supper's served | beth

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

Ostracised, secluded from the rest of the world, up a flight of stairs, a slightly wrecked door lays in front of and endless labyrinth of steps, downwards and upwards. Between this codswallop, somewhere within the 10 stories, a particular set of doors carries a small nook, embellished by the aid of magic, which is called, Colton’s household, or as Nathaniel refers to it, Sommers’ Cavern. The dark door resembles an english porch, dyed in the blackest brown in bistre hue, fringed faultlessly by straight lines, impeccable in aspect and everything. The handle stands out like a squared knob, which can be easily open with a special spell only Colton knows of (speaking of the endless times when Nate plead for the incantation to let himself in, he’s never been able to dig it out of Colton’s mouth). All appearances must be maintained, causing the house to seem slightly peculiar, in a minimalist style.

There, within the edifice, precisely across the door, a man stood on his feet, chopping as fast as he could some vegetables, creating perfect stripes and filaments with each cut the knife exerted upon them. Colton merely observed as each instrument followed his will, roving his eyes from left to right, turning his sight, cocking his head lightly just as he orchestrated the execution. Pots hovering into the very oven, water ensuing, twirling in the air as it deposited itself into the different pots. Having assured to himself the plates for the night had been a difficult toll, minding just the variety of delicious plates he was capable of preparing. Colton knew the exact measure of ingredients and how to gauge it, not minding on moving a single finger as he clutched the counter’s verge behind him, leaning himself backwards so his lower back rested neatly against the filleted edge.

Colt’s attention focused drifted from the food to his watch, pending on the timing, acknowledging he wouldn’t do it punctually as expected. Perhaps, he could share the perks of cooking with Beth, when she arrived, though he couldn’t let her stay all by herself in the midst of the night through Rue de Paradis, so, as stated in his last note on the parchment, he would be expecting her outside of the portkey entrance. For some odd motive, his morals reprimanded him inwardly, as he was coaxing a student to sneak outside school facilities slightly before curfew into a zone apart, all by herself. Sometimes Colton surmised his own speculations to be indecent and unorthodox. A quarter before 8 o’clock, ‘It’s about time’

The man halted every magical action yielded and made sure fire kept a stewing level, instead of boiling. He rolled on his coat as he buttoned it up, set for heading outside his flat, skipping off to the very exit as he swung the door open and shut it closed behind him as he left. Sauntering through the chilly streets in Paris wasn’t as much of delightful as he could recall, but the moon’s shaft proved to be enchanting enough to make it bearable. Colton stood still before keeping up his pace, sighing in deep as he rephrased the words he would utilise as in apology for his behaviour. Attempting to kiss her last time seeing her, wasn’t exactly what he could call, appropriate – even less when he was scolding her for not treating him as an authority figure, as expected. Nevertheless, the man gallivanted aimlessly throughout the path, just when he recognised the exact spot of transportation, where she was supposed to show up at some random point of the night. He looked at his watch, 8 o’clock – she should have been there already.

Colton sighed, shivers creeping up his spine as he shuddered lightly, shaking off the feeling, stuffing his hands inside the jacket’s pockets.

wearing | whoop

[asahria ryek']

wrong account, whoops.

[beth spencer']

Her attention was drawn to the small sliver of light which escaped from the shadows of her desk drawer, before again fading away into darkness. Her lips curved with the hint of a smile as she drew her head from the pillow, laying her book spread open on the bedside table. She had been wondering when she might hear from him again. Her days here at the palace had been everything she’d expected them to be, if not more. She’d settled in her perfectly, just as she thought she might. Her only regret at having arrived, being the fact she’d seen so little of her brother even though they were now so close. Still she spoke to him daily, but it didn’t quite feed her insistency to be near him. It was almost harder being so close and yet still seeing him so little, but there was nothing else about this move that she could regret. While she loved her home in England, she felt exceedingly comfortable here in Paris. Her days had been busy, filled with classes, quidditch practices, and stealing all her spare moments to play the piano. The auditorium had become somewhat of a second home to her. There were other pianos, but she loved it there most – the acoustics brilliant and freeing. There wasn’t a thing about this place she didn’t love and she’d found herself pleasantly surprised with her new company.

Opening the drawer she uncurled the small piece of parchment her eyes tracing his clean writing, his newest note. Upon reading the words scribbled there, she smiled, her eyes turning towards her wardrobe. She was finding his method of communication to be a bit ingenious, allowing them contact at their bidding. While at first she’d thought it to be singularly clever, now she knew that it was probably a more proper form of communication. She hadn’t expected to come across her intriguingly mysterious dinner companion so soon so she had been certainly caught unaware when she’d stepped inside the charms classroom, only to find him as her professor. Shaking her head, she pushed the parchment across the table, deciding not to write him back just yet. Instead she made her way across the room, choosing instead to comb through her wardrobe. She’d been particularly lazy since finishing with quidditch practice, showering and lying about in her pajamas as she read chapter after chapter, to catch up on her schoolwork.

She’d not really been sure what to expect from Colton, particularly after their last meeting in his office. She had surely crossed some code of conduct by leaving that kiss on his cheek, but again it was nothing she regretted. In fact, she had particularly enjoyed his company from the start and his title had played no role in that. While it was slightly disconcerting that she was seeking company from one of her professors, she couldn’t see the fault in enjoying her time as she willed. What was life if you were to deny yourself the things you enjoyed?

Pulling a dress from her wardrobe, she slipped into it adorning it with a pair of teal coloured tights and emerald pumps. Pulling her auburn locks over her shoulder she made her way back to the desk, drawing out a quill as she checked the time. A quarter till eight, which meant she ought to be on her way soon. Biting her lips she scrawled a quick note across the parchment, Just finished dressing. Be there soon. Leaving the quill on the desk, she stood, staying only long enough to slip the parchment into her bag before disappearing through the common room door. Her steps were brisk, because she knew that if they weren’t she would risk being late and she did not like being late. The passage was quick and becoming more and more familiar, as she was finding her way into the streets of Rue de Paradis more and more with the passing days. She had to laugh thinking back on the first time which she had sought out the mysterious portrait, only to have a knight from a passing portrait escort her to her destination.

