No-one

[Edmund Kreuz]

The atmosphere was electric within an isolated field in the north of Germany. By far, it did not attract quite as large a crowd as the Quidditch match which had been held there only a few months previous, but there were still at least two thousand. Other than the several obvious differences between a rock concert and a Quidditch game, another was the structure of the place in which the band played: A large, black, metal wall surrounded the stage and a chunk of field in a square. The wall was high enough to stop any on-lookers seeing in to the stage or the crowd, but there was no roof. This concert had been planned some time ago, but it was considerably more exclusive than the others. Charms had been put into place to prevent muggles. To them, this field was just a field, something like the others, only that they had even less desire to chance a glance at this one. Wizards and witches could walk outside of the wall, if they so wished, though this was not encouraged, other than the few who pitched tents around the edges of the stage area. Camping was allowed as the concert would last well into the early hours of sunday morning.

Edmund was on stage, dressed in his usual dark attire, singing his lungs out. He had just performed the final song of that particular gig, and he allowed himself a quick and formal bow, before he and the rest of Quintaped made their exit from the stage. As he walked into the make-shift dressing room, Edmund could hear the echoes of the crowd. It had been a good concert. Edmund opened his mouth in a yawn before a woman entered, set a glass of amber liquid down before him, and left. This was just what he had ordered. Smiling to himself, Edmund took the glass in hand and drank deeply. Within a few moments, he felt his head relaxing, the stress which had attempted to join him, floated away. The other band members were leaving as soon as possible. One had a wife and children to get home to as the tour was ending, the others had girlfriends. Edmund had no-one. Maybe he liked it that way? Maybe things were easier without the commitment? This didn't mean to say he was lonely. Never. Edmund slipped in and out of short-term relationships. He preferred to only stay with someone until the interest died down. Most only lasted two months, if that.

A knock on the door informed Edmund of a visitor. The woman who had brought him his drink, entered. At first, she was silent, avoiding Edmund's gaze. She had a crush on him. He didn't know. He would never know. She would never tell. ".. Request for an autograph.." He heard her muttering to her chest. Edmund smiled. He knew what she was trying to say. "Thank you, Romy." he replied with a smile. He wasn't going to disappoint his fans, even if it was one in the morning. Edmund stood up, the last few drops of alcohol still in the glass which now stood on the table, and walked out into the open air. However, he only managed the first few steps outside before he was mobbed by, mostly female, fans. Thankfully, a lot of people had used the fifteen minutes between the concert and that moment in time, to begin making their way home. Only a couple of hundred remained and most of those were in tents, dropping off to sleep, one at a time. Part of Edmund envied them, part of him was glad to be out in the shivering German weather, his throat warm from the fire of alcohol, his eyelids only slightly over his eyes, his mind, mellow.

Of the group that mobbed him, begging for autographs, only a couple of girls caught his eye. He winked at each when the other wasn't looking. He found himself rather amused as they both separately began to giggle and blush, looking at him with an awkward smile. When all signing was done, Romy, Edmund's P.A, eased the group away. Edmund nodded his thanks. Romy forced a smile. Edmund could easily go back inside and get some sleep or drink some more. He did not. He was in a pleasant mood. No, not pleasant.. Flirtatious. A thought was forming in his mind and it sent him to the stage, made him perch on the edge, leaning back upon his hands, watching the stars in the sparsely clouded sky. It made him listen for the sound of someone nearby, for the sound of company.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

The band had stopped playing, and Zephy was about to return to her hotel room. It was the last day (Or night), of her holiday in Germany, and the area fell silent. The wind rustled the trees, making Zephina hug her arms around her chest. As she looked up, the stars were extremely bright, and extremely clear. She stood for a while, wondering what on earth she was doing in Germany. She could not explain the feelings she had for the country, the authentic atmosphere and slightly strange people. She imagined her family, back in New Zealand, expecting her home tommorrow. That was the worst part of the holiday. Not only did she utterly hate flying, but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving this place. Zephina's attention was distracted by a mob of females. She could not see what they were trying to get to, but she didn't need more than one guess. They were all pathetic. He was a talented man, and nobody was good enough for him. Not even herself. She sighed, twisting her body to look at where she was. She wasn't that far away from the stage itself. There was nobody there, though. Why would there be? Had she been expecting somebody there? Zephina squinted as a gush of air hit her face, blowing her hair off her cheeks and behind her. Then, as she looked a little longer, she did notice somebody. At first, she could not tell who it was, and almost let it go over her. But then she noticed his hair, his face, his clothes. It was Edmund. She knew, because he was in the band, and she was a fan of his, without a doubt. She wanted to wander over, but the stage was out of bounds to the public, and whilst Zephy was a trouble maker, getting into trouble made her feel awkward.

