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[never_promised]

The conversation with Teja has had at least one outcome worth noting: Harry's remembered his fondness for football. He's scrounged up a ball from the gym, and has been kicking it up and down the hallways all day.

Probably making a nuisance of himself, in fact.

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[livinginmyglass]

"O, that is no courage," she laughs. "It is no war, no duel, no feat of arms. --but ay, let us keep indoors, if we may."

[never_promised]

If we may being the operative phrase: the next door they find opens out onto the grounds. Right, well, must have turned wrong somewhere. Try again.

The next door, and also the next, open again into the brisk January air. "...I have no luck with doors in this place."

[livinginmyglass]

Viola makes a face. "Well... it seems the lady of the house would have us venture forth."

She's definitely wishing she'd worn a cloak.

[never_promised]

"So it seems." Yeah, Hal is wishing much the same; he tucks his chin into his collar and gives the ball a solid kick out onto the frosty turf. Yay. There's less snow than there was after the first onslaught of magic winter, but it's not gone

"The ground by the stables may be clearer." And rougher, where people exercise their horses, but eh.

[livinginmyglass]

Viola bows and says quite formally, "And I shall beat you there, your majesty."

And she takes off. Race?

[never_promised]

"Nay, but--!" Yep, his majesty is very apparent as he bounds along after her laughing. It takes about five seconds for him to catch up, and then another second to wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her just off balance. "Nay, but thou hast o'errun our football, thou loon."

[livinginmyglass]

Nooo, unfair! There's enough snow to cushion her fall, at least.

"O, dishonorable!" she cries.

[never_promised]

He doesn't let her fall! Well--he doesn't mean to, but they do sort of tangle one another up, and as soon as she's on her way down so is he. Floof. "No more dishonorable than thy trick of stealing a start."

[livinginmyglass]

"True indeed," she concedes. "We shall be equal in dishonesty, and need demand no satisfaction."

[never_promised]

He starts to sit up, but flops back. "Dost thou always settle so easily, demanding no satisfaction?"

[livinginmyglass]

Viola has a funny feeling that's a dirty joke she doesn't quite get.

"I prefer to be peaceable," Viola says. "But even a lady hath some honor."

[never_promised]

Hm that's weird what gave her that idea.

"And having honor, may demand satisfaction..." This time he manages to sit up, and reaches over to brush some of the snow out of Viola's hair.

[livinginmyglass]

"Just so." She squeezes her eyes shut as he brushes the snow away. "Though a lady does not demand satisfaction in the field."

[never_promised]

"Not in the field, if she be a lady." Right. He flicks her hair again with a finger, then gathers his feet under himself and stands. "Must I turn back for the football?"

[livinginmyglass]

"No, no, 'tis for me to serve, is't not?" She stands up as well and takes a moment to brush herself off.

[never_promised]

"...'Tis full summer in England," he observes, just a shade pathetically, as he dusts himself off as well.

[livinginmyglass]

"And near spring in Illyria," Viola says, bending to retrieve the soccer ball. "Come, where shall we go?"

[never_promised]

He nods over to the stable, where there's enough cleared space to knock a ball around if they want. Hal...isn't necessarily in any great rush? At least, it doesn't look like it, from the way he darts off to the side suddenly, scoops up some snow, and flicks it at Viola.

[livinginmyglass]

The shriek Viola emits is-- not particularly manly. She reacts almost before she has time to think, flinging the ball in Hal's direction.

[never_promised]

He laughs and flails dramatically under the assault. "And thou didst say thou wert all peace, as gentle as a dove, soft as a kitten!"

[livinginmyglass]

"O, but 'twas a cruel provocation!" It is her turn to sound only slightly petulant as she adds, "'twas just at my ear."

[never_promised]

"Not the ear! 'Tis the most dire place for it; let me see thy perilous wound. A king hath a healing touch."

[livinginmyglass]

Viola laughs and comes back over. She tilts her head, still laughing, to present her ear to him.

[never_promised]

It's...it's inevitable, right? That he should duck his head to kiss the corner of her jaw, just below the ear?

Anyway, it's just a kiss.

[livinginmyglass]

It's awfully strange, how one can be kissed on the cheek one's whole life and think nothing of it, and then move maybe two inches over and down and-- if she'd been expecting it, she wouldn't have expected it to feel quite like that.

She looks up at him, startled by-- well, all of it.