`you're very well read, it's well known (wesley!)

[teagan rae smith.]

``TEAGAN RAE SMITH!

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Teagan made her way through the stacks within the library, tracing her fingertips along the spines of the books. Some ancient tattered tomes, and other more recent books that applied so heavily to the Wizarding World. Libraries had always fascinated her, both in the Wizarding World, and the Muggle World within which she'd been born. She was pretty sure that a large portion of that fascination had come from her father's position as an English and History Professor, and those were both things she was extremely interested in.

Finding a particular interesting looking book, she removed it from the shelving, flipping it open onto the first page, and tracing her fingertip down the contents page. She absently flipped through the tome, before tucking it under her arm, deciding it would definitely be something she would be taking out of the library. Continuing her search, she moved around one of the taller shelves, heading into the deeper portions of the library. She hadn't seen too many people when she'd came in, but that wasn't altogether surprising as most students didn't prefer to spend their free time within the confines of the library.

Reaching the end of the aisle, she sat the book she held down on a table that was at the end of the passage, before turning to face the large bookshelf that was at the end of the area she'd followed. She kicked off the red heels that she was wearing, kicking them lazily under the seat she planned to occupy momentarily. It stretched high up towards the ceiling, as she let her violet eyes scan over some of the titles, attempting to find something of interest worth reading. Reaching up above her head, she yelped as she pulled out a book and a few more started to fall down at her, luckily she managed to catch both of them, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one had noticed her act of clumsiness.

Turning back to the shelves in front of her, she placed the book she didn't want back into the proper spaces, and then begna to flip through the one that had caught her interest. She absently reached up, running a hand through her long dark hair, before tugging her hood up over her head, so that her hoodie was properly showing off her little kitten ears. She began to read a few lines within the book, promptly losing herself in the text that she'd found.


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Wesley had been roaming around the campus ever since his classes had ended. He often did this, to let himself think, and to try and explore a little more. Usually, that never happened, because he was one of the eldest students at the school, and he'd explored about every inch of Hogwarts that he could explore. There was barely anything left for his young eyes to discover. Wesley stopped by the common room to drop off his messenger bag, and then he headed out, wondering where that Teagan was. He often would randomly bump into her, and then they would often plan to meet places. It wasn't hard to find her when she was in the same house, and year as him, and they'd known each other for several years. He paused outside of the common room, and bit down on his bottom lip, "If I were a Teagan where would I be?" The answer was clear: the library.

Moving away from the common room, the boy slowly transitioned through the building and crowd of students until he was nearly to the library. The library never had too many occupants, and he knew that Teagan would be in the midst of the few that were in there. Making sure that he was quiet, Wesley moved through the aisles, the long aisles that housed several old books. "Teagan!" he whispered loudly, and the librarian cought him, he heard a loud, "SHH!" and then continued on... this time whispering less loudly. "Teagan!"

Just then, he heard a crashing of books, and a grumble. He creeped around the aisle of books and watched as a few books tumbled down on top of Teagan. She caught them and pushed them all back in their places on the shelves, grabbing the one that she initially had reached for. He walked out from behind the asile, and clapped his hands together softly. "Good job, good job," he said, a large grin on his face. She was caught up in the tome in her hands, so he wondered when she would realize him. Tugging loosely at his blue tie, Wesley inched closer to her. "Now tell me, what are you doing in here? It's gorgeous outside, we could be painting sketches." He smiled, dimples showing on either side of his mouth.


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[teagan rae smith.]

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Teagan turned around, nearly dropping the book that she was actually holding this time, as someone spoke to her. She bit down on her bottom lip, as she successfully caught the book and tossed it onto the table. Obviously, she didn't have the coordination to attempt to read a book this particular evening. "Wesley Connor Gage, you are not allowed to make fun of me, you've known me long enough to know that I am absolutely terrible when it comes to being coordinated and excel solely in clumsiness," she reminded. She whimpered softly, crossing her arms over her chest, before reaching up and tugging her hood down over her head a little bit more.

