-- Happy Birthday! -- -- After Classes. --

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This was so unlike Razzy.

For someone who managed to miss every one of the twins' birthdays, and forgot his own sister's every year (only to buy her something last minute that she usually enjoyed nonetheless,) it was a bit ridiculous that he somehow managed to remember Erin Harper's birthday months prior. It was silly, really. But something told him that if he forgot his own boyfriend's birthday, Erin would be rather unhappy. Not that Erin would normally whine about such a typical boyish thing, it was just that they were supposed to remember that kind of crap. What color were his eyes? What was his favorite food? What was his birthday? And he assumed he was supposed to remember their anniversary, but he had already forgotten and was already trying to figure it out. But that wasn't for a very long time.

Razzy had planned it out, just so he could pretend to be a good partner. He had bought his gift, a giant stuffed cat, the last Hogsmeade weekend. Of course, the two of them were usually together during those trips. He had stuffed it into a charmed bag, one that held a lot more than it was supposed to, when Erin was in another shop. Razzy had excused himself for one reason or another. Erin was surely used to the Hufflepuff being vague and probably didn't think twice about what he was doing. It wasn't expensive, though money hardly mattered to Razzy. And it made even the blank faced Hufflepuff crack a smile upon looking at it. He didn't care what Erin did with it. It was adorable.

The cake had been a lot harder. Razzy wanted something he could eat along with Erin. So he had sent out a post to his cook at home, the one who also taught Razzy how to waltz in her spare time, and she sent him a chocolate cake. Razzy didn't plan on eating a lot of it, but he couldn't stand the crap they served at the school. Had no one noticed that Hogwarts hard the most fattening food in Scotland? It was surprising how thin the students managed to be. He had gotten the cake the morning of Erin's birthday, just in time. It had been awkward, though, because he usually loafed around the Slytherin table, messing with Erin and sending dirty looks to the people who sat around him. Razzy hadn't explained to Erin why he sat at the Hufflepuff table for once. Nor did he explain why he immediately whisked away after the mail came. But again... Surely he was used to his vagueness by now.

And his attire. He picked that out much too carefully. The pants he wore when they had their first kiss, of course. His favorite sweater, the one with the banana on it, and a tank top (because Razzy had a thing for tank tops.) However, not just any tank top. A vibrant green one that made his eyes pop so bright, it was stunning. Well, to Razzy at least. And it had a half naked woman on it, which Razzy remembered Erin liked. Razzy had a lot of shirts with half naked women and/or women kissing. He bought them all on his own, of course. If he could have it his way, that's all his shirts would ever be.

It had been terrible... Waiting through classes was awful. He was much too excited for his plans. Luckily, he didn't have CoMC, so he didn't have to sit next to Erin in any of his classes. So he played it off like a total jerk. He ignored Erin completely. It was fantastic. If Erin attempted to approach him after class, he'd immediately spring away. His long legs took him far and his blank face kept his amusement hidden. He wasn't actually hurting Erin's feelings, anyhow. It was all apart of the plan.

After History let out, he had bolted right to his dorm to change. He got himself all dolled up; clothes fresh and ironed, hair nice and combed. Of course, Razzy always groomed himself in such a way, but his clothes were ironed and that was different. He had two hours to get ready, really. But he only wanted to use up one. He managed to get ready fast and then pulled everything together. Cake, cat, blanket. He had stopped by the kitchen (conventionally right next to the common room; again, how did his housemates manage to be so skinny?) and picked up a basket filled with mindless junk he knew Erin liked. Bread rolls, mashed potatoes, roasted chicken, jam tarts... Just the little things Razzy picked up on.

A picnic under the stars. Cliche as hell, but Razzy couldn't think of anything else that didn't involve slipping under Erin's sheets. And he knew fairly well the Slytherin wouldn't like that.

After setting everything up (by the lake, of course, to add to the cliche) and making sure no harm would come to his layout while he was gone, he made his way back to the dungeons. He trotted down to the Slytherin commons, having no intent on waiting patiently for his partner. Luckily, first years had streamed out of the entrance and Razzy was able to slide right in. He got a lot of dirty looks. The most he had ever gotten, and he was French and most French people had permanent dirty looks on their faces. He simply smiled, eying out the room before spotting Erin in the corner.

