"Even being your daughter's friend, sir, I pity myself," Oliver said sarcastically, the man laughed, sitting on the love couch with a humongous window behind it. "Are you staying the night? must've been a long walk from nine and three-fourth quarters." Oliver was still red and sort of embarrassed, he was begging for Iris to come back.
"Oh, no, sir. Me and Iris flew here with my broom." Oliver said, trying not to sound too cocky for being a quidditch player. "My girl? with a broom? Impossible." After a few shuffles from upstairs, a girl in a white tank top and jogging pants jogged down the stairs, racing to the kitchen when she heard the kettle whistle.
Iris finally entered the living room with a tray in hand, with three fancy teacups filled with red tea, there was a bowl of sugar and milk. the girl sat beside Oliver, who took hold of the cup as soon as possible to gobble down his embarrassment, watching Iris pour half the milk and three sugar cubes into her cup. "slow down honey," The man said, pulling away the tray from the girl.
"Anyway, Oliver. if you're too tired to come home today, I'll be happy to set Iris' room as yours. She can sleep in the attic." Iris stuck her eyebrows together. "I'd be happy to share a room instead." She said sarcastically; her father was stunned, as well as Oliver. it had been just a few seconds till she realized what she just offered.
"He can sleep on my rug, I won't even notice I'm stepping on him the next morning." Iris tried playing it cool. "It will be freezing later. you fucked up your fire pit in your room remember? why don't you and Oliver share a bed for more warmth." Oliver raised an eyebrow at the fucked up fire pit, yet he wasn't surprised at him sharing a bed with Iris thing.
the sun has set goodbye, the house became gold and alive, giving a hint of nostalgia hitting Iris' mind. she had been washing her father's leftover dishes. there was a fire over the other side of the living room, lit up warm. Iris' father had given Oliver a tour of the house, completely showing he was welcome anywhere. Iris had a room with a queen-sized bed full of fluffy crimson cotton pillows, there was a vintage vanity with a candle holder, a shelf full of books, a huge red and gold carpet, a desk full of papers, and a drawer.
they had a porch that led to their garden, which had a picnic bench along with unusual flowers. Oliver thought it was beautiful, the kitchen was filled with colorful tiles as well.
Iris had served roasted potatoes, alongside spinach mixed with cream cheese, one huge sausage on the side, and fried rice. "Everything's greasy, Girl." Her father picked on his food in a teasing way while she rolled her eyes. "At least you get to eat homecooked food. not eat canned beans every day."
Oliver ate his food with ease and happiness, approving the flavours of iris' cooking.. the spinach were creamy, the potatoes were buttery and salty, the sausage was juicy and the rice was soft. "Barely see people cooking rice now a days, you do it well." Oliver smirked at the girl who rolled her eyes. "Oh I know how to satisfy a mouth of an athlete." She grinned, her father on the side had raised an eyebrow after finishing the whole plate under ten minutes. "Sausage's over cooked," He stood up with his plate and put it on the sink. "I'll be in my study, see the two of you." He winked, jogging up stairs immediately.
"How come I didn't see your fucked up fireplace?"
"Just shut up."
After finishing dinner in silence, Iris immediately went to the sink to wash the dishes, but Oliver wasn't selfish either. he stood behind her, observing her cleansing the plates before soaping it. "I can wash it. i had a great dinner." The girl flinched slightly, turning back to me, she leaned into the sink to keep some distance; Oliver raised an eyebrow.
He put his hands through the holes between her waist and her arms, moving forward yet slightly touching more, "What are you doing?" Iris said, panicking. "You wouldn't move over."
Her eyebrows came close together, she was mad. even though the house was lit with candles only, Oliver could see the blush on her face as she stormed off to her bedroom upstairs. "Worse than Professor Snape when he gets humbled," Oliver whispered under his breath.
after washing the dishes, Oliver made sure to blow out candles in unnecessary places on the first floor, he had changed into his night robes and silently walked up the stairs into Iris' bedroom. the left side of the hallways of the second floor was her father's bedroom and study;; there was a balcony on the end of the hallway. it was cold, especially with Oliver's moist hands from washing the dishes. "would be nice if their garden had a bonfire." He whispered under his breath.
he twisted the girl's door knob carefully, greeted with a room filled with a candle over her vanity, and her sleeping on the right side of the bed. Oliver slipped under the sheets, facing the other way so he wouldn't sleep too uncomfortably by looking too much at Iris.
It was cold. Her comforter was cold, the only warmth in the room came from the candle and the girl's body.
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