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weasleytwinsROCK · 07-23-2013, 04:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Fred is awesome

"Without bread, we would have no sandwiches! Or toast! Or, heaven forbid, bread and butter pudding!" A world without bread and butter pudding... Butter pudding just didn't have the same ring to it, and he doubted he could eat that. He liked butter on things, but not plain butter. That was somewhere he just wasn't going to go. "Well, we'd die without food! I'm grateful it's here!" He laughed, before nodding seriously. "Of course I'm a man! Dude, seventeen! I count sixteen as a man, therefore I am a man." That was his logic, anyway. In America, you were practically an adult at sixteen, so there was some logic! He'd probably be very ecstatic once he turned eighteen...

Harland nodded. His parents had to take it in turns to teach him, his mother working a night job so she could teach him during the day, his father teaching him on his days off. He reckoned the fact that he was homeschooled had something to do with his behavior now. He was unruly because of the lack of rules. He didn't know exactly how to interact with other people. That was obvious from the whole impersonating a duck incident... He just wanted to make conversation and get bread, and that had been the first thing he'd thought of. "It was pretty cool. But longer hours because they couldn't sit there and mark every single bit of homework..." It had been rather boring, actually. No friends to mess around with, either. "Well, I'm glad we've sorted that out! I would hate to have not realised you were a ghost!"

"There were only two other people in there when I got there, and they scarpered because of the..." He trailed off, knowing he wouldn't have to explain any further. And he didn't really want to, if he was honest. "Plants? Man, we don't get many of them..." He wasn't good with plants. He liked them, sure, but he wasn't any good at looking after them... Most of the ones he owned ended up dying, thanks to him forgetting to water them, usually. When the question was voiced, he threw his arms up in the air. "I don't have the foggiest clue!" He was actually pretty annoyed about that, too. Why were they there? "They were just... There... Three of 'em..." He muttered, before shaking his head. No point in dwelling on the past. "But I guess it was okay." He was pretty sure Harrison wouldn't fall for that, who found Dementors okay? But it would hopefully get them off the topic.

“My goodness,” Harrison laughed softly at his companion, “you really love food. It’s okay, I don’t think the world could ever run out of bread. And if it did, I’m sure you’d find some other food which would be even better. Is it only bread that you love?” He grinned. “I guess... And seventeen is of age... But it’s hard to meet someone who introduces themself as a duck and call them a man straight away, you understand?” He fed the ducks some more bread, watching how easy and lazy their life was, wishing he could escape from the stupid control of school from time to him. “But by your standards, even I’m a man. And I don’t feel like one yet,” he smiled.

Harrison smiled as he watched Harland nod. He didn’t seem to care about what the others thought of him – if he was impersonating ducks to complete strangers. The lack of caring was something he held on to desperately whilst his peers started to flirt mindlessly with every girl in sight. It was sickening, but he really wasn’t interested in girls. It was much easier to sit by a pond and talk to a strange, random boy about ducks and bread. No expectations. “Homework...” he rolled his eyes and sighed. “I really can’t wait to get out of school and actually do something with my life, do you get what I mean?” He asked. He was a little jealous of Harland’s life at home – no having to make friends with people he wasn’t too keen on, and no overly organised systems. “I just don’t like systems...” He shrugged, “organised sports or school or beliefs just seem fake and forced to me. “ Harland had probably got bored and wouldn’t listened, but venting his feelings even just like this helped, somehow.

“Woah...” He nodded, wondering what on earth had happened. “Yeah, plants. I just kind of like them... They don’t have to follow a freaking system or set of rules. They’re cool, plants,” he said, before laughing sheepishly at how stupid he sounded, “sorry, I sound so strange. But, anyway, Dementors... They’re not okay... I’m not surprised there were only two other people.”

