Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Wesley felt a little silly, entertaining his bratty child in the common room with board games that she seemed irrationally talented at. Honestly, what nine-year-old could beat a trained and experienced Watcher at Scrabble? He was positive that she was making the words up, but every time he consulted a dictionary, all he saw was Eloise's smug little face smirking at -- sure enough -- the word in question printed right there on the page.

Smug brat.

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[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"Not so far. I might run away, but I've never been kidnapped," Terry said.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if you can come in then..."

Malaxandra, don't be mean.

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"You can't stop me," Terry said with supreme confidence.

Look this is the kid who would someday say, "Sure, that old guy is richer than I could imagine if you gave me five hours and a calculator, and he might have been Batman, but screw that, I'm taking that suit to get some crap done." A girl would never scare him out of a room.

Except for maybe his mother.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

Hey now. Hey. Malaxandra could kick his ass. And then go have a nice soda.

And braid her hair.

SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL, DAMN IT.

"Fine, but you're not allowed on the couch."

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"You gonna stop me?" Terry asked. He hadn't had any urge to sit on the couch, but if this girl was going to be that way about it, he wanted a seat on it so bad.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I will!" She will kick you in the ham and eggs! Don't make her!

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

Look at Terry, walking toward the couch. "I'm going to sit on it," Terry said.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I'll kick you in the ham and eggs!"

She so would!

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"What does that even mean?" Terry had to ask.

Oh look, he was right by the couch. And was that an open seat next to Malaxandra?

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

Malaxandra glared at him, arms crossed over her chest. Daring him.

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

Terry climbed onto the couch. "Done."

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

Which meant Malaxandra was forced to punch him in the arm. "You're my boyfriend now."

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"Ow. Wait, what?" Terry asked.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"You're my boyfriend," she repeated. "Because I said so."

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"What's my name?" Terry asked.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"...I don't know. What is it?"

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"Terry," Terry said. "You should have known that before you made me your boyfriend."

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Bring in the logic, Terry.

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"I've had girlfriends before. I know how it works," Terry said.

Well, it was clear where his genes came from....

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

Suuuuure.

"I'm a princess. All I have to do is rescue you from something and we get married. That's how it works."

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"You're not rescuing me from anything," Terry scoffed.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Am too!"

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"From what?" Terry asked.

[daventry-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Whatever kidnaps you!" Maybe a dragon. GO FIND A DRAGON, TERRY.

[willbeschway.livejournal.com]

"Nothing's gonna kidnap me," Terry scoffed. AGAIN WITH THE SCOFFING.