Who: Odette MacFarlan and Noah Boot (brief appearance by Terry!)
What: She's deemed him acceptable once more
When: Like last week or so
Where: His house



After two weeks, Odette decided Noah had suffered long enough without her presence in his life.

Plus, seeing that Noah had obviously run into West before he found her at Drystan's party had extinguished all her anger to the point where it disappeared completely by the next day. Who was she to lie and say that seeing him like that hadn't made her feel much better? Honestly, it was like she had indirectly punched him in the face through West, so it was all fair.

How stupid was it that--- no, nevermind. She wasn't going to think about what was going on between Noah and Drystan because it was not her problem. She did not need to be concerned about the idiotic things that boys got themselves into. So, Odette decided during her avoidance of both of them that, just as long as the two of them behaved themselves around her, she could really care less how they treated each other otherwise. She could be impartial, it didn't seem that hard.

Odette ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it out to the bottom before pressing her other hand against her dress to smooth it out against her legs. He had better be home, because she was not about to walk through the planetarium to find him. Despite her unfortunate ownership of the building, Odette sought to never step foot in that place again.

Luckily, he was, and she did not have to wait long for the door to open. "Hello."

As apparently no one had noticed, Noah was very good at hiding and lurking. He had no problems with going straight into work, staying in his office for the full day, and going home to eat and maybe sleep. Terry was now too big to really wheel around the planetarium in a bassinet, so Noah had made the very difficult decision to find a daycare. He hadn't thought, for a second, that he would have trouble because of how convenient a daycare was. Terry slept most of the day anyway, so it wasn't as if he was going to miss things, but---

Well, fuck. He was the last parent to drop his kid off and the first to pick him up. Noah felt like he was a kidnapper of sorts, how quickly he snatched up the boy, and that sounded creepy, but the idea of these other people handling Terry was disturbing in so many different ways and---augh. Maybe he should just move back into the flat on top of the planetarium. Then he could work from home and not have to deal with anything else.

Not having to deal with anything but the stars and Terry...Noah could get used to that idea.

"My nose isn't that interesting," Noah said. His eyes shut tightly as Terry gripped and dug his nails into his nose. "Boy---you need to---let go!" It came out as a laugh, however, and Noah pulled out of the baby's tight grip and pushed his face into the boy's neck, getting a hysterical laugh out of him. Yeah, definitely could do this all the time. "Someone's knocking, Boy, hold on a second."

Noah sat Terry up in the pillow holder...thing (he didn't know where Noel got half of these toys), and made his way to the door, wiping the baby spit on his hands and onto his jeans. Peering through the peep hole nearly gave him a heart attack, and he looked back at Terry with a nervous expression before pressing down his hair and opening the door for Odette.

"Hey, er---come in?"

Odette blinked slowly, her mouth pressing together so she could run her tongue along the inside of her lip. While she would have liked him to look much more... hm, lost perhaps? Upset, sullen, confused, gaunt, thoroughly diffused. Disoriented. Forlorn. Anything really. She supposed she could make due with his obviously nervous stance. She doubted he felt she should have acted that way this whole time, so. It was only fair.

"I accept your apology," she stated in a casual tone. Who was she trying to fool? As much as Odette forced herself to continually remember why she was suppose to be hating this person and that person, after a while she found it hard to continue to dwell on it, or even remember after a few days. Wadcock, obviously, was a rare case and had apparently broken into a deeper previously unknown level called her long term memory, but that was just an unfortunate glitch. She would be plagued with the revolting memory of his--- self forever.

"And I forgive you for acting like a ridiculous asshole to me." At this point Odette smiled happily, her head turning slightly to rest on her shoulder as she walked into his flat. Her eyes opened as she walked past him and toward the living room, suddenly content with curling up to sleep on his couch (thanks to the radio for keeping her up all night with ever-flowing news-breaking updates about the Wadcock/MacFarlan affair). But---

Ugh, baby smell. Ugh which meant--- and there it was. In it's holder. It. The baby. Him. Terry. She really needed to stop referring to babies like inanimate objects. Odette let out a sigh, pressing her hand to her forehead for a second as she continued to walk toward the couch, and consequently Noah's child as well. Whatever, it wasn't like it was a man-eating hippocampus. "Hello," Odette directed to the baby before slipping down onto the couch.

Noah stood at the door for a moment, taking in her calm, nonchalant statements. If he wasn't in front of the kid, he was sure that he'd start arguing that yeah he'd been dumb, but she hadn't been the nicest person in the world either. And apologizing at the party had only ruined his life even more, so, technically, he should be mad at her for making him crazy and thinking that barging into one of those parties was a good idea.

So the fact that he just let out a laugh with a shake of his head was all because of Terry, and Odette was very lucky for it. Well. Okay, he knew that Odette had every opportunity (and he supposed right) to never speak to him again and be on her merry way, so the fact really was that he was the lucky one, to have her coming to his door and accepting him back into her life, but he was STILL sure that he hadn't been completely ridiculous with their argument.