When she arrived at the portrait she took a quick breath before reaching out to stroke the wing. Then just as quickly she was gone, no longer in the palace, but standing in the streets of Rue de Paradis. Don’t fret. She said with a laugh, as her gaze met Colt, his eyes trained on his watch. I’m here on time, maybe even with a few seconds to spare. Smoothing her hands over her dress, she closed some of the space between them, her mind flooded with the memory of their office and how he’d almost kissed her before ushering her out the door. Smiling awkwardly she stepped up beside him. So tell me, what are the plans for this evening?

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

Chills rattling through bones as the copious cold gathered in the pitch blackness encircling him. Barring the meagre lit objects that decorated the scene, French roads didn’t prove to be as cosy as they were bathed down the sunlight than they were beneath moonlight, as the waxing satellite absconded in clouds refuge whenever the massive greyish group swayed on its path, shredding light into bits, sinking everything into a dimmed atmosphere as it was then. Colton’s eyes roved freely as they scanned the rough surface of the wall, brick by brick as if he could regard on each detail from the tiniest particle. Impassive, the man darted his attention to his watch, focused on the ticking sensation it stemmed inside him, with the smattering of her possible arrival. The man hoisted his hands in the air, in front of him as he shuddered lightly, closing his lids and then just sighing loudly as he seemed to cast the freezing sensation away, as if a simple whim of longing for heat could make it occur, but his wandless magic and its lack of absolute control upon it could provoke his body to set on fire instantly, and that would be the bane of his. “Probably minding a wand next occasion…” he muttered, almost stammering from the cold as he repeatedly rubbed himself with his hands at both arms, intending rapid jerking movements to regain warmth, as he didn’t foresee this climate befalling.

On a sequenced action, the man had adjusted to heave his hands and blow hot air at them before stuffing them inside his pockets. This was done casually, every 20 seconds or so, in order to impede his temperature from decreasing any lesser. “5 before the accorded time…” the man squinted through his watch again, as he minced to himself, apparently enraptured by the concise precision of time gauging. Nevertheless, his toll was interrupted by the encompassing shimmer from a radiant spark that flashed before his eyes, almost blinding him, and forcing him to down his sight to his wrist, as the lustre was replaced by the imagery of a familiar face landing faultless and gracefully from the vortex above, perfectly in time, if not earlier. Bedazzled by the sheen spectacle, he wasn’t able to exactly fix his eyes over the target but shun it instead. “Sunglasses… compulsory requirement for Portkeys…” he mused aloud, lifting his gaze to meet hers, as the chiming sound of her voice prodded his ears. “Seconds no… minutes I’d rather trust, Miss Spencer, I’m astounded with your punctuality…” he chuckled with a dimple smile plastered to his features, crinkling the corner of his eyes. “Probably you will scold me for it… but I lost track of time in the meantime as I groomed myself… thusly, food isn’t ready yet” one of his lids creased from the pressure his facial muscles exerted upon them, full of contriteness.

“It is an invitation, however… to aid me in the task… possibly?” Colt’s smile didn’t fade, but it widened, raising both brows in a pretty persuading manner, as to convince her to participate in the cooking process. Something should be hilarious from her perspective, as the man never pleaded to anyone, supplicating was not a quirk of his. “I swear I’ll compensate you for it” his doe-eyed expression should suffice to break anyone’s heart, and make them shrivel before his will, but it was just to bend her will slightly – besides, it could be a diverting activity for them both. Not letting her say anything, he simply grabbed her by the arm, as he began strolling through the street, letting his hand slipped off from her bent elbow into her own hand, entwining his fingers with hers – Perilous move, he was aware of it, but he did it absentmindedly, holding it firmly as they strode past a few sidewalks and detained before a 10 stories edifice, with a not-so-peculiar porch as an entrance.

Colton didn’t let go off her hand, still unaware of the implications of the action, quite heedless of the fact she was his student. Neglecting the symbolism it implied. He rummaged inside his pocket in seek of a foil with rounded bits and strange holes in sequences that were far from being an ordinary key. The man extracted the object after a furtive gruelling search, inserting it on the door’s lock and twitching it slightly to force their entry to through the threshold. Clambering through the staircase, pretty clenched to the banister up the 7 floors trip, panting lightly as they reached the place. “I’ve been demanding an elevator for weeks, but the house keeper is reluctant to it…” he pouted, with hints of weariness in his hoarse tone, “… something about youth and stamina…” he blithered, laughing lightly at the matter. Apparently, Colton was too much distraught to behold at his hand, still clutched to hers – in matters of conduction, this should serve just well, but not to make her feel like a child or something. The long-striding pace was halted by the moment their feet settled on his flooring, with a delicate old appearance in the slightly ragged walls embedding them, having a narrow passage as it led to a pair of doors, allotted in zigzag positions from one wall to another, ending with a grand bistre door, almost burgundy from floor to ceiling, “This is it” he mentioned as he goaded her through the alley to stand in front of the door along him, finally letting her hand off as he swung the door open keyless, by his sole presence.

“Please… make yourself in home” he bid, letting the door cracked open for a visible gap for her to sneak into. He waited until she oozed inside to emulate her, shutting the entrance closed behind.

wearing | whoop

[beth spencer']

The dimly lit Paris streets proved to be much less welcoming than the winding halls of the palace. Her first reaction upon stepping onto the cobblestoned roads was to encircle her arms about her middle, drawing in the warmth. Walking the brisk streets had not been something which had struck her when she’d put together her careful ensemble, but she was glad that tights had been part of the attire – at least shielding her from the harsh bite of the cold. The smile on her lips could only amplify as her gaze fell on her companion, cutting a handsome figure in red plaid, with black jacket and boots. A gentle laugh escaped her lips, as she noticed his downcast gaze, pinned carefully on his watch, doubtlessly checking the time as he awaited her arrival. Her voice was soft and teasing, when she spoke, assuring him not to fret as she had indeed made a timely arrival. Tucking his hands in the pocket of his jeans, his gaze finally rose to meet her own, a timely remark at his lips. Smiling, she closed the space between them, feeling more comfortable in the empty Paris streets. It wasn’t unlike her to sneak from the castle after hours, in fact in a few shorts weeks this was the third time she’d wandered into the streets, but never before had she come so late when the sky was dark and splattered with tiny silver pools of light.

