The Stone Steps

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Molly shakes her head, grimacing a little. "Like, don't even worry about it. It's stupid, really," she says, shrugging it off because she doesn't know what to think about her little lightbulb moment yet, so she doesn't really want to talk about it. Kras' Papa Bearishness calls out to Molly's Mama Bearishness and she's reaching out to take his hand again, to assure him that it's ok, she doesn't mind him asking and she appreciates his concern. Of course, before she can make contact Kras flails and falls over and Molly gasps in concern. "Careful," she admonishes lightly as he stands, and winds her arm companionably through his. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt! Not that I totally couldn't patch you up in, like, two seconds, but still. Kinda better to avoid that, you know? Oh! Right. Hagrid and his awesometastical pumpkins! I remember now. Shall we?" she says, managing a slightly more natural looking smile this time.

[Yeah...hehe...well, I'll try to remember..but if I forget then whatever. *shrugs*]

"Oh, I'll be alright. Happens a lot." Krasimir grins. "Let's head over to see the awesometastical pumpkins!" he can tell whatever was going on was still bugging Molly, so he hoped that they could have fun and it'd help distract her for a bit from whatever was bugging her. He flashes a big grin at her and starts skipping off, pulling her with him and singing. "We're off to see the pumpkins! The wonderful pumpkins of Hagrid's!" Yeah...it totally doesn't fit with the tune but it's cute. Hehe.

"One tour of the biggest pumpkin patch of, like, ever, coming right up!" Molly bursts into delighted giggles at Kras' awesome singing, even if the tune doesn't quite fit. She skips off with him to Hagrid's garden, where I will post us next since this post was so short and lame.

Hehe *loves Kras lots*
*huggles him*

YAY! PUMPKINS!!

*loves Kras too*
*is seeing the start of a beautiful friendship*
XD

*is pretty sure Molly and Kras' friendship is going to be awesometastical*
*flails and runs to reply*
*trips and falls*
Oops...
*gets back up and runs off*
YAY!

Rad is here. Chillin'. WHOA MAN SUCH A DETAILED POST I KNOW.

Fabian sees Rad wherever he is and smiles. "Well hello there! Long time no see, eh?"

Caradoc brightens at seeing Fabian, and immediately envelopes him in a hug. "Hey there, Fabian! How're you doing, gorgeous?" he asked, grinning broadly.

Fabian laughs and returns the hug. It's been far too long since he's seen Caradoc and his heart has done that really fast beating thing and his face has gone all red. Well, he didn't really miss the whole blushing thing, but he did miss Caradoc. "I'm fine." He pauses at his choice of words before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you such a boring response. I am bored. Very, very bored. And my life has been lacking awesome, lego building, bubble-blowing, guitar-playing people. So add about twenty bored points to your normal bored person and there I am."

"Well, your awesome, lego building, bubble-blowing, guitar-playing friend is here, so we can take away all those boring points and replace them with totally awesome points right? Right. How's about we hang out, and remedy that boring boredom, yeah? Because my life has been seriously devoid of any Fabian-ness, and that sort of sucks, and not in the fun way, either," he joked, before chuckling at Fabian's flushed face. "Alright. It's not even hot out, are you just permanently red in the face, or do I have some magical power that makes your cheeks turn that rather vibrant shade of pink every time we're hanging out?" he laughed, 'cause he totally doesn't realize it's the latter.

Fabian plopped on to a step, only slightly wary of the possible dirt on his pants. "I'm afraid it's the latter. Even though I'm not entirely sure why, I've chalked it up to being that my cheeks hate you and I have an allergic reaction to you or something. Heaven knows why I still hang out with you," he teased, crossing one leg over the other. "And what, besides spending time with your amazing, magnificent, fabulous, and ultimately favorite Prewett, have you been up to?"

Caradoc laughed again at that, and promptly hugged him again, and planted a kiss on Fabian's cheek. "Well, Fabian's Cheeks, I do hereby apologize for whatever I've done to instigate such hatred towards me, I swear I meant you no offense," he chortled, then let go of his friend. "I've been having a rather exciting time, due to some adventures the morning after that party a while back, and I guess since then I've spent some time hanging out with Viktor, we played a bit of quidditch the other day and hung out in the locker rooms after. Who knew that man was that amazing with his hands?" he said, not quite realizing how it sounded, though there really hadn't been anything of THAT kind of fun with hands with Viktor. Although, there would have been, if Regulus the Cockblock hadn't turned up, but Rad's not about to share that with Fabian. "Anyway, other than that, I've chilled with your sister Molly some, and not much else. How about you? It's been ages! You know, I thought you said you were going to that party, but I didn't see you there, I was rather hoping you'd be there," he said, smiling down at Fabian.

