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Jun 23 2018, 10:32 PM
Alasdair wasn’t nervous - after years of professional Quidditch matches and events in the spotlight, he was fairly certain that he’d lost the capacity to feel nerves or get the jitters. Of course, going on a date wasn’t quite the same sort of experience as catching a Snitch with thousands of onlookers watching his every move, but Ali had been out enough times and with enough people to feel supremely in his comfort zone as he checked the tartan flashes attached to his socks and buttoned up his black waistcoat. Pausing, he wondered whether he should go the extra mile and sling on an ornate Prince Charlie jacket as well for the full ensemble, but ultimately he decided against it - it was summer, after all.

Alright, so there were a couple of tiny things that were different about tonight. Avid and patriotic Scotsman as he was, Ali still didn’t often manage to find an excuse to wear his kilt on a date - always carefully stored to keep its pleats pristine, the heavy woollen tartan garment that he’d received in line with tradition on his twenty-first birthday was usually reserved for special occasions like award ceremonies with his team or attending the weddings of those friends of his who’d been foolish enough to settle down for life. The way that his plans for this evening gave him a suitable excuse to dress up was an unexpected bonus, but the other thing that wasn’t a normal characteristic of Ali’s dates was the fact that -

- well, normally, he was a bit more certain that his date would actually show up. Quinn Taylor hadn’t said that she wouldn’t come, but on the other hand, she definitely hadn’t indicated that she would, either, which was the root of the problem here. Ali supposed that it was his own smug fault - he’d initially won the date as part of a wager, black and white, but of course he’d had to tempt fate by trying to see if she actually really wanted to go out with him, and this uncertainty was the price that he had to pay. Still, he was confident, and not just in his charms. Ali was fairly sure that, if nothing else, Quinn’s curiosity would be enough for her to meet him at the appointed time and place.

And speaking of the time, a glance at his watch confirmed that he should really get a move on. Straightening the sporran attached to the front of his kilt and checking one last time to make sure that the pleats of the fabric - woven in the colours of the ancient Barclay hunting tartan, forest green, blue, a hint of red - were perfect, he figured it was time to go. He Apparated with a slight pop into one of the bathrooms at the Balmoral - the impressive old hotel which, with its impressive clocktower, dominated the Edinburgh skyline and made for an easy-to-find landmark - and emerged casually onto the street by the entrance to the railway station. Ali actually didn’t look out of place in his attire, since it looked like some sort of formal event was taking place on Princes Street, maybe a wedding, and a few other people were also coming and going in traditional Scottish dress.

Nearby, a bagpiper who was even more elaborately kitted out in full Highland dress played the Skye Boat Song sweetly, and tourists stopped to listen and throw a few pound coins into the hat at his feet. Ali leaned on a wall by the entrance to Waverley Station, watching and listening with a smile on his face and soaking up the last little bit of warmth from the late-setting summer sun before it disappeared entirely for the evening. It was just a waiting game, now, to see whether this date was actually going ahead at all.



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Jun 24 2018, 04:24 AM
Quinn stood in front of the mirror in her Central London apartment bedroom, head tilted to the side as she studied the way her new dress rested against her curves. Biting her lip gently, she smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress, as if it could stall her from mentally answering the blaring question in her mind. Was it in her best interest to go on a date with Alasdair Barclay tonight? A chill ran up Quinn’s spine at the thought and she couldn’t help but shiver. It could have been a sign, but against all rationality and attempts to curb her curiosity, she decided to ignore it. Instead, she was overcome with a spirit of inquiry and distracted by a swirl of emotions that was more difficult to untangle than anything Quinn’s ever experienced.

She shook her head quickly and walked over to her vanity mirror, wanting to divert her thoughts from all the possible ways this date could end tonight. Quinn didn’t care to put makeup on a daily basis, but she knew enough to at least use the basics for tonight. With a little bit of extra effort on her part, the steel blue color of her eyes popped and her lips turned into a deep red that matched her dress. She looked up and ran her fingers through her straightened locks of hair—ditching the normal loose waves that she sported on a normal day. Because today was definitely anything but a normal day.

Once Quinn finished getting ready, she looked down on her bed at a map of Edinburgh that she picked out of the library a few days back—right after she lost miserably in a Quidditch match against Ali. The Balmoral was circled in pencil just off the center of Edinburgh, with an arrow pointed back to show where the railway station was. Quinn took another moment to memorize the map and concentrate on where she intended to go. Her eyes gazed over to a small insert on the Balmoral itself, its majestic architecture standing proudly in the Edinburgh skyline. As she glanced at the street in front of the famous hotel, Quinn couldn’t help but think of Ali—who might have already been there waiting for her. She inhaled deeply, suppressing the nervous energy that started to build at the thought of him. Quinn stepped back from the bed, and in an instant poof, disapparated into thin air.