The wind blew against her, pushing her one step closer to the stage. She felt it was a sign. A sign that she needed to go towards him. He did look slightly lonely, anyway. Zephina urged herself to take a few more steps forward, hoping he would not notice her. If she wanted to change her mind and leg it, she could. But if he looked, up, she was busted. Very slowly, over the course of about 5 minutes, Zephina walked 100 yards. She was just metres away from a very famous, and very handsome, man. She smiled, knowing he had noticed her. She did not know how to greet him. Like an everyday person? Or as if he was king? Zephy's face flushed a gentle pink color, and she slowly sat down next to him. Her feet dangled down, and she gently swung them. She didn't say anything at first, she felt it was better that way. But, slowly, she felt the urge to talk to him. 'Hello,' her throat croaked and made her blush even more. 'I'm not supposed to be here, am I?' She asked with a devilish grin, flirting with him. Her blush faded, and she let her hair fall in front of her ear, just in case something more happened. Zephy cursed silently. He was famous, she was a nobody. She could not let herself think that something might happen between them. She was crazy, but her mind whizzed with the possiblities of the night. Perhaps this was not just going to be an ordinary last day in Germany after all.

Zephy was still smiling flirtatiously. 'But then.. I guess you aren't either?' She asked him, her voice smooth and tempting. Most boys could not resist her ways, and she wondered if this was going to be the same. The cold stage began to seep through her thin jeans, and she began to shiver. She didn't feel quite as flirty with a damp bum and goosepimples, but nevertheless, she sat and waited for him to reply. How he would reply, Zephy did not know. It did occur to her for a moment that he may call security, but he did not seem like that sort of man. He looked as though he had been waiting especially for somebody to arrive, even if it wasn't her. Zephy rubbed at the goosepimples on her arms, now regretting not bringing some sort of jacket. She had the world's biggest choice of clothes in her hotel room, but had not thought to bring any with her. It had been sunny when she had left, and she had not been expecting the music to go on until after midnight. She put her hands behind her, supporting herself and looking at the sky. She loved the smell of Edmund, though she deemed that thought a little creepy. He smelt comforting, like her dad used to when she was a child. She thought it strange how smells brought back memories. Zephina was in such a daydream, that she jumped when Edmund spoke.

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

Edmund could have pretended that he was not in need of company, that this girl who spoke to him, who sat beside him, was intruding his personal space. But that was plainly a lie. Edmund had been with many girls, but at the moment, he had no-one. This girl, whoever she was, had chosen to approach him and Edmund had no objection. She spoke in an English tongue. It was, perhaps, fortunate that he too could speak English, however basic. A smile crept onto his face, melting there like butter. "You are right. But we are both grown-up, ja? We are old enough to think for selves." His German accent was blindingly obvious, but the wink he gave the girl was somewhat flirtatious and had melted many other hearts.

Edmund had faced the girl briefly as he had winked, but now he turned back to look up at the stars.. Or so it appeared. His eyes were still watching her, taking in her appearance, the way her hair fell forward, the way she looked as she took each breath, the way each breath sounded, the way she seemed to shine almost as bright as the stars when in his presence. And he picked up on one slight movement that any human being can recognize: A shiver. Edmund was wearing his long coat with the fur-trim neck. He did not feel the cold in that, though he was rather used to the weather. He had a feeling that this girl was not. He didn't know where she was from, or even her name, but being the gentleman he was, he silently removed his coat and placed it over her shoulders. Edmund looked at her only long enough to make eye contact, before he looked away, once more. He was often mobbed by fans and was used to the conversations that they would have, the few small words that would be exchanged. He had also been with enough women to know where this particular conversation was headed, and he was soon climbing to the helm to steer it and take full control.