He was just very bad at getting his points across, and she was very bad at accepting points that weren't hers. As was he, so----it was never going to end up good. Right? Okay, he had no idea what he was thinking about now, and he crossed over, dropping down to the other end of the couch and nudging Terry's seat with his foot. It began to rock, and Terry's eyes crossed as exhaustion started to hit.

"So, how was the Wadcock makeup sex?" Noah tilted his head to the back of the couch, a broad, teasing grin crossing his features.

Because there wasn't a sorer subject than Seth Wadcock.

Automatically, almost without thinking, Odette sat up straight, pulled her long legs out from underneath her, and promptly kicked Noah in the gut. Or the side. She wasn't exactly paying attention to where she inflicted pain on him, just as long as he felt it. A few seconds later as her brain caught up, she found the reaction much more appropriate than the long stream of words forming in her mouth, with the baby in the room. Odette sent him a hard glare, her arms crossing over her chest as she fought the urge to kick him again. Was he really going to start something ridiculous again?

Swallowing her anger, Odette attempted to speak. "Fu--- fantastic," she spat, her arms clenching tighter as her whole body tensed. That man-- boy honestly--- there were no words at this point. Just the thought of a Seth, any Seth seemed to make her blood boil, not to mention the word Wadcock made her want to tear her ears off. Repeatedly.

"The bloody--- fu--- he's---" she found it hard to speak, barely able to stop herself from what she wanted to say and and how to get it across. "I--- swear to all that is--- there is something wrong with him. It's--- it's--- he's in bloody love with me and--- we're eleven---"

She prayed to everything holy that the reason behind the way Seth Wadcock treated her was not because he was in love with her. Please, just let him be an asshole. She could deal with assholes. What she could not deal with was an asshole who actually wanted to--- ugh, just the thought made her sick.

Noah let out something of a wheezing cough of a laugh, arms immediately wrapping around himself. Okay, he deserved that, but it was funny. Rumors were always funny, when they weren't about yourself. He'd never understood why people got so riled up over things that weren't true, but that could be because he rarely gave a damn about what people thought of him. Really, right now all he cared about was how Terry felt about him and--well, okay, as much as he tried to act as if things were cool and not serious with Odette, he didn't exactly want her to go away.

Or leave, or whatever you'd call what they were doing. He supposed.

He should probably stop annoying her, if he wanted to stop that from happening. Noah twisted, leaning full into the back of the couch with his arm still wrapped around his gut. At least she wasn't some dainty twig that he'd have to kill spiders for, or something (because he really hated spiders), "Do you want me to beat him up for you?"

Even Noah couldn't take his statement seriously, and he pressed his face into the couch to laugh and shake his head. Well. He would certainly try to beat up Wadcock, if she did take up his offer.

She let out a loud laugh as Odette slowly sunk back into her previous position, curling her legs back under her body and resting her head on her shoulder. She wouldn't have been able to stop herself if she tried--- Noah and Wadcock? Despite how much she yearned for Seth to show up one day transformed into a pathetic, gangly wimp with no muscle whatsoever, it wasn't going to happen anytime fast. Unfortunately, there was a reason why he was a beater, and a quidditch player for that matter. Body mass came with the job description.

Not to say that Noah was a gangly wimp, completely lacking in muscle and strength. She was just fairly certain if it came down to it, Noah would have a much harder time winning the fight than her teammate. Sadly.

"I think you've gotten into enough fights with quidditch players," Odette remarked quickly, her eyebrows cocking up slightly as she spoke. Honestly, one of the reasons why she liked Noah was that he wasn't involved with the whole quidditch... scene. She enjoyed the difference he brought--- like a breath of fresh air. So she was completely fine with him staying out of all this unnecessary drama: like she wanted to be apart of it in the first place.

Noah shot up, lifting his chin to show her the spot that had been pretty purple for a good few days (potions, who took potions? He certainly didn't, not until Lyssandra and his sister forced one down his throat). "I thought I looked rugged and dangerous with my shiner."

It was better than being thoroughly embarrassed by it, right? Noah had gone straight home from the party, feeling utterly humiliated for many more than one reason, but it had always been his way to simply ignore things, or push them to the side. A good way of doing that was acting like you didn't care, so; making jokes about yourself was one of the varieties of self apathy.

He sent a look toward Terry, and shook his head when he saw the boy was conked out, head drooped forward in what looked like a drunken state. Noah motioned to him quickly and swept him up, putting the baby to bed. Terry was a sound sleeper, and Noah often taunted Lyssandra about it; his kid knew not when to annoy his parent.

Coming back into the room, Noah stretched, hands linked as he pushed them as far out in front of him as he could. He stared at Odette with a curious expression, and then his lips twitched into a pleased smirk,

"I think I could take some quidditch players," he challenged, staring pointedly at her.

Dangerous? Odette rolled her eyes at Noah as he spoke, trying her best to contain the smile attempting to break out onto her face. His humor almost made her forget that the reason why he had that lovely black and blue mark in the first place was because of her. Technically. Well, West had been the one to punch him, but only because she had.... asked him to. Basically. At the time it had seemed like a very good idea, almost like collateral for what he had said to her.