A small crack could be heard behind a tall column as Quinn apparated into the Balmoral. The hotel was full of hustle and bustle, and she waited patiently until there a crowd passed by for her to blend in with. She looked around at the splendid decorations and designs of the historic building. Quinn absorbed all of these sights like a sponge, a small smile spreading across her lips as she had a chance to view something that was a part of Scotland’s history. And with that, the unmistakeable Scottish accent filled her ears as she passed random conversations around her, growing in volume as she walked through the front doors of the Balmoral and into the streets of Edinburgh.

The people of Edinburgh—or at least those who were staying at the Balmoral—were dressed just about at the caliber of the hotel’s elegance. The formal wear of trench coats and suits that Quinn commonly saw in London turned into kilts and sporrans that signified parts of the traditional Scotsman formal attire. She looked around, thinking of the map she had studied not even a few minutes ago, and turned to head towards the Waverley Station—where she and Ali agreed to meet. The faint sound of bagpipes sang to her as she saw the grand railway station and she couldn’t help but subtly bite her lip again as she was reminded of Ali. And as she spotted the entrance to the train station, Quinn also spotted a familiar face leaning against the wall. It was Ali, who seemed to be enjoying the music as he waited for her, dressed in his own formal attire.

Quinn slowed her pace as she gazed at Ali from a distance for a little longer. The color of his attire seemed to contrast well against his tanned complexion in comparison to the fair-skinned Scots walking around her. His fitted white long-sleeve accentuated his muscle tone. And as she walked closer, the unique color of his green eyes seemed brighter than usual. Quinn gulped as she felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of Ali. For the first time, she couldn’t quite pinpoint if it was seeing him, or being in a new environment, or the idea of going on a date that put her nerves on edge. But she kept a calm exterior as she grinned politely and approached her date.

”Alasdair Barclay,” Quinn uttered gently as she stopped a few feet in front of him. Her nervousness started to bubble up again as she looked at him in the eyes, and Quinn looked away for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears out of habit. ”This place is beautiful,” she commented, looking around at the magnificent hotel and sizable railway station. Finally mustering up the courage, she looked back at him, holding his gaze steady this time. ”And you clean up pretty good,” she added, her lips curling into a playful grin. But as she looked at him, Quinn’s curiosity couldn’t help but speak for itself, as she slowly asked, ”Your kilt. Are you…wearing underwear under that?” She couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, uncertain if that was a smart question for her to ask.


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Jun 24 2018, 05:09 AM
It was almost a cliche straight out of a storybook, Ali thought to himself with amusement, Scottish bagpipe music faint and familiar in his ears as he gazed across at some of Edinburgh’s most famous landmarks from his vantage point by the train station and watched the way that the setting sun cast strange shadows over architecture that had been there for so long. Keeping his eyes on the tall, dark and forbidding spire of the Walter Scott Monument and the way that Edinburgh Castle sat magnificent atop its hill at the centre of Old Town also helped Ali to keep his mind from dwelling any longer than it had to on this date, kept him from ascribing the occasion any more meaning than it should have.

Because what did it mean, really? If Quinn turned up, that would make it a prize for a bet turned something…real…that they’d both actually agreed to, yes, but that didn’t necessarily have to be indicative of any deeper meaning on her part. Really, this was just a night out, a chance to show off his charms and cut loose, and that was all it had to be. Easy. No point thinking about it beyond that, or else he was the one who ran the risk of not showing up, of disappearing to do something else instead.

He glanced away from the silhouette of the Castle at last, looking back towards the Balmoral, and promptly froze. Ali wasn’t ashamed at all of the fact that he did not just a double take, but possibly a triple take, because whatever he’d come to expect from Quinn - casual clothes and an air of slight annoyance for a night out at a Diagon Alley pub, a tracksuit and a competitive gleam in her eye for an impromptu one-on-one Quidditch match - this was utterly different. The first thing that he noticed was the red, lush and vibrant on her dress and on her lips, standing out from the muted sunset greys and golds of the buildings around them. Next, he saw that she was smiling, actually smiling, not the bitten-back looks of amusement that she’d refused to give into at Exmoor, but a smile seemingly given without reluctance or second guesses. He grinned outright in response, the expression flashing across his face like a sunbeam.