Five minutes early, yet still you were stealing glances at your watch. She said, raising a brow as she took yet another step towards Colton. I’d say that is a symptom of anxiety Mister Sommer. Cocking her head slightly to the left, she laughed while pursing her lips. Using his title in jest couldn’t help, but make her recall seeing him in the classroom for that first time, just a day after having spent the entirety of her dinner in his company. What might have been so simple, had taken a turn for something more complicated, particularly when he’d invited her to his office the next day. While Beth didn’t believe that rules were there for breaking, she also didn’t believe in denying herself something she enjoyed and Colton’s company was one of those things. She was sure that Joshua would disagree, but that was why she had no intention of telling hm. Besides, it wasn’t as though she’d fallen in love. Beth had never had much stock in that idea. While her brother swooned over romantic stories and finding his one true love, Beth had more or less yawned over the idea. To love was to enjoy life, each and every moment of it. She’d no intention of being rescued by a prince charming, but just to live each moment in the way she wanted. Right now, in this moment spending her evening in the company of Colton was what she wanted, above all other options. Punctuality is not something I lack. Not a moment should be wasted. She said with a smile. I’ve even given us some more time to work with. Which seems to be in our favor, as there is a meal to be cooked, what of your punctuality? She implored, a smirk playing at her lips.

If you think I’m up to the task? Beth said smiling, I’d hate to intrude. Or smudge up dinner or something…. She doubted she would do either, but she was surprised at the offer none the less. She was sure she recalled him admitting to being quite the cook the night they’d met at Bon Appetite. While she’d not be one to boast, she believed herself to be a fair cook. Beyond that, it was something she’d enjoyed. Not so long ago, her and brother had spent the evening cooking a pizza together and there was always fun to be found in the endeavor. And how might you compensate me? She asked curiously, unable to contain her laughter at the expression which had settled on his features, making her sure she couldn’t turn him down. The words had escaped her mouth, but were left momentarily unanswered as he grabbed her by the arm, beginning the amiable stroll back to her lounge. Quickening her pace to keep in step Beth opened her mouth to speak, but found the words lost on her tongue, when his hand slid from her elbow and instead into her hand. The motion caught her entirely by surprise, causing her to momentarily lose her footing, falling in closer to him allowing her other hand to balance herself against his shoulder, before again falling into step. Her eyes fell down to their hands, now intertwined as he closed his fingers around her own, his grip strong and warm. Allowing a soft smile, she lifted her gaze to his face, tightening her fingers around his own. The act had been incredibly bold considering he’d so clumsily shut her out of the office, after making a move to kiss her before deciding against it. She said nothing, as she followed him, led by his hand as they found their way through the city streets and finally up into his building.

Beth watched as he pulled a small little device from his pocket, which could only be explained as being a key, though it looked nothing like any ordinary one she’d ever seen. Her eyes took in all of their surroundings as they walked, yet were pulled away from the detail when they started up the staircase. With her hand still in his, she watched her footing carefully, not wanting to misplace a heel in case she should fall up the stairs. She laughed when he made mention of an elevator, noting on the housekeepers reluctance. I don’t know why you’d need such a peculiar human invention, when you could so easily apparate to your doorstep. Beth had never been a huge fan of apparition, given that it took away so much of the traveling, but she knew a great many who found luxury in its use. It made hassles such as seven flights of stairs a much simpler task. It’d be much less grueling. She found herself entertaining herself with her surroundings once more as they traipsed across the floor to his entryway. Well go on. She said a bit excitedly when they finally reached his door, an intricate pattern of zigzags.

As his hand fell from her own and the door slid open, she stepped in front of him, barely pushing the door as she stepped inside. His flat was simple, yet entirely comfortable. It was not a chaos of color, but rather a soft and simple palate, one she found to be entirely inviting. She stepped into the room, her fingers sliding across the simple furnishings as she went. She was quiet for a time, taking in her surrounding before she once more turned to the door, Colton there in its entrance. Well are you coming, or shall I have to give myself the grand tour?

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

Mechanically, Colton let his mind wandered through a sinuous path, with the assiduous traversing aimed towards the interior of the room, as what all you could lie your eyes on was impeccably clean, as in aid of a scouring charm, working all along without need, just to prevent any stain or splotch to tarnish the pureness of his place. Colt’s gaze landed attentively on her, just as she let her hands examined the composition of his furniture more closely, as if with touching she could bask in the ambience and everything embedding her. Nothing but a simple laugh escaped his lips by the time she asked if the tour was to be made by herself, encountering himself plastered to the door as he neatly divested himself from the coat, perching it beside the door in one of the hooks that profusely invaded the entrance. Passing a narrow really short corridor there was the entirety of the apartment, with the minimalist style reining over the place as part of his inherent fashion. Dyed in white, the walls blended as one, with a huge window from floor to ceiling at the very front, clogged by long dark burgundy curtains that flapped slightly because of the wind. Outside, there was a small balcony, with nothing for a stool for his personal use, whenever he felt creative and needed some pondering underneath the moonlight.

