Time was moving at a snail's pace. Her mind was turning over the best way to approach Julian as it did. How to best ask him for help on learning how to be a better kisser.
Her cheeks heated at the very thought of asking him. But still, he seemed the best candidate. That she could learn how to kiss from simply more practice with Matthew didn't even occur to her and she never once would have dreamed of asking him to give her pointers. That would be akin to asking a professor for the answers to a test, as far as she was concerned.
Julian, for lack of a better metaphor, was a study guide. Or she hoped he'd be so. Afterall, her snog session with Sirius, while definately nice, hadn't been very graceful and Matthew, well, she'd only kissed him a few times, but she knew she'd not improved any from her first kiss back in Greece.
And so, when the door finally opened and a rather exhausted looking Julian entered (patrols never being what one could call relaxing) she all but pounced on him, grateful that the commons were, more or less, deserted.
"Julian, I need to talk to you," she announced without prelude, her hand gripping his own as she hauled him across the stone floor and to a couch in the far corner where shadows danced. Once there she let go of him and gave him a long, hard look.
"I have a problem. One that I'm not sure how to fix, but I'm hoping you might be able - or well, willing - to help me."





Jessica Fear