The girl moved closer to her friend, letting her eyes trace over his features. She noticed the expression on his face, taking in the dimples that resided on each side of his face. It wasn't unusual for her to poke at them, as they were one of her favorite features, along with his nose and his eyes, though he constantly complained about how brown eyes were hideously ugly, which she didn't agree with at all. A slight laugh escaped her, as she pulled herself from her thoughts, and listened to exactly what he was saying, "Wesley, we both know that you've never seen me paint anything, ever," she said, shrugging slightly.

"Of course, I suppose I could give it a shot," she stated, moving towards her friend, she tugged at the tie that was around his neck, gently, before moving back to the table that her book were situated on. She hopped up onto it, crossingly her long legs, lazily. She wasn't in the mood to be outside in the bright sunshine, though the thought of spending time with Wesley did sound like a good idea. They could always found some quiet place out on the grounds, and possibly engage in a bit of cuddling. Though she and Wesley had a bit of a complicated and odd past, they'd remained close friends and always engaged in cuddling when they were together. They were both extremely affectionate people, and as the young male that was currently standing across from her was aware, cuddling happened to be one of her favorite things in the entire world. Which was interesting, since she had never been the type of girl to have an actual relationship, especially since the one person she could remember dating for any real stretch of time was Wesley.

Pulling herself from her ridiculously repeatitive thoughts, she turned her attention back to the attractive male before her. "Come sit by me, tell me about your day that's been so interesting while spent outside of the library," she said, a smirk playing on her lips, as she waited for him to do as she'd suggested.



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Wesley nodded in agreemend. Teagan was most definitely clumsy, yet it still wasn't an excuse for her to be dropping these sacred, old books all over the place. He huffed jokingly and then pouted for a moment, letting it quickly slide away from his face. "Stop staring at my dimples," he said as she began to walk closer. He knew it was what she was doing, as it was usually what she did when she first saw him. And she would poke them, and then pet his nose, saying it was the most adorable, freckled nose that she had ever had the pleasure of viewing. Wesley knew this was false. His nose was ugly, large, and spotted from being out in the sun too much. It was very awkward.

"Ha!" he said a bit too loudly, "I know. You're probably terrible at it. What I meant was, we can both go outside and I can sketch and paint a portrait of you while you read one of your little nerd books." He smiled softly, and then grabbed her hand, pulling her down the aisle a little bit. Then she asked him to come sit by her, and as he moved towards the table, he heard a very loud, "SHH!" which caused him to jump a bit in his place. He turned around and glared at the librarian who raised her eyebrows at him, and then continued to march down the aisle towards Teagan. Taking a seat at the table, Wesley propped his elbow up on the flat surface and then threw his leg up to rest on Teagan's lap.

He sighed, "It's been bloody boring. I can't wait for the weekend... another trip to Hogsmeade is seeming like a well-needed necessity around here. I'd like it if I could just go anytime I want, and you know.. sometimes I do, but... right now.." he shook his head and ended the statement with a sigh. Before he knew it, the librarian was at his feet again and tapped him on the head with her wand, telling him to shut it. Wesley sighed, "Teagan, lets get some fresh air?"


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[teagan rae smith.]

``TEAGAN RAE SMITH!

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Teagan looked at him, a large grin stretching over her features at his first words. "I would never ever look at your dimples, Mister Gage," she denied, the grin becoming even wider on her full lips. "Or comment on how absolutely perfect and adorable your nose happens to be...or the gorgeous hue of your eyes, I am simply above such things," she teased, though they both knew that she loved all of those features of his quite immensely.

The young woman smirked at Wesley, "Okay, you're right, I'm really terrible at artistic things," she said, forcing a pout onto her lips in place of the smirk. She jumped slightly along with Wesley, as the loud shush was administered, obviously informing the two young patrons that they needed to be more quiet in the sacred halls that were the library. Well, she'd been doing just fine until Wesley had wandered into the place. He always did seem to get her in trouble.

