Sweetest escape [Michael]

It was only a Thursday night and Brigitte stayed in her room feeling restless and impulsive. She laid on her bed in the Ravenclaw tower listening to music, while she did her homework. It never seemed to be hard to her, she always breezed through it with time to spare. Of course it was past curfew but Brigitte reminisced trying to think of the last time she was actually happy. The girl was a bit of a loose canon and she knew this. With her messed up life who wouldn't be? It was time to do something fun, something she wanted to enjoy and this cleaver little female knew just what she wanted to do. It was totally 'unprefect-like' but who cared. The girl never asked for the responsibility to be a prefect, she was careless and selfish, who ever gave her this job must have only looked to her grades and placed judgment.

Brigitte's green eyes skimmed the window looking over the grounds it their night state. Things seemed to be quite and even though it was cold the weather seemed to be changing. That was it, all she needed to take the steps to be free. There was no one in her dorm room thank Merlin, she could get away quickly. Brigitte got to her feet and looked through her wardrobe. The way others described their house dorms made her quite happy to be a Ravenclaw. They seemed to have more storage room. She pulled out an outfit, getting dressed. Her bright eyes skimmed herself out in the mirror smirking slyly. Brigitte quickly did he makeup and grabbed her Ravenclaw robe putting it around her fit body. She grabbed her bag puling it over her shoulder before walking out of the common room. Brig walked flawlessly down the spiral staircase turning into the hall. She held her cloak closed therefore any teacher or other prefect would just think she was on the prowl. Foolish, it was quite dumb to her on how people paid attention to details these days.

The Grand staircase moved around and she spotted the Hufflepuff prefect walking down. What fireplace was she going to use was her next judgment. The girl chewed the inside of her cheek walking down the stairs trying to be as quite as possible. Her shoes didn't make that easy but she tried anyways making her way to the first floor. At the sight of a professor she walked at a normal pace. Brigitte didn't want to do anything to make herself look suspicious. All teachers knew the prefects on site that she held hope in. Out the corner of her eye she saw a young Gryffindor boy and she walked up to him. "Might want to hightail it up to ze towers before I write you up for a detention." Brigitte warned watching him scurry off. It wasn't her to punish people unless they really pissed her off. Young boys reminded her of her own self at times, how curious and wide eyed they could be to possible trouble. A smile crossed her lips in reflection as she walked into an empty classroom.

"Lumos." She whispered watching the room light up. Brigitte strolled over to the window looking out for a moment. How she longed to be free, but what was freedom without someone to enjoy it with? At the sound of the door opening she glided over to the dark, far corner of the room just watching the boy. As his face became clear she walked over looking him over. "Evening." She greeted not wanting the boy to catch on to her plan of leaving the castle. "I could ask why your out past curfew?" She stated, expecting an answer, using her title as prefect to keep herself undercover, at least for now.

The Common Room started to slowly get dark as people filed off to bed. Normally Mike would have joined them, his eyelids drooped even now, but he had a feeling he might be needed elsewhere tonight. Finally, Mike was left alone as the fire died in the hearth. The room slowly got chillier as the fire dimmed, causing Mike to shiver. Reluctantly he got up from his chair and made his way towards the dorms, taking his time just in case he ran into someone on the way out. Meeting no one, he heaved a heavy sigh and pushed quietly into the dorm.

Only minutes later Mike emerged holding his school cloak over his arm. Just outside the dorm door, he stopped, about to put his cloak on, he noticed someone disappearing down the stairs. As they hurried away, Mike caught sight of flowing blond hair. His heart did a funny mix of a happy hiccup and a sad drop. What are you doing now, he wondered, knowing exactly who he had just missed. Without a second thought he put his cloak on and hurried after the girl. He shook his head as he tried to catch up, staying as far out of sight as he could.