“Funny of you to mention a tour… since all you see, is all you get…” he mused, nibbling on his lower lip unconsciously as he just shuffled slightly from his stance to stand behind her. “Would you mind?” he queried, in the most formal and gentle way he could, tugging the lapels of her coat as he removed it from her with the soft touch of his hands, folding it lightly as he perched it beside his. “It will be right here…” he pointed at the location with his open hand, displaying the position for her to remember when she was ready to leave. Colton advanced beyond the girl’s spot and assayed his own room, chuckling to himself as he reminded something, “I sleep here… since I’ve got no room left… so my couch is my bed” he stated simply, a dimpled smile surging upon his curled lips. “So, please… don’t tell your brother I invited you to my bed when I’m offering you a seat” he muttered, almost like if he didn’t want to reveal such information, but it was fine and in absolute nonchalance, as he intended it like a comment more than anything else. Strolling aimlessly through the site he demonstrated a pinch of his taste by giving a furtive look to the nooks before raising both brows with an inviting expression, “Thoughts thus far?”

He cleared his throat lightly, before striding slowly into the hidden niche that stood behind them, with a small gap for pace flow and an enormous window like frame before the actual kitchen, the counter limited the space and secluded it, where the elements for food preparation were awaiting for them. “This is where the magic takes place…” he embellished his own words, trying not to adorning too much, whilst he exposed the area to her. Colton knew that a few arrangements should be done beforehand, but he had taken care of it, and as soon as he could, he oozed inside the kitchen to check on the stewing pans and the ingredients he had already put into cooking previous to his departure. The steaming vapour of food’s scent hovered through the whole flat and plagued the air, as the delicious hint of vegetables filled the kitchen and pretty much the habitation. The man drew his wand out of his pockets as he aimed it towards the big window, making it crack open with a flick to lure the night atmosphere in and the smell out.

“Respect of before… ” he spoke from his place at the kitchen, moving some pans and turning some switches to ignite the oven and such, “I was stealing glances at my watch because I was cold and I tried miserably and terribly to dissimulate it… but it was a fiasco, nonetheless, as you obviously noticed it” he mentioned facetiously, a smile figuring in his speech, and from the tone of his voice, it was plain to be noted, even without seeing him clearly, “Not a symptom of anxiety, but chills…” he laughed, reminding each unanswered question that had been emitted from her plump mouth, not so long ago, “I love the fact you can be punctual… I detest myself for not being so… even when it’s not a regular pattern on me” he shrugged, putting down the flames as he eased smoothly from one room to the other, with hesitant paused steps, but not because of fear or feeling daunted by any means, but because of the feeling of moving so calmly and collected, “I trust you are qualified for the task… as you said yourself you cooked the best omelettes I could ever imagine… And thusly you are incapable of smudging dinner ” he phrased, not minding on details, “And I will compensate you by playing your slave for one day… an off day for me, preferably” he gushed, one response after the other as he could memorise the order of each interrogation and the exact content on each, “…as to the elevator, I reckon is a useful contraption that could deviate suspicions from me, as I need to remind you I live amongst Muggles… So… to apparate is not an option to me” he concluded, a cheeky smile crinkling the corner of his eyes.

“So… if there is no more need of elucidate doubts… I trust we could putter in the toll” the man rolled his sleeves up as he winked at her, moving his finger in a hooking way, as to beckon her to his own position, in a playful, absolutely heedless manner. What a best way to get started than feigning to call her with a seductive hint? None. Colton walked inside the kitchen and waited for her to join him, commencing to stow some utensils on the counter, like more vegetables to chop and a wooden flat surface as her working station – his raving must have function on her to make her mull over the questions and the answers before she appeared before him with perhaps much more questions. Colton bit on his lips and smiled at the thought.

wearing | whoop

[beth spencer']

Stepping away from the entrance, Beth traveled to the center of the room her fingers trailing along the furniture as she went. She had not really been sure what to expect when he’d invited her to his apartment, but she found it oddly suiting albeit entirely different from the state of his office. His office was colored in rich hues, dark and inviting. His home though, was something else entirely. The walls were washed into white, each blending into another, until finally opening into a large glass paned wall overlooking the city. She let her fingers curl around the dark burgundy of the curtains as her gaze fell upon the city lights, which were decreasing in number with every passing minute. Colton had been silent since the last exchange of words at the portkey and she felt her attention immediately drawn to him as the gentle tones of his voce met her ears. With a smile she laughed gently, realizing his statement was probably truth. Even from here she could see the kitchen, where already he’d laid out some of the evening’s menu. Well then we can skip the tour.

Not at all kind sir. She said, the heat rising in his cheeks as he gently pulled at the lapels of her coat. Shrugging the coat from her shoulders she watched as he folded her coat, placing it beside his own. Nodding as he spoke, Beth smoothed her patterned dress over her legs as she took a seat in the center of the room, settling her hand on the lone blanket which lay across the open couch. When finally he retreated from the door. Colton crossed the room to where she was sitting a heady chuckle on his lips. Bed, couch, it’s all just the same. She said smiling. When first he’d mentioned a tour would not be needed she wondered where he slept, but now glancing back across the room she supposed it made sense. It seemed comfortable enough and it had a lovely view, considering he had a wall of the city right at the foot of his bed. Raising a hand to her lips she couldn’t help but to laugh at his next statement. Biting her lip she started again, Believe me, I’ll spare you the wrath of my brother, besides it seems I invited myself. Beth said, raising her eyes to meet his own as she leaned back on her palms. It quaint, simple, but I like it. It seems rather suiting.

Moving from her place on the couch she followed him into the kitchen, hidden away from the rest of the apartment in it’s own little nook. It was much smaller than the kitchen she’d grown up with at home. Her family had always entertained themselves with expansive meals and the whole family took part in the preparation. It was hard to imagine that this kitchen could fit more than just the pair of them. I wouldn’t be calling it magic so soon, after all we can’t be making declarations before we’ve even had a taste. She said, embellishing her words with a smile. Leaning against a counter she watched as he mazed his way through the kitchen checking various ingredients and a pot already stirring at the stove. Curling her dark locks over her shoulder, Beth slid her heels from her feet, stepping onto the cold floor in only her stocking before making her presence in the kitchen, delighting in the scent of vegetables. With a brandish of his wand he cracked open the window letting in the cool night air, That was probably for the best, don’t want to allow too much steam in the kitchen here.