She gave a nod as Wesley came over and took a seat next to her on top of the table. She absently patted his thigh as he tossed his leg over her own legs, "I couldn't agree more. I could use a bit of time away from good ole' Hogwarts," she said, her slight accent showing on her words. Her accent was well colored from numerous travels with her parents throughout the years, along with her Italian ethnicity which was most prevalent when one was speaking to her elder grandparents. Her grandmother was completely adorable, and a completely tiny, Italian woman. Teagan on the other hand, had grown up in England, and while she knew Italian thanks to her grandparents, it wasn't something that showed a lot of influence on her words.

Opening her mouth to speak once again, she jumped slightly once more as she saw the librarian had now made her way down to Wesley. She promptly popped him on the head with her wand, causing Teagan to wince as she watched the action. She bit down on her bottom lip, listening to Wesley as he turned towards her, suggesting once again that they go outside. "Alright, love," she said, pushing her foot off of her. She hopped down from the table, snagging the two books she had and tucking them under her arm, "Come along, m'dear," she stated, reaching over her shoulder and grabbing his tie. She pulled on it, succesfully pulling him close to her and feeling his body pressed up against her own for the briefest of moments. She felt a slight chill at the base of her spine from their close proximity, but that wasn't unusual when Wesley was concerned. She mentally shook her head to clear it, before reaching down and taking his hand in her own and moving towards the exit of the library.


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Wesley had about had it with that librarian. He did enjoy literature, and more-so, muggle literature, but he wouldn't take her beatings. She seemed just to nit-pick at him all the bloody time. There was obviously something shoved up her bum or something. She might have just had a bad encounter in her past with someone who looked familiarly like Wesley. Well it wasn't his fault that she didn't like him; he never did anything but talk just as loudly as all of the other students in the library were talking. He sighed, and grumbled deeply as he turned towards Teagan. Teagan who had taken to grabbing his tie. She pulled him by the tie, up against her and he smiled at her softly. "Alright, Alright." He turned and pushed his way out of the library and moved out of the door.

Wesley was unsure of where he wanted to wander of to. He didn't often explore as much because there was so little exploring left for him to do. As a seventh year, Wesley was one of the oldest, and toughest students at Hogwarts. He didn't often pick on little kids, though. Instead, he took a rather brotherly reaction to the students there, and made friends with them, or acted as a support for the youngest of students, the first years. He would hang out with them and treat them just as if they were a student his own age. They needed someone like that in their lives; God knows they were all probably awfully scared of the large castle that they now had to call home. He pushed the thought from his mind, and realized that he had been staring down at the tile of the floor for the past few steps. When he looked up, he was a bit dizzy, but kept going.

"I don't know where to go. All of the good spots in the courtyard have been taken, and every tree throughout the grounds is occupied. The lake looks rather dirty today; someone obviously forgot to clean it. How about we go up to the Owlery? I have a few things I need to mail, and usually nobody's up that direction." He tilted his head to the side, shrugging at the suggestion he'd just made.


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[teagan rae smith.]

``TEAGAN RAE SMITH!

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Teagan smiled as she walked hand-in-hand with Wesley, listening to all of the suggestions that the young man put forth for them to try for the afternoon. She was in the mood to do absolutely anything that he might have in mind, but that wasn't unusual. She and Wesley spent a good deal of time together, but as they both had basis in the Muggle World, they also had soem things that they discussed that other students would have been quite unaware of at all, which made them even closer. Biting down on her bottom lip, she turned to face him, watching the cute little expression that passed over his face, as he seemed to ponder all of the suggestions that he'd just uttered. "The owlery sounds like a fine place to go , Mister Gage, though I am quite curious whom you might be writing to. Is it to that incredibly attractive older brother of yours, or are you simply sending me something you're too afraid to say to my face, like how much you absolutely adore me?" she inquired, a teasing smirk on her lips. First and foremost, she knew how much it irked Wesley when she referred to his older brother as attractive, especially as he was in his thirties.

