Taunt Me If You Wish }{ Matt

[London Kale]

London was currently staring at the Black Lake. This was the only free period that the young Gryffindor girl had that Guilhem Rochefort didn't have. And she thanked Merlin's soggy buttocks that she was finally away from her annoying boyfriend. Being around someone with an ego that big was likely to drive you insane quick, and she was perplexed at the idea that she had survived this long. Even more so that she had to snog the hell out of him any time he wanted to. All he basically had to do was catch her off guard in public so that she couldn't push him away (he was a clever son of a bitch). This arrangement bothered her and appealed to her. She was a bit split on it. On one hand, He was a great kisser (Like some sort of sensualist. Which wouldn't be to surprising by what she had recently heard about him lately), but she just hated who he was. That stupid, arrogant Slytherin brat had lips of a saint. A sigh escaped her as she thought over this yet again. Well, any girl would really kill to fill her shoes (apparently Giulhem was actually a well sought after guy).

London also found that this 'relationship' changed her. She wouldn't admit that she was changing to anyone she wasn't close to. But she had noticed that having an enemy with benefits did change her. For instance, she would be sitting in class and the unfortunate teacher would mention some spell that was invented in France, or mention a war that had happened in France and she wouldn't be able to concentrate again until she found her boyfriend and snogged him. She didn't tell him that this was happening to her (in fear that his ego would swell even more), though. She let him believe that she was protesting the whole thing (which she was ninety percent of the time). Another sigh escaped her as she turned her attention away from the body of water in front of her. She looked down at her sketch book, which had a lot of badly drawn squiggles on the page she was turned to. Every once in a while she would try to draw something at Hogwarts but she just couldn't get her artistic abilities to come out. She was a great drawer, she just didn't do to well whenever she didn't have muse. Muse usually consisted of Cafe de Flore and the Eiffel Tower.

She threw her sketch book down and let out an agitated scream. Why didn't she have muse?

[Matt Brookes]

Matt had been having a pretty good week so far. Well, despite the fact that Phoebe had turned down his offer for a date. However, being Matt, he didn't let this get him down. Instead he started planning ways to ask her again, this time with more tact. It was probably his abruptness that made Phoebe reject him, so the next time he asked it would be planned out and innovative. Once again, being Matt, innovative was not hard for him to come up with. He had all sorts of colorful ideas going through his head, but he had finally decided on one way he should ask Phoebe out. All he had to do was get the Gryffindor common room password from London and he was set. It was going to be perfect because it would still be unexpected, yet planned. There was no way Phoebe could turn him down this time. Well, that was still a good possibility, but at least this time it was not for lack of trying. And Matt wasn't discouraged easily, he would just find another way to ask her out the next time.

Getting the password from London, though, meant finding London. Matt hadn't seen the Gryffindor in quite awhile, though he had heard plenty about her. Apparently his friend had started going out with a Slytherin. A French Slytherin. That image made Matt laugh every time he thought of this Guilhem Rochefort. At the same time Matt felt a little bit worried, since that kind of guy was not normally London's type. Maybe she was changing, but maybe she had just gotten herself into some kind of scrape. It sounded just like London to get herself mixed up with a guy by accident or something. He should talk to her about it, see what was going on. First he had to find her. With this on his mind Matt wandered outside during his free period, thinking that London might have done the same thing. Shifting his book bag onto his other shoulder, Matt thought about taking his stupid robe off, since it was now spring and warm out.

He didn't have time to do this before he spotted London sitting by the lake drawing (or attempting to draw). Suddenly she threw down her pad and yelled. Smirking, Matt snuck up behind the girl and raised an eyebrow. "You know, it's behavior like that that makes me suggest things like anger management. You should check it out, they do wonders for you... or so I've heard." The Ravenclaw commented in a cheeky tone of voice. He was probably going to get slapped upside the head for that comment, but it was worth it.

[London Kale]

London glared at the Black Lake. It just wasn't enough for her for some reason. The par that bugged her though was that she didn't know why. She sighed, knowing that she would have to go to France soon, she missed the place too much after being away for a few months. She was ready to get up and go into the castle but froze when she heard a familiar voice. It sounded teasing and slightly brotherly like. She turned her head to look at Matt. Long time no see. She had been so busy with Guilhem she had forgotten to spend time with her best friend. She would have greeted him properly (With a smile and a nod and all) but he just had to be a big pain in the butt. She hit him over the head, hoping to knock some sense into him. It wasn't the hardest she could hit. She always went a little soft on Matt. "You are such an ass sometimes." Yep, typical Matt. He would always say something, knowing there would be serious consequences, but he took his slim chances anyway. And that's part of what London loved about her sarcastic, and extremely lazy Ravenclaw friend.

