How he’d managed to forget his wallet at Alicia’s was a mystery to Leifr. He’d only been there for an hour tops, and he’d sworn it had been in his back pocket when he left. But, for whatever reason the wizard had been wrong on all accounts. Luckily for him, though Alicia had found it before he had had a chance to realize that it was missing on his own. Once he was done with his shift at the pub, and thankfully so, the man decided he would pop over to her flat and pick up his wallet, she only lived a few blocks from The Stag & Hen, so it wasn’t like he had to go very far.
After walking the few short blocks the brunette found himself standing in front of Alicia’s door, just having knocked. While he waited for the witch to answer the door Leifr began to wonder if they should have done something for Valentine’s day. They were sort of a couple, weren’t they? She’d come to Trickett Christmas with him, and spent the night at his place, although nothing had happened beyond some cuddling. In one sense the ex-Gryffindor wasn’t in any hurry to rush into anything neither of them wanted, but he also didn’t want her thinking he wasn’t interested in her, either.
Leifr’s inner thoughts were quickly interrupted by the soft click of a latch being slid into the unlocked position and a door opening with a creak of protest. He looked up quickly, a grin already making it’s way onto his face before he’d even really looked at her. But as his eyes took in the sight in front of him, his easy smile paused, before mixing with a bit of confusion. Alicia wasn’t wearing pants. She wasn’t wearing much of anything, actually. Not that the wizard was complaining about that fact, it was just that her choice of attire had been a surprise.
The man stood for a minuet, half staring and half drinking her in before blinking once, twice, and then sheepishly clearing his throat “Hi..”. Stepping through the open door, Leifr rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little silly for having gawked at her so blatantly, even if they were something to each other. After another paused he shot her a slow grin, some of his confidence finding him again “Did I interrupt something, or?” He almost felt like he shouldn’t look at her, like he shouldn’t be wanting to look at her dressed like she was, but he did.
As he watched her walk over to the couch, the wizard did his best to look anywhere other than at her curves that were on display thanks to her shirt. Biting his lip and effort to distract himself from the urge to look, Leifr sat himself down on the couch, tugging off his coat as he did so. Laughing softly and shaking his head at her light jab the man spoke “ I don’t know either. I could have sworn I had it with me when I left.” He paused raising his eyebrow as he did so “ Well, I didn’t get very far, did I? And what exactly do you think I’ve got in my wallet?” He teased back “You made food..?” Though any thought of further witty replies was cut off when the wizard caught sight of the hint of red lace that was peaking out from beneath her top. Something was up.
It was almost like she was trying to seduce him. That would explain the slight blush, and the way she’d been peeking at him sideways before they’d sat down. Leifr was amused, and flattered. And, had he been a better person, he would have simply gone along with the whole thing. But, he wasn’t. not when he could ruffle her feathers a little more in the process.
Forcing himself back on track he spoke “Work was alright, pretty noisy.” his tone even, and light unlike the way he let his eyes trace her figure. He was fairly certain she would notice the change, but even if she didn’t, he could slowly up the ante. He’d forgotten that there had been a confetti shower just before things had wrapped up for the night. Oops. Letting out a playful grumble the Trickett shook his head, effectively sending confetti in several different directions “Better?” He quipped.
When she took his hand to lead him to the kitchen, the wizard let his fingers twine with hers. Pie and food? She was off to a pretty good start. Now that they’d come to a stop in the kitchen, Leifr leaned in just enough so that she’d know just how close he was, but not to the point where he was overcrowding her. Acting as though he was leaning over to look at the pie he spoke softly in her ear, a small grin tugging at his lips “ Looks pretty good...definitely good enough to eat..” It was a cheesy line, but how else would he be able to keep things light and fun? That was the name of the game, after all.