Along the way he had to duck behind statues and suits of armor just so he wouldn’t get spotted. Unlike his prey, he wasn’t a Prefect so he would in fact get in trouble for wandering he halls this late at night. It was hard to keep track of the blond he was chasing, apparently she was in a big hurry to escape, but escape to where? On any other night maybe he would have caught her sooner. It had been the very person he now chased that he had been waiting to intercept in the Common Room. If he had only stoked the fire, then maybe he wouldn’t have needed his cloak and maybe he wouldn’t have miss Brigitte as she raced from the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Finally, not far from where he was he heard a door close. Not her normal place, Mike wondered what Brigitte had on her mind tonight. Quietly he found her hiding place and opened the door, trying not to scare her. When he opened the door he saw wand light, but couldn’t see Brigitte anywhere. He started to wonder if she had somehow tricked him. Why would she do that? Mike was her drinking buddy, or well that’s all she thought he was, he wanted more. Just when he was about to give up and try another room, he heard her voice. His insides squirmed happily as he turned his head towards her.

A smirk played across his lips when he saw Brigitte, trying to act like she wasn’t trying to escape. “You don’t fool me sweetheart.” He purred, turning his whole body to face her. “You’re act might work on the dimwitted Professor’s, but I know better.” With a smile still on his face he leaned aginst the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “So, where are you sneaking off to tonight?” He looked around the room. “This doesn’t suit you at all.” When he looked at Brigitte again, his smile faded. “Wherever you’re going, I’m coming with you.” He stated sternly.

He didn’t care if she protested, Mike was not about to let her out of his sight. He hated when she snuck off like this. Determined to protect her even if it was from herself, Mike was willing to break the rules, even if he never got anything out of it, but grief.

Brigitte had always been one to wander alone, she enjoyed what the night had to offer. This girl was very independent, she hadn't thought for one moment she had been being followed. Brigitte wasn't sure who it was, but she sensed a presence lingering. After she scolded those kids in the halls she wondered if one of her prefect mates was on to her. It wasn't something she feared, she just knew one would try to talk her down. Brigitte only knew to act out of impulse, she rather not think things through. Life was much more entertaining that way, she enjoyed her life the way she wanted to. The mince of her abandonment issues stated as an impulsive child, that couldn't sure her ways. Often sent away for being a bad influence or a danger to herself, she learned everyone wasn't going to like the way she handled things. Then again, who cared what people thought? It wasn't like she needed to seek approval from anyone. Brigitte was stubborn, and a loner she didn't think twice about approval. That was just part the the rebellious nature that made her who she was.

When discovered she felt a little knot in her stomach. She she flickered her wand and let her eyes focus on a face she folded her arms over her chest. Brigitte held the most unamused look at the boy inched forward. Micheal, boy had this been a 'surprise' she thought. Micheal had been chasing her since she denied him the first time a couple years back. "I wasn't trying to fool you, moron." She corrected, shifting her weight to one side. She walked toward him. "You know, you following me like zat could have gotten me busted." She snapped with a roll of her eyes. At times they were friends, but not when she was on a mission. One that could ruin her title and privileges are prefect. At his second words she cocked her head. "Mikey, come off it. Really I wasn't trying to fool anyone. I needed an escape, surely you know, I'm far from a princess and I can't be locked away in a tower." She said warming up to him, with soft blue eyes. She batted her eye lashes a bit, and pouted. This was a better approach then being mean to him. Brigitte was very sly when she wanted to be, and if she had to be girly to have her escape so be it. Boys were very simple, the more you showed the concern, and attention, the less of a problem they were.