“Quinn Taylor,” he greeted her, his voice smooth and soft at first, and then lilting upwards slightly with amusement as he added, “Well. I see that ye showed up.” The way that she looked away from him to fix her hair struck Ali as being slightly odd - he didn’t remember ever having seen the Auror look so…something like shy…but her remark about the beauty of their surroundings made him give a little chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders as he agreed, “Aye, this old place is nae bad at all. I already ken this will sound cheesy so I’m going to point it out before ye get the chance tae make fun of me for it, but I think it’s even lovelier here tonight because of present company.” Gesturing towards her dress, he added slightly mischievously, “I didnae ken this was even possible, actually. Are Aurors allowed to look this good or is this a hazard tae public safety I ought tae report ye for, maybe?”

Smiling again at her compliment, he inclined his head graciously and said, “Ahh, nae, I was supposed to look a wee touch more outstanding with the kilt and everythin’, actually, but I think there’s a wedding happenin’ next door that a lot of people are dressed up for too so it doesnae look quite as…unique. Oh well.” He started to shrug again, but the gesture faltered when he registered the question she’d asked him. Ali gave her a wide-eyed, slightly incredulous look of surprise at first, before he dissolved into helpless laughter and said, “Ye mean, am I wearing it traditionally? I would tell ye that ye can find out for yourself if ye like, but I dinnae want ye to leave in a huff, so. Aye, I’m wearing underwear. Sorry if that disappoints.”

Ali was obviously enjoying himself, cheeky and lighthearted, and he gave in to a few more moments of laughter before he composed himself and gallantly extended a hand towards Quinn for her to take. “Wanted the actual date tae be a surprise because I'm a show-off, so we’re gonnae have to sneak into an alcove or somethin’ and Apparate tae the place. You ready?”



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Jun 24 2018, 02:51 PM
When Quinn spotted Ali while she was still a fair distance away from him, she couldn’t help but review the basis of tonight in her head. The last time they saw each other, neither of them admitted to it—but Alasdair Barclay, a famous Quidditch player with a reputation for being non-committal in relationships, asked Quinn Taylor, a private and pragmatic Auror who hardly opened up to anyone, on a date. And she said yes. Maybe a verbal admission wasn’t necessary, as it seemed to solidify something that Quinn wasn’t ready to accept even in her thoughts, because the whole idea of it almost felt like…a trap.

She felt it safe to assume that Ali has had his handful of hard-to-get paramours that start off with the same mindset as her—to prove his smug ways wrong. But they both raised the stakes unexpectedly, and suddenly there was a part of their dynamic that didn’t seem as blithe as it was that night they met at a Diagon Alley pub. Quinn couldn’t say the same for Ali, but she felt their exchanges start to balance her feelings on the edge of a fence. It triggered a fight-or-flight response in her core, but Quinn unsurprisingly chose to fight out of her sheer determination and stubbornness. It seemed to her that the real wildcard was whether or not Ali would follow suit and stay as well.

Her pace slowed even more after Ali noticed her, and she noted the way he looked at her upon first sight. Knowing the impressions that Quinn’s left on him after their last few encounters, she was sure that he was sporting a look of disbelief. She hardly ever dressed up for anything, preferring her skinny jeans and Converse, so the outfit she chose tonight was a stark contrast to her norm. Honestly, Quinn hated stepping out of her comfort zone, but tonight was not going to be like most nights for her. The thought brought a small smile of nervous anticipation as her pace picked up again, until she finally stood directly in front of Ali.

”I showed up,” Quinn repeated in a conceding tone, her smile fixed as she started to grow comfortable holding his gaze. She actually started to appreciate seeing Ali fully clad in his traditional formal wear, surrounded by the beautiful historic architecture under the gorgeous light of Edinburgh’s sunset. It made Quinn develop an image where he was more than just an entitled and cocky international sports star. The thought almost broke down one of Quinn’s many emotional walls. Almost. Until Ali set her back with his usual shameless and cringeworthy flirting. ”Merlin, Ali,” Quinn scoffed and shook her head as he complimented her appearance, her smile growing wider. But his next comment made her visibily recoil as his words processed in her head. ”Please let me make fun of you for that. Like…do you even remember who I am?”

Although Quinn’s smile quickly turned into a slight cringe, she couldn’t help but chuckle amusedly at Alasdair’s attempts to show his admiration. It was an awkward attempt at best, but she also knew that this must have been his way on a usual rendezvous with someone, and she was no usual person for him. ”A wedding?” Quinn inquired courteously as she looked around for anyone who seemed dressier than him. ”This would be a nice place for a wedding,” she commented nonchalantly, before looking back at Ali, ”You still look alright. It seems like a lot of people would be wearing their formal wear here. But, you definitely stand out.” Her words were mildly vague, as she couldn’t even formulate the right words to express how she really believed he looked tonight without risking a huge inflation of his ego.

