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for nearamir.
Traditionally, the Lannisters may hail from Britain, attend the British wizarding school, and buy out the British wizarding government, but they tend to prefer living somewhere warm, reasonably sunny, and french. Cersei herself does not think she is built for the Scottish winter, or autumn, or spring. She is built to do precisely what her cat, Tybolt, does right now: curl up in her warm four-poster bed.
Instead, she is headed towards the library.
On a Saturday morning.
Yes, a morning. Before noon.
It's wholly Faramir's fault, by the way - no one told him to be so handsome, with dreamy, storm-grey eyes, and long, soft hair. It's a problem that has lead her to make several bewildering choices - like picking Care of Magical Creatures as a elective, and now this. But she is a witch on a mission, and she shan't be derailed by simpler pleasures. If she doesn't get what she wants today, she might have to start hexing her rivals to feel better.
Thankfully, he is extremely reliable, and she can already see him at his usual spot by the window, behind which an uncomfortable (for Cersei) amount of snow is falling. She ignores the librarian ("I have seen you more often in the library this year than in all the previous terms combined, Miss Lannister") and pretends to look at some of the books in a nearby shelf, before 'noticing' him.
"Oh, good morning. You are up early."
Instead, she is headed towards the library.
On a Saturday morning.
Yes, a morning. Before noon.
It's wholly Faramir's fault, by the way - no one told him to be so handsome, with dreamy, storm-grey eyes, and long, soft hair. It's a problem that has lead her to make several bewildering choices - like picking Care of Magical Creatures as a elective, and now this. But she is a witch on a mission, and she shan't be derailed by simpler pleasures. If she doesn't get what she wants today, she might have to start hexing her rivals to feel better.
Thankfully, he is extremely reliable, and she can already see him at his usual spot by the window, behind which an uncomfortable (for Cersei) amount of snow is falling. She ignores the librarian ("I have seen you more often in the library this year than in all the previous terms combined, Miss Lannister") and pretends to look at some of the books in a nearby shelf, before 'noticing' him.
"Oh, good morning. You are up early."
no subject
He smiles at her, his eyes a little softer than they were, and leans over the desk to brush a kiss against her cheek. "Then I am glad you happened upon me here." As though he isn't well aware, in hindsight, that there was nothing coincidental about it. "I think it saved us both some time."