He ran a hand through his hair, a small glimmer in his eyes, which plainly said his thoughts. It was not visible, at this moment, to anyone but Edmund and the moon. "Apologies for poor English, I am from German, born and bred. So, you have name?" His accent was rough as most German ones tend to be, but his was more curved with though, smiling his smooth flirtation. Outside of the wall, someone gave a drunken shout, which was replied to with several other drunken shouts and cheers. Edmund rolled his eyes and shook his head. It would have been nice to have the boys around to accompany him in some heavy drinking and the monster hangover that would follow, but he had now accepted the fact that they all had lives of their own and slightly more permanent partners. Romy was leant against the outside of the building that functioned as a dressing room, lighting up a long, navy blue, pipe and taking a deep puff. She hadn't always smoked and if he had fully understood her reasons for doing so, Edmund would have pitied her.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

The last place Zephina had imagined she would end up in was here. But she was known for her strange ways, and ending up where all the trouble was, even when she had nothing to do with it to start with. She held in a gasp as Edmund put his thick coat around her shoulders. As she looked up at his face, his smile made her heart skip a beat. She savoured the moment, and then wrapped the coat further around her shoulders. She thanked him, polite, even if she was slightly crazy and flirty. Personally, Zephy loved Edmund's accent. It did not annoy her, and it did not frustrate her. It calmed her, the way he spoke, the way he asked her name. Zephina looked back at her feet, unable to look at his butter-melting eyes for any length of time. She knew how hard it was to control her feelings in front of a handsome man, especially one who had lent a stranger his coat. She noticed he looked away from her too. Perhaps he felt the same way. Slightly embarassed, but trying to resist each other. She smiled. 'Zephina.' Her voice was smooth and calm, and she had stopped shivering. She didn't want Edmund to get chilly himself, but he seemed used to the German weather. 'You speak very good English.' She said softly, letting a breeze ruffle her hair over her mouth, and looking up at him. 'Perfect,' she added quietly, but loudly enough for him to hear.

The coat around her shoulders was warm, and Zephy realised how well-prepared he was for this weather. She hadn't realised just how chilly it could get here, and was starting to regret not doing research about the country before she came. Some drunks began to shout at each other from the other side of the wall, and Zephy wondered just how she had got to this place. She had no money for a taxi, and had no idea how to get home. She would have to guess, or take a kip on the pavement. She looked at Edmund, her eyes glinting a silvery-blue, and her hair tangled up in front of her face. She had never felt so shy in front of any other man. Her heart thumped in anticipation of what could happen. She was lost in the night, caught up in its deadly trap. She was scared, scared of what was going to happen that night, scared in case he left her, and scared for what might happen to her. She knew of the yobs and the drunks outside those walls, and felt safe in the enclosed area where she was sitting. But she couldn't stay there all night, and Edmund would have to be one kind gentleman to take her to where he lived. She closed her eyes, fear spreading across her face very noticably. She couldn't care less that Edmund was watching her. It would probably be a good thing if he noticed she was frightened, anyway.

It seemed a long time before either of them spoke again. A long time of waiting to find out if he had noticed how worried she was, or that her eyes were shut, or that she had started shivering again. Except this time, she was shivering from fear, and it ws obvious she was going to end up pretty beaten up if she stayed out on the street all night. Not to mention cold, sick and hungry. She didn't want to feel like a stray dog, wandering the streets and looking for scraps. She needed Edmund to notice how scared and worried she was. She needed him to understand.

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

Edmund bowed his head slightly as Zephina spoke her name. "Zephina," he repeated to himself in a gentle coo, memorizing the name. He could not pronounce it exactly as she had, but he had tried and it had sounded close enough. He smiled as a reply to her compliment. It was getting colder and even with great experience of some of the harshest temperatures, Edmund allowed himself to seek shelter. He stretched up to his feet in one fluid movement, standing there with his firm jaw, staring eyes and masculine posture. When he was not looking at Zephina, Edmund's eyes said something very different about him.

Edmund turned as though he was about to leave, taking several steps away, his hands joining before him to intertwine. He watched them fidget for a moment, stopping dead still a few feet from the girl he had just met. She was cold, she was alone and she was in need of something. Something Edmund felt he could provide. His hands dropped to his sides and cast his eyes in Romy's direction. She was looking at him as she always did, with a pang of longing, edging about her stomach. She knew what was going to happen; Edmund would be returning home with someone. Not her. Not Romy. Never Romy. That girl who had met him by chance. That girl who was nothing. She was no-one. But Edmund must have thought otherwise- he didn't just take anyone back to his home if he did not see something in them. Whatever it was, there was something about Zephina that Edmund liked. Just like every other girl he had been with.

He watched the floor in front of him, thinking. He knew it was what he desired, even if it only lasted two months. It was what he wanted. Edmund always got what he wanted, even if it took him years to achieve. He was a gentleman, after all. Right now, this girl was the one. Edmund tilted his head a slight way to look back at Zephina. This girl did not need him to mess about with pleasantries- she needed a place to go, to be warm, to be safe. To be loved. Edmund closed his eyes for a brief moment before turning on his heel and outstretching his hand. "This is no place for young woman." His eyes were alight as he looked at her. Alight with passion. "I have house, not far. If you have no place to stay, I provide bed, ja?" There was one thing that Edmund did not specify and no-one could have thought to ask it, they would just assume: The number of beds available.

