IO to Padma Only

[mc_mike]

Grounded for the rest of summer?

What kind of trouble have you been getting up to?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Reckon sneaking off to meet you and not telling anyone I was going had a right good thing to do with it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Seems a mite harsh to ground you for the rest of summer for sneaking out.

What happened?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

That wasn't all there was to it, Mike.

It was my father. We exchanged... words. Screams, morelike. He's... he's never been that way with me before.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Reckon that'd be too easy.

Never been what? You alright?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Things haven't been easy for quite some time, Mike.

...not really, no. Been trying to suss it out all day, really. He said he didn't know me anymore. And he said I'm not to see you again.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

That bollocks, Padma. Maybe I could ... maybe I should talk to him. That's ruddy shite.

Why didn't you say anything before? I knew your parents were strict, but bloody hell, Padma.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Oh- no, Mike, don't do that. He's... irrational, and I know that now, can admit to it, and I don't want him ruddy yelling at you too. Reckon I have to- figure this out on my own.

This- grounding, screaming- has never happened to me before. Ever. I've always been the good girl, following all of the rules. And then... well, it's more than just you. Dating and- sneaking out and proper decorum and all that shite- it's the- it's the bloody war too. Different perspectives, but we've never disagreed like this before. I'm- just still in shock.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

I'm not afraid of the bloody yelling, Padma.

Proper decorum? Does he reckon we're shagging everywhere? Buggering hell. Reckon you're lucky if the screaming hasn't ever happened before. Or the bloody grounding. Parents get over it, though.

What about the war? He's not - nevermind.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

I mean that this is between my father and me, Mike. I need to work it out myself.

That's simply the- well, amongst the worst I could get, I reckon. Simply sneaking out and snogging you with abandon is enough to get him upset, I'm sorry to say. Proper decorum... complete purity. My parents... aren't very forgiving people.

But Merlin, Mike. No. Of course not. We could never... reckon we're even so far as considered blood traitors by some. Right.

I mean that he doesn't consider it "our fight." He thinks we- Mum, Parvati, I- should keep our heads down. He sent me an owl about it... right after Stewart died.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Right then. If you need anything, I'm here, yeah?

That's why I didn't finish it. Don't know what I was ruddy thinking. Sure you are. I'm sorry.

That's bloody ridiculous. Keeping your ruddy head down doesn't do you any sodding ounce of good when your dead.

Why didn't you say anything about this before?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

I can't keep hiding in your arms, Mike. But I appreciate it.

Reckon the only people outside of the family he'd listen to anyway are Lavender and Pansy- how bloody ironic is that?

It was a bit- jarring, to be sure, Mike. My father has his faults- but not that. Never that. It's too... horrible to think about.

I couldn't agree with you more. Bloody hell, I wish I could make him see that. But he reckons the exact opposite, really.

...I couldn't. I'd just gotten over Stewart's death. You helped me get over Stewart's death, holding me, reassuring me... and then he sent me this owl. My father. Said that by- fighting, rather than gathering younger years, rather than hiding- I'd... lost him. Lost Stewart. I was... ashamed, Mike.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

You've nothing to be ashamed about, Padma. Nothing. At least you had the ruddy chance to fight instead of being tied to a hospital bed. Ackerley's blood is on the hands of the fucking Death Eaters, not yours. Shite of him to put that off on you.

Sort of understand Brown, but why the hell would he listen to Pansy?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

...I know, Mike. I know. I've made my peace with it. I've made my peace with the whole ruddy affair. I just never thought... we'd see things so differently. It's... it's bloody hard, but I'll make my peace with our differences too.

Oh Merlin, Mike. You should hear my parents go off about Pansy. Reckon there's no one in their eyes who is more in line with that ruddy decorum. She knows exactly how to please them, Pansy. She told me so herself; offered to help me do the same, even. That day we got lost in Muggle London, she gave my mum some lace bookmarks- had her raving about "a proper lady learning arts and crafts" ever since. Have to hand it to Pansy- she knows how to play "the game." Merlin.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Reckon we all do it our own way, yeah. It's only I remember what you were bloody like after it happened, Padma, and it's not something I'm ruddy keen on seeing again.