"Ah, there you are!" he announced, immediately barreling his way to Erin, "Important best friend business. You know. Because we're best friends." A little too much emphasis on "best friends" but that was the joke. They were the best of friends, if Razzy said so himself. The kind that snogged one moment and talked about breasts the next. He loomed right over Erin with the most devilish smile on his face, "Let's go. Before I show your friends how friendly us best friends are."

With that, he yanked Erin up and began to briskly pull him away from the safety of his common room. If he could, he would throw Erin over his shoulder. But he wasn't dating a hundred pound stick. He had to remember that. Razzy would have to bulk up more, he decided,

"Happy Birthday, by the way. What? You thought I forgot?" He was having too much fun.

One might think that when one's boyfriend had gone the whole day ignoring their significant other, that significant other would be... concerned. Possibly angry, possibly sad, possibly paranoid that said boyfriend had suddenly decided that commitment wasn't for him after all, but certainly something.

Erin didn't much notice. Well, not until the afternoon, when he finally admitted that while being able to eat his mashed potatoes in peace at lunch had been nice, it was a bit shifty for Razzy to see him coming after class and immediately beat a strategic retreat. And sure it was his birthday, but Erin had never made a big deal out of that. So he figured whatever it was was both unrelated and that Razzy would get it out of his system soon enough. He hadn't asked out Hogwart's biggest player just to worry about being dropped now. Besides, ducking into random hallways and giving him his specially blank I have no soul expression was really not much weirder than usual for the Hufflepuff boy.

Maybe once, he would have been paranoid. But after months of knowing Razzy Erin had eventually developed a fatalistic sort of calm in dealing with the other boy. He simply accepted Razzy and all his various quirks for the most part with patience and good humor, which might not seem like much until one remembered how in their very first meeting Erin had ended up punching a wall entirely at Razzy's provocation. Looking at it from that perspective, he was practically Zen now.

'Course, when Razzy barreled into his common room later that afternoon, grabbed him by the arm, and starting talking loudly about their best friend business, Erin realized he should have trusted his instincts and been paranoid as hell.

"I - we're not - what?" he managed, his blue eyes going wide and mouth twisting in confusion. Razzy grinned down at him like the devil himself, the rest of the Slytherins watching for the free entertainment value of seeing someone who'd suddenly grabbed Erin Harper get unceremoniously pounded. They were disappointed; Erin followed as docilely as a lamb.

At least until they gained the entrance to the Slytherin common room and Razzy mentioned his birthday, at which point Erin dug his heels in. As he stopped the muscles in his arm tensed under Razzy's hand, whip-cord thin but strong. "Thank you," he said warily. "Where're we going?"

Erin's confusion was utterly adorable. Razzy's eyes darted away from his partner, watching where he was going and dodging a few students walking into the common room. Razzy excitement was practically bursting from his body. He was quick, jittery, smiling, and his cheeks were flushed a rosy red. Completely unlike Razzy. Of course, Erin had seen that side of Razzy once, maybe twice. The Hufflepuff always had that soft, innocent side to him. One could tell by his youthful face. No matter how sharp his jaw was, or how aggressive his stare was, he had that air to him that screamed feminine and childish. And despite how much of a hard ass he came off to be, anyhow, he would never harm a fly. Unless said fly messed with someone Razzy cared for. Say, Erin, for example.

But Razzy had accidentally made it clear to Erin that he really was soft underneath it all. That childish look in his face wasn't deceiving. He tried his best to not recreate that day in the abandoned classroom... But the closer the two got, the more open and emotional Razzy became.

Erin dug his heels into the ground once they were outside the common room. The Hufflepuff stopped immediately, knowing better than to fight against his partner. Though, he was a bit impatient; who knew how long it would be until someone messed with his setup. But he knew he could continue to coax Erin forward, even if he was angry with him for ignoring the feisty little thing. Razzy always had a trick up his sleeve. He never had to be forceful with Erin, not seriously at least, and usually just had to use the precise words to trigger those feet forward. And those feet were probably as attractive as the rest of Erin's body. Razzy wasn't sure, he had yet to see them. But he was confident in his abilities of telling whether or not someone's feet were attractive.