Edmund wiggled his fingers rhythmically. All she had to do was take his hand. If she wanted anything he offered, she would have to take his large warm hand in hers and he would save her from the night.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

Zephina almost began to cry as Edmund stood up and began to walk away. She didn't move though. There was no point. He didn't really care, and Zephy would just have to find her way to the hotel in the dark. She thought nothing of it when he stopped walking. She guessed he had forgotten something, perhaps dropped something. But he didn't bend down, he just stood there. She was going to ask if he was alright, when he turned round abruptly. Zephina stared. Maybe he did care a little bit whether she was able to get home safely. She wasn't going to jump to conclusions though, he was probably coming back to pick something up. Zephina looked at where he had been sitting, but there was nothing there, nothing he had dropped or left behind. He was looking at her.

Zephina's eyes shone in the darkness, and she looked at Edmund's hand, which he wiggled in front of her kindly. He was willing to take her home, to let her stay at his house. How could she ever refuse that? But deep down something felt wrong. She had just met this man, and famous or not, she did not know him. It's that or sleeping on the streets, she reminded herself, and then very slowly, put her hand in his. He was surprisingly warm, and the energy he was giving off was amazing. 'I..' Zephy started, but the words didn't come. She stood up, still holding his big, strong hand, and feeling very secure indeed. She had never felt more safe with any other man. Her doubtful expression morphed into a soft, loving smile, and her windswept hair could have made her the most beautiful woman alive.

With her hand in his, she didn't know how to respond. She wanted to thank him, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to be wrapped up in his arms, but he was a stranger. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't. With her mind confused and dazzled, she simply let him lead the way, and hoped he would not think she was rude. She was in awe of him, not because he was famous, but because of his gentle, kind self underneath the strong man that he was. It was incredibly strange, walking next to him, her side rubbing against his, and his coat still wrapped around her shoulders. She could not explain how grateful she was, and instead, showed him with emotions, and squeezed his hand gently. She looked at him as they walked, wondering just how far it was going to be, and studied his face properly for the first time. And, ofcourse, realising how amazing he really looked.

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

She had taken Edmund's hand. That was all he needed. He guided her to the dressing room where he took up his wand. And a set of keys. He hardly looked at her as they moved, only briefly glancing at Romy as he made to leave. The woman looked numb and beyond caring. She always this way when Edmund took another girl with him. He never even noticed Romy's single tattoo which decorated her left wrist in a sad memorial of a life's devotion.

They approached a canopy. It was enchanted to protect the contents beneath it from rain and thieves. Edmund casually raised his wand, waving it across and muttering something in German. A loud hiss and the sudden fizzing purple shield charm, rolling upward, signaled the removal of the spell. Though many wizards and witches did not know what they did or how to work them, Edmund had another object of desire- A large black motorbike with silver details, stood ominously in the darkness. A glimmer of light danced across it, illuminating its beauty. He had often considered having it enchanted, built to fly. But where was the fun in that? Of course, he had made a few modifications.

Edmund helped Zephina onto the back of the bike and gave her, before mounting it himself and turning his head very slightly to speak over his shoulder. "You may want to hold tight-It will be bumpy ride." There was nothing really to hold onto, other than Edmund's waist. He watched the world in front of him as the silver key penetrated the ignition switch. He turned it with a slight smile. The engine gave a loud, deep purr. It rumbled through his body, shaking at his spine and electrifying his veins with adrenaline. This was always good fun, but tonight there was something a little more special.

The motorbike shifted onto the grass. The wheels did not slip or sink into the mud, having been charmed that way. The motorbike left the walls through the the large sliding wall. It sped along the grass, no campers in its path. It was gaining speed. It was dangerous. Of course it was, but there was more fun in fear, right? Edmund seemed not to notice all the potential risks as he sailed at full speed into the tiny road between either field. The wheels were spinning at a dizzying rate, keeping the bike going. Edmund leant in as he turned a corner. The ride was going smoothly and it would continue to, the wind blowing through his hair. There was only one thing he loved more than riding his motorbike.