Brigitte listened to his accusation and looked down. "Excusez-moi?" She said in French, placing her hand on her heart. Michael had been on to her, and he knew she wasn't going to stay in this room. She figured she'd drop the innocent act. "It depends, zis is only the first stop Mikey, I plan to have a good night, with...or without you." Brigitte corrected. No one could tame her, who does he think he was a freaking Auror. Brigitte walked over to one of the hidden cabinets pulling out a bottle of rum. She looked over her shoulder holding up the bottle. "You're still sure this room doesn't suit me?" Brigitte asked, standing up. It was a hot night, she longed for the freedom of the stars. When he said he was going with her she narrowed her blue eyes. Who invited you? She thought to herself. Brigitte would have invited him anyways, but since he thought he knew he so well she got flustered. She stormed over to him, the bottle grasped in her hands. "You..who do you think you are? Telling me what you are, and aren't going to do? You are lucky I don't waste alcohol, or I'd crack zis bottle over your fat head." Brigitte threatened him, in her French accent. He had unleashed her veela anger. Brig hated when people just assumed she was a bad person, with bad intentions or plots. She had been doing nothing but studying for N.E.W.Ts, and hadn't done anything fun a a while. She deserved a feel of freedom. Brigitte frowned and walked over to the window climbing in the nook. She opened the fresh bottle and swigged it looking at the night. She felt so trapped.

“Please, do you honestly think I want to get you in trouble?” He looked around them at the empty room. “Am I not here as well? If anything you could get me in trouble, even now.” He was surprised she didn’t use her position against him. “Are you or are you not a Prefect? If someone were to find us here could you not just say you found me here? I thought you were clever, Brig.” He was teasing her, but he doubted she would see it as such. Michael knew he was close to pissing her off, but in a way he wanted that. He found her much more attractive when she was mad.

Even when she was insulting him he found her endearing. She was unique, not at all like the girls he was used to using, maybe using was the wrong word, but it was the closest he had. As her attitude oozed from her mouth, Michael couldn’t help but smirk, he knew it would probably annoy her which he was actually kind of hoping for. “Trust me love, I know you’re far from a princess.” He wasn’t insulting her, just teasing, but he hoped it would flair her temper even more. As she battered her eyelashes at him he cringed inwardly. He liked the fire Brigitte had inside her, not this girly flirtatious front she started using. “You don’t have to pretend for me, Brig.” He almost felt bad for her.

As he watched her cross to get the bottle from its hiding place, he couldn’t help the thoughts that swam through his head. His eyes wandered to places they shouldn’t but he didn’t care. Lightly he bit his bottom lip and shook his head, just imagining… well everything. When she turned around he didn’t try to hide the smile that plastered his face. “I’d say it suits you after all, but then again I’m sure the whole castle could potentially suit you.” He shrugged, a smirk still on his face until she snapped. “Simmer down, baby doll.” He put his hands up in front of him in mock surrender. “Even if you did waist libations you wouldn’t do that to me,” he was assuming, but he hoped it was correct. “Have I ever stopped you from doing anything?” This time he wasn’t teasing, he wanted her to see he meant no harm. “Look sorry I assumed it would be alright if I tagged along.” He wasn’t sorry, but he felt an apology would melt her anger faster.

To his surprise she crossed the room turned her back on him. It was then that he realized he wasn’t helping things. With a sigh he shifted his weight from foot to foot and looked down. He wanted to be with Brigitte tonight, but he felt like she didn’t want him there. If that was the case then he knew what he would have to do, the same thing he had done to get here, fallow her without her knowing. Finally, he sighed again and looked up as he advanced very slowly. “You look like a bird just dying to fly away,” he smiled weakly as he continued to advance, still slowly. “I’m not here to stop you and I won’t fallow you if you don’t want the company. You have every right to escape if you need it, I just,” he paused and stopped walking. Michael had suddenly entered into dangerous grounds. Before he stopped himself he had almost told her the truth about why he was with her; a dangerous thing. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly. “Look, do you want company or not? If you say no, I’ll turn around right now and you won’t see me the rest of the night.” To emphasize his point he took an exaggerated step backwards while still focusing on her.

Though he had offered to leave her alone, he really didn’t want to. He had been chasing her for so long now that it almost felt like a game. Michael actually had fun playing the games they did. She made him feel alive in a way that the other girls never could. He wondered if she actually detested him as much as she let on or if she was hiding her true feelings like he was, even though he didn’t feel like he was doing a very good job of it. Even now as she sat there all aggravated and flighty he couldn’t help but find her attractive. It was apparent that tonight was one of the nights she hated him, but that just made him feel even more drawn to her. Please don’t send me away, he thought pitifully, wanting very much to cross the remaining distance between them to be closer to her.