"Where're we going?"

Luckily, Razzy didn't need to sweet talk Erin that day. He simply smiled and shrugged, gliding his fingers down from Erin's forearm, down to his hand. He locked his fingers around Erin's. He knew the Slytherin would likely push them away, since they were in public, but Razzy didn't care because it was a celebration of Erin's birth and by golly that sure was something Razzy wanted to celebrate. His mother deserved a large kiss on the lips for making such a specimen. Only, Razzy had seen Erin's mother at their dinner party. She wasn't an ugly woman, per se... She just wasn't something Razzy would put his lips near. Ever. He'd assume Erin was adopted if it weren't for the fact that his whole family had those same, sharp cheekbones. Erin's weren't as prominent, but it was still obvious he was his mother's son.

"Just... Somewhere. Don't worry about that, okay?" He smirked, pulling Erin forward once more, "Let's just take a walk. It'll be fun." Every word to ever leave Razzy's mouth made him sound like a predator. He realized this. He didn't mind this. He continued to smile wide with his eyes opened nice and round and his cheeks still rather pinkish. Razzmatazz, if you will.

He pulled him along, outside of the castle and into the courtyard. There were hardly any students outside and the sky was turning dark. The sun was setting, que romantico. The location of his picnic was tucked off, in a small location that connected with the trees and the lake. So, they had to do a bit of walking. Much like when they traveled together to the Astronomy tower that one, fateful night, they didn't speak to each other a whole lot. Razzy remained quiet just out of tension and anxiety. He was still afraid he'd ruin the surprise. But luckily, they got there before he was able to even part his lips...

"Well..." Razzy circled the blanket and faced toward Erin, "Surprise, I suppose. I hope it's not too cheesy." The giant cat kind of added to the cheesy factor. Erin wasn't a teenage girl, he probably wouldn't think of it as a huge, romantic gesture. But Razzy was proud of himself. He accomplished something that day, something he actually planned for a month or two. The fact that Erin was now his boyfriend simply added to the care he put into it. The only thing that could go wrong is if Erin didn't like it. But what wasn't there to like? Food, a stuffed cat, and a whole night to spend with Razzy under the stars.

Well. Maybe he wouldn't like it. But Razzy would.

"We have the whole night, just you and I. Unless you have other plans. And if you have other plans, I won't let you go do those plans because I'm more important," a pause for a cocky smile, "And we also have Astronomy later. But that's not until much later... Even then, I'm willing to skip it for you." And Astronomy was his favorite class. "We'll be under the stars, anyway. We just won't be in a classroom full of people who don't particularly like. So what do you say?" Razzy was counting on Erin to agree to stay with him. But maybe Erin actually valued his education. Who knew. But Razzy was fairly certain that he was much more appealing than learning a planet's alignments.

Contrary to Razzy's expectations, Erin's fingers twitched for a moment against Razzy's own - discomfort, maybe, or surprise - but he didn't pull his hand away. In fact he seemed to be ignoring it in favor of scrutinizing carefully Razzy's expression and explanation (or lack there of) and that if he happened to look down he would of course have no idea how that hand had gotten where it was. He would be so surprised! He might even paste a look of faux innocence on his lying face as he hastily jerked away. "Who, me?" he would surely say. "Allow that? No way, mate."

But his hand stayed.

"Just... Somewhere. Don't worry about that, okay? Let's just take a walk. It'll be fun."

Erin looked deeply skeptical about whatever Razzy had planned being "fun" when said in that tone of voice paired with those big round eyes, but he started walking again, bristling and glowering every time they passed another student in the hallway as if daring said witness to make a comment about their clasped hands. He himself seemed a bit jumpy about the gesture, as if he wasn't entirely sure walking through a Hogwarts hallways holding hands with another boy was what he wanted to do, but since he'd decided to do it - so his attitude implied - he sure wasn't going to let anyone else question him.

Fortunately they got outside quickly enough. There were a few people out here, but not that many; night was falling, and slowly as they walked sunlight died into warm, velvet dusk. He liked being outside, he always did, and his ambling lope at Razzy's side was easy and relaxed, his side glances only curious now, not paranoid.