Moving towards the stairs, she began to take the proper path that would lead to their destination. She knew that he was quite right and that few students or teachers wandered to the Owlery for any real amount of time, which would make the place perfect for them. He could do what he actually had to do, and then they could simply relax together and have a bit of conversation without worrying about being bombarded by first years or something of the like.

Reaching their destination, Teagan opened the door that allowed them to step into the room that they had been seeking. She absently moved closer to Wesley, feeling a cold bit of air rushing up to meet them in the tower as they entered. Of course, that wasn't too unusual as the place was kept well-ventilated, which meant it wasn't particularly well-insulated. The girl reached up, brushing her dark bangs out of her face, though they promptly feel right back, before tugging her hood even further down onto her head. Glancing around the room, she took in the sight of several owls of all different colors, shapes, and ages. They were several that were quite adorable, and even a few that were sleeping with their heads tucked tightly beneath their wings. Of course, numerous others were quite awake as they looked at the two students entering, obviously wondering what they were doing at the moment.

Teagan turned to look at Wesley, smiling softly, "So, which one is yours? Or were you just sneaking me up here since it was secluded?" she teased, "There isn't a letter, is there?" she smirked. The smile that was hidden beneath the smirk would be quite obviously to Wesley, as she moved to wrap her arms lazily around his neck, as she looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow and obviously waiting for some kind of response, whether it was him removing a letter from his person, or ravaging her on the floor, whichever direction things to decide to go, of course.


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Wesley bowed his head at her statement and looked at her with jokingly angry brown eyes. he raised ihs eyebrow and pushed his lips out a little bit in a pout. "I can't understand you, Teagan. Either you like my brother, or you like me. You should really make up your mind." At the end of his sentence, he tapped her nose softly, and then grinned at her. Teagan had always joked with him about his older brother ever since she had seen random photos of him throughout the years. These photos didn't move, though, they weren't the special kind that the wizarding world had, although Wesley did have some of them decorating his bedroom walls. These were photos of him and his brothers and younger sister. Candid shots, never taken in a studio before. He loved his siblings, Demetrius, Ian, and Peyton, all very much. Far more than he would ever love his parents, but not as much as he loved his grandfather, Gabo.

He pushed the thoughts of his relationships with his family back to the edge of his mind while he focused on what he and Teagan were doing... walking. Wesley spotted an owl that looked familiar, he'd used it before. It was someone in his house's owl. He smiled, noting that he would be using that one. It was asleep but when Wesley gave it a treat, he knew it wouldn't mind. He turned towards Teagan and raised his eyebrows at her as she began to speak to him. He turned his head as blush began to rise to his cheeks. He knew Teagan all too well, but she didn't know him as well as she thought she might. He shook his head, looking back at her, an embarrassed smile on his face. "I do have a letter." He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of envelops. "Three, actually."

Pulling out of Teagan's grasp, Wesley moved over to the shelf of owls that were seated, waiting for someone to request services of them. He patted one on the head, waking it up. "Smokey," he said, and the owl looked at him directly in the face. It seemed to be smiling with its eyes. Wesley reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag that held a treat for the owl. He fed it to him, and then handed the letters to him, telling him where they went. Without waiting an extra second, the owl pushed himself off of the shelf and flew out of the grounds, into the muggle world. He turned back around to Teagan. "I'm sure that was your goal, wasn't it? Trying to keep me up here to ravage me?" He laughed softly and slowly moved back towards her.


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Teagan smiled softly as she looked at Wesley, forcing her attractive features into a pout as he moved away from her. She hopped up onto the edge of a desk that occupied the room, before moving off of it again, as she had spotted something of interest. Her violet eyes moved to Wesley as she noticed him with an owl, feeding it treats, and then giving it the letters that he wanted sent off to, well, whomever that they happened to be for. She watched him conversing with the tiny animal, and smirked slightly. Cute.