Quinn couldn’t help but blush brightly as he confirmed that he was wearing underwear underneath his kilt, and she tried to shove down her probing mind with the instant regret she felt from asking the question in the first place. ”Actually, it’s not disappointing at all. I’m glad, actually. I’ve never been a fan of funny business,” she joked innocently, recollecting another little moment of theirs a few days back.

”Should I be scared?” She quipped lightly, though Quinn couldn’t help but wonder if she should actually be worried about placing her trust in Ali as they would leave the crowded grounds of the Balmoral behind them. Her eyes squinted slightly as he extended his hand to her, and she carefully placed her hand in his, wrapping her small fingers around his palm. And when Ali asked if she was ready, Quinn was sure that he hardly meant anything by it, but she could still feel the heavy connotation it had for herself. ”Ready whenever you are, Ali,” she replied with a soft, calming sigh.


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Jun 25 2018, 08:39 AM
He could tell almost straight away that he’d said the wrong thing - flirtatious icebreakers were so much the norm to him, and normally so much better received, that it had been easy for a few of his usual lame, boyish lines to roll off of his tongue like a reflex. Quinn’s reaction, however, and the way that she actually physically recoiled slightly, made him throw his hands up in a placatory gesture, a rueful and sheepish smile crossing his face. “Sorry, I remember, it was jist…habit, that’s all.” Trying again, he added, “What I meant to say, o’ course, without all the extra stuff, was that I think ye look beautiful.” She really did, and Ali’s gaze was intent as he watched her in a way that said even more plainly than his words did that he was affected by the way that she looked - he couldn’t quite bring himself to glance away.

The charm of their setting - the grand and beautiful old building behind them, the wide-paved street that was bathed in light, and the promise of the evening ahead - still didn’t stop him from wrinkling his nose slightly obnoxiously when Quinn made the point that it would make a good place for a wedding. “Aye, if yer into that sort ae thing, I suppose,” he muttered dubiously, before his attention sharpened on her again when he caught the words you definitely stand out. Ali had a very healthy ego, and Quinn was definitely more than passingly acquainted with it by now, but he still visibly seemed to inflate just a tad at her praise as he replied, “Well, thank ye kindly. I wanted to go to a bit of extra effort tonight.”

And if he already had cause to be in a good mood, the sight of her face reddening - the fact that he’d managed to make someone like Quinn Taylor blush - made him burst out laughing, remarking, “Quinn Taylor, yer suddenly the same colour as yer dress, and I cannae blame ye, what with having the nerve tae ask a man about what’s under his kilt!” He schooled his expression into one of mock seriousness when she jokingly referenced her dislike of ‘funny business’, replying solemnly, “Aye, I remember. Actually, that’s why I wore the underwear in the first place,” before his attempt at a straight face split into another grin and he added, “I’m just kiddin’. Actually, it’s because ye never know what’s gonnae happen with the Edinburgh wind, and I ken from personal experience that if ye kilt blows up when yer wearing it traditionally…some people willnae be happy about it.”

Chuckling again, he tilted his head and said, “I’m really hopin' that given all the serious an’ terrible things ye must face in yer line of work on a daily basis, a date with me will turn out tae be less scary and more…fun.” He shrugged casually, but couldn’t help glancing down as she placed her hand in his, and - he’d never noticed quite how small her hands were before, as he curled his fingers over hers easily, covering them completely. Looking around furtively for a moment, he led her down the steps at the entrance of Edinburgh Waverley and to a little nook that was relatively hidden from Muggle view, before focusing for a moment on their destination and Apparating them into a narrow close at the side of a charming-looking hall.

A number of people were already walking through the entrance, chatting amiably and looking relaxed and happy in various kinds of dress, ranging from Highland dress like Ali to smart-casual blazers and slacks and cocktail dresses. There were even a few people wandering around in jeans, highlighting the easy informality of the event. Grinning at the sight and looking remarkably at home, Ali gave Quinn’s hand a light squeeze and indicated with a tilt of his chin that they should move towards the double-oak doorways, too. “Have ye ever been to a ceilidh before by any chance, Quinn?”



