As Rhane and Giles led the four teenagers back toward a celebratory drink at the Three Broomsticks, Tom grabbed Céilidh’s arm and pulled her into a near by alleyway.
“Tommy?!?” The ginger yelped “Whit th’ hell urr ye doing?”
“Kidnapping you to have some alone time,” Tom winked, “We’ve barely had two bloody minutes alone lately and I for one,” Tom leaned in and kissed her, “could use it.”
“Bit whit aboot yer da, ‘n’ th’ others?” Céilidh eyed her boyfriend.
“I don’t think they’ll mind,” Tom winked and then grabbed her by the hand, “Come on, let’s go see what we can find.”
The two sixth year walked hand in hand down the main street. “So where to first?”
Céilidh wrapped her arm around Tom’s, “A dinnae ken, ye git ony steid in mynd?”
Tom gave a mockingly thoughtful face, “Hadn’t really tho...
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