Turning her attention back to the small cage that had caught her attention in the first place, she peeked down at the tiny owl that was there. She wondered if he been birthed recently, or if it was perhaps one of the first years owls that had yet to grow fully. Whatever the case, it was extremely tiny, and extremely adorable. She opened the latch on the cage, picking up the small, feathered creature that was a midnight hue. It was utterly adorable, as it's tiny, black eyes looked up at her in a rather sleepy fashion. After petting it for a moment, and cooing softly at it, she placed it back into the cage as she registered Wesley's foot steps moving towards her from behind.

The young woman turned on her heel, laughing slightly as she heard his words. "That's just ridiculous," she said, a smirk sliding onto her liips to replace that smile that had came from the laughter she'd made just a moment before. "Actually, we both know that isn't ridiculous, at all, but may I point out that you're the one who came looking for me in the library," she stated. She took a few steps towards him, tapping him in the chest with her finger to punctuate her point.

"Well, Mister Gage, since you've properly sent your letters, how are we going to occupy our time? Especially since you're obviously not planning on ripping off my clothes or anything," she stated, the smirk making it quite obviously that she was only joking, though that didn't sound unappealing in any way whatsoever. Oddly enough, despite all of the other people that she'd slept with in her short seventeen years, Wesley Connor Gage had yet to be one of them. She looked up into his almost honey-colored eyes, noting the little flecks of olive green that resided there. As she did so, she let her hands become occupied with the task of undoing the tie that was around his neck, and then placing it onto her own, and beginning to tie it in the proper fashion. "Is this a good look for me?" she asked, absently, ducking her head to watch her hands as she properly tied it around her neck, of course, it didn't match her outfit in any way whatsoever. She quirked an eyebrow, however, waiting for Wesley's response, as she looked up at him through a veil of dark hair.

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Wesley smiled at her and moved his hands to her hips, holding them as he looked down into her violet-grey eyes. He had definitely learned how her eyes worked over the years. They were normally violet, more blue when she was sad, and more grey when she was in the mood. He looked down at her, although there wasn't much separating the two in terms of height. He was just a few inches taller than she was, being six foot one, and Teagan being oddly tall for a girl. "I may have came to found you, but we both know that you wanted to be looking for me, anyway. Plus, you're always the suggestive one.. if you know what I mean." He winked at her and then pulled his hands away from her hips.

He shook his head at her words, she very well knew that he had absolutely no intentions of sleeping with her right now, at least not at this time in his life. He simply wanted her friendship. Okay, maybe that was a lie. It most certainly was, he would love to be more than friends, and get all of the benefits that came with it, he just didn't think he was ready for that. Not yet. "You're right. I'm obviously not going to rip off all of your clothes, and ravage you in the smelly Owlery." As he said this, he moved his hand against her shoulder, pretending to take off the article of her clothing that his fingers caught beneath.

"Yeah, it looks better on you than it did on me," he said, jokingly of course. He smiled and tugged playfully at the tie. He pulled her outside of the small room, and to the stone-lined stairs that they'd used to enter the Owlery. He looked up at the sky, seeing that it was getting darker by the second. Soon, it would be night, and then they would be forced inside by the administration. He didn't mind, though, but he would enjoy it while he could. He had lies lined up, especially ones denoting they were... stargazing for Astronomy class. That was a good one. He smiled to himself.

Leaning up against the stone wall that lined the stairs, Wesley looked up once more. "I love the night. I wish they would let us stay out later." He looked down at Teagan and moved closer to her, pushing her up against the wall and pinning her there. Wesley tilted his head playfully, and then ran his tongue over his teeth. "You want me?" he questioned, his voice soft.

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[teagan rae smith.]

