BROOM CLEANING + 4TH WALL EVENT

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WHO: The Whole School + ANYONE ELSE
TONE: That shit cray
RATING: PG – PG-13
WHEN: June 9th and 10th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Broom cleaning is on the front lawn, but feel free to wander!
WHAT: Students and Teachers are cleaning brooms for the surrounding community in attempt to raise funds. Crazy hijinks ensue when the 4th wall is promptly broken.
NOTES: Use any comment format you like, and tag around! Have a good time and enjoy your stay.

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[polariity]

[It's a good thing he's given up the cat carrier for Di, or else Art is pretty sure he would have a pissed off two headed Kneazle carrying a grudge against him.]

[Although that is considerably less important than the fact that there is a certain History of Magic teacher now on top of him and making out with him. Yes. Good. He's missed him.]

[Disregarding the broom- which he only used as an excuse to be honest- he wraps both arms firmly around some of the pudge to keep Sal in place so he can return that enthusiastic kiss. Preferably with maybe a bit of tongue?]

[Coming in today as a surprise was a good plan, it turns out.]

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[Tongue is always a good option but the pudge touching gets a noise of protest. It's very easily forgivable though because there are few things in life that make Sal happier than Art's visits. He's been gone for so long Sal even started to miss the suspenders.

Suspenders of all things.]

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[Hey, these suspenders are awesome! Art can't see why they went out of style.]

[Also, that noise just makes him pinch him at the pudge a little more, maybe venturing near the butt just occasionally. Sorry, Sal, but those are hilarious noises.]

Ehehehehh...

[Yes he is snickering through the kiss.]

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[Oh, boo on you, Art. After a few more seconds Sal finally pulls away, scattering light kisses around Art's cheeks, chin and forehead.]

Hi.

[No complaints are being made about the butt touching.]

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Hey.

[Just stretching his arms up and letting them rest behind his head.]

Mith me?

[Like he has to ask.]

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[Just staying where he is on top of him.]

How is that even a question?

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I like hearing you thay it.

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[If he makes him rolls his eyes any harder he'll get a headache.]

Every minute you were gone.

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Romantic.

[But Art is grinning despite it all.]

Tho I gueth my magpie really did never come.

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You know me, I'm secretly a romance novel heroine.

[And Sal grins right back.]

No, no magpies I'm afraid.

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That implieth none of uth knew. Hardly a thecret.

Damn thingth. Well, at leatht now you know I'm here.

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I've always been just awful at keeping secrets. Never make me yours, Art. [Another kiss to his lips, this one soft, warm and lingering.]

But for how long do we get to keep you this time?

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Uh. I'm not really thure. [And not just because he's prone to suddenly packing up and running away.]

Altho you have a new kneazle.

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In that case we'll have to make the most of however long you're here, won't we?

Do we now?

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Gueth you will. [Shrug!]

And yeah, you do. Maybe even a new kneazle and a half. How much ith another head worth?

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...Another head?

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Eheheheh....

[Yep.]

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How- wait, this is you. Of course you'd find a two-headed kneazle.

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I didn't even do it on purpothe.

It wath jutht magic that had me find it.

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[Get your face over here, sir, you're getting another kiss.]

Thank you. I'm sure the other cats will lear to love him- them?

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[Yessss give him all the kisses.]

Them. Two different brainth, Thal. Tho, I heard thenaniganth happened latht week and that I am now late for. I wanted to thee weird human animalth!