Fabian was reminded of the party and seeing Caradoc and that weird feeling he got when he saw him there... You know, dancing with some other guy. He felt his heart sink into his stomach again and picked at his cuticles, as if to distract from the fact that his heart probably shouldn't be in his tummy. "Oh, that sounds... Really fun!" He smiled, trying his hardest to not let jealousy seep into his voice, even if it meant he couldn't meet Caradoc's eyes. "I'm glad that you've been having so much fun with Viktor. I've met him, like, once. Great guy. Yup. Really, really, really great." He put his hands on to his lap and tried not to pick at his nails anymore. He didn't want them to look, like, gross or anything. "Oh, I was only there for a minute. Talked a bit with some girl--Beatrice, her name was, I think. It wasn't really my... Um... Scene, I guess."

Caradoc's face fell at Fabian's voice, and he frowned slightly, but brushed it off, when he saw that he was smiling. Hm. Maybe he just imagined that his voice had sounded off... or not? But why would Fabian sound upset, anyway? Whatever, it was probably nothing. "I don't think I know any Beatrices-- wait, what? You're kidding, right? Didn't you tell me that you like, loved parties?" he asked, rather confused at Fabian. "I dunno, you just seem like the type that would have so much fun at that kind of thing! I was rather hoping to dance with you, honestly-- I'd have asked you, if I'd seen you," he said, watching Fabian's expression as he revealed that little tidbit.

A nice blush had settled over Fabian's cheeks and he was met with the urge to rip his cheeks off. DAMN THEM. BETRAYING HIM LIKE THIS. "Ah, I usually like parties, but I kinda got there late when, like, everyone had formed their own groups and gotten awfully drunk and I couldn't really mingle very well with them." He decided not to add the fact that he was all jealous of Caradoc and Viktor because that would be just weird. "Sorry, though, that I wasn't there to fulfill your dance fantasies." He smirked.

[I HAVE TO GO!! BE BACK IN LIKE... AN HOURISHH? LOVE YOUU!]

"Ah, well, there will be other parties, and other opportunities, I suppose," he replied, grinning widely at the thought of it. "So, what have you been doing, since then? Have any exciting Prewett Sibling stories for me? It sounds like you guys seem to get into an awful lot of trouble, when you're together! Or have you been doing other things? 'Cause I know Molly said she hasn't seen you in a while, which is a pity, really, because you two are some of my favorite people, after all."

Fabian swept his hair out of his face, glad to be on to subjects that didn't involve that party because he was one jealous muggle-effer. "She's right, unfortunately. I haven't really talked to my siblings much at all... I should probably fix that. Oh well. Let them seek me, if they want my company." He shrugged. "And I'm sure your life has been far more interesting. Mind sharing some informative tidbit?"

WHAT IS THIS
A REPLY
WHAT MADNESS
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

"Oh, not that much, really, just what I said before-- hanging out with Viktor and Molly, and Remus Lupin-- some time with Tristan Raksha, too, he's my roommate, and pretty much my best friend. One thing I haven't done lately, though, is play guitar-- hence why I've got it with me now," he said, pointing to the guitar case leaning against the stone wall. "I was just bringing my acoustic outside to practice for a while, when I bumped into you, actually. If you want, I could play something for you," he suggested, smiling brightly at Fabian.

Fabian flailed and nodded. "That would be awesome. I love your guitar playing. It's like... 'Woah. Coolness boost.'" He smiled. "So carry on. What were you planning on playing?"

Caradoc grinned at that and pulled out his guitar, shrugging. "I wasn't entirely sure, honestly. I haven't written anything new since the plane ride to London, in all honesty, which is really a pity, but I just haven't been able to find my muse. I simply can't seem to figure out what to write," he said, sighing a bit sadly as he sat down on the steps, and patted the space next to him for Fabian to join him.

Fabian plopped down on the spot next to Caradoc and stroked his chin. "Well, I'm pretty sure I know your problem. You don't have a beret! And that's, like, an art thing, right? And music is an art thing. And I figure that's where artists get inspiration, you know?" He smiled. "Thank goodness you know me. You see, I am a hat master. Well, I'm just good with clothes in general, but yeah. Hats are kinda a field of expertise, I think, so if you're in need of a beret, I'm your guy!!"