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[doggedly]

so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT LET IT SEE YOU
DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


thanks



[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]

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[doggedly]

Am I--

[He pauses in battle, wand still half-raised, to arch his eyebrows at her. Hm-mm.]

What d'you think?

[The mistletoe, crushed underfoot, growls angrily. Some of the leaves rustle, a demonstration of agitation.]

[overdraws]

[ Allison makes the mistake of lifting her foot at the growl, and the mistletoe attached itself to her socked foot, biting down hard. Allison yelps instead of answering Sirius and stumbles forward, trying to shake the thing off. ] Ow!!

[doggedly]

[Right, so--all joking and potential for kisses aside, Sirius is still a Gryffindor, and while he's no James Potter, savior to any and all, even Snivellus one memorable time, he's still prone to action. The victim being Allison, a fit girl and also a fellow member of SEC, well, okay, so those things help.

In any case: he drops his act the second the mistletoe gives her a bite, and jumps forward to stomp it, boldly, crushing the bitey tendril beneath the heel of his boot. It gives an angry hiss; he gives it another stomp.]

No more biting for you, mate-- Are you all right?

[And, honestly, it does not occur to him that he is now in very close proximity to Allison, surrounded by mistletoe just looking for a kiss to watch.]

[overdraws]

[ She looks up at him, flexing the toes of her feet. It hurts, not unlike the vicious bite of a tiny dog, but she'll live, probably.

Their proximity isn't lost on her, though, and she looks up at him, their faces awfully close, and is that the sound of the mistletoe stretching forward to watch? Allison swallows. ] I'm fine. Thanks.

[doggedly]

Yeah.

[Wa-ait, he thinks, then, as the rustle of leaves becomes a little more clear, as a half-dozen mistletoes incline toward them, like they're eavesdropping on a conversation. Sirius looks behind him, and around them, and then, quickly, at Allison, with a slightly sheepish grin.

Only slightly.]

Well.

[overdraws]

[ She looks up at him, a small smile forming, and she glances around at the mistletoe as best as she can without moving too much. Allison bites her lip. ] Probably shouldn't set my room on fire. Lydia would be pissed.

[doggedly]

Does Lydia really care what you do in your room?

[What a loaded question! He takes some of the suggestiveness out of it by arching his eyebrows at her, a little over-exaggerated.

It's right around then that one of the tendrils of mistletoe reaches out to push--none too gently--at the back of Allison's calf. Nothing vicious, and no bites, just a push, like, go on. Sirius puts out a hand to steady her, or catch her, or maybe just to tug her a little closer still, to facilitate what has clearly got to come next.]

But I s'ppose we can't disappoint our audience.

[overdraws]

Well, I mean, we share it, so--[ She stumbles forward at the push, letting Sirius catch her, and she looks up at him for another small moment before craning up on her toes just enough to kiss him gently. ]

[doggedly]

So.

[He says that like he's agreeing with her, like, so, naturally. Only then she's stood on her toes, and there's her mouth, and oh, by the way: despite the earlier question, Sirius really is a fantastic kisser. Not dry mouthed and not slobbery. Just good, from plenty of practice. He keeps one hand on her to keep her steady, lifts his other hand to brush back her hair--a bare and gentle little touch, hardly there.

Around them, the mistletoe rustles appreciatively, like whispery applause.]

[overdraws]

[ It's nice, and Allison is secretly a little glad that he's not a werewolf because her heart is pounding at about a thousand beats a second, and if he was he'd be able to hear it. She can at least play it cool, this way, and when they part, she smiles at him, her cheeks just a little pink. ] So.

[doggedly]

So.

[He says it with some emphasis, like a little challenge, and he raises his eyebrows at her.]

That'll do it, I'd say. Oh, look--

[The rustling has grown louder, as the peeping tendrils and leaves creepily withdraw. They slither quietly against the floor and the walls and the ceiling as they make their retreat. Sirius still doesn't quite step back as far as perhaps he ought to, but smiles at Allison.]

Well done.

[overdraws]

[ She watches them go, a small smile on her face, and steps back as well, although she'd like to linger. She'd really like to do it again, but she can't -- won't. Her smile turns into a grin, and she nods. ] Not bad yourself. Thanks for coming to my rescue.

[doggedly]

Hey. Anytime.

[Not one to press, Sirius slips his hands into his pockets, with a shrug. A one-time kiss under psychotic mistletoe is good. He'll take it. If there's more to come, or the potential for more--let it not be said that he will not pursue. All in due time.

For now, he just gives Allison a grin.]

I mean, I'm SEC, right. That's my job. Next time, I'll let you do the saving.

[overdraws]

[ She gives him a small grin back, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ] Good call. I kinda prefer to do the saving, myself.

[doggedly]

I'll keep that in mind for next time.

[NEXT TIME you dig??]

Put myself into deadly peril and wait for you to rescue me. Is that a bit too forward, or....

[overdraws]

Actually it's about normal for me back home. Rescuing boys, that is.

[doggedly]

What-- really?

[There is, in him, a glimmer of casual 1970s-brand sexism, that thinks, wow what girls were letting a girl rescue them but

then again it's kind of hot, so.]

That's not your job, is it. Exclusive rescuing of boys.

[overdraws]

[ It's okay. She still gets that, from time to time, even at home in 20whateveryearitis. ] Exclusively? No. But it comes up a lot.

[doggedly]

Really. And you don't put yourself in a position to make sure that it happens, do you? Not that I'd actually suspect that of you, but. A man does wonder.

I'd think it would be awfully tempting to do.

[Like arranging for attack mistletoe and then swooping to the rescue. Ha ha who would do that? Sirius gives Allison a wink.]

And if that is the case, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.

[overdraws]

[ And she gives him a knowing look in return. ] I appreciate it. It'd be bad if that got out.

[doggedly]

Not bad for you, I think. Maybe for the blokes you've had to repeatedly save. You'd just gain more popularity.