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Teagan looked at Wesley, as he moved over towards her. He moved his hands down onto her hips, as he looked into her eyes. She let her violet eyes meet his own, well aware that he would be able to tell exactly how she was feeling based on their strange hues. While it was always interesting when people were attentive enough to realize what those hues meant, it was also frustrating when it gave away exactly what she was feeling when it was something she'd prefer to keep hidden from those around her. Of course, she'd met Wesley in her first year, and he had interpreted the way her eyes worked long ago, and always used that to her advantage.

The young woman slid a pout onto her lips as she listened to his words, "I am not...suggestive," she said, though the pout faded to a smirk at his word choice that she had just echoed. Suggestive. Well, that was definitely a tame way to speak about how she preferred to act, most others would refer to it as something more like seductive or flirtacious, or on numerous occasions simply...slutty. She forced herself to focus on the moment between them, instead of losing herself in her thoughts as she did so easily on numerous occasions. "You're right. I think if we're finally going to sleep together that you would be kind enough to choose a better location than the Owlery," she said, smirking at the thought. Of course, if Wesley decided to ravage her, well, she'd probably just have to accept it and enjoy wherever it happened, whichw as perfectly fine with her.

Following Wesley outside of the room, she listened to his words as he leaned against the wall that was against the staircase. "I defintely agree. When I'm not here, hell, I'm lucky to even come home when it's actually night," she said, laughing softly at the statement. "I don't enjoy being forced to spend my nights locked up in a big castle," she said, pouting slightly, as she reminisced on some of the adventures she'd had with Brody when she was living in Chelsea during the holiday.

Her mind was forced away from anything but Wesley, however, as he pushed her up against the wall, pinning him there between himself and the cool stone. She looked up into his face, positive that her violet eyes were becoming more grey with each second that passed. Especially when he finally decided to speak. Biting down on her bottom lip, she was sure that she tasted blood, as he resisted the urge to tell him exactly how bad she wanted him, and the horrible things thats he'd like to do to him. "Wesley Connor Gage, this is not nice," she stated, deciding to play dirty, as well. She arched her hips towards his body, pressing herself more fully against him, as she looked up at him through thick eyelashes, "And I think we're both aware what the answer to that question is, as well as how much I'm enjoying what you're currently doing at the moment.."

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He nodded in agreement. If anything, Wesley definitely hated to be restricted. It was one of his biggest peeves, for someone to give him a specific set of rules and to keep him in one place at one time for too long. It was also why he didn't like going to school; plus, he could drop out of Hogwarts anytime he wanted to, but he didn't want to disappoint Gabo. He honestly didn't need this place, or these people. He was intelligent enough, and planned on living in the muggle world, anyway. Wesley could get impatient, and when he was being forced to be inside the castle at a specific time, he got impatient and antsy rather quickly.

He realized that teasing her was mean, but it didn't stop him from doing it. It was a bad idea, however, because Teagan could play back. It was something that often slipped Wesley's mind, since he normally didn't really mess with her like that, instead just focused on them maintaining a friendly relationship. However, he did enjoy doing it occasionally, and right now proved to be one of those random times. Smiling softly to himself, Wesley began to pull away as he felt Teagan press her hips against his own hips. He knew she would rebel. He felt her hipbone graze over his hipbone, and bit down on his lip as she touched him. If he hadn't had pulled away, he might have pushed back... and then they would've ended up on the Owlery floor...

He laughed softly, "Teagan." His voice was low and it was soft. He grinned at her and then moved down, stepping down the stairs a bit, so that he was a couple of steps down from her. He reached out and took her hands in his own, holding them and swinging them for the moment. He let go of them and turned around, pinning his back against the wall and pushing his feet up to the other side of the wall. He could hold himself like this comfortably due to the small space in between the building and the outer stairs. And he was quite tall. "So, what are we to do now? Stargaze and dream about how we wish we were shagging each other?"


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