As he busied himself in the kitchen, he suddenly was alive with responses from the questions she’d flooded him with on the stroll to his apartment. All of her unanswered questions were suddenly becoming clear as he moved from one to the next. Tell yourself what you will, Colton. I still call it anxiety. She teased, while she knew that it surely wasn’t. It seemed as all of the edging nervousness he’d felt in the night air had dissipated as soon as he’d been welcomed to the comfort of his own home. Perhaps we can work on your punctuality, though I can’t complain. Cooking or not, I love being around for the preparation of a meal. Reminds me a bit of home. Beth smiled. Don’t really get much of that at the palace. Even if you do sneak into the kitchens the elves just busy themselves with passing food to you. Which is nice in its own right. Not that she could complain, as they always showered her with delicious goods when she entered their realm, hidden behind the painting of a bowl of fruit.

Oh yes, I do forget that I was boasting. Laughing she turned her attention on the ingredients laid out on the counter. Hopefully I live up to it. Pushing her shoes aside, she moved further into the kitchen beside him, watching as he rolled his sleeves preparing himself for the task. So tell me master chef, what is on the menu tonight? And how might I be of assistance?

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

“Nothing like big brothers wrath… Trust me, I am one…” he muttered, some cheeky and whimsical wink appreciated from the distance, just as he couldn’t help but to shrug his shoulders lightly, as a nonchalant gesture. If provoked or needed, Colton knew how to evoke his animal side; especially when one of his two sisters was involved. He could envision himself casting a couple of furious and hungry prowl before whatever man he believed deserved it for breaking his sister’s heart. This was not a matter of discussion, and he could somehow sense the very same peril – along with the fact that he was way older than her. Colton swallowed with a nervous hint, inconspicuously. Nevertheless, the exquisite selection of words Beth used to describe his place caused a really good impression on him, as Colton arched a brow with a certainly amused expression before nodding to himself as he darted his eyes to the kitchen, unconsciously attentive to the brewing concoctions steaming and releasing the scented vapour that filled the apartment. “Ramshackle nonetheless, right?” when he was stubborn, well, he was persistent at making his points evident, even if it was just to satiate his whims. “My place is your place, milady…” he bowed before her, in a chivalry, quite overacted action of courtesy, but all tinged with titbits of mockery.

It wasn’t long before the heels of her shoes clicked against the floor and felt nearer than expected, as to even invade the kitchen flooring and filling his nostrils with the perfume that exuded from her – Colton had developed a sharp sense of smell, since it came in handy when cooking was required, thusly, it was something inevitable to perceive close aromas and such, even when it presented as myriads of particles smothering him with the essence, as it was something he relished in, elated. A smile crept across his factions when she referred to the meal as a possible disaster “Your faith in me has waned, miss Spencer…” he cooed, his hands occupied on stirring the contents of the pans with a spatula, which were minced garlics and chopped yellow onions, seeming the seasoning for the rest of the ingredients.”Too much of that steam could bewitch you…” he laughed lightly, plenty aware of the effects of food on himself, to deduce the possible outcomes on others, drawing his wand back inside his pocket, shaking the garlic daubed skillet.

The man bit on his lip at her response to the sudden outburst of replies, knowing his anxiety couldn’t be concealed as he firstly believed. “Fair’nough… you got me” he admitted, and as the rest of her statements ensued, he was glad she didn’t mind the slavery matter too much, unless her comment on the House Elves was implied for such. “Since you didn’t mention anything about the shackling imprisonment to your caprices, I shall assume you refused the offer…” not actual need for explanations, as it just escaped him with some condensed relief, “Though I’m content you’re up to serve as my helping hand” he grinned at her, just as he turned around and focused his attention on her, bending forth, inclining slowly forwards as the distance between them shortened, noticing her height had done so as well, since she had tossed her shoes aside, apparently setting herself up for the toll. “Boasting, uh? … well, how was I supposed to know your alleged talent at preparing food was feigned?” Colton raised a brow, his eyes riveted upon hers, even when she seemed submerged into the vegetables before her.”You’ll definitely live up to it… I’ll personally make sure it happens” another wink, assuring her sight prior to it, as she strode inside the cooking area, just beside him.

“Ratatouille… and Pepperoni Spinach Quiché…” he declared, as if he was announcing a royal decree for an audience instead of solely for her. “You’ll be learning to mince basil and parsley” he indicated as he passed her a bowl with both spices, along with a cutting table and a knife, neatly pushed closer to her. The man grasped the knife from the hilt as he just supported the edge on the table and made it swung up and down as he just gently shoved the spices into the edge, watching them cutting into fine portions, sweeping them from the table as he lifted it lightly so he could make them fall into another bowl, “Voilá! ” he exclaimed, smiling widely at her. The charms professor didn’t bother on doing everything manually, so he caused a few more cutting objects to start chopping on different tables, emulating the action with different vegetables and in different ways of chopping. Whilst some large ingredients as squashes and zucchinis were finely cut into circles, some others were reduced to tiny cubes, respectfully according to the recipe.

Colton bustled around a bit before taking a small bowl with crescent dough in it, moulding it deftly in his hands before causing a flute tart pan to hover all the way from the cupboards, landing on the counter in front of them, smearing the dough and spreading it vastly on the metal plate, making sure to create a thick cover that would work as bottom for the mixture they would work on later, “I’m forming a crust for the quiché” he indicated to her, as if she was actually wondering what he was puttering on. However, “Beth…” before she said anything to it, just as she gazed back at him, he grazed the tip of her nose with his finger, abundantly covered with flour from the dough, causing it to splotch with white powder. Colton was containing the need to crack in laughter, letting his lips to pucker a little. Childish? Maybe, but it was totally worth it.