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Jun 26 2018, 04:03 PM
Quinn was no stranger to those pickup lines that Ali seemed to constantly sneak into their conversations. But the line he chose to use this time triggered a grimace that even she couldn’t try to hide. She was the type to take everything with a grain of salt, so when she was compared to a public safety hazard, she imagined herself being compared to a chemical spill or a sinkhole forming in the middle of a major city. The line simmered poorly with her, and she could only offer a half-hearted chuckle as Ali tried to redeem himself. ”Thank you,” she replied, feeling a twinge of heat rise to her rosy cheeks. It was honestly a little difficult for Quinn to believe his words; her use of makeup was very simplistic and her breezy cocktail dress was a far cry from a gorgeous evening gown. But she looked up into Alasdair’s eyes and felt an astonishing wave of calm wash over her, her shoulders relaxing slightly. His gaze quelled her brooding mind. Even though her nagging thoughts weren’t completely erased, she couldn’t help but dissolve into a genuine, serene smile.

”Now that you mention it, I’ve actually never thought about it,” she commented, her eyebrows furrowing for a moment at the thought of ever being into a wedding. Quinn shrugged slightly and returned her attentions to Ali, who unsurprisingly had a generous ego boost even with her vague compliment. She playfully rolled her eyes as she said, ”Your effort’s duly noted. Y’know, I always hear something about people valuing effort.” Quinn exhaled sharply out of amusement, trying to bite back her desire to just melt into their shared humor.

And she worried about completely letting her guard down and surrendering to Ali’s charm because of this exact feeling—that feeling that made her want to crawl under a rock for saying the wrong thing. Quinn could feel her cheeks blushing like a red neon light as Ali teased her for her kilt question. ”Alasdair Barclay, you stop right now!” Her serious warning was sprinkled with undeniable mirth as she teasingly shoved his shoulder with her might. Quinn wished with her heart that her curiosity killed her before it urged her to open her mouth. However, her only saving grace was that Ali didn’t twist her words as far as she believed he would, and she felt her blushing cheeks cool down after he admitted that he was joking. Quinn copied his serious expression with one of her own as she commented, ”I’m sure some people wouldn’t. I’d honestly feel a little attacked.” Her lips twitched into a small grin again, letting out a soft chuckle that coincided with his.

”You would think that I’d be less afraid of going on a date than facing all the terrible things I see all the time at work. I guess it just depends on what someone’s equipped to handle. But...I do hope that I have fun, too.” That was probably the closest Quinn had ever gotten to revealing a deeper facet of herself to anyone. The truth was that she would have rather faced a row of murder-hungry Purium members than toyed with the ideas of romance and attraction, even if it was just for one evening. The latter broke down the walls that Quinn built around herself and gave her a feeling of uncertainty and vulnerability that she hated. Quinn was, by definition, a possessive and protective woman. But she selfishly protected herself above anything else, which made separating herself from the horrors at work so much simpler than separating herself from someone she was possibly attracted to.

Quinn stayed silent as Ali led her down a few steps and to a secluded recess, where she knew they would be Apparating to their next destination. She glanced up at him quietly, observing his split second of focus on this secret venue, and they suddenly left the crowded Balmoral grounds and arrived at what looked like a gathering hall. Quinn looked around and watched as people arrived in good spirits, wearing all different types of garb, and engaging in friendly and light-hearted conversation. She leaned forward to see through the oak doorways, curious as to what everyone was gathering for, until Ali captured her attention with a squeeze of her hand.

”A what?” Quinn asked with a look of intrigue on her face. She walked closer to the doorway, almost pulling him by his hand as she wanted to get a closer look of the inside of this endearing hall. ”What do people do at a…ceilidh?” She asked slowly, her English accent slightly flubbing the foreign word.


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Jun 28 2018, 10:43 AM
At first, it seemed too early to tell whether or not he’d managed to salvage the situation from his poorly-received line. Quinn’s response seemed half-hearted at best, and Ali, despite his usually unfailingly carefree nature, found himself wondering if he’d somehow overstepped the mark of what she could find tolerable. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d failed to impress - the night they’d first met came to mind pretty easily - but Ali wanted this evening to go well, and so it gave him a strange sense of relief when he noticed Quinn’s expression finally relax into a smile as she met his eyes with her own. Nudging her shoulder gently with his own, his eyes were bright with mischief and warmth as he couldn’t resist pointing out, “Hey, I dinnae want tae scare it off of your face, but you’re definitely giving me one of those lovely wee smiles that ye tried to tell me are so hard won. Guess I’m doing alright so far, aye?”