07-23-2013, 04:26 PM	#254 (permalink)
weasleytwinsROCK Chizpurfle Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Gloucester, England Posts: 10,983 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harrison Adam Butler Sixth Year	Remus Lupin ♥ Moony ♥ Loopy Lupin Quote: Originally Posted by Fred is awesome "Without bread, we would have no sandwiches! Or toast! Or, heaven forbid, bread and butter pudding!" A world without bread and butter pudding... Butter pudding just didn't have the same ring to it, and he doubted he could eat that. He liked butter on things, but not plain butter. That was somewhere he just wasn't going to go. "Well, we'd die without food! I'm grateful it's here!" He laughed, before nodding seriously. "Of course I'm a man! Dude, seventeen! I count sixteen as a man, therefore I am a man." That was his logic, anyway. In America, you were practically an adult at sixteen, so there was some logic! He'd probably be very ecstatic once he turned eighteen... Harland nodded. His parents had to take it in turns to teach him, his mother working a night job so she could teach him during the day, his father teaching him on his days off. He reckoned the fact that he was homeschooled had something to do with his behavior now. He was unruly because of the lack of rules. He didn't know exactly how to interact with other people. That was obvious from the whole impersonating a duck incident... He just wanted to make conversation and get bread, and that had been the first thing he'd thought of. "It was pretty cool. But longer hours because they couldn't sit there and mark every single bit of homework..." It had been rather boring, actually. No friends to mess around with, either. "Well, I'm glad we've sorted that out! I would hate to have not realised you were a ghost!" "There were only two other people in there when I got there, and they scarpered because of the..." He trailed off, knowing he wouldn't have to explain any further. And he didn't really want to, if he was honest. "Plants? Man, we don't get many of them..." He wasn't good with plants. He liked them, sure, but he wasn't any good at looking after them... Most of the ones he owned ended up dying, thanks to him forgetting to water them, usually. When the question was voiced, he threw his arms up in the air. "I don't have the foggiest clue!" He was actually pretty annoyed about that, too. Why were they there? "They were just... There... Three of 'em..." He muttered, before shaking his head. No point in dwelling on the past. "But I guess it was okay." He was pretty sure Harrison wouldn't fall for that, who found Dementors okay? But it would hopefully get them off the topic. “My goodness,” Harrison laughed softly at his companion, “you really love food. It’s okay, I don’t think the world could ever run out of bread. And if it did, I’m sure you’d find some other food which would be even better. Is it only bread that you love?” He grinned. “I guess... And seventeen is of age... But it’s hard to meet someone who introduces themself as a duck and call them a man straight away, you understand?” He fed the ducks some more bread, watching how easy and lazy their life was, wishing he could escape from the stupid control of school from time to him. “But by your standards, even I’m a man. And I don’t feel like one yet,” he smiled. Harrison smiled as he watched Harland nod. He didn’t seem to care about what the others thought of him – if he was impersonating ducks to complete strangers. The lack of caring was something he held on to desperately whilst his peers started to flirt mindlessly with every girl in sight. It was sickening, but he really wasn’t interested in girls. It was much easier to sit by a pond and talk to a strange, random boy about ducks and bread. No expectations. “Homework...” he rolled his eyes and sighed. “I really can’t wait to get out of school and actually do something with my life, do you get what I mean?” He asked. He was a little jealous of Harland’s life at home – no having to make friends with people he wasn’t too keen on, and no overly organised systems. “I just don’t like systems...” He shrugged, “organised sports or school or beliefs just seem fake and forced to me. “ Harland had probably got bored and wouldn’t listened, but venting his feelings even just like this helped, somehow. “Woah...” He nodded, wondering what on earth had happened. “Yeah, plants. I just kind of like them... They don’t have to follow a freaking system or set of rules. They’re cool, plants,” he said, before laughing sheepishly at how stupid he sounded, “sorry, I sound so strange. But, anyway, Dementors... They’re not okay... I’m not surprised there were only two other people.” __________________ Skiving Snackbox? A Headless Hat? Only one place you can get all that... Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Pranking just got professional...