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[beth spencer']

Believe me, I know. Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes at him as he sent a wink in her direction. While she had never fulfilled the duties of being an older sibling and couldn’t possibly know the emotions that accompanied them, she’d seen them in action. Joshua was her only sibling and her dearest friend and while she knew he was only being protective, she had never considered his interference as necessary. In fact, Beth had always been keen on taking care of herself. While she loved Josh she didn’t really need him to take care of her, particularly when he didn’t really understand. She had spent much of her childhood in the company of his friends and not one of them had ever dared approach her on friendly terms lest her brother around. It seemed that were the case with most guys, which seemed silly. She had never given much thought to his thoughts on love, but is she had believed in such a thing he certainly would have been shielding her from it. Josh will likely be the last person I ever tell, that I came and spent the evening cooking with you. She said with a laugh, while she said it in jest she wasn’t being dishonest. Joshua of all people would never understand the situation and she didn’t feel the need to unleash his wrath on Colton.

I could hardly call it a ramshackle. Raising her brows at him, she allowed herself another long glance at his flat. It certainly wasn’t much, but she couldn’t imagine that he needed much, between shifting his life from the school and the small city flat. Even still it suited his personality. It wasn’t as lavish as his office, but she enjoyed it for it’s simple splendor – even if it lacked color. The two tones were relaxing and pulled away from the clutter of such a small space. She couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape her lips as bent at his waist, dropping into a bow. He played the part of a perfect gentleman, but the tinge of mockery which laced her words was what allowed her the most enjoyment. Be certain, I’ll make myself comfortable. Raising her eyes at him, she dropped into a curtsy, the toe of her blue heel gracefully touching the ground. Following him into the kitchen she let herself be invaded by the warm, melting scents of the ingredients. She’d only been inside for a moment before she did indeed make herself comfortable, slipping out of her shoes and sliding them out of the way, by the far side of the counter.

“Your faith in me has waned, miss Spencer…”

Shifting her head slightly to the right, she dismissively shrugged her shoulder. Stepping up beside him she found that she felt considerably smaller in his presence without her heels on. As they had walked together she’d been able to look into his eyes with ease, her hand fitting comfortably in his own, but now she had to lift her gaze a bit to each his own. Not really waned… She started, as she slid her fingers across the countertop taking each ingredient in turn. I’m just hoping that company doesn’t prove too much a distraction. She teased, watching as his attention shifted to a pan sifting with ingredients, filling the kitchen with it soft aromas. And see, you are already falling prey to the steam and we’ve only just begun. She was pleased watching as he bustled about before finally pulling the wand from the back of his pocket.

Oh, I’ve not dismissed nor refused it. beth said with a laugh, turning her eyes on him. I’ve just no need for such a thing yet, but don’t you forget that you offered. As the day will come when I hold you to your word. A smirk lay complacent on her features as she stepped near him again, ready to take on whatever task he should ask of her – he had asked her to help after all and she felt a bit aimless just watching him as he wondered to and fro within the confines of the kitchen. Mmm, well despite your lack of preparation the items on the menu are definitely savory. Laughing, she took the bowl from his hands. While he’d planned to have dinner prepared before her arrival, she was glad that he hadn’t. She enjoyed absolving herself in such tasks and it made for better company than staring at one another from across the table, which the two of them had already done. As he set about the kitchen, preparing various arrangements with the use of magic, she diligently worked at mincing the spices before her carefully preparing them for the meal.


She’d barely set the knife aside when she heard Colton speak, noting that he was making a crust for the quiche. She turned to face him as he spoke her name, a reply ready on her lips. Beth had barely opened her mouth to speak as his fingers brushed across her nose, leaving a powdery trail of flour across her nose. Her eyes wide met his own and she laughed as she brushed the powder from her nose. You did not. Uttering each word for emphasis, Beth dipped her hand into the bowl of freshly minced spices, never pulling her eyes from his handsome features. Biting her lip she tossed a handful of her carefully diced basil at him. She barely allowed herself the time to watch it shower upon his head before she darted back into the living area, leaving behind a trail of laughter as she sought to escape whatever might be coming next.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

“This could remain as our little secret then” he replied to the wink with an ample smile, just as he nibbled on his lip for a bit before turning his gaze away of her and back into the task he was doing, shuffling within the kitchen doodling aimlessly, in what could be his own deems. Seeing the battle against her about the house description was lost, he just opted to move past it – he sighed, a little as he wiggled his head side to side slowly, almost reprimanding her for her stubbornness against his assiduous intents to change her mind. Past the curtsy, he just beheld at her entrance to the kitchen, quite content she was to venture into aid him with preparing the meal. Stowing the wand back inside his pocket, he could just put hands into job like a muggle, as something he had certain pleasure at doing, quite occasionally. “Company should serve as more hands… why should it be counterproductive?” he laughed lightly, his teeth showing up slightly through his curled lips, “It’s easy to fall prey with my food… ” he mentioned, quite air-headed since this cocky self wasn’t something you could say was usual on him, but more of a bloated ego that momentarily kept cropping up every now and then.

He hearkened at her dulcet tone, words just expelled from her lips to what couldn’t be anything but his demise. Why did he even imply exposing himself as a slave? Sometimes Colton made the rashest decisions without minding, as something out of impulse. You know fish die because of their mouths, snatching the hook, so did him. “Oh, so… then I guess I can only hope for that day to not come promptly…” his voice trailed off, nervous chuckling ensued, “ If I am something, is attached to my word… so if I say something, I accomplish it” he admitted, quite contritely. You know when your word could be used against you, well, this was the occasion for it to simply occur. Nevertheless, he was too much engrossed at the task of mincing and chopping ingredients to heed the rest. It wasn’t until he had smeared her nose-tip with powder that he realised what he had done, quite thoughtless of consequences. No surprise, except his eyes closing when the basil came spread all over him like rain, pursing his lips as he restrained the urge of bursting into laughter, “Oh, yes, I did” he muttered, responding to her drawling, having barely time to glance at her rapid silhouette swaying outside of the kitchen and into the living room area, absconding from him.