Her remark about weddings drew a sigh from him as he said, “So you’re lucky, then. I think I’ve had tae get the kilt out for two of my teammates’ weddings jist this year alone. The dry cleanin’ bills have been insane.” His brow furrowed as he made another face, but smoothed out again as he picked up on the reference that she’d made to one of their little shared jokes - and really, how remarkable was it on some level that they even had any of those? - and flashed an easy, charming smile in response. “Aye, funnily enough I’ve actually heard the same, but I cannae quite remember where right now.” Shrugging, he added, “Makes sense tae me, though. Wise words.”

Ali could already tell that the entire kilt debacle and Quinn’s deep embarrassment over having given voice to her curiosity was going to provide him with endless ammunition, and despite having the notion that he probably shouldn’t make too much fun of her in this moment, he still couldn’t contain his laughter at her obvious distress. “Hey - aye, okay, I’ll stop!” He exclaimed through his mirth as she pushed at his shoulder, swatting playfully at her hand as he pretended to fend her off. You’d feel attacked?” Ali asked, giving Quinn a chance to recover her composure, before shaking his head and adding, “I was the one who was almost attacked, I got in that much trouble for it, but it was nae my fault! I’m just lucky it didnae make it into the papers, I would’ve gotten roasted. Ye really should have seen it - the fuss, I mean, of course, not…y’know, ahh...it.

Cringing momentarily at his own choice of words, he continued on as though he hadn’t just made a rather colourful allusion indeed, querying quite relentlessly, “Are ye trying to tell me right now that you’re equipped tae handle catchin’ dark wizards, but not tae go on a date?” And then he reassured her with his normal relaxed confidence, “We’ll have fun. I even promise. Ye just need tae relax. I cannae be as bad company as a dark wizard, I hope.” Famous last words to promise someone who’d needed serious convincing to show up at all, perhaps, but Ali trusted his plans for the evening to make good on his word, and maybe that was why even he was surprised by his feeling of anticipation as they arrived at the ceilidh hall.

Quinn’s inherent curiosity made her formidable when she wanted to get to the bottom of something, and yet Ali was charmed by it in this moment as he watched her look around with an inquisitive expression, apparently so intent on having her intrigue sated that she almost bodily tugged him towards the door. “Ceilidh,” he repeated patiently so that she could hear the proper inflection for it again, his voice light with amusement even as he wondered how much ribbing he was going to get from his teammates if they ever found out that he was on a date with an Englishwoman, before saying, “C’mon, let’s see for ourselves.” The excitement was evident in his voice - this was the surprise that he’d planned, after all - and he led her by the hand through the doors, which fanned out to reveal a softly-lit ballroom that people were already slowly moving to the centre of, as musicians tuned their instruments and played a few practice runs and reels on stage.

Turning to grin at her, he finally answered, “We’re goin’ tae dance.”



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Jun 29 2018, 08:11 PM
Quinn almost didn’t realize that her smile was noticeable until Alasdair actually mentioned it to her. Her smile faded, though not completely, as he asked if he was doing alright. She stayed silent and only offered what remained of her sweet smile as an answer, but she pondered on Ali’s words for a moment. It was true that this smile felt rarer than the mocking and playful grins she’s shown before, but did that say more about Quinn or more about Ali? Quinn definitely had her guard down moreso than their first meetings, which may not have said much, but she was more surprised at the difference between the Ali she met at Diagon Alley and the Ali standing in front of her at the Balmoral. In her eyes, he was actually…decent, rather than spewing whatever gross pickup line he could think of on the spot. She almost wanted to give him credit for it, but she could feel herself pull back at the thought of this disclosure, wondering if it was too premature a thought to share.

The thought of Ali spending extra on his teammates’ weddings made her raise an eyebrow. She couldn’t help but scoff in amusement as she replied, ”Well, it’s a wedding, what do you expect? Two people proclaiming how much they love each other to the world—it’s going to need a bit more effort, from everyone. Even you.” Quinn shrugged lightly and felt her shoulders tense at the thought of a wedding. She was always happy to be in the crowd watching on, though she could never imagine that kind of life for herself. ”Wise words indeed,” she said with a pleasant hum. It was small endearing moments like these that Quinn always filed away for safe keeping, rather than looking for the next moment to take a blind leap of faith.

Quinn felt a little silly with her big grin as she joked around with Ali about her kilt question. She normally hated asking questions that made her feel stupid in the end, but the feeling hardly bubbled up with the genial way he seemed to handle the whole situation. Pulling her hand back to keep him from swatting at her hand, Quinn took in a deep breath to recollect herself, before losing her composure all over again in another rich laugh. ”Yes, I’d feel attacked,” she reiterated boldly, ”I hardly ever go out thinking I’m gonna catch a view of someone’s…you know, it. And besides, I’m sure nobody wanted to see any of…that.” She felt pins and needles poke at her cheeks as she heard Ali’s clear suggestion, and she swore to herself that she would’ve rather pinched the honest expression off of her face than let herself mentally give in to the image Alasdair portrayed.

