.” 

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Felicity frowned a little, looking less than amused. “And so are Englishmen, apparently.” She shifted a little as he cleared his throat, but then they were moving and past the brief awkwardness.

Her cheeks went pink as he tilted her head back up, and she tried to smile a little as they made eye contact again. “Okay,” she murmured. “I’ll try. I’m just not really good at this, never really had a chance to dance with someone before, and... Yeah.” She tried not to stumble, physically or verbally, as they kept dancing.

“Well, I’m used to actually knowing what I’m doing, so--” Her words cut off abruptly as they turned, and she barely kept her feet under her. “I’m really not used to this,” she mumbled, hand tightening on his for a brief second as she got herself together.

His stumble nearly knocked her over, causing her to stumble back a little, but she managed to stay upright. “Sounds like a good plan,” she said, grinning now that he was blushing for once. “Except people might suspect something when you get all embarrassed like that.”

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Exit Strategy | Felicity and Eleven

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Even as Felicity was speaking, the boggart locked onto her, and whirled about in another rush of air and magic, quickly changing back into that adorable kangaroo. Eleven still wasn’t sure why it was her worst fear, but for a small moment, he almost stepped in front of her so that she wouldn’t freak out.

“Felicity, I think we can trap it in a classroom here off to the left, but you’re going to have to deal with it here for a moment while I made sure that we can trap it properly. Can you do that for us?” He turned on his heel, looking the blonde in the eyes with his hands on her shoulders, the sounds of a giant animal coming up behind him. At least it didn’t sound in a hurry.

“Come on, Felicity, show me what a Ravenclaw is made of.”

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She flinched when the boggart transformed into another gigantic kangaroo, feeling herself freeze up. Honestly, she knew it was a stupid fear--it was a kangaroo, for god’s sake. They didn’t even live close to her. They were literally a hemisphere away. Even so, they still gave her the heebie-jeebies, and she wasn’t sure why.

But then Eleven was talking again, and his hands were on her shoulders and warm and grounding enough that she could pull herself together. “I can do that,” she breathed, nodding. “I promise.”

His encouragement got a smile from her, finally, and she pulled her wand out. Her hands shook a little as she pointed it at the boggart, but she stared it down anyway. “Riddikulus,” she breathed, trying to keep herself together as the kangaroo changed. It shrank down suddenly, no bigger than a little lap dog, and it made little squeaking noises as it tried to hop closer.

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Felicity - darling - gorgeous. Are you going home for Christmas, or are you staying at Hogwarts?

Um... Well, I was planning on staying at Hogwarts, ‘cause it’s tough to get back to America if it’s only for a couple weeks.

Also, I mean, I’m Jewish. So. No reason to leave, y’know?

...wait, why is someone asking? Also, who wants to know?

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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Eleven was disappointed that the body thumping rock music had faded in favor of ballroom music. But Felicity still seemed for it as she put a hand on his shoulder and stepped in close to him. For a moment his brain fried, and he blinked at her once before righting himself and giving her a grin.

“I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to know everything?” He quipped back. The Gryffindor hadn’t meant that he was good a ballroom dancing, but really, how hard could it be? Most of it was in sets of three - a waltz, it was called - and there was a lot of turning. Perhaps he could get his way through this just fine. Of course he could. 

Clearing his throat and glancing to other couples who were filing out onto the dance floor, Eleven figured out where his own hands were supposed to be, and gently put his free hand on her waist. He wasn’t the only one in a costume either - there were plenty of others in their dress robes and dresses, sure, but they were equally paired with astronauts (pfft, so last year) and super heroes and quidditch players.

“Who knew that Superman would get along so well with an angel,” Eleven grinned, but then faltered slightly, when he realized what he had called her. Swallowing thickly, he hastily shut his mouth when the music started up.

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The fade into ballroom wasn’t exactly reassuring, but she could maybe fake her way through that better than... Anything else, hopefully, maybe. At the very least, she could hope, and see if it worked. The little blink caught her eye, and made it look, for a second, like he might be as clueless about how to be as she was.

“And I thought Gryffindors weren’t supposed to get nervous,” she replied, the words spilling out before she could stop them. Her cheeks went bright pink again the moment she realized what she’d said, and she all but floundered for words as she looked away and around at everyone else. “That was rude, wow, sorry.”

Her eyes snapped back to his face in an instant when his compliment registered, smile briefly pleased before the awkward returned in full force. Her gaze drifted down to their feet as the music started and she tried to keep her steps in time. “God, I hope I don’t step on your feet,” she mumbled, forcing herself to look up again.

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Exit Strategy | Felicity and Eleven

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Eleven was only barely listening to the girl, his eyes stuck to the image in front of him. Every time he had come across a boggart (which was quite a few times this last year - interesting) it was always the same image, and the boy was sure that he would be used to it by now. Perhaps that was why the image never changed - because it was still his worst fear. 