Colton smiled to himself as he rummaged inside his pockets once more to draw his wand out, gripping it firmly in his right as he casted a few charms on the kitchen for the activities to carry on without their intervention. The man grabbed a handful of squashes and peppers ready to throw them at her, rushing away from the kitchen in persecution of the fugitive lady. “I wouldn’t normally react with revenge, but this merits it…” he stated before pounding in her direction, just observing her trying to cover herself with whatever was at reach to prevent her attire to get stained or ruined. Colton moved forth, and thanks to the reduced space there weren’t many niches to hide, to be honest. He waited to be closer to her to just clasp her by the arm softly as he pulled her close so she would receive all the vegetables from a single shot, however, the movement made him slip and causing them to fall on the floor, with him receiving the whole blow and the cut pieces whilst she landed on him. Colton laughed so hard it was difficult to think he was not diverted with it, just as some “Ow… my back” interjected. Suddenly, without notice, their eyes met, with his laughter receding as he stared fixatedly at her, with her body fully rested upon his.

The man swallowed nervously with centimetres apart, one from the other. Colton resisted the throe that told him to stand up, and so the one that asked him to advance the short distance between them – moment of tension. He bit his lower lip as he couldn’t look to any other direction but hers, just using his left hand to sweep the remnants of food off himself.

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[beth spencer']

That’s probably in your best interests. She said, casting him a glance over her shoulder returning the smile which lit his features. Joshua tends to overreact. She stated simply, choosing to return to the task at hand as Colton turned his attention to the ingredients which were settled in front of him. While the words had spoken in jest, Colton knew as well as she that they were not to be taken lightly. It wasn’t as though she was doing anything wrong – or at least she didn’t see that way. Beth had always been pretty callous in following whatever her fancies may be. Joshua had always been a little overprotective though. She favored him, above almost everyone, he was her older brother after all and she enjoyed every moment in his company, but as with all siblings there was some tension. That tension always become obvious when there were boys about, especially those seeking Beth’s favor. She was certain Josh thought no one was good enough her, for there was something wrong with them all. At times she found it amusing as she had no intention of running off with the boy anyways, it was just agitated to be guarded away from friendship. Beth did not love the way her brother loved – while this was not a concern she didn’t want her brother interfering with Colton. She enjoyed his company far too much to be rid of it and she knew above all others, this would be one he protested.


A bubble of laughter escaped her lips following his next words, bright and resilient over the nervous chuckle that came from his own. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make it enjoyable for the both of us. Turning around she rested both her palms on the counter resting her back at it’s edge, her soft blue eyes following his every motion. The kitchen was full of steam and flavorful aromas and she was finding herself distracted above all else, her own cutting utensils lying carelessly on the counter as she watched Colton shift through the motions of mixing his own ingredients. I’m glad I can take you for your word. She’d turned her head only for a moment, before she’d heard the breath of her name at his lips. Beth was surprise to meet him face to face, a wide smile brimming on his handsome features. Only a moment had settled between them before he’d brushed her with his fingertips leaving a trail of white powder across her nose. Her jaw fell open in surprise muttering her words of disbelief as she watched him. Turning quickly to the countertop, she grabbed the bowl of spices which she’d been worked so precisely to cut, showering him with a handful of spices.


Before he’d even had a moment to respond she’d dashed from the kitchen, leaving both the food and her company behind her. Given the small atmosphere she didn’t have many places to retreat, choosing to stand behind the futon, letting it act as a wall between them. His exit from the kitchen was not so quick and she couldn’t help but smile as he hurried to spell the random items in the kitchen hoping to leave everything in working order. My actions merit revenge?! She said raising a hand to her chest as if in dismay, May I remind you Colton that you started these shenanigans. Wiggling her nose to solidify the point, she sidestepped the couch watching and waiting for his next move. As he moved closer in her direction she pulled the small shift from the futon in a futile attempt to protect herself. As he took her arm in his hand she couldn’t stifle the giggle which flowed from her lips even as she turned her face away from him, doing whatever was in her power to protect herself. Just as she cringed away from him, something went amiss – or at least much differently than she had been expecting.


His movement caused a chain reaction, bringing them both tumbling to the floor. Colton fell beneath her, with her falling on top, along with a shower of assorted vegetables. She buried her head into his chest as she adjusted herself, the heaving of his laughter resounding in his chest. Laughter shortly followed from her lips, as he complained minutely about a pain in his back. Well that’s what you get for trying to enact revenge on a lady. She said mockingly, as their eyes met. The moment diffused the laughter leaving the two staring into each others eyes. Her hands rested on either side of her torso as she balanced herself atop him. Neither of them moved from their spot, the only movement lasted only for a moment as Colton brushed the remnants of food from his clothing. As he bit his lip, she was overcome with the sudden urge to feel his lips upon her own. It had not been so long that he’d taken her hand in his and then back in the office.


Balancing herself with one hand she used the other to brush her long auburn locks back behind her ear, her eyes still intent on his. And you wanted to know how company could be counterproductive. she said, closing the space between them and locking her lips with his own, not even caring that her nose left a trail of powder across his cheek.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

Mollified as he was the breathing subsided, regaining that irenic sense that always seemed to abandon him whenever he felt rushed, flustered or in anticipation of anything that encircled him. Colt’s pupils flickered, just a smidge with the clearness of her eyes, radiant as any others he was the pleasure to glom at for more than a couple of seconds. In that precise instance, time froze before them, with his hand fumbling clumsily atop his chest, sweeping whatever remnant of food was left from the thwarted onslaught, happening with the fall of both to the very flooring, clogged by the thin carpet he had somehow arranged for the decoration of the place - which had cushioned the impact, at least enough for none of them to suffer any injury, barring the feeble ache in his rear body. “I sure deserve it” he mused, absentmindedly cleaved to her sight, and unable to dart his attention anywhere else but the gaze they sustained, for quite a while. Colton didn’t know what to do or say, as the inner struggle commenced within, resisting the temptation and calling sense to the mind of his, which till now seemed baffled.