It often felt like the world around her wasn't big enough. Ever since Brigitte was a small girl she enjoyed seeking the thrills of life. Brigitte was too much of an impulsive, free spirit to be locked down. She wasn't a princess and she'd be damned if any guy was going to tell her other wise. Brig had became a very independent girl over her life's course, she wasn't planning on needing anyone to keep tabs on her any time soon. It wasn't like she was going to do something that would get her hurt, she was merely going to drink and wander the grounds. How was that dangerous, and who said she needed a baby sitter. When Michael asked her why she didn't use her title as prefect to get him in trouble, why would she? Did he really think she was that much of a prissy snob she'd need to use that to get rid of him. A good bickering match, and maybe an imprint on his cheek would prove to be the same result. A devious smirk crossed her lips as she ignored him completely, and feel happy to her inner thoughts. When he said she wasn't clever in a rhetorical sense she narrowed her blue eyes. "I'm not clever because I'm not a snitch? You have another thing coming. If I wanted to get rid of you, I'd do it with bruit force. I don't need to be flagging down my title as prefect to make you disappear. Get that through your head now." She corrected with her French accent. She wondered if this boy liked to see her fired up. If that were the case she could just ignore his presence. If he wanted a war he could have one.

Brigitte wasn't joking with him when she told him she'd use the bottle to knock his senses straight. She wasn't on to be controlled. At his pet name she narrowed her eyes. "Call me zat again and you'll be worrying about removing my foot from your arse." She warned him looking him up and down her lip curling at the fact he really thought she wouldn't. "Try me." She hissed walking away. She was irritable, and he knew how to push her buttons. Was this cute, or his way to try to win her affection. Surely he could see it wasn't working. Brigitte was a girl of her word, to second guess her was like second guessing heat in a desert. When he asked her had he ever stopped her from doing anything she rolled her eyes. "Zat's because you can't moron." she muttered taking another sip of her drink. Brig posted up in the windowsill and looked over the grounds. How she longed to be out there. There was nothing that could stop her, but her bravery was shattered when she felt an intrusion. A distraction like Michael. The boy may have thought he had everything all figured out, thought he knew her well she begged to differ. Brigitte wouldn't allow him to push his way into her adventure.

When he spoke she took a long drink and got to her feet walking back over to him. "Did I say you couldn't come? You tried to strong arm your way into MY plans. If you had just asked, I wouldn't have minded. You get more with honey zen vinegar..unless your me of course." Brigitte said honestly. She wasn't going to let him make her feel guilty when he was wrong. He assumed off the bat she was trying to fool him, then he thought he'd have his way. Really he was arrogant, this had nothing to do with him at all. This was her escape, she'd share if he wasn't so cocky about everything. When he asked her did she want him to come or not she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked him over for a moment and sucked her teeth. "Why should I let you come? You give me no reason to want to allow you to. Give me one good reason I should say yes, and then I'll decide." She told him. It was the best way to handle things, to let him see what he did wrong on his own. If he couldn't manage that she wondered why they were placed in the same house. Clearly, he wasn't smart if he was approaching her in that way. Also it must have meant he learned nothing after the years he spent chasing her.

The idea of Brigitte using force to get rid of him amused Michael greatly. Though he was already on thin ice with her, he allowed a smile to play at the corners of his mouth. It was no wonder Michael had been chasing her for so long, but he hadn’t gotten anywhere. No matter what he tried nothing worked. All his charms that works so easy on the other girls at the school were failing miserably when it came to Brigitte. Obviosly I needed to change something, the thought made him cringe. Michael had told himself long ago that he would never change who he was just to win the affection of one girl, but here it was about to break that rule. Brigitte is different, he assured himself even though he wasn’t sure if his attempts would even win him anything. With a sigh he looked into the girls eyes. Though he enjoyed seeing her so fiery and fierce, he was starting to regret it being directed towards him. He wanted to be closer to the girl, not pushed away, so he knew what he had to do. Regardless of anything else she said, he had to appease her.