The journey came to an end as the bike pulled up on the driveway of a large house. A manor, in fact. It was dark and shadows outlined its sharp figure. There was a garage beside the house and Edmund, after a brief glance at his home, at the balcony on the side of his bedroom, drove the bike to the garage. He helped Zephina from the bike and led her to the manor. He unlocked the door with a spell and stepped inside, walking up to the only bedroom in the entire house. Edmund opened the glass doors to the balcony, before turning back to the girl he hardly knew. "You want drink? I have bottles of wine- Good quality." He was asking it in a polite way, smiling at her as only he could. An old record player stood in the corner, record sleeves laying beside it in a neat stack. The double bed was against the wall, but almost central to the room. It could not go unnoticed. Neither could the notebook on the dresser table. It was full of words. Words about his past, about gigs and the band and even a few about how helpful Romy was.. But there was nothing written of Ignus.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

((Can't be arrseed to post anything long this time, sorry lol))

The ride to Edmund's house was not as long a Zephina had anticipated, and not as bumpy as Edmund had expected. But they were at his manor now, and she was pleasantly surprised by how nice it looked, how welcoming. Zephy's feelings were mixed up, and she was confused, but she found herself out on his balcony drinking wine. 'Thank you..' Zephina said, and properly, for the first time. She meant it too, she didn't know where she would be without him. Actually, she did. Roaming the streets in Germany, with no money, defenceless. She smiled at Edmund, one arm folded across her body, one holding a glass to her lips. She felt he was her saviour, a hero of sorts. She took a step towards him, and wondered how he may react.

((Lol that was rubbish))

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

And so it was that they both stood out on the balcony, the dark sky bathing them in a chill breeze. Edmund held his wine glass up, allowing the light of the moon to shine onto it. It seemed to glow red. A smile crossed Edmund's face. He brought the glass to his lips, pausing with the cool glass against the soft flesh. He watched the distance as he finally opened his mouth a slip, draining the cool liquid into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and swallowing it in one large gulp. He turned his head to look at Zephina. She had moved closer. Edmund smiled. "You have perked up, quite." She didn't look quite so cold and unwell. In fact, she looked much more alive. "Shall we dance?" He took out his wand and flicked it in the direction of the record player, causing a record to float upward and land perfectly on the center of the player. The needle made contact with the record and music began to play.

Without asking- though, by now, things had gone way beyond that point, Edmund slid one arm beneath her own, holding around her back. The other reached out at length, his hand taking hers. They were very close together and Edmund could feel his body warming up. It no longer felt cold outside, but alive with music, dancing and romance. That night was a very beautiful night.

Out of Character:

It's fine

 

[Zephina Caraway]

Zephina reluctantly cocked her head to one side and looked down, embarassed, as Edmund asked her if she wanted to dance. But it seemed this was not a question, but a fact, as before she knew it, she was in his arms and the record player was on. She gasped inwardly. She had never been this close to a man. She liked it. She curled her fingers round his hand, and put her hand on his shoulder, not sure how they were meant to dance. She moved around a little, and soon got the hang of it.

The stars were shining down on them, lighting up his balcony and making a very romantic atmosphere, almost too romantic. All of a sudden, a shooting star crossed her line of sight, and Zephy closed her eyes, wishing for the night to go well, and then gently rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes again, not making a wish this time, but simply enjoying the fact she was on a strange man's balcony.. With a strange man. She smiled, lifting her head off his shoulder. She looked into his eyes, her hair ruffled and the moon reflecting off her eyes and bouncing into his.

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

The first song was fast-paced and the two of them danced at quite a speed. They spun around, Edmund, being the man, took the lead and there could not have been a single centimeter of the balcony that their feet did not touch. And then, the music changed to something different. Something slower and more waltz-like. Zephina had leant into him and, for a good few minutes, they gracefully waltzed. Edmund did not see the shooting star, only the woman before him and the light in her eyes.

The music seemed to become a muffled hum as Edmund and Zephina slowed down in their dance, coming to a halt. The moment they had stopped, their eyes had been fixed on the other's, searching for something, a sign. He saw it. They were so very close and their faces had stopped just short of one-another. Edmund allowed his arms to relax as he leant in, the moon silhouetting one side of his face, his eyes closing, his lips opening, touching hers, kissing her. The music continued merrily in the background, having a little dance of its own.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

Zephina's wish was coming true. Edmund leaned in and softly began to kiss her. Zephina had no other cares in the world except him, and the music seemed miles away as they stood, kissing in the moonlight. Zephy was overjoyed, in her own little world, feeling nothing but romance in the air. She put her hand on his back, almost pulling him towards her and hoping he would do the same back. She knew what this would lead to, and was unsure of whether that was what she wanted. Of course it was. She kissed him with a passion, not knowing if it was what he wanted, either. She didn't know him, he didn't know her, but it felt right, but to wrong at the same time. She hoped he would carry on, not worry about the fact they were still strangers, but it depended on who he was.