Shaking slightly, the boy raised his wand and brought it down in a shower of sparks, letting out a Riddikkulus! and backing away as the figure swirled and morphed into his brother….again. 

Only this time, Nine was dressed entirely in pink. His hair was pink, his outfit was pink, his nails were even painted the same horrid shade as he danced around looking like demented cotton candy. 

A smile broke out on the Gryffindor’s lips, watching his brother dance in the horrible color, and even though they were supposed to be hiding, he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

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Felicity watched with wide eyes as the younger boy-boggart changed with the spell, turning pink and... Dancing. Wow. Okay.

She couldn’t help as her mouth gaped a little, a nervous giggle escaping as she glanced from the boggart to Eleven. But he was laughing, and she couldn’t help another laugh as the pink-clad boy kept dancing. “Can--do we have something to lock it in, or should we run?” Her voice was low as she looked at him again, still a little nervous.

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Partners in Tech || Ten and Felicity

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Ten’s grin only grew as Felicity stared at him. “You know the phrase - ‘sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic’? I have no idea whether this is pure magic or whether there’s some dimensional warping going on around in here, but either way… she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” 

“Far as I can tell, it’s magic… very advanced magic. But the best part about a ship is that… she travels.” Closing the doors behind Felicity, he dashed up the ramp to the console. Patting it fondly. “Anywhere in time and space.”

He spun to Felicity, practically radiating excitement. “Shall we go on a little trip, then?”

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“I mean, yeah, I’ve heard that before, but--wow. Wow.” She kept looking around, eyes wide as she smiled. “This is amazing, oh my god.” Glancing to him, her eyebrows lifted. “So did you just find it or something?”

The way he looked at her as he asked made her grin right back. “You’re telling me we can go anywhere, and then come back to the exact second we left, right?” She looked at the console, eyebrows up. “I’m assuming that’s what you mean, anyway. Which sounds way fun.”

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“Good to hear.” He keeps trying to slide past her but she clearly saw what he’s hiding. “No. I’m not holding what you think I’m holding.” He wants to get to his lab and take this thing apart but it’s going to be impossible if this girl decides to keep bugging him about it. He’d have to ditch the evidence.

Yeah right.

It has been a journey to even get his hands on it- why give it up now? “So you’re okay, I’m okay, everyone’s okay so I’m on my way. Bye!” He reaches up to wave only to realize he’s waving with the hand holding the snitch tightly. With a curse he hides it behind his back again. “Weird growth on my hand. Potions accident.”

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She sees that glimmer in his hand and she can’t hide her curiosity. “C’mon, don’t lie to me,” she says, eyebrows up. “It’s not exactly hidden well, y’know?” She debates for a moment about reaching for it, but holds back for the moment.

His breezing past her doesn’t sit well, and she can clearly see the damn thing as he waved it around. “Are you trying to be a bad liar or something? I just wanna look at it, okay, I really love technology and I wanna see how magic works with it. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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Eleven hadn’t even thought of making the girl dance, but since she had mentioned it, he promptly remembered how much he loved dancing. And it took courage to dance as well - so as far as Felicity knew, he was actually talking about dancing.

“Yes dancing - I mean, I’ll admit, I’d be intimidated trying to dance next to me, but that’s no fault of your own.” He paused, mind racing until he finally decided and reached out, grabbing the girl’s hand and twirling her on the spot. 

His lips brushed her ear as he leaned into her. “You can show me your gadgets later,” he whispered, and pulled back, excited to have an evening full of dancing and interesting new toys. Of course, there was nothing more impressive than the TARDIS, and the Gryffindor was just as excited to show off his favorite to the blond in front of him.

Dragging the Ravenclaw with him, Eleven hauled her out to the dance floor, already bobbing his head to the music that was vibrating the very air about them. 

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She couldn’t keep herself from giggling at his boasting, smile broad and genuine. “You dance?” Her heart pounded more than she would ever admit as he spun her, surprise on her face as she looked at him again.

“You--” The words died on her lips as he murmured in her ear, the closeness shocking as his phrasing leaving her with way too many questions. He had to mean--yes, it had to just be a misspeak. He clearly meant muggle tech. Obviously. Of course.

It was a miracle that she didn’t stumble as he dragged her onto the dance floor, face pink as she tried to follow him. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she did what seemed like the right choice: one on his shoulder, the other still carefully holding his hand. “So if you’re such a great dancer, are you gonna show me how to do this?”

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Partners in Tech || Ten and Felicity

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“You should follow me,” he said with a grin, excitement thrumming through his veins.

”Haven’t you been listening?” he said. “She’s a ship. TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. In other words… a space ship.” Rolling his eyes at the phone booth comment and muttering something about ‘ye of little faith’ - he produced his key and unlocked the door, pushing it open and bounding into the console room. 