“You’re right I am a moron.” He said at last, looking down at the stone floor beneath them. “You don’t need a babysitter and I was wrong to assume you wouldn’t mind me going with you.” With a sigh he looked up at Brigitte and gave her a weak smile. “I know I could never stop you from doing anything and I don’t want to. That’s what I like about you, you do what you want when you want and you don’t let anyone stop you. I wish I were that brave.” His smile grew. “That and you know how to have a good time.” Michael felt he was at least making a little headway, but he knew he was nowhere close to getting an invitation.

Michael knew that Brigitte hated being treated the way he had treated her since finding her here. It was his fault absolutely and he knew it. Though he really didn’t want to let her wander around the grounds at night, drunk no less, he knew that if he didn’t continue to appease her he would have to do just that. Though she thought it wasn’t dangerous to wander around at night, Michael knew otherwise. Nothing scare Brigitte apparently, but Michael knew some of what lurked in the forest close to the school, though nothing had ventured their way yet, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t eventually especially with something as tempting as Brigitte. It’s what I would do, Michael teased himself. He hoped he was at least making some headway, but he still knew he needed to try something new. As she spoke again, Michael found himself drawn to her words. He listened intently for some sign of what he needed to do.

“I know I should have asked and I’m really sorry. That was all me. It was rude to demand you allow me to go with you. I knew better I was just worried even though I don’t need to be.” He shrugged, surely Brigitte knew that he felt protective of her, he felt that way about a lot of his exes too. It was just in his nature. He might be a heartbreaker, but that didn’t make him cruel. “Why should you let me?” Michael laughed uneasily. In his mind she shouldn’t let him. He’d already messed up. He stopped her, he could have gotten her caught and he insulted her without meaning to. He had messed up bad and now he was paying for it. “If I were you I wouldn’t let me. By fallowing you I almost got you busted and I would have felt bad about that believe me. To be honest I don’t really have a good reason other than wanting an escape myself. I would just rather that escape not be alone.” He shrugged and looked away as he stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. “I always have a good time with you, you keep things interesting that and the night is beautiful.” With a dazzling smile he walked passed her to the window where he leaned against the stone frame. “I mean, just look at those stars,” he raised an arm towards the sky and looked back at her still smiling. “Who wouldn’t want to be out in that?”

Slowly his smile faded as he watched Brigitte. With a sigh he lowered his arm and turned his back on the stars. Casually he leaned against the window frame and looked down at the floor. He wasn’t sure that he’d done enough, but he desperately hoped so. Slowly he lowered his arms and made his way towards Brigitte. A foot from her he stopped walking and looked down at her. His eyes reflected softly in the wand light. He gave Brigitte the kindest smile he could, but then let it fall; his charms weren’t going to work on her. “Please, Brigitte, can I come with you?” He spoke softly, no longer demanding, no longer trying to charm her or win her over. All he wanted was to have a good night with his friend, not try to win her by being a jerk. Maybe I need Brigitte, he thought as he looked down at the beautiful girl he wanted so much to have in his arms.

Brigitte was slightly annoyed with Michael and his antics tonight. She wasn't a complete bitch all the time, but when she was provoked she could be pretty harsh. She didn't understand why he was so caught up in her. She wasn't anything special, she always seemed to find away to push him away. Perhaps Michael was one of those boys who just liked what he couldn't have. She wasn't being arrogant, just protective of herself. Most of the people who were close to her got why she didn't let boys close to her. Brigitte couldn't stand thinking for one moment that she could possibly become dependent, nor could she think of a man really liking her for more then the fact that they were magically drawn to her. She was half veela, and not many noticed it's effect, how deceiving it was. Brigitte didn't run around gloating about the charm she much rather people figure it out on their own. The charm itself made her cynical about relationships, she didn't need to get caught up in some crazed teen romance. Somewhere she was afraid of it, afraid of affection because she had been on her own so long. Brigitte often felt like she was her own prisoner, destine to be alone because that's what she wanted. There were a couple of girls who won over her heart in the past, but she always got hurt. Guys were completely different, they either couldn't take her dominant personality or they just wanted one thing. She didn't mind sex, everyone had needs but to connect on a different level, what was so appealing about that?