She looked at him again and her eyes narrowed. She searched over his face again and again. Her eyes narrowed a bit more (almost fully closed now), not in anger though. “That look on your face...You want something.” She said knowingly. She then picked up her sketch book and flipped through it again. She recalled all the times she had drawn the Eiffel Tower from many different angles. She closed the sketchbook and looked at Matt again. “What do you want? And this wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Gryffindor girl, now does it?” She smiled, having been told from Phoebe about how Matt asked her out on a date. She had been pretty angry when she was told that Matt had been turned down for the said date by her fellow house and dorm mate. She was sure it had to do with her. The heart wants what it wants. It does, but it shouldn't. She wasn't exactly why Phoebe had turn her friend down, but she wasn't going to fix it. She had her own problems with a the guy she interested in. Why of all people did it have to be Sirius Black?

[Matt Brookes]

London's slap and comment made Matt laugh a bit. "Ah, but it's part of my charm. Wouldst thou have me any other way?" He questioned, a cheeky grin replacing the laugh. "And if ya please, miss. Go easy on me 'air. Oi spent all mornin' fixin' it jus roight." He added, his brown eyes growing large and his bottom lip quivering just the slightest bit. The pitiful look did not stay long, however, as Matt grinned again and plopped down next to London. He looked over at the sketchpad she was flipping through and smirked. "Like the Eiffel tower? Or is it just the French that you like. Oui, you know eets true. You like dees French man... dees Sleethereen. You can no resist hees charm." Matt made a face at his horrible French impersonation, but he went with it. It was all he had. Teasing London about this Rochefort dude probably wasn't the best way to start off a conversation about him, but Matt only realized that after he did it. Well, the only thing he could do was wait and see how London reacted. If it was negative he would apologize, if it was positive he'd just move on to the serious talk.

At London's question, Matt made his best innocent face and pointed to himself. "Me? Want something? You jest." He motioned with his hand as if he was swatting a fly away. "And what would ever give you the idea that I need something in an area that concerns a girl? I mean, it is me we're talking about. I would never... Okay. Yeah, I need something." Matt got tired of joking around and decided to just get to the point. "I need a itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, tiny favor from you." He turned to face London and once again made his brown eyes get big. "Please, mum. Could oi 'ave the Gryffindor password." Then he flashed London his most winning smile and waited to see what she said. Merlin let her say yes, because if she didn't he would have to resort to plan B. And flying in to the Great Hall on his broom and asking her amongst shooting fireworks was both dangerous and stupid. And it would probably get him expelled. That was the last thing he needed, because he had just started to get on McGonagall's good side... or the only kind of good side that witch had. Last thing he needed was to ruin it for some girl. Phoebe, not some girl. Phoebe was not some girl. He was rambling in his head. That was sad. He should shut up. Back to London. Matt looked over at London and hoped he hadn't been making strange faces while he thought to himself.

[London Kale]

London sighed and ruffled Matt's hair “I wouldn't change you for the world, Mattykins.” Just as she finished ruffling it, he commented on his hair. “Oops...” And she did her best to fix it. She turned away from him “Don't even look at me like that. You know it makes me feel like I did something wrong.” She nodded when he asked about the Eiffel Tower but her mouth started gaping as he went on. She knew where this was going. He then started teasing her about Guilhem. This was sure to be an interesting day with him. With her mouth already open she wanted to say something but just laughed as he did an exceedingly bad French accent. She smacked him again “Shut up,” she paused “ I can so resist his charm. Well, if he had charm I could. His charm is faked, all there is is arrogance. Obviously, he's been reading up on romantic novels, though. He has thrown a few romantic gestures my way...” Her thoughts flashed back to the first day they met and he kissed her hand...and he mouth. “I think you're just jealous, Matthew...” She joked, knowing that the idea was preposterous. “But don't worry, my heart will always belong to you.” Yet another joke, but she was glad that very few people were around. Some got the wrong idea about her and Matt.

London rolled her eyes as he played innocent. “Yes, you. You want something all the time.” She looked over at him, clearly amused. So maybe this wasn't about a girl. Maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought. She almost scoffed at the thought. She not know Matt like the back of her hand (NEVER!). She laughed when he quit the act and returned to somewhat normal. “An itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, tiny favor?” She asked, raising her eyebrows in curiosity. She looked at her best friend for a bit before closing her eyes. She hated when he smiled like that. He always got his way. She sighed though, now having the look on his face etched into her retinas. “It's Poppyseed...” She said, finally giving up. “So why do you need to corner Phoebe so bad?” Of course, she already knew the story. But sometimes it was better to hear it from the other person's point of view...She was worried that Matt might actually be going a little overboard. Not something she had a problem with in the past. She just didn't want him getting hurt. Then she would have to stop talking to Phoebe for a while to comfort Matt since he was not one to give up after the first rejection. He would try a few more times if he had to.

