4th Floor Common Room, Evening

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Isabel sat on the counch watching March of the Penguins hoping a movie about Antartica would help her not think about how hot it was. It wasn't working.

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"Woe," Isabel agreed sadly. "I guess then I'm just going to have to learn to waddle. Just for you."

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"The sacrifices we make for each other," Greg smirked.

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"It's such a hardship," she said sadly. "But somehow, I'll survive."

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"Well, I'll have to make sacrifices, too," Greg said. "I mean, I don't think I'll be able to style my feathers."

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Isabel laughed, suddenly picturing a penguin with spiked hair. "It would be hard to do that yes. Between the wind, and the water, you'd have to keep redoing it."

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"And with those tiny wings? Totally futile effort," Greg sighed.

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"You'll be a sadly unstylish penguin then. Woe. But I'd still love you."

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Greg went still, and slowly raised an eyebrow, blushing happily. "And I'd still love you even if you didn't waddle," he replied, trying to remain casual though he was totally spazzing out internally.

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Isabel's brain suddenly caught up with what she'd said. She blushed a lovely shade of pink and smiled before giving Greg a gentle kiss. "Yay."