Puzzled she listened to his words, them snapping her from her thoughts. Was he really doing this? She didn't hide the smirk that formed on his lips as he apologized admitting defeated. He wished he was brave like her? Brigitte didn't think of herself as brave, but she guessed it would seem that way. She took what she wanted, when she wanted it. Life was hers, and she grew accustom to that idea a long time ago. If Brig wasn't going to make herself happy who was? "You shouldn't have assumed, you're bloody right." She restated, crossing her arms over her chest. She had always been a free spirit, never had a man influence in her life so she wasn't used to being around guys. Especially pretty ones that tried to strong arm their way into her life. She was simple, only wanted the best things for herself but somewhere she missed something. There was no established connection with anyone, and when she'd leave Hogwarts what was there to look forward to? She saw the couples, how they made future plans but she couldn't help to think she'd die alone with a family of bunnies. Brig sighed could she stay mad when he was being so remorseful and sappy? When he said she was worried her eyes locked with his and she couldn't help but smile a bit. "You don't need to worry about me, but it's kind of...nice Zat you do." She admitted taking a sip of her drink. She let him finish his apology and took everything into consideration.

Glancing at the stars she smiled at his words looking at him, the beautiful night sky captured in the glint of her eyes. "Zose kind of stars never dim, zey are waiting for us." She said, that was a sure indicator she forgave him. "You can come zis time, only because it's kind of cute when you put down your ego for ze moment, and admit defeat." She said taking another swig of liquor. She handed Michael the bottle to have a drink himself. He needed to let loose, it wasn't easy for one to just come out of his shell and admit he was wrong. After he drank she smirked to herself. "You ready?" She asked curious, the stars didn't wait for anyone and she knew that. "Keep up, and don't you blow my cover. If spotted, I am taking you back to za tower because you were out past curfew." She said with a grin. She concealed the bottle and made her way to the door hoping Michael would keep up. Brigitte weaved her way through the halls of the castle. She was sure not to get spotted as she ducked corners. When on the main level she made her way to the covered bridge exit, pushing open the doors that would lead them to the grounds. Brigitte checked behind her to make sure Michael was still coming. After she grasped the fact he was safe, she took in a breath of night fresh air. It tasted so sweet. Brigitte walked toward the grounds and found herself a little grassy area to have a seat. She took out her bottle and sipped it handing it to Michael before laying back in the soft grass and looking at the stars. "What do you want out of life Mikey?" She asked, taking in the night and the beautiful constellations in view.

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Damn! Why does this girl have to get to me? Michael would have been fine if he could have just walked away and left Brigitte to her own destruction, but for some reason he just couldn’t leave. He followed her because he was drawn to her and he knew there was just something about her that pulled him in. But it was more than that, maybe it was because he couldn’t get her or maybe because she had some ability he didn’t know about, either way he was unable to leave the poor girl alone. He knew he came on strong with her and it aggravated him that he did so. Sure he was stubborn and hated being denied but even he knew when to give it up, but not with Brigitte. His other achievements had been just that, and he knew that even when you achieved you goals, that sometimes you failed, it was just a part of life. Though he didn’t like failing, he had to admit that it was impossible to succeed all the time.

Michael knew that he had overstepped his bounds. He knew that Brigitte had spirit and that’s what he liked about her, but he also knew that she could chew him up and spit him back out without a second thought. If she didn’t accept his apology then he knew he would have to leave her alone and in all actuality he would do it. Even though he didn’t want to leave her alone he would respect her and probably back off. It was obvious she wasn’t interested and he had honestly just about given up hope. Michael found himself looking at anything but Brigitte. Though he wanted to be looking at her he felt it was inappropriate to do so. At that moment she was in charge of his fate which scared him greatly.

