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Oliver Fletcher · 05-12-2010, 07:21 PM

Tiffany gazed into Jack's eye's, loosing herself in the moment. She could feel the cold all around her, but none of it seemed to matter anymore. She had Jack, and that was all that she needed. "Jack... I don't need the world if I have you." She responded in kind. The moon cast a celestial glow to his face, giving it an unatural glow that made the moment even more special. Tiffany was at peace with the world for the moment, and that moment felt like it could outlast dynasties and dictatorships. With Jack, she felt unstopable.

James Mack · 05-12-2010, 07:38 PM

Jack chose to say nothing, deciding that any words would interrupt the moment now, as it reached its height. Instead he satisfied himself by kissing her on the lips - nowhere near as passionately as in The Three Broomsticks, but nevertheless he found himself at one with Tiffany, mixing himself in with her sweet aroma. "Come," he whispered, running his hand down her body until it found her hand and taking it softly. "Let's go back."

Oliver Fletcher · 05-12-2010, 09:44 PM

Tiffany felt Jack's lips upon her once again. While not nearly as magical as it had been earlier, it seemed as though every time they kissed it brought her back to that moment, bringing the feelings with it. She nodded her head slowly as they set off for the castle, already reliving the evening in her head. With Jack's hand in her own, they made their way back to the road to Hogwarts, leaving the Lake behind, as though it were a forshadowing of events to come.

James Mack · 05-12-2010, 10:24 PM

Glancing down at the Lake as it shrunk from view, he couldn't help but remember her remark about the hot tub; despite his best efforts he couldn't shake the image from his mind. Despite his distractions, they were soon right up at the doors to the castle itself. "Well," he whispered as they entered the great building once more. "That was amazing, Tiff. It really was. I'll see you tomorrow then," he added, hugging her tightly before breaking away at last; what felt like the first time he had ever broken contact with the girl.