Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone. [Kerr]

Emilia stared at the essay before her as if by watching it somehow it would eventually speak to her. Was it done? Or should she have gone more in depth? She tapped her plump bottom lip with her pointer finger, debating on whether or not to add more history in the text. She had other sources she could use… This was routine for the fourth year. Every weekend went the same. Bathe, cloth, eat, complete assignments, and study. And it usually involved being with her best friend while doing these things but Emilia had no clue of her counterpart’s whereabouts. Perhaps she had a late morning? Regardless, the witch gotten started without her so she was left proofreading by herself.

Emilia was leaned into a book, reading an excerpt from one of the few she had sprawled about the table around her, when she heard him. The witch broke into an immediate smile when she looked up to see the older Gryffindor, “Kerrigan!” She beamed and although her happiness hadn’t change, her smile turned into pouted lips and furrowed eyebrows when he spoke, “I was just trying to…” She trailed off when mentioned Hogsmeade. How tempting…Emilia looked at her assignments and books for a moment. She did have time to finish this another day…and it wasn't in her to miss an opportunity of exploring. The Ravenclaw turned back to her older cousin with a small growing smile while nodding once, she agreed, “You’re right…let’s go…”

Once she collected her things and placed her bag over her shoulder, she bounced over to Kerr and wrapped both of her arms tightly around his right arm. The witch looked up to him from his side, studying his face as they walked to Hogsmeade.  She noticed a bit of his scruff on the sides of his face and realized how much he had grown up. She decided to speak on it, “Now that you've went through puberty, Kerry, you've become much more handsome.” She continued to look up at him lovingly almost as if her cousin was some kind of puppy wagging its tail at her, “…It looks like you’ve gotten taller as well...” She faced back in front of her with a blissful smile, completely ignorant to the discomfort in her remark.

They arrived in Hogsmeade and although Emilia had been there a few times, she never ceased to be amazed by all the commotion and shops. “Ooooh! Look! Let’s get some pumpkin spice lattes- and then we can head to that place!” She pointed to a small boutique as she looked up at Kerr excitedly, bouncing on her toes.

[OOC: I'll get better, I promise >>]

This was boring. Kerr's head slumped against his hand as he stared at all of the numbers. Usually, he'd be all focused on the numbers. Woohoo, math. No. Not today. He was stircrazy and it was driving him up the wall, across the ceiling and back down the wall again. Seriously, why was everyone in this mad dash to study. He just wanted to do something. It was a weekend. Why was he still in this book filled prison? He wanted to see Freya. A little smile danced at his lips, and he slammed his book closed. That's it! He was going to go to Hogsmeade and get her something cute, and she'd smile. Everything would be well in the world.

Wait. ...He really didn't want to go by himself. It was stupid, but the last time he'd gone to Hogsmeade and wandered off, he'd had to take a month long vacation. He was surprised that he was by himself at the table, because the Regans had closed ranks around him. He usually wasn't unsupervised now, and as an adult male, it was beginning to become frustrating. Looking around the room, he frowned. Why did Emilia look so intent? She was just a baby, and she should be having fun. That was it.

Packing up his bags, he walked over there and pulled away the parchment from in front of her. "Mimi." He said, urgently. "No. This is unacceptable. It's the weekend. You're being boring. Why aren't we at Hogsmeade, having fun, and eating junk food? Up. Hogsmeade now." He tugged at her arm, before smiling broadly as she rose. Haha. He won.

He waited for her at the door, and smiled down at her when she grabbed his arm. One hand rested on top of hers as they walked. He made sure that she didn't walk over anything that would make her fall as he listened to her chatter. His eyes closed for a moment and he took a stablizing breath. He'd forgotten how abrubt and direct Emilia was sometimes. "Thanks Mimi." He smoothed his free hand over the back of his head. "You're becoming very pretty as you get older as well."

Wait.

How old was Emilia? Old enough for boys to start noticing her. His brow twitched as he thought about someone taking advantage of his little Mimi. He'd kill them. Roast them over a fire. As he thought, he petted her head absently. He'd protect her. He'd have to tell Jay, probably get Conall and Trevor, and they'd have a guard. Maybe they needed to check up on all the girls. Danny kept looking at Casey, and he had to make sure that he wouldn't have to punch him in the knee. Repeatedly. When punch really meant hit with a beater bat. Paddy Dragon was all fierce, but she still needed protection. He'd...just have to make sure she never found out. She had a fierce right hook. His face was still delicate.  Maybe it was a bad idea. No. He was a man. Casey wasn't that scary...