Erin was at least 86% sure Razzy was taking him to some new undiscovered place to snog when they went through some trees and walked out into what would have been any girl's romantic dream come true, and which only bewildered Erin. A basket of food, a blanket, and a large stuffed cat. It was unusual, to say the least. It wasn't until Razzy started talking all soft and pleased that Erin figured out that this was A.) for him and B.) incredibly sappy and romantic and definitely a couple thing.

This rather blindsided Erin, who - although Razzy could have his rare moments where he was very sweet and treated Erin like some unbearably precious thing (which was disarming in the extreme, to say the least, and highly unfamiliar) - would not have pegged Razzy for the starlit picnic type. Or the type to do couple things. Or for them to have couple things. It was like he thought they were a couple!

....well all right, they technically were. But in Erin's mind couples were two people who went about loving on one another and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears between hand holding and blushing and a bit of illicit groping on the side. And yes, in the last ten minutes Razzy had displayed at least two of those latter three traits, and groping was surely to follow if Erin knew him at all, but it wasn't the same. They sat around talking about girl's boobs and why their families were rotters and sometimes when Razzy was getting too annoying Erin had to threaten to give him a bit of a smack, and that wasn't very lovey-dovey behavior. They didn't talk about their feelings and even though Razzy called him pet names he'd been doing that since day one so it wasn't anything special. Not that Erin wanted a special pet name. He didn't. He was just saying, hanging out with Razzy was like being best mates but with more kissing and squiggly feelings in the pit of his stomach when anybody mentioned love. It wasn't gag-inducing or cheesy.

This was a little cheesy.

But Razzy was watching him and he looked sort of hopeful - that smile was downright demonstrative for being seen on the Hufflepuff's face - so Erin hastily arranged his features into an answering pleased smile.

"It's brilliant," he said encouragingly, before his gaze moved from the basket of food onto the huge stuffed cat. "Er... but what is that?"

Once he'd had a moment to digest this, he could wave away the couple-ness. Even if it was cheesy, it was a pretty cool way to spend the evening. Celebrating his birthday with Razzy, outside, lots of food, skipping class - that part was wicked. He didn't usually make too big of a fuss, but he didn't mind this. That cat, however, was suspicious. Erin had already gotten a stuffed dragon from Hannah for Valentine's; he'd reached his quota for the year for receiving soft toys.

"Don't be an idiot. There's no way I'm going to Astronomy now."

Of course Razzy noticed that Erin made no attempt to yank his hand away. That was the one thing Razzy always watched for with Erin; he made sure he wasn't touching his partner in a way that would cause him to become uncomfortable. An unhappy Erin resulted in an unhappy Razzy. Well, mostly unhappy. Sometimes it was amusing to watch Erin get upset, but it all came down to the reason why he was upset. If Razzy was purposely trying to get his flustered, that was fine. Otherwise... His glanced back at Erin, expression blank, and let his eyes fall to their entwined fingers. He turned before a smile cracked against his cheeks. He didn't want to embarrass Erin, despite how he burst into the Slytherin commons, yelling out flamboyant, empty threats that obviously caused Erin to squirm. But it was best to keep in mind that despite how open Razzy, himself, was, he was also closed off from his family. They knew nothing, except his very distant cousin, Piers or whatever the hell his name was.

Razzy understood why Erin was uncomfortable with their relationship, despite him being the one who asked Razzy, oh so helplessly, to settle his rampaging hormones and stick with Erin and only Erin. Razzy didn't care if people at school knew he was homosexual, considering word never got out to his family. But he understood. Which was why he forced himself to slip his fingers from his partner's and wiped the smile off his face. He had to pull himself together. It was merely a birthday. The more he thought about what he was doing, the more foolish he felt... And Erin was the only breathing being that could ever make him feel as foolish as he did. It was strange how things worked out like that, from Razzy hardly caring about Erin's feelings to him trying to impress the shorter boy just because. He wanted nothing back from Erin. What the hell was wrong with him?