“Come on in, then. Take a look for yourself.”

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She stared at him as he unlocked the door of the phone booth (and why there was a phone booth here, she’d never understand), skeptical as hell. “Okay,” she said, doubt clear in her voice. “I’ve never heard of a space ship being a real thing in my life, but okay.”

But then he was stepping inside, and--it was a room. Somehow, there was a room inside of the phone booth. That was weird, for sure. Ten seemed excited as he strolled on in, and she took a few hesitant steps forward. “This is so freaky,” she breathed, sticking her head in. That was definitely a room, yep--and then she pulled back, seeing the tiny blue exterior. “So your--space ship. TARDIS. Thing. It’s... It really doesn’t follow the rules of physics, huh?” Uncertainly, she stepped in, looking around. “Because there’s no way this is actually possible in a normal way.”

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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Her (sort of) compliment made his eyes light up again, and the boy caught the tinge at the edge of her cheeks. “So…I think I understand. Gadgets are cool, but it’s even cooler if you know how to use them, yeah?” The tips of Eleven’s fingers were tingling slightly, wanting badly to reach for the TARDIS key that was always on its chain around his neck. But he didn’t. 

“Those who think and say such things are normally the ones who know how to use them.” The taller boy was eyeing her, as if she were about to make some sort of confession - and not one about kangaroos, either. “And those who know how to use gadgets are incredibly intelligent.”

He crossed his arms, voice lowering, locking eyes with her from behind a raised eyebrow and a small smile. “I’d be willing to take back all I’ve ever said about you Ravenclaws and your lack of courage if you show me what you’ve got…..Roo.” 

A single finger reached out and ‘boop’d’ the end of her nose.

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“That’s exactly it,” she agreed, nodding. “They’re no good if you don’t know how to use them. Then you just look kind of stupid.” Her smile grew a little, and she was glad for a topic she was comfortable in. Gadgets were totally her thing. She could do gadgets.

“I might know a thing or two about gadgets,” came her reply, shy smile becoming a full grin. “It’s kind of my specialty.” The way he looked at her was starting to get her a little flustered, more than she’d really expected. Stop that, she scolded to herself. He’s just making conversation, you need to calm down.

“What I’ve got?” That got a bright laugh, derailing her thoughts entirely. “What do you mean, like, do you wanna see me with some gadgets, or... Wait, do you mean, like, dancing? Please don’t mean dancing, I’m awful at...” She trailed off as his finger drew close, nearly going cross-eyed to see as he gave her nose a little ‘boop.’

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Strictly NOT Dancing | Felicity and open

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Eleven sort of liked the way the girls cheeks turned all pink. Erm, in a erm…purely aesthetic way. Absolutely. Purely aesthetic. She was a good looking girl. Sure. 

Clearing his throat, a grin popped to the Gryffindor’s face as his eyes lit up, his hands rubbing together in front of him as they did when he was excited or nervous. “Batman? Muggly? PFffft - well I happened to be raised by Muggles, for one. Second, there are plenty of Muggle-borns here at the school, so it’s not as if he wouldn’t be recognized…and three…”

Three…three…what was three? 

“I’ll get back to you on that last one.” He gave a twirl, letting the cape fly out around him, more like a dress or cloak than the costume of a superhero. “And come on! Batman is brilliant. He has all of these gadgets and money and he flies from the tops of the buildings to swoop down upon the bad guys even though his parents – “

….okay don’t say that last part.

The boy pretended to go into a fit of coughing, as if overcome with his own enthusiasm. “My point is,” he wheezed (he was quite good at pretending,) “that Batman is awesome and there are many people here who recognize him, so it’s a perfectly valid costume.”

Realizing that he was rambling on, the Gryffindor paused again, looking up and down at the girl. “You look nice in that dress,” he offered.

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His enthusiasm was catching, for sure, and she couldn’t help but smile back when he grinned. “I didn’t know you were raised by muggles. And I mean, yeah, there’s plenty of kids that know muggle stuff here, in theory, but... I expected something more wizard-y from everyone, I guess.”

It had never occurred to her, honestly, that anyone else knew about the kind of stuff she liked. At the very least, it had felt like a rarity, almost a secret kept by anyone nerdy. Maybe they’d been too caught up in magic, she’d figured, to talk about muggle stuff. “Well, gadgets are cool, for sure. The money seems like it’d be useful to get the gadgets, but...” She trailed off as he started coughing, eyebrows lifting. From what he’d been saying, it made her doubt how real the hacking actually was. But that’d be way too rude to mention.

When he looked her up and down, it caused her cheeks to go pinker, and she turned to try and pretend that hadn’t happened. “Uh, thanks,” she breezed, sounding vague. “You look pretty okay in that batsuit.”