Suddenly, everything evaporated around them, when the simple phrase emitted from her bouche, furnished with soft pink lips, plum and tender, with something as the echo of words reverberating through his head, reminding of the inconvenience of receiving someone’s company, tucking some locks of her mane back her ear, as to cleanse the pureness of her features from all impediment between sightings. What the man was about to say was shushed with no implement but the mouth, moulding her lips to his, osculum foreseen that he never believed to occur, and even less in such evening. Colton’s lids shut closed as he focused entirely on the action, having her connected to him through the very mouths. He inhaled deeply through his nose before any reaction, with the hoisting of his right to graze against her cheek, then slipping softly to grasp the nape and then the back of the head, pressing a little more to let his lips began to move at her pace, sharing a little of snogging before he withdrew slowly with a huge grin lighting his countenance.

“Miss Spencer… I’m stumped with such indulgence to our primal instincts…” his eyes swollen like plates as he wiggled his head a little, in disbelief “but I must admit… I find it infinitely pleasing…” he spoke, something close to laughter bombarded with joy escaping from him, passing a hand through her locks as he tucked a few more behind her ear. “… wait… is it wrong I’ve enjoyed it?” he arched a brow as he was in the midst of a soliloquy, squinting a bit, assessing his actions. The man didn’t last long on it, just as a single glance back to her visage made him forget about the implications and concentrate in anything but what he was facing, “ … is it wrong I find you attractive? … whimsical, irreverent, witty and irresistibly beautiful?...” he queried, his doe eyed expression almost beseeching at her. “… because… regardless of all odds… I do, I simply do… and I can’t help myself” He didn’t mind the white powder smeared on his cheek, or the fact that there were ages apart them, and for a single whit, they could just pretend such inanities didn’t interpose between them.

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[beth spencer']

Locks of her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, showering them in a waterfall of auburn as her lips selfishly tangled with his own. While her vision dimmed, eyes closing as their lips met, all her other senses seemed only to heighten. She was overwhelmed, completely and totally lost in the moment – swooning beneath his musky scent and the tingling sensation which lingered behind every touch. Any anxieties she’d had about what she was doing that evening, were inexplicably washed away at the touch of his lips. She showed no resistance as his hand brushed softly against her cheek, but instead leaned into it, suddenly aching for his touch. Her lips only became more desperate for his own as his hand grasped gently at the base of her neck, before beckoning her forward as it intertwined with her soft locks at the back of her head.

Drawing her lips closed as she felt him pull away, Beth dared not open her eyes. Part of her wanted to stay in that moment forever, never returning to the reality of the situation. She had just kissed a man several years her elder, not only that but a man who was her professor. Joshua would surely kill her if he found out, well more likely Colton than herself. Breathing deeply she allowed her eyes to open, worries again washed away as she met the handsome smile which lit his features. She couldn’t help but laugh as she pushed her hair back behind her ear once more, trails of white powder lining his features. Resting her left arm on the ground beside him, she rolled over so that she lay on her back beside him, eyes refusing to leave his cool countenance.

“Miss Spencer… I’m stumped with such indulgence to our primal instincts…” She remained still as he spoke, unsure where the conversation might turn, feeling nervous, just as she had that day in his office. Again, she didn’t feel guilty, but knew she were in a place wary of being reprimanded, what was more though – was that she didn’t want it. With every meeting she was craving his attention more and more, he was enchanting in way that she found no other. A quiet breath of relief escaped her lungs when he admitted to finding pleasure in their instincts, no wonder how wrong they both knew them to be. Perhaps it is, She started slyly, as she reached across to brush some off the white powder from his face, smiling as each word fell from his lips - words that no one had ever used to describe her. But I like that you do. The words were simple, but behind them was a large sum of emotion, which she could barely hide behind the rising blush in her cheeks.

Perhaps, I should be less brash in my actions, but I find I have little control when it comes to you.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

RAMSHACKLE, SWEET RAMSHACKLE
_______________THERE'S NOTHING AS COSY AS A MAN'S FORTRESS_______________

Surreal, ethereal as grazing the clouds, her nimble hands swept gently through his factions, smearing whatever remnants of what the white powder had left upon them. Colt remained adamant, steeled in his very stance, though not because of angst or any other sentiment could be related to such omen, but the irenic notion that he had finally come clean respect of all had been pent up in his chest and had been unleashed in the most ephemeral instance he had ever witnessed to be part of. Her words lingered mischievously within his mind, cavorting here and there in the subsequent throe of thrusting over her and just flood her with kisses until she had had enough of him and she snubbed him, weary of his touch and contact. There was this uncanny tendency on the Sommer to cram people with themselves, until there wasn’t a single nook to be filled with it. Had ever been so certain about it, she was exhilarated from the manner in which she utilised the words to express the joy that seemed to brim her.

Colton inspected the nearness of hers, sensing her propped on her elbow to just let herself slump beside him with her neck craned sideways to allow her gaze to meet his. He chuckled lightly before switching to the former position she was maintaining, supporting his upper frame from his forearm as it bent neatly to permit him a grander view of her from above. “You and I, both…” he bellowed in the most lullaby chanting he could produce, almost as if he was completing her sentence when she remarked the inability of hers to restrain herself properly in his presence. “Not exactly a clots… but I believe my concentration is affected whenever you’re around, Miss Spencer…” he admittedly confessed, holding the flushing feeling that somehow sieged him, cordoning him to the point of having no escape to it. “Miss Spencer, you are accused of retaining professor’s focus throughout lessons…” he almost whispered, with a radiant grin spreading through his features as he did so, mustering his sense to work on a phoney reprimanding tone, “… how do you find yourself of such accusation?” he glommed at her, quite expectantly – both brows arched in an inquisitive manner.

“ The culprit of the crime… doubtlessly ” he nibbled on his lower lip for a whit before fumbling about with his hand, groping for her own, just when he found it, he let his fingers toyed a bit with the palm before slipping them between hers, intertwining them with his as he contemplated her expression, quite incapable of not smiling widely all along. “So… let’s hark to the sentence, shalt we?” quite unconscious of his moves, he got closer to her, almost nuzzling his nose against hers, tipping his head slightly downwards so his forehead slanted lightly on her head. Colton was exultant, and he couldn’t exactly conceal it – he was never good to lie, anyways.

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