The landing with Keefe was a little rough, but that’s what he deserved for stealing her match list. It was, however, inopportune for Sophie too, as they landed in a tangle of limbs on her bed. In her room. Without supervision. Sophie rolled off of Keefe, who was still groaning from her teleporting and ending up on top of him. “You know Foster,” Keefe wheezed while moving to the upright position, “I always knew you would end up on me in this bed.”. In response Sophie flicked his ear, Keefe just smiled and kissed her lightly. “We have to get down stairs,” Sophie whispered, “If we aren’t both ready to open our lists in ten minutes I will open mine without you.” Keefe sprung out of the bed and pulled Sophie along with him. They were racing down stairs, giggling, and fingers intertwined till they reach the living room. The pair were just about to make it to the door when Grady blocks them. He starts bombarding them with questions like “When did you get back?”, “What were you doing up there?”, “Have you opened your lists yet?”, thought that last question was from Sophie’s mom Edaline. Edaline swept her loosely curled auburn hair over her shoulders as she exclaimed “Sorry for barging in to your interrogation,” she dusted her hands on the apron covering a knee length sundress, “but, I know how impatient Sophie and Keefe are and we don’t want to keep them waiting. We can finish questions, when they get back, with a nice plate of fresh mallowmelt.” A slow grin spreads across Keefe’s face as he and Sophie nod in agreement. They walk to the door and Keefe holds it open for her softly saying “after you,” and winking, Sophie rolled her eyes and walked through the door. She grabbed Keefe’s hand and they take off running across the open field. When they make it to the break it the trees the two start walking along the trail till Sophie trips over a tree root. Keefe catches her as she falls, while she tries to regain her balance, Keefe pulls her to his chest and whispers, “You fell here again,” he chuckles. “I guess I can’t help falling for you,” Sophie replies, hugging Keefe, her face still pressed against his warm chest. She pulls away slowly only to be met with Keefe’s goofy grin staring down at her, “Come on,” Sophie says dragging him through the tree covering into the clearing. It was just as magical as Sophie remembered it, red leaved weeping branches made a dome like shape that shielded them from view. Dew covered grass, decorated with multicolored toadstools came up to Sophie’s ankles. Fire flies illuminated the area, flying around the clearing slowly. Sophie turned taking it all in when she noticed that Keefe had already sat on the grass and patted the spot next to him expectantly. She sat down, shifting so she could look Keefe in the eye when they opened their lists. He handed the list to Sophie and with a nod they both broke the wax seals.
