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08 February 2008 @ 05:51 am
 
Title: Dawdling Diriclaw
Author: Akikko
Claim and Table/Prompt: Albus Severus/OFC (Spica), Table B-- Proper
Rating/Warnings: ...PG? XD The word "SEX" is mentioned, OH MY!
Summary: Spica sneaks back to the common room after doin' the nasty with Albus Severus.


    Spica awoke with a start, looking around the dimly lit Room of Requirement for any clue as to how long she had been there. She didn't mean to fall asleep, but Albus Severus just made her feel so warm... She shook her head to regain her senses, blinking as she saw that Al had left earlier. Or, at least, that's what she thought, as there no sign of him here. She shrugged and got out of the bed, seeing that the sun had already set.

    She gathered her clothes hastily, shoving her uniform on as she made her way to the door, muttering under her breath about how she should have never stayed so late, and how she should have just left after having sex, and--

    Fearing that she might get caught, Spica opened the door quietly and snuck out of it, attempting to fix her messy post-sex hair as she hurried down the halls. It was far later than she had expected, so she had to make sure to be as quiet as possible. It wasn't hard for her, though-- her thin, almost boyish build made it easier to tread lightly.

    She rounded another corner and found herself at the moving staircase, jumping onto one set of stairs as it started to move to the floor she needed to go on. She tapped her foot impatiently as it moved, and then hurried to the next flight of stairs, briefly wondering if Albus Severus, the boy whom she had left in the Room, had gotten back unnoticed, but trusted that he was fine.

    The Gryffindor Common Room was not far from where she was now, so she took a deep breath to calm herself down as she slowed her pace to a walk. The corridors were dark and almost foreboding. She approached the door cautiously, noting that The Fat Lady was still asleep.

    "Oi," Spica hissed, trying to catch the portrait's attention. The Fat Lady jerked awake and blinked a few times, looking Spica up and down.

    The Fat Lady lady raised a disapproving eyebrow, probably already suspecting why the 5th year was up so late, and then asked, "Password?"

    "Dawdling Diriclaw," the teenager replied swiftly, her weight shifted to one side as she waited expectantly for the protrait to swing open.

    "You know," started the woman, her painted lips pursed together. "It isn't proper for you to be out messing with boys this late at night, you ought to--"

    "I said, Dawdling Diriclaw," Spica repeated, not in the mood to be lectured. The portrait sighed in defeat and swung open slightly, giving enough space for Spica to get through.
 
   She paused before going through, thinking for a moment. "You're proper, right?" Spica asked the portrait.

    The Fat Lady straightened, smiling proudly. "I'd like to think that I am, yes."

    Spica smirked. "No wonder you don't get laid." With that, she hurried into the dark room, leaving The Fat Lady to her own devices.

    "Why, I never." The portrait swung shut indignantly, and then; "I wonder if I was more like that heathen, Sir Cadogen would like me..." Giggles filled the silent halls, then followed by the sound of snoring a few minutes later.
 
 
 
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