And both of them knew that neither of them were the romantic type. Razzy wanted to make Erin happy, yes, but how the hell was he supposed to know how to make the teenage boy happy without those baggy pants of his at his ankles? Okay. Razzy wasn't that confident in his tactics, but he was truly oblivious to having a relationship. He supposed this was what he was supposed to do, and when he was thinking about it, the thought never occurred to him that he was setting himself up to look like a dork. But now, he felt like a dork. Razzy should have just snogged Erin for a while and given him a cupcake or something small like that. That was more like it. That was much more Razzy-like. But he hadn't thought of that. That would have never dawned on him during his brainstorming for Erin. He was a moron. He felt like he exposed himself once more to Erin as he stood before him, mock confidence flushing his face. That empty, hollow mass inside of him was exposed once more.

Because he brought a basket of roasted chicken on a blanket. What a stupid idea.

It didn't help that Erin looked thoroughly unimpressed. Razzy's smile dwindled into his typically blank expression. Razzy had a mixture of emotions at that moment, which was completely strange. He wanted to leave Erin there. He wanted to punt the stuffed cat into the lake. He wanted to start it all over and just ignore Erin all day rather than celebrate his shitey birthday. He wanted to shake Erin and get him to admit that he liked Razzy's setup and that his tall, deranged boyfriend wasn't a fool. But mostly, he wanted to sit down and do nothing, which was exactly what he did. He stared up at Erin, waiting for his response. If he didn't like it, all well. It was just a joke, that's all it was. Just a joke that Razzy planned for months.

"It's brilliant,"

Razzy watched as Erin's expression attempted to rearrange itself. His head cocked to the side, but he said nothing. But then he spoke... That's bloody right, it was brilliant. Razzy's eyebrows rose, but the rest of his features remained still. "Good," he replied, "I'm glad you think so." Razzy knew Erin better than that. He was having mixed feelings, too. But the beauty of Erin and Razzy was the fact that they could make a situation, even the most awkward situation, humorous and fun. So even if Razzy was a dork, they'd look past it and just enjoy the night. He liked that about them. He liked that about Erin. Razzy stared up at him and almost felt like his cheeks were going to blush again. How stupid. "Well, sit. I didn't set this up for you to stare at it," he told Erin, more so commanded. His impatience was only due to the sickness that rumbled in his chest.

"Er... but what is that?"

That sparked Razzy's smile again. "It's a stuffed cat. A stuffed cat that you will sleep with every night," he paused and cocked his head again, "and you will think of me, yeah? I may not be fluffy and grey, but it will warm up my place until I get there." Razzy was a different level of creepy. Not Trent Travis creepy, because girls still wanted Razzy... But he was still creepy.

"Don't be an idiot. There's no way I'm going to Astronomy now."

"That's right," he responded, a strangely cheerful tone escaping his lips. Even if Astronomy was at midnight, Erin was willing to skip it to spend more time with Razzy. That was a special kind of something. Not to mention, that meant Erin was accepting the fact that he wouldn't be leaving Razzy's side for the night. Even if it were just mindless talking together in their classroom. Razzy would be able to sleep that night, possibly. Nothing to haunt him or plague his dreams. He always slept better when he shunned out the world for someone he cared about. He learned that at a young age when he spent time with Eveline. "All night. Just you and me. And that cat that I swear you will love or I'll force you to love it."

Obediently, Erin threw himself at the ground next to Razzy in a gangle of boy-limbs and carelessness, then after a moment dragged the basket towards him to investigate. He opened it, stuck a jelly tart in his mouth with great pleasure, and then kept poking around.

"Ou gon eat shomefing too?" he inquired around a mouthful of sticky jelly, only curiosity in his voice (as much as could be read from his muffled words) instead of his usual vaguely disapproving, threatening tone. Erin was a bit weird when it came to Razzy eating; he'd once held the other boy down and stuffed half a chicken and mushroom pie in his mouth because he suspected Razzy of having consisted only on coffee and smokes for the past two days. Such drastic actions didn't seem to be forthcoming at the moment, fortunately. Erin finished chewing and cleared his throat with some difficulty. "Am I s'posed to be waiting to eat this until later?" Or after cake? Erin wanted the chicken, too. Come to think of it, now that they were here, he was actually pretty hungry.

