Winter Charm

[Doyle Blackwell]

"Yes, I suppose I am," he laughed. Moving to sit down on the log, he patted the spot next to him. It was tiring to stand during long conversations; at least, that's what he convinced himself was the reason why he wanted her to sit next to him. It had absolutely nothing to do with the way he felt strange around her. Watching the cats again, he noticed that Pouncy had fallen into the snow drift, and, since Delia had been in mid-pounce, she followed him under.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko sat next to him, thankful that her blush would simply be mistaken for a cold flush. She laughed as Pouncy went under. "Silly kitty. Those small little snowflakes aren't big enough to carry Delia, let alone you."

Pouncy got up, shaking snow every where.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Mimiko sat next to him, and Doyle turned his head away from her in embarassment. He cleared his throat. Delia peeked up at him from the snow bank, climbing onto Pouncy's back and mewing pathetically. He chuckled at her. "You deserved that, lil devil." He shifted his feet in the snow, wondering what sort of effect Mimiko had on him to make him forget about the snow swirling around him.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko noticed Doyle's discomfort, but with her usual personality, interpreted it wrong. "Is it too cold? I could get rid of it, if you wanted."

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle looked up at her, clearing his throat again and hoping his ears weren't turning red. They tended to do that at the most inoportune times. "Um, no, it's not the cold. Cold's fine. It's just, uh, well," he didn't know how to phrase it without sounding like a total wuss, "the snow. It makes me uncomfortable, I guess you could say." He scratched the back of his head before patting his lap to get Delia's attention. She jumped up gratefully, and curled against his stomach.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko nodded, understanding. "I'm terrified of the dark. Being a woman living alone in a busy city in Japan... You may get mobbed by fans, but..." She paused. "Thankfully, I can handle myself. Word got around that I was the master of Charms at the school, and people left me alone."

[Doyle Blackwell]

He smiled at her, glad she hadn't tried to pry like many of his past fans (not to mention the paparazzi, those guys were relentless!). Raising his wand, he pointed at the sky and said Meteolojinx Recanto! The snow stopped, but the cold persisted so that the snow already on the ground would not melt. He stroked Delia's back until she began to purr. "You do seem like a very capable woman, from what I've heard of your charms' classes. Though I've never seen you perform anything yet...care to demonstrate?" He grinned at her, egging her into a challenge. If she accepted, he'd definitely find her more interesting.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko blushed. She didn't normally like to show off, but if Doyle asked... And she didn't think he would mind if it was performed on him, either.

"Rictusempra!" She stated, pointing her wand at him. The spell was a Tickling Charm, the simplest and least painful she used. But it should be effective, even on someone of Doyle's stature.

[Doyle Blackwell]

His eyes widened as she said the spell. Oh for Merlin's sake, not that one! He began to laugh uncontrollably as an invisible force tickled him all over, causing him to fall off the log and into a snow bank. His clothes were soaked and he was still laughing. "F-Finite Incantatem," he managed to get out, ending the spell. "Good one," he said, smiling mischieviously at her. "Mobiliarbus!" he made the tree above her shake, causing a torrent of snow to fall.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko laughed as the snow engulfed her. So that's how this was going to go, huh? "It's on!" She yelled playfully. She bent down into the snow and made a tiny snowball. "Engorgio!" She muttered and the snowball grew to an impossible size. She used her wand to bring it back, and sent it flying at Doyle's chest.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle laughed along with her as the snowball fight started. After getting hit square in the chest with the gigantic snowball (there was just no way to dodge that one), he made his own small one and flung it at her. Just as it approached her, he whipped his wand at it and shouted "Geminio" multiple times, so a flurry of them were now hurtling towards her.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Mimiko blinked. Fast thinking had never been one of her strong points. It was one of the reasons she'd never been able to become an Auror. The snowballs, every single one, hit her square in the face and chest, knocking her backwards into a snow drift.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle couldn't hold back his laughter as he walked towards her. For someone so small, she wasn't very agile it seemed. Reaching down a hand, he held it there for her to grab. "Need some help?"

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Laughing as well, she popped up out of the snow with snowflakes clinging to her hair. "Thanks." She took his hand and stood, but she was still holding his hand even after she stood.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Doyle grasped her hand tightly and heaved her up, so she was once more standing on her feet. It took him a moment to realize their hands were still clasped. He knew without a doubt that his ears were definitely red now.