When she spoke to him, Michael couldn’t help but look at her. Her voice drew him in without even trying. He thought it was cute the way she crossed her arms over her chest. Just watching her react to his words made him want to smile, but he figured it would be a bad move. Instead he listened intently as she stated the obvious about his assumptions. All he could do was nod, I feel guilty enough, does she have to keep pointing it out? He shifted uneasily as she scrutinized him with her gaze. Then he heard her sigh which caused him to look up again. He saw her lock eyes with him which sent a strange feeling down his spine. He had always loved her eyes, but now, when they were focused so intently on him he felt even more uneasy. Her voice only barely reached him. It took several seconds before he realized what she had said. This time he couldn’t hide the smile. He wanted to be a smart ass and reply with, ‘I am a nice guy’, but he figured that would just lead her into yelling at him again. Instead he smiled brightly and nodded in approval. He didn’t want to mess up what he had apparently fixed, at least I hope I fixed it.

It didn’t hit him until she said that that stars were waiting for them, them, that he realized he was forgiven. His smile only intensified, but when she called him cute he blushed. “I’m not too proud to admit when I’m wrong.” He shrugged, but he couldn’t hide how happy he was. His cheeks stung from the strain his muscles were feeling from his smile, but he was too happy to care. He was glad however, that Brigitte thought to had him the bottle she had been taking drinks from. “Thanks.” Michael offered softly, trying very hard to let his smile fall. The last thing he wanted was to give Brigitte anything else to yell at him about. Quickly he put the bottle to his mouth and took a long draw. The liquid burned, but it was a welcome feeling. As he pulled the bottle away he smiled and let out a content sigh. “That’s some good stuff.” He felt the fire in his chest which reminded him of other nights he’d been out past curfew.

When she asked if he was ready, Michael nodded. He had been ready for this all night. “Don’t worry love, I’ll gladly take the fall.” His loud mouth wanted to say more, but he refused to hurt any chance he had of spending time with Brigitte. When Brigitte moved towards the door, Michael gladly followed. Michael admired how stealthy she was. No wonder he had lost her on so many other occasions when he’d tried to follow her. The castle was quiet and their way was free it seemed. At first he wondered where she was taking them and then he found himself being lead towards the covered bridge exit of the castle. He smiled brightly, glad that he was included and glad that they were going outside.

As soon as they made their way outside, he watched Brigitte intently. It was cute the way she breathed in the night air. She looked actually happy and at peace, not at all who he had seen just a short while ago. He was happy to follow her to where she would be most comfortable. When she finally seemed to find a place she could relax in, Michael allowed her to settle in before he joined her. She took a swig and then handed him the bottle again. “Thanks.” He said again and took another long draw. The first drink was already messing with the very edges of his consciousness, but he knew he had a long way to go before he couldn’t function anymore. He watched as Brigitte lay back on the grass and smiled. He was glad to be with her and he was glad that she had finally relaxed, but her question surprised him. “Such a serious subject.” He laughed, taking another drink, this one small, and handing her the bottle again. Michael leaned back on his hands, facing the same way as Brigitte and thought about her question. “To be honest I’m not sure. I probably should have thought about it by now, but I’ve been distracted.” He chuckled softly to himself even though he doubted Brigitte would find it very funny. “I guess I want what anyone else does; to have a career in a field that makes me happy and that means something.” This time he snorted to himself, “That sounded so pathetic. Sorry. I just want to be happy. To know that I didn’t waste my time,” Michael shrugged. He felt stilly because he really didn’t know what he wanted. Instead he decided to change it around. “What about you? What do you want out of life?” This was more what Michael wanted to talk about. He wanted to learn all he could about Brigitte and he hoped that she would be willing enough to share.

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