[ He grins at her. ] It's my joints more than anything else. My poor knees, the damage they've seen.
[ He shifts himself slightly to make more room for her as she adjusts herself on her seat, pulling up both legs to tuck them under her, her knee winding up pressed solidly into his thigh when she settles down. He doesn't move his chair away, or even remove his arm from the back of hers, leaving them sitting quite close, nearly tucked in against each other.
It's just that the bar is so crowded, see, and they'd have to shout to be heard over the music and general hubbub of conversation if they sat farther apart. That's all. ]
Goodness, your first time? Really? [ Sometimes he forgets that most people, even wizards, barely leave their city — going to Hogwarts doesn't count, obviously — for most of their lives. Weasleys have lived in Ottery St. Catchpole for coming up to hundreds of years now; theirs is a culture steeped in tradition and routine. Taking off and traveling the world in service to a career that offers absolutely no certainty and security is definitely not the norm. ] Then I'm doubly glad to have run into you.
[ Her pink cheeks are very fetching, making her eyes look that much bluer as she blinks at him, earnest and serious in the way he's started to understand is just her default. ] I don't mind it so much, [ he admits slowly, frowning a little. ] It does sometimes make me think I'm about to get a dressing-down, though. Charles Gideon Weasley, you stop that this minute! [ he warbles, mimicking his mother's higher tones. ]
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[ He shifts himself slightly to make more room for her as she adjusts herself on her seat, pulling up both legs to tuck them under her, her knee winding up pressed solidly into his thigh when she settles down. He doesn't move his chair away, or even remove his arm from the back of hers, leaving them sitting quite close, nearly tucked in against each other.
It's just that the bar is so crowded, see, and they'd have to shout to be heard over the music and general hubbub of conversation if they sat farther apart. That's all. ]
Goodness, your first time? Really? [ Sometimes he forgets that most people, even wizards, barely leave their city — going to Hogwarts doesn't count, obviously — for most of their lives. Weasleys have lived in Ottery St. Catchpole for coming up to hundreds of years now; theirs is a culture steeped in tradition and routine. Taking off and traveling the world in service to a career that offers absolutely no certainty and security is definitely not the norm. ] Then I'm doubly glad to have run into you.
[ Her pink cheeks are very fetching, making her eyes look that much bluer as she blinks at him, earnest and serious in the way he's started to understand is just her default. ] I don't mind it so much, [ he admits slowly, frowning a little. ] It does sometimes make me think I'm about to get a dressing-down, though. Charles Gideon Weasley, you stop that this minute! [ he warbles, mimicking his mother's higher tones. ]