"It's a stuffed cat. A stuffed cat that you will sleep with every night, and you will think of me, yeah? I may not be fluffy and grey, but it will warm up my place until I get there."

"Hmmm." Erin was deeply skeptical. "I guess it can keep Hannah's dragon company." AKA, it would have to be shrunk down and sacrificed to Cheshire. He'd stick it in the mess of blankets that he'd stuffed in his bottom dresser drawer for her. Merlin, now he practically had a collection of soft toys. Two of 'em made it a group. Experimentally he tried, "Maybe I could ... just have you? Like...." His nose wrinkled. Would Razzy mock him mercilessly unless he kept the thing on his bed? "Maybe you could leave your knickers or something in my bed, is what I'm saying. Instead of the cat. My cat needs a mate, yeah? You wouldn't want her to be lonely, would you?"

Razzy stuck to his guns. Erin made a pathetic little moue. "And that cat that I swear you will love or I'll force you to love it." He pulled it closer and put it pointedly - only a little resignedly - at his side. It was okay for now, since no one else was here.

This really was going to be brilliant, though. Irrationally, the way Razzy phrased it made Erin sort of happy. There wasn't anything they had to do and they'd probably get bored at some point and fall asleep on the ground, and then have to sneak back into the castle at some ungodly hour trying to avoid getting caught all chilled and coated in grass stains - but Erin was still excited. It was silly, but he guessed that was what it was like to be with somebody - doing something sort of stupid, but still being happy about it when it was with them. It was an unfamiliar concept to Erin that he was slowly learning, and slowly coming to enjoy, that there could be a person important enough to care about and who could influence his mood. That there could be someone in the world worth sticking around for, that he wanted to spend all his time with and who could actually make him happy. Happiness was something Erin knew much about, before. Not in this way. It showed in his faint, easy smile, the way he relaxed around Razzy like he didn't around other people. He wouldn't dig through a basket of food like a five-year-old or even touch a stuffed cat around anyone else. It was nice.

Feeling a little pleased, a little goofy, he raised his head and shot Razzy a disarmingly sweet smile. Then he waggled a drumstick in front of his face, and the smile split into a grin.

Erin fell to Razzy's side with ease, much to his delight. He felt much calmer now, sitting with someone he legitimately enjoyed being around in a place that he really didn't mind. He preferred being at Hogwarts than he did home, though he never would admit that out loud. But the way Razzy thought about it... He was much more welcome in school than he was with his family. Evie had always been loving, but Reynaud Chancelier hadn't spoke to his son in a year or two. And lordy knew that Mother was too busy getting tipsy on expensive wine and gossiping about pointless shit with her faceless friends to even acknowledge Razzy was in her presence. And Philip... Well, Philip was a good guy, but Razzy no longer looked up to his brother as he did years before, and therefore felt less close to him. He felt completely pathetic for feeling so secluded from his family, especially since it was a teenage cliche, but... Razzy had been shunned since birth. A mistake child. They ignored him for the fact that he had a hard time expressing his emotions, and that it was considered a disorder and he was a freak. And they thought he had hostile tendencies. They thought he was a mistake. And they didn't even know he was gay yet...

So Razzy felt comfortable at Hogwarts. His dirty laundry lined the walls, yet he was still welcomed in with warm arms every year. Perhaps that was the real reason he hadn't dropped out yet... He wasn't a troublemaker, he didn't have any reasons to be kicked out or punished. Not to mention, now that he had Erin, abandoning the one place he could see his boyfriend every day would be a dumb idea. If Erin stuck with Razzy... If Erin never broke up with him, the two of them could live together in an apartment in London. A crazy thought, hoping to live with Erin one day. It would be strange to even think of them lasting a whole year. But that was just Razzy being hard on himself... He would live with Erin one day. He wasn't the Chancelier heir, so it wouldn't matter if he upped and left them. Hell, if he ever admitted his sexuality to them, they'd kick him right out and he'd be flat broke. But... He would be broke with Erin. And he'd get money... He'd start his own clinic and heal people who couldn't afford to go to an actual hospital. He was a great healer. And, and... He would be with Erin. And maybe... Maybe they could even get married one day...