Decorum? Pansy? Might not find this as amusing as I do, but you probably should have taken her up on her lessons.

There any way your bad-influence-of-a-boyfriend can convince you to sneak out again before 1 September?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

It's not a way I plan to deal with- such acts, if heaven forbid, they ever happen again. You have my word, Mike.

Right. I just- don't think I have it in me. Don't even mean that as a ruddy insult, even. Reckon she's too- complex for me, even without the- knowledge I have now. I'm... straightforward, Mike, at least I try to be. Always been enough for my parents before now.

Merlin, Mike. You know how much I'd like to say yes. You know how much I'd rather be with you- anywhere on this bloody globe- than stuck here, alone in my room. But... I can't. I'm so sorry, Mike, but I can't.

I will see you on the train, though, yeah?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

It needs to be enough for you.

Knew you wouldn't, but was worth a shot.

That's a solid bet, that is, granted I convince my mum to let me go back.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Enough for me... I don't know what's enough for me. You're enough for me.

...bloody... she wouldn't, she really wouldn't... would she? Bloody hell.

I'm so sick of parents, Mike. I'm sick of their rules and their righteous anger and everything in between. You'd best be coming back to school, Michael Corner. If not... then that's it.

I'll be off to find you, to whisk you away. We can travel the world together, just you and me and our own ruddy rules. Reckon that's all I really need, yeah?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Damn fine answer, that is.

Not so sure I want to convince her now, not with a proposition like that on the table.

Rule #1: You bring the two-piece.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Oh dear. Not the swollen head again. Have you been taking your potion?

And miss out on your NEWTs? Tsk tsk, Mike.

Equal opportunity addendum to rule #1- so long as you display an ample amount of- bare chest- whenever I wear afore-mentioned two-piece. Merlin, you make me blush.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

And deflate this gargantuan beauty? Surely you jest.

NEWTs? Can't say I've heard of them before, no. Nothing to be missing on now, then, would there? And for the record - and what the hell, posterity's sake since we can - running away was your brilliant idea.

Done. But does that mean I have to wear bottoms? I like making you do other things as well.

Rule #2 - No clothes other than the two-piece specifically mentioned in rule #1 and its Equal Opportunity Addendum. This rule does not pertain to shoes and socks, which shall only be worn with their original function in mind and from which, the wearer will not be allowed to deviate, nor does it pertain to ties or scarves in which a Ravenclaw Prefect Pin must always be affixed.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

There are so many gorgeous things about you, Mike, surely you need not resort to lying in order to feel handsome. ;)

Yes, but we can multitask in our running away. Professor Flitwick will help us out- owl us the proper materials et. al- I'm sure of it.

...of course- why- Merlin, you're doing it again. Wouldn't be ruddy fair if I had to wear at least two pieces of clothing and you none, would it?

...you are too kind to me, Mr Corner, and my penchant for pi BADGES and scarves. But does that mean that you will be wearing them too?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Surely you can find it in yourself to admit that you're fond of my swollen head.

Absolutely no bloody multitasking. It defeats the whole ruddy purpose of running away.

If it's fairness you're concerned about, we could just do away with the two-piece altogether. In fact, I feel a new rule coming on. Rule #3 - Disregard Rule #1 and all addendums.

Only on Sundays, holidays, and special occasions.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_patil_padma/]

Why would I want to do a thing like that?

But... but... then you're depriving me of NEWTs! You should know I've been looking forward to taking my NEWTs ever since I was a firstie. You'd best have a good way to make it up to me, Mr Corner.

...you have a plan. You have a plan in your head about how exactly you want me to dress, and I don't think I like it. I demand to know what it is.

Running away is an extended holiday, Mike. :D