Once they got to the village, he was surrounded by girlish excitement. His younger cousins were the closest he got to baby sisters, so it was always a new experience for him. "Pumpkin...spice...latte?" What the f*ck where those? "Um. Sure." Then his eyes flicked to the place and he blanched. Nervous laughter bubbled up from his throat. It was so pink. Was that lace in the window display? She had to be kidding. He looked down at her, ready to say no, then he saw her eager face. He deflated and smiled softly at her. Why was he so weak?!

"Sure, Mimi. Let's go get one of those Pumpkin things, and go wherever you want..." He felt sweat slide down his spine. This felt like a bad idea. Like he wouldn't come out of it unscathed.

Emilia was oblivious to her cousin’s discomfort as she bounced on her toes looking up to him and awaiting approval. Sure Mimi… ”Really??!” The Ravenclaw squealed in excitement as she wrapped her arm around his once more and practically dragged him into the Crust and Crumbs bakery. The witch predominately knew of the place because her older sister Isabella worked there so Emilia was a frequent buyer of their sweets and coffee when she’d get the craving. Inside the shop was always sunny and bright so it normally matched the exact mood of the Ravenclaw. There were sweets set up deliciously everywhere around her and she made sure to point them out to Kerr (‘oooh look’ and ‘that looks soooo good’) as she walked up to the front desk. After ordering two specialty coffees and a few cookies, the cousins stood to the side.

The whole time they waited Emmy starred up at Kerr with big soulful turquoise eyes. To her cousin, she might have looked like she was trying to read him, perhaps even uncomfortably so, but in Emilia’s mind she was in awe of him. She knew the things Kerr had went through and she was so pleased to be able to spend time with him. He was in one piece, he was breathing, and he seemed to be okay for the most part. The sheer joy of knowing this information made the witch fill up to the brim with affection. When Emilia finally blinked she didn’t bother to say anything to the Gryffindor as she closed the space between them and hugged his waist snugly. And the tight faced smile she wore showed that she was fully content with her action.

Their order was called and Emilia broke free of her hold and bounced over to pay and grab their coffees. Once they were out the doors the Ravenclaw smiled up at her cousin while handing him his latte, “Do you want a cookie? They’re chocolate chip…I think there’s a few peanut butter ones too.” She grabbed a cookie from the bag without waiting for his response and placed it on his lips expectantly, a wide dimpled smile on her face. Emilia merely wanted to shower Kerr with her kind of affection, the Gryffindor was a saint in her eyes and a part of her felt responsible to show him love after what he’d went through. Though, she didn’t fully understand dragging the wizard to girlish shops was doing more harm than good

When they entered into the small pink boutique Emilia’s eyes immediately began searching for a jewelry section. She took a sip of her latte as she scanned the room. Completely overlooking the intimates and dress apparel, her eyes landed on a rack of hats near the back of the store. She looked at Kerr, big eyed and obviously excited, “Look! They have floppy hats!” The Ravenclaw linked arms with him and trudged to the back of the store where she found a pretty and humongous beige floppy hat and immediately put it on her head. She looked around for a mirror to check herself out but was unable to find one. So, the only obvious solution in her mind was to use Kerr.

Emmy stood up on her tippy toes and placed her floppy hat on Kerr’s head before leaning back to look at him. She tapped her pointer finger on her lips a few times before she spoke, “Hmm…it’s really pretty but we’re missing something…” Emilia reached for a pair of lady sunglasses and placed them on Kerr but frowned when it still didn’t seem to tie together, “Where do you suppose…Oh!” She ‘d found the earring display and looked to Kerrigan very seriously, putting up one finger, “I’ll be right back,” The witch turned to walk a few steps over to the earring display and picked huge daggling gold earrings and held them up for Kerr to see as she spoke in a sing song voice, “What do you think of these?”  The fourth year couldn’t have been more clueless as she shook the earrings with a cheerful smile on her face.