A Deep Breath

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

This was so dangerous, but Dare couldn't help loving it. It was fun, so easy, and he didn't have to worry about expectations. He was married, and she was with his brother. That didn't mean the temptation wasn't there on some level, though. The fact that she was safe only made him want to take the game further, to keep up the harmless flirting knowing that nothing would ever happen. So why was he thinking about it? Why had it even occurred to him?

In the end, he went with it, though he knew the goosebumps and shivering would give him away. Thoughts of going home to Michael and hiding under layers of sheets and blankets were going to have to be enough to keep him warm, because his arm warmers weren't enough with a short-sleeved tee. "It's like the frikkin... tropics out here," he said, hoping his teeth weren't chattering. He grinned at his own ridiculousness.

[Willow Wenlock]

Willow could see the goose bumps on Dare's arms, and knew that the weather that was a bit bracing for him, might cause him to go into cardiac arrest. “I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived,” Willow said softly. Her lips curved, as much entertainment as this was offering her, she couldn't let Silver's brother get sick because she was having fun teasing him. "You should put your jacket back on," her eyes danced, "that's just to much for me to see, I think I might have a heat stroke."

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare chuckled at that, his grin widening again as he caught his coat up, hoping it was still warm inside. "I'd hate to have to... explain it to the nurse," he managed, tugging it back on without any pretense at taking his time. She'd called his bluff and he'd laid out his hand, so there wasn't any reason to keep arguing. Besides, it was cold.

[Willow Wenlock]

Willow didn't want to have to take him to the nurse to explain that they'd been playing chicken with their clothes. Her eyes rounded at the thought, not that she would have done anything, he was Silver's brother. She couldn't help but think it was dangerous for two brothers to be that attractive. Willow happened to look around them at the grounds, and realize that there were no more students around the grounds. "Crum...I think I'm late for class." Her head turned to look at Dare, "see you tomorrow to find a good sticking charm?"

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's gaze followed Willow's, and he nodded as he moved to zip up. "Yeah, lunch," he agreed. "Library?" He looked up from his zipper, fully expecting agreement. He didn't know anywhere better to find a charm unless you asked the teacher, and it might be tricky to do that without announcing why they'd need a charm like that.

[Willow Wenlock]

Willow threaded her satchel over her head, keeping her cardigan off and throwing it over the body of the bag. "Yeah, library sounds great. I might even get a head start on looking for the charm tonight." It would give her something to do with the nervous energy she found every night while she tried not to think about Silver and where he was. As she tried to stay up late at night so she didn't fall asleep remembering in vivid detail the kisses they had shared, and again wonder where he was. She knew she'd said it was okay, but him being gone still left residual stresses from when her father had been dying.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare nodded and pushed to his feet, dragging the strap of his book bag over his head to rest across his chest. "It's going to kick ass," he said, offering her a hand up. He decided he wouldn't tell Michael his intention to climb the tower. Michael would just worry and he'd chicken out to cheer him up. Going after Peeves just didn't have the same sense of adventure to it.

[Willow Wenlock]

Willow took the hand that Dare was offering her up, "epic." She shook her head, they'd probably end up with detention, but she couldn't' help the desire to do it anyways. It combined knowledge and life, and well it sure as heck would keep her mind off of Silver for at least tomorrow. "I'll see you then," she said with a small wave as she turned towards the school, her feet walking a bit faster than usual as her hair bounced so that she wasn't late for class.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's gaze followed Willow for a minute, watching as she walked off. He wondered when he ought to bring up drawing her, figuring she probably wouldn't mind. She didn't seem like the self-conscious type, with the flirting, the teasing, and the visibility of her bras beneath her shirts. He shook his head at himself and adjusted his book bag against his hip, then started toward his next class, thinking about everything that had happened, everything they'd said, and everything he was looking forward to.