The little head start she had didn’t much matter because she slows on the stairs complaining about "you rich people, and your fuckin’ 700 stairs, why don’t you just get an elevator for Christ’s sake?“ and Harry zeros up behind her, placing gentle hands on her hips and giving her nudges.
"You’ve got this, Darlin’ only twenty more to go!”
“Eat. My. Ass.” She punctuates with each step, but she doesn’t bat his hands away.
|| Have you guys ever joined a fandom and found that it was very very small at the moment and you love the thing like a lot a lot all at once and have no one to talk to about so you just sit there all day not knowing how to contain it so it just feels like you’re suffocating ??? It’s hell and I’m just listening to songs that match to give me more feels and banging my head against my damn computer desk.