Odette's mouth opened slightly as her face contorted into mock surprise once he came back into the room. "Not me!" she responded quickly as Noah continued to stare at her with that look he had. She was strong, just as strong as her other teammates: she did all the drills with them, and all the running, and all the muscle strengthening--- well, obviously not toe to toe since too much muscle would be bad for her, but--- seekers got pushed around and attacked the most in a match, hands down! Odette had had her fair share of bruises, broken bones, and near-death tumbles, especially when half the time the other seeker was a male.

And not to mention she had lived through a bloody werewolf attack so--- that definitely counted also. Miffed, Odette sat up straight again, pressing her shoulders back against the couch. She would think that at least all of that meant she was just as strong Noah.

"No, no--- look at my muscles," she shook her head as she jumped up to her feet, playfully extending and flexing her arms to show him.

Noah stepped forward and reached out, squeezing Odette's arms as if he were a healer doing an examination. Of course he'd noticed her strength before, she hit him often enough. And he'd seen her naked, so it had been easy to dismiss the ideas that she was a fragile twig of a girl, physically and mentally. He definitely liked that about her. Noah was no good at dealing with girls in the first place, it would be a bloody nightmare having to try and step around delicate issues and avoid confrontations that he felt to be necessary.

He should be glad she was dropping the whole issue as easily as she was. He had no desire to explain his hatred for her best friend, and Noah was more than willing to avoid the man at every and all costs. There was really no need for them to be around each other any way, so it wouldn't be hard to accomplish.

"Not bad, not bad," he noted with an approving smirk, but he feigned a stretch and flexed his own arms. Now, now Noah was not delusional, he knew that any guy on her team, or nearly any guy on the street could out muscle him, but he wasn't poorly equipped. Martin had insisted for the past year or so in dragging Noah to the gym with him, and most days Noah didn't fight it (too hard). There were of course days that Martin completely forgot, or Noah locked his brother out of his house with a stinging hex, but overall it was a decent time, "I still think I'd win, though."

She watched Noah intently, pitifully desperate to prove herself. Odette wasn't going to lie, she was painfully prideful when it came to things like this--- and she blamed the fact that she spent more than half her day, every day, surrounded by mostly men. They rubbed off on her. And besides, ever since she was a child she had always been much better acting like a boy than a girl, much to her mother's dismay every time she tried to dress her daughter up in frills and pink.

"Not bad?" Odette repeated, her face now dubious. Incorrect! The acceptable response would have been something along the lines like 'oh yes, you're completely right' or 'wow, despite how thin you are, your marvelous display of muscle shows just how extremely strong you are, which is obviously much more than me.'

That's what a boyfriend who wanted sex tonight would have said.

Her hands retreated to her hips, but not in an angry way. Odette just felt like winning this proposition was important. For some reason. "No----" she blurted out quickly at him. And--- she knew that Noah was teasing her but--- she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

This was ridiculous. There was no reason for her to get all riled up about something like this. If Noah wanted to be delusional and think he could best her then--- fine. Ignoring the fact that finishing that statement could be compared to grinding teeth, Odette stood herself up straighter, taking a deep breath in the process. "Oh really?" As much as she had wanted her voice to sound bored, the undertone of a challenge was still very much evident.

Noah didn't think it would help him any, to respond with a witty remark. Odette was taking this far more seriously than he'd anticipated. Maybe this was why he didn't joke around with people; things that were funny to him obviously didn't hold true to others. So instead of retorting with a tease, Noah leaped forward and tackled Odette to the couch.

Lying quite comfortably on top of her for a moment, Noah took the opportunity to pin her arms over her head, hoping for a bit of a fight. He couldn't deny that the idea of wrestling with her was more than appealing, and Noah grinned wickedly down at Odette, enjoying his view from the hovering position above her.

"Well, well, well."

Noah had been--- much faster than she would have ever expected him to be. Odette couldn't hide her dropped jaw and surprised face even if she tried as she lay under him. Since when did he... she wasn't quite sure how to finish that thought, still being undecided whether she enjoyed what he was doing, or not. Half of her completely wanted to embrace where this was going (it had been a while), but the other half of her, the very competitive side, was not so thrilled. Losing, in any form, was not something she dealt with well--- it usually took her a lot to let it go...

Though.

Well. Technically. She had lost, now of all times would be the time to move on.

To a different plan. Or just drop it all together, whatever she decided to do in the moment.

A smug smile slowly replaced her open mouth as Odette looked up at him. Lifting her back off the couch, she pushed her pelvis toward him, her feet sliding up slightly as she moved. "What am I going to do...." she sighed, her eyes wandering for a second before lifting her neck up to get her mouth closer to his skin. Maybe she could make just a little point...

Eventually, Noah loosened his grip on her arms, and she had originally planned on somehow sneak attack him after he did that, but--- mmmh, she was enjoying this too much. Instead, Odette moved her hands to grip both sides of his face and pull him closer. Revenge later, if she cared to remember.