To her at the moment, he was everything she had ever dreamed of, she was the fantasy she had when she was younger, the fantasy she thought she would never actually get, and was happy to leave it as a dream. It didn't feel right, that dream coming true. Luck was never on her side, and the unusual feeling of chance and fate was creeping upon her as they kissed. She wanted him to move to his room with her, but knew that he had to make that move, and not her.

Out of Character:

If you RP/Godmod vaugely them snogging a bit more and then lying in bed together, ya know, 'later that evening' lol x D

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

Edmund led Zephina on and they were soon back in his room, on his bed. Outside, the moon shone brightly and it looked as though there was no chance of rain. The odd cloud passed by, cuddling up to the moon before moving on. In the distance, a bird gave a long, loud call. Time was speeding by and the world outside seemed to take a deep breath before the dark sky was peeled aside by the phoenix of morning, and the glittering silver stars began to fade peacefully into the glow of orange light, tiled with stretches of clean white clouds. The whole night had passed by, but in Edmund Kreuz's home, no-one had noticed.

Everything was louder and more offensive, in general, in the morning. Edmund noticed this as he silently abandoned the comfort of his bed to dress for the day. He brushed his teeth, checking his appearance in the mirror. He had even managed a brief shower, a quietening spell coming in very handy. His hair was styled, once again, and he walked downstairs to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. It looked like Zephina was still asleep. The scent of bacon rolled around the house, up into the bedroom. Edmund began dishing it up alongside a sausage, fried egg and toast. Well, why not give his digestive system and early morning challenge?

Out of Character:

Didn't think the 'lying in bed together' thing was a great idea, from the view of the way my mind works and the rating of this site However, if you're keen to finish up the RP, we can wrap it up in a couple of posts.

 

[Zephina Caraway]

Zephina was awake long before Edmund, and had lay silent for him to awake, though pretended she was asleep when he opened his eyes. She had been awoken by the morning sun rising and blinding her through the slightly parted curtains to his balcony. She didn't remember shutting them. In fact, she hadn't remembered much at all of the previous night until she had seen Edmund next to her. It had made her jump, a bit, but she relaxed as the night came flooding back to her. The smell of bacon, however, was more than enough to send her to the shower to get ready, and she dressed in the previous day's clothes, feeling refreshed and yet grotty at the same time. As she tapped down the stairs in her bare feet, she pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail, flashing a smile at Edmund. 'I didn't know you were a chef,' she commented as she walked into the kitchen, her bare feet slapping against the floor. She leaned over to Edmund and held the side of his face gently, kissing him before pulling away and sitting down and crossing her legs.

Where the two of them would go from here, Zephy had no clue of whatsoever. Edmund had been the good samaritan, giving her the comfort of a bed for the night, and helping her out when he didn't know her. But he was a typical guy, and whether what had happened would ever mean anything, she did not know. Her mind drifted to the thought of whether Edmund had cooked for two, or had not expected Zephina to arise as early has he had. But he must have been expecting her to wander downstairs when he started cooking bacon, surely?

Out of Character:

Oh noo! I just meant exactly what you've put, sorry I probably didn't explain it very well! I meant in the morning, and them getting up! Oh and.. Should she find out she's preggers? But then the second time she took the test it said negative and actually she wasn't? Aha Just to give Edmund a little scare

 

[Edmund Kreuz]

Edmund heard someone entering the room. Zephina, he thought to himself, half smiling. He made a point to grab another plate and dish up half of the food onto that. Well, he gave her slightly more than he gave himself. After all, she was his guest. A gleaming smile broke out as she spoke. "I cannot cook for dragon dung," he replied with a slight laugh, before being pulled into kiss. He brought the plates of food with him, serving them at the table. He seemed a lot like a muggle, today, using as little magic as possible. But Edmund scarcely used magic when he was at home. It made life a little more interesting.

Edmund sat down at the table, tucking into his food, but not so much so that he could not uphold a simple conversation. "Believed you were still sleeping.. Bit of late night, last night. Sleep well?" he commented, looking up from his breakfast, to the eyes of Zephina. Not much sleeping had happened for a large section of the night. He seemed much more relaxed and tame in the daylight. A lot less like the wizarding celebrity he was. Maybe it was the clothes that made him look so different, more casual and plain.