An old kind of magic

he grins "can you? i thought you were pretty intangible at that point"

"No, you 'want' to think that because you are too nervous to acknowledge my advances.." he comments moving closer so that their shoulders stroke. He puts on his best duck face.

he gives him a shove or at least pushes through him "clear off"

He laughs. "See! You are just in denial. You will come round eventually."

"your not nearly pretty enough" he shakes his head

He puts a hand on his heart and staggers back as if he has just been dealt a fatal blow. "S-so cold.. Well..." he laughs. "Maybe if I where as hot as your cousin then.."

his face wrinkles "seriously?"

He shrugs. "What? She is."

".....cant see it...." he keeps the face wrinkle

"Yeah.. well.. I guess it would be kinda weird to see it in your own family. You'll just have to trust me ok?"

"nope not even doing that and if you even think more along that track i will gut you.."

"Ha! Jokes on you I don't have any guts!" he laughs. "Hey, what's wrong with me anyway? I might stand a chance." He is enjoying winding him up now

"one she will do worse....and two..its weird and i would never talk to you again" he folds his arms over his chest

He laughs not able to stop himself. "Now now, no need to get all jealous and blustered. You will always be my favourite."

"what? she is family last think i want is you learing all over her"

"I'm just playing with ya, don't take it so seriously. Besides, I don't know her yet."

"....trust me she can look after her self...." he smirks softly

"Well, she grew up with you so.." he grins again.

"she grew up owning me most of the time..." he shakes his head "actually thinking about it, go right ahead"

"Ah. I think I will keep to phone calls," he chuckles. "And something tells me you probably let her. You feel like the push over type where family is concerned."

he gives him a hah you would think so look

He just laughs at him, their antics continuing into the student halls.

~~

Hanson doesn't give up his fangirling any time soon although he does seem remarkably good at controlling himself in the classroom. Ewen could be persuaded to believe that he has not worked so hard on his studies before but that having been said, their teacher is good at what he does. Term time moves along steadily with most of their lives revolving around books and computer screens. For the teachers it is mostly made up of essays to grade and aspiring minds to fill.
The holidays for Christmas creep upon them all and before they know it there is no more school for the best part of a month. Vilka sits back in her preferred chair stretching. She is pleased for the break.

Alwan sits in his usual chair and theres just the soft flick of paper ocassionally as he looks through a book his fingers lightly drawing through his hair, he is also partly looking forward to the break although he always seems to make the best of what ever is happening at the time

Vilka looks over to him as the last other teacher in the room bids them goodbye for the day. She regards him a moment before speaking. "Are you doing anything nice for the holidays?" she asks. She has never asked before but with all the different cultures and religions about she doesn't know if he has anything particular he does in holidays like this one.

"hmm not this time although I wondered if i should do a little pilgrimage to talk with the spirit world..."