[Matt Brookes]

Matt raised one eyebrow at London's statement. "You can't resist me, huh?" He smirked and then laughed. "Well of course not; I'm irresistible. It's the smile, isn't it. And the eyes, they just seem to go deep down for miles." He stopped, realizing that he was sounding way too much like a douchebag. Instead he flashed her a smile for fixing his hair. "Thank you kindly." He then laughed at her comment about his look. "That's the point, my dear friend." He told her with a knowing nod. Obviously she was in an okay mood because she didn't hit him for poking fun at her 'thing' with Guilhem. When she told him to shut up he sighed dramatically. "Alas, if only I could. That's my whole problem, you know. I've never met a word I haven't liked. Except for maybe poodle. That is an annoying word." London then went off about Guilhem's charm... or lack of charm... and Matt just smirked. "Take care, Lon. That smells strongly of bitterness." He gave London an annoying 'I know you like him more than you let on' look and leaned back, propping himself up on his arms. "Psh, I don't get jealous. I have no reason to get jealous." He joked and then gave London a friendly smile.

At London's comment about him wanting something all the time Matt looked shocked and pointed to himself. "Me? London, I... I can't believe you would say that. I have never been anything but giving and self-sacrificing." He then shook his head as if he had lost all faith in humanity. After dropping the act and hearing London repeat his words Matt nodded. "It's so small you'd never have seen it coming." He smirked. Hearing the Gryffindor password, Matt grinned and winked at London. "You are a life saver, Lon. I owe you... put it on my tab." He laughed and committed the password to memory. Now operation Get Phoebe to Agree to Date Matt was to be put into effect. Brilliant. He looked up sharply when London mentioned Phoebe. "How..." Then he trailed off. He had probably told London at some point, and London shared a dorm with Phoebe so she was bound to know something. One could never tell exactly what a female knew. "Well, I have to ask her out in an inventive way that is conducive for a yes. See, spur of the moment doesn't really work with our dear Miss Dupont, so I had to call upon all of my skills for this one." He sighed. "I hope she says yes this time because coming up with new and inventive ideas can be a hell of a lot of problems." He commented off-hand.

[London Kale]

London winked at Matt “I could never resist you, Matt. You know me better than anyone...” It was true, he was like another brother to her. She already had five, what was one more? And then he went on about himself. If anyone else had talked like that she would have called them conceited but she had hung around Matt for so long that she thought it was perfectly alright. “Not to mention that you have amazing her...” She said, fueling him on. She always encouraged him. “Matt, as far as I'm concerned I don't really think you have a problem.” And then suddenly what he said made sense. She had never thought of the word poodle as annoying. She nodded. Poodle was really annoying. Great, now she wasn't going to get that word out of her head for awhile. His next comment made her her want to smile, but instead she covered her mouth “I didn't know my breath smelled that bitter.” but her smile went away as he gave her a different look. She sighed as it hit her with a force. He knew her as well as she knew him. She pointed her finger at him threateningly. “You tell anyone what you know about how I feel about him and I'll kill you. You know that, right?” As he leaned back London leaned forward a bit. She could still keep him in her sight.

The eye roll that London gave Matt next was just an automatic response to anytime he made a comment like the one he had just made. “Oh, yes yes. Matt, I was mistaken. You're ver giving and sacrificing and all....” Her thoughts suddenly flashed back to all the times Matt had stolen her notes, food off of her plate at the meals, and (in desperate times and measures) her books. Well, he did give her one thing...A bad case of the flu in their third year. She shook her head. The favor he asked wasn't a tiny one. If anyone knew that she gave him the password she would be in deep crap. She let out a laugh. “Ok, so you're going to have to pay off this tab one day. So far you owe me a million favors...Well, now a million and one.” When he asked her how she gave him a look like he was crazy. “I know you better than you know yourself, Love. That's how. Now speak.” Londons sighed. He was going to ask her out again. She had known this would happen. Matt never really gave up on anything, especially a girl he liked. “I hope she says yes too. Because if she doesn't I have to kick her butt.” So this was something a brother usually said to a sister, but London was enough of a guy to give that little sentiment.