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"You're misunderstanding a core point of the story, Bellatrix!" Tom is furious, he doesn't know why, not really. Just some sort of pathological need to disagree with Trixie no matter what.
"I understand it perfectly, Thomas, I just don't agree with you." At least she's as mad as he is.
Quirrell walks in right before Trixie pounces on Tom, good thing too, she could kill him like one of those hunting dogs, his neck in her mouth, intestines spilling on her hands, that doesn't sound too bad actually.
"What's their deal?" Quirrell asks, sitting down next to Lucius.
"Just arguing to argue." With Trixie too occupied to pet Lucius he opts to drape himself over Quirrell instead. "Something about…" He scrunches his face in thought, "The Bible!" He snaps his fingers when he recalls it. "The Bible." Lucius repeats, now with the solemn demeanor he usually carries.
"That can't be right." Quirrell mutters.
"We're talking about the movie 'Jesus Christ Superstar', which is based on the bible," Trixie clarifies, not turning to face Lucius or Quirrell though.
Quirrell's hands find their way to Lucius' head, "I kind of don't believe that either of you care about that movie this much,"
"That's the thing!" Trixie starts pacing around the room, "He didn't care about it at all until I said that I didn't like it! Suddenly it's the best movie of all time!" She sits on one of the chairs near the couch, everybody in her eye-line now.
"I never said that! I just think you were being too harsh, they probably worked really hard on that movie!"
"Probably." Quirrell echoes quietly at Trixie, a mocking undertone but Tom lets it slide because he's actually a very nice person, and it's not at all because it makes Trixie giggle. Tom's tired of being the only one standing, he sits on the floor in front of Trixie, submission.
Quirrell stops petting Lucius, "Oh! I'm here for a reason," He sits up and looks at Trixie. "Dumbledore wants you and Lucius to go to his office now." He grimaces on the 'now'.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Trixie pushes Tom's head to the side and stands up next to him, she walks over and grabs Lucius' hand, dragging him out of the room, dragging her feet.
Tom crawls over and sits in front of Quirrell, still on the floor, and places his head on the couch next to Quirrell's knee. "Nice to be alone with you," He mumbles into the couch. "They're like bad stalkers,"
Laughing lightly, Quirrell asks, "What did they even do to get in trouble?" He reaches over and fiddles with the piercings on Tom's ears.
His face is flushing under Quirrell's hands, "Uh…" Hard to focus, "Vandalism, I think, I wasn't there." It's answer enough for him though.
Oren bites at his lower lip before asking, "Do you wanna go for a walk?"
"…Right now..?"
"If that's okay," Quirrell looks sort of like a classic leading man when he asks, something about his eyebrows maybe. "It's been a while since I've walked around the forest and it'd be nice if you joined me." He avoids eye contact while he asks, a nice confirmation that Quirrell gets shy too.
"Yeah, sure," Quirrell smiles at him.
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The forest is so boring. Quirrell seems entertained enough, studying all the trees but the walk has been so quiet and Tom would rather die than be the one to say something. Luckily Quirrell doesn't have the same reservation. "What's your favorite movie?"
Tom barks out a laugh. "That's like the most small talk question of all time, dude."
Quirrell laughs as well. "Sorry! I just realized that I don't actually really know what kind of stuff you like. You do have a favorite movie, right?"
"Of course I do!" He puts a finger on his chin in faux-thought, which makes Quirrell giggle. "Top Gun." He snaps his finger at Quirrell when he says it, like he's just remembered.
"I haven't seen it."
"You've never seen Top Gun??" Quirrell shakes his head. "Dude, man, we have to watch it together."
Quirrell moves a little bit closer to Tom, "I don't even really know anything about it, they're in the air-force, right?"
"The Navy!" He corrects in mock indignation, "But it's actually a metaphor for latent bisexuality or something,"
"Or something," Quirrell echoes
"I mostly just like when they fly the jets." He adds, and when Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer eye-fuck, and when Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis actually fuck, but that goes unsaid.
"So basic," Quirrell says to the side, terribly amused with himself.
"Okay, well what's your favorite movie?" He points an accusatory finger at Quirrell.
Quirrell mumbles, "Night At The Museum…" Rightfully embarrassed.
He walks closer to Quirrell, leaning into his space as much as possible. "Not very esoteric of you,"
"Shut up," But he's giggling when he says it, pushing Tom's face away, "How do you even know that word!"
Tom grabs Quirrell's wrist and lightly bites down on one of his fingers, a burst of satisfaction in his chest when Quirrell yelps and tries to pull his hand away, but Tom's quicker and manages to grab his other wrist too. "I read books."
"Yeah yeah.." Quirrell pouts. "But have you seen Night At The Museum?"
"Of course."
"Well then you'll know that it's one of the great bastions of mainstream queer storytelling!" His fingers point even while Tom is holding his arms still.
"No it's not, you're thinking of The Birdcage,"
"Haven't seen it."
Tom's grip loosens in surprise, which allows Quirrell to grab both of Tom's arms and move behind him, pinning his hands to his back. Tom pretends to struggle, he's stronger than Quirrell but it's fun to pretend sometimes. "Do you even watch movies?" Tom says into the air in front of him.
"Not really," He's out of breath, panting against Tom's shoulder blade, huffs of laughter bubbling out too. "They're too long,"
Taking advantage of Quirrell's slight rocking and loosening grip, Tom spins himself around and essentially tackles Quirrell to the ground. He shrieks in the surprise of it but quickly recovers and pushes at Tom, no actual technique though, just wherever he can reach.
They roll around in the dirt for a while, Quirrell's clearly not as experienced in play-fighting as Tom is, but he does well enough. Tom finally gets Quirrell on his back, he's sitting on his stomach, looking down at him and holding his wrists together. Quirrell's writhing under him, worm-like. "Let me go!" Quirrell's hands are flexing uselessly. Tom purposefully bends his hands a little bit just to hear him whine a little bit, "I yield! I yield!" He lets go, Quirrell's arms fall to the side.
Quirrell's breathing heavily, he's flushed and his eyes dart across Tom's face, eye mouth nose eye mouth eye eye eye eye. They're staring directly into each others eyes. Tom gets off of Quirrell, too quickly, he trips over his feet in his attempt to stand.
He doesn't look while Quirrell stands back up, the walk back to school is silent.