”That’s hardly a debatable question. Do I look like the type of person who goes on more dates than dark wizard raids?” Quinn retorted in a self-deprecating tone. If she was trying to make herself look more appealing to Ali, she surely wasn’t doing a great job. And the point of a date was to try to seem charming to the other person, right? ”Relax,” she repeated with an astonished gasp, as though it were impossible for her to do such a thing. ”I’m holding you to your word, Alasdair Barclay. I won’t expect anything less than fun, anymore.” A small smirk twitched on her lips as she pushed her apprehensions to the back of her mind. Obviously, Ali seemed to put a lot of faith in his plans for tonight, and her insatiable curiosity begged to know why.

Although the gathering hall showed promise and excitement, Quinn couldn’t help but feel her stomach turn at all the possibilities for tonight. Everyone around them seemed to engage in conversation so easily and seemed to have another purpose other than just chatting the night away—making Quinn’s inner introvert flinch at the thought of spending the whole night conversing with strangers. Ali pulled Quinn away from her spiraling thoughts and she turned back to him, her hallmark inquisitive expression spreading across her face. ”Ceilidh.” While still not perfect, her pronunciation improved greatly and the word became a little less foreign to her tongue. But it still didn’t ease the baffled expression on her face as she allowed Ali to lead her past the doors. Finally, when she saw the main ballroom that took up this hall, the musicians preparing, and the guests starting to file along with each other, Quinn immediately realized what Ali brought her here for before he could even say it.

”No. No, Ali. Absolutely not.” She looked up at Ali and quickly pulled her hand away from his, defensively crossing her arms across her chest. ”This isn’t fun, Ali! I hate dancing,” Quinn griped, her blue eyes showing the intensity of her displeasure as she floundered through her words.


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Jun 30 2018, 01:43 PM
He wasn’t surprised in the slightest that she was choosing to keep her cards close to her chest - if there was anything that he’d managed to figure out about Quinn Taylor, it was that nothing could simply be easy with her. Maybe it had been a misstep to suggest so boldly and so early that he was doing a good job with the date so far, but Ali was helplessly brazen by nature, and in any case, he noted that Quinn’s smile wasn’t completely gone, but just muted, almost as though now that she’d been made aware of it she felt the need to make a conscious effort to suppress it somewhat. For once in his life, he decided against pushing it, since he had the sneaking suspicion that if he did press her for praise or tease her just that little bit further, it might only serve to drive a schism between them.

Ali was easily distracted, anyway, and the continued wedding talk did the trick of capturing his attention, and not necessarily in a good way. “Aye, I’ll say it’s a lot of effort, but in that case, it kind of begs the question of why people would want to go tae that much trouble in the first place? Surely if ye know ye love someone, everyone and their maw doesnae need tae be dragged into it like that. I imagine it would be enough tae just know it and feel sorry for yourself in private.” He shrugged in a mirror of Quinn’s gesture, chuckling to show that he was amused by the thought and apparently unbothered by the damning indictment of the institution of marriage and even the concept of love that he’d just casually delivered.

Instead, he focused on the sound of Quinn’s laughter as her initial mortification over her question about his kilt finally seemed to metamorphose into genuine amusement. Holding a hand over his heart in a comically dramatic imitation of having been shot, he said, “I dinnae ken if I would go so far as tae say that nobody wanted to see…that…I think that’s a wee bit of a sweepin’ statement, but…aye, I’ll concede that the settin’ was definitely inappropriate, and most folks probably werenae expecting it.” And because he couldn’t resist being a little bit irreverent, he added a touch wickedly, “I dinnae want you imaginin’ it now, Quinn Taylor, else we’ll have tae scourgify yer mind.”

As much as he might have been intent to joke around even more, the casual, self-deprecating way in which Quinn replied to his question made him raise one dark eyebrow in contemplation. “Honestly? I think ye look like the kind of person who’ll get her way whatever she sets her mind tae, so I guess it would then depend on what ye prefer - dark wizards or dates, though it worryingly sounds like ye have more of a soft spot for the former.” He was grinning again, as though the expression never left his face, and when she issued what sounded like a challenge to him, Ali was ready with the response of, “I’ve proven to ye that I’m a man of my word before, haven’t I? I’m ready tae do it again.”