Married. Not in Razzy's dictionary. Scratch that. Besides, it wasn't legal in England. Canada, however... Razzy had family in Quebec... No. That was too far of a stretch, Razzy realized how silly he was being now. No more thoughts about the future until he was dead set with Erin. He had such a bad habit of taking things too fast, anyhow. The process of even getting Erin to acknowledge the romantic aspect of their relationship had taken months. Not that Razzy really minded... It was just unusual for him. He usually kissed and bedded the people he liked a lot sooner. Eli, for example...

He leaned in toward Erin, watching over him as he sifted through the food. "Cake last. That's the rule of the Birthday, isn't it? Or has my nanny been lying to me all these years..." The crazy witch, she was out of her mind, she was. Razzy enjoyed the help around the house, of course. Lovely, chatty, warm women with pleasant smiles and very wise with age. They once had a male helper, but he scared Mother one day by appearing behind her shower curtain with a towel... When she could have sworn she locked the doors to the bathroom. As gorgeous as Mother was, she was rather full of herself when she fired him... Cocky and drinking her wine and staring at Father with an air that reeked of arrogance and narcissism. And they wondered where Razzy got his ego. Father hadn't cared at all, or perhaps he hadn't noticed. Though he was extra cheeky with Mother around that time. He was sure he heard Philip gag at one point during their flirting. Philip could have even gotten away with calling them disgusting if he had wanted. The heir to the Chancelier name. To the fortune and the business and the screw Philip, he wasn't so great.

"I'll eat in a bit. Not very hungry right now, you know?" Erin knew Razzy better than that, but he could still play it off a bit. If Razzy gave in every time Erin offered him food, he would become chunky. He didn't want that. Despite how often he exercised and maintained his physique, he felt like he would plump out if he ate any more than he did. Call him anorexic... That was the downside to being a hypochondriac. Only in this case, he was more so... Denying it. He always denied the stuff he actually had. One of Razzy's many problems. What a character.

"Maybe I could ... just have you? Like...."

Razzy rose a brow, "If the cat would be in your bed, you would be keeping it company," he paused, "but fine. I suppose I could just sleep in your bed instead of my cat. I see why you'd be embarrassed. Maybe I should just take it back and get a refund and then you won't have to be so uncomfortable with it, hm?" He was joking, of course. He knew fully well how silly the cat was, but he didn't care what Erin did with it at all, "You can have a pair of my knickers--" a strange word to come out of the Frenchman's mouth, "-- but you'll have to obtain them first. Good luck with that." Because Razzy was just oh so hard to undress. But a devilish smile cracked across his lips. He was serious, however. He wouldn't mind sleeping in Erin's bed, himself... But that was all he really expected from him. Nothing more. Razzy didn't sleep in how own bed. He always needed something or someone to calm him and ease him into sleep. Sometimes Theo helped him by snuggling up against his chest, but... Erin...

He was probably just teasing the Hufflepuff. But still...

Razzy wouldn't mind lazing about all night with Erin. He didn't care if they woke up in the middle of the night and sneaked back into the castle. He didn't care if they actually just slept there all night. Of course, if they were caught, they'd be in deep shit... But Razzy didn't care. And he had a very pleasant feeling that Erin didn't care, either. The Slytherin waved a drumstick in Razzy's face, enticing him to eat. Erin was forceful when Razzy didn't give in... He took the chicken without any further hesitation and his eyes flicked back to Erin. He realized this was probably one of the happiest moments of his life, as sad as that sounded.

"Okay. I'll eat. Just promise me there'll be dessert when I'm done..." and he wasn't talking about the cake. He considered biting into the leg and smirked, innocently, at Erin. Whether he caught onto Razzy's innuendos or not, Erin generally paid no mind to them. Razzy used to think that Erin was just slow, but he always caught on to the small amount of panic Erin felt every time Razzy said something unpleasant. He was getting used to Razzy, though. Good.

Razzy leaned in to kiss Erin's cheek before tearing into his drumstick, "Happeh Birfday," he told him. He was taught never to speak with his mouth full, but what exactly did Erin care?