Bottled Fire, Tag: Ethan

[Ethan Matthews]

No, Ethan did not get the reference, but he laughed anyway. "Origami," he repeated, eyebrows lifting in surprise. He held up his hands and looked at his fingers, trying to imagine them delicately folding tiny piece of paper. "We could try, but I think might just end up ripping everything." Merle had long, thin fingers that would be perfect for origami and the blond would like to watch. He wanted to see his friend's face twisted up in complete concentration, to see his nose scrunched slightly, tongue possibly sticking out. It would be adorable.

"My mother made me take piano lessons as well," he smiled. "I haven't played in years, though. Maybe we can play together." If nothing else, he'd be sitting close to the Hufflepuff, hands lightly brushing as they shared the keys of the piano. He should really stop romanticizing. everything, though. If this thing didn't work out, it could become awkward between them and they wouldn't be able to hang out like they have been.

And Ethan wasn't too good at chess, but he was decent enough to teach Merle the basics. As smart and careful as Merle was, he would be good at chess and would probably beat Ethan more often than not. "Cooking," he suddenly said. "I'd like to try cooking." They turned the corner and headed toward the Hufflepuff common room, much to the blond's disappointment.

His heart was racing, hands shaking lightly. Merle was walking close, too close to be just friendly. From the corner of his eye, he watched his friend, admired his beauty, especially his lips. He wanted to kiss them, to taste them. "Think we'd be able to sneak down into the kitchen to try?"

[Merle Shepherdson]

"Yeah, maybe origami wouldn't be too useful... but we could try!" He laughed. He could imagine all of the horrible paper cuts, bleeding everywhere... All of the non-fun parts of paper craft. Then again, he could make a bunch of tiny cranes and maybe, if he was good with magic someday, teach them to fly. Imagine that, letters that delivered themselves! Owls would be out of a job, but perhaps they'd like that better. Having a life to themselves, the way nature intended. He would be hailed as the savior of all owl-kind! The one who wrought the chains of oppression off of the owls and lead them to the promised land!

Or something like that.

"I didn't know you played piano..." he said, glancing to Ethan. He was walking really close to him, mostly because it was dark. Merle wasn't afraid of the dark, but he also didn't want to bump into any walls. "We'll have to try sometime. I don't know where we would find a piano here in the castle, though..." he said. There was the room of requirement, of course, but were students even allowed there? He had never attempted to go there. Things had been pretty decent for him at Hogwarts. He had no reason to go looking for things he didn't have.

They got closer and closer to his common room, and immediately Merle was a little sad. Now Ethan had to walk all the way back to his common room alone in the darkness of the castle. However, he mentioned cooking. Merle glanced sidelong at his friend, a smirk slowly creeping onto his lips. Was Ethan suggesting shenanigans? Had he been possessed by Penelope? He bit his lower lip as he thought, pausing as they stood before the kitchen doors. His common room was a little further down the hall.

He glanced around. There wasn't a soul in sight. He crept over to the door and carefully placed his ear upon the wood, listening. "I don't think anyone's in there... We could... try." he said with a devilish smirk. "We'd have to be very quiet... The house elves, and all."