Granted, his confidence - his probable overconfidence - took a slight hit when he noticed what looked to be her growing apprehension as she took in their surroundings at the hall, but he pushed this to the side easily enough, sure that he’d read her right and that the opportunity to try something new would win out over whatever misgivings she might have. That was why when she abruptly yanked her hand free from his and assumed a defensively arms-crossed position, he looked almost completely unfazed by the sudden development, brown-green eyes flickering with amusement at her displeasure. “Didn’t I just tell ye a few minutes ago that ye need tae relax? So what’s all this then?” He queried calmly, blinking back at her with unrepentant obstinance and adding, “How do ye know ye don’t like this already if ye haven’t even tried? Everyone’s just here tae dance and have a good time, an’ besides, the band call out instructions every now and then. I’m pretty light on my feet, and even if we make a complete mess of it, I thought it’d be fun for us to be able to have a laugh together.”

Ali’s expression was carefree and open, humorous conviction heavy in his voice as he asked, “Ye just have to trust me, okay?” He held out both of his hands, palms up for her to take if she chose as the music slowly started up, and tilted his head to the side as he urged, “Please?”



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“Your guess is as good as mine,” Quinn replied as her smile turned into a small, pensive frown. She wasn’t expecting to learn so much about Ali in such a short amount of time. There were friends in her life who, while she could probably have guessed their views on marriage by now, never actually disclosed their thoughts the way Ali did so candidly. It was mainly due to a lack of trying, as marriage was hardly a topic she desired to discuss. But here she was, on an unlikely first date talking about an unlikely and relatively sensitive topic for their situation. ”I know. Sometimes it’s better to just not even bother with that kind of love. It’s an inconvenience to everyone in the end, honestly.”

If anything, Quinn preferred to talk about fleeting topics or anything that challenged her mind, rather than brew a sense of loathing over a certain idea. She definitely favored their humorous raillery than pondering at the idea of marriage, and the latter might have left her wanting to step away from Ali and never look back. ”Are you saying you were expecting at least someone to want to see?” Quinn asked flippantly, rolling her eyes playfully as Ali jokingly feigned being hurt by her bold statement. But once again, she found herself reeling from another one of his crude insinuation, to which she couldn’t help but defensively shoot back, ”Trust me, I’d light my brain on fire before I’d let myself go that far.” With that, the prickly feeling in her cheeks started to fade and that familiar brash nature slowly returned.

Despite the fact that Quinn finally found a chance to recollect herself, Ali always seemed to know exactly what unexpected thing to say that could have knocked her back a peg or two. But after enough ribbing, she started to pick up on how to carry on despite his brazen words. She tilted her head to the side, curious at Ali’s mixed commentary. ”I guess, thank you? If you’re feeling worried, though, it’s just easier to read a dark wizard’s intentions than it is to read a date’s.” Her eyes held his gaze once again and a tenuous grin formed across her lips. Quinn had a thoughtful look on her face, as though she was looking for a missing puzzle piece. ”But sometimes with dates, there are times where I have an inkling. I just never know if I should trust it or if I should spare myself the uncertainty.” Before she could give Ali a chance to press her further on the matter, Quinn inhaled sharply and sighed in concession. ”You better be, Ali.” She grinned a little wider, chuckling softly in admiration of his persistence.

But Quinn did have to question how thoughtful his persistence truly was, as the decision to take her dancing was probably his poorest choice yet, in her opinion. In the end, she couldn’t blame him; his outgoing and charming personality must have attracted a lot of admirers who enjoyed dancing. Unfortunately, she was probably the complete opposite of those people. ”How does dancing help me relax? You have to think of all the steps and do them in time and mind each other’s feet and not bump into anyone and—“ Her lightning mind and hurried words were a sharp contrast to his calm stubbornness. It was to the point that Ali’s question about knowing something before trying it brought her to a complete halt, and she blinked at him with a similar unyielding expression. ”I’m not the type to make a sport out of making a complete mess of myself, Ali.”

Quinn could have gone on and on about her disdain for dancing or, essentially, anything that required her to let loose somehow. But there was something so earnest and endearing in the way he genuinely wanted them to just enjoy the night together. She pouted at him a little, arms still tightly crossed over her chest, even as he asked her to trust him. The musicians finally started to play and the crowd around them readied themselves for the first dance. The obstinate look on her face softened into one of hesitant accord, as she slowly uncrossed her arms and relaxed her fingers in his hands. For the first time ever, she completely gave up any hold on the reigns, as she nodded reluctantly and stepped closer to him on the dance floor.


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