 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Mr. Grumpy Pants! teehee <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter 
Of course, Paul wasn't alone. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted the familiar figure carrying a pink bundle of fur. No matter how hard he tried last year to ditch and persuade Idris to leave him be. There was no stopping it, especially with those claws of little Nesquik. So he would just let them follow him and maybe they'll find someone else to follow over time. That's how everyone was with him and he accepted that as fact and wasn't going to rock the boat with that.
Paul rolled his eyes at the comment, "And you'd think someone that acted all sweet wouldn't keep following such a sour person around." He scowled, before feeling the familiar fuzz against his ankles. Not looking to see the Nesquik bundled by his ankles, he was briefly reminded of his rabbit Donut back at home. He couldn't bring them to Hogwarts, unfortunately. ".... I was just looking for a snack to go with a Nesquik drink." Turning, the scowl on his face dropped entirely to look at Idris. "Did you want something from here?"
There was definitely no stopping Id.
Something about Paul, perhaps the way he lashed out at others, made Id sure that the decision to keep him company had been the right one. In the Gryffindor’s mind, his actions just meant that the Hufflepuff needed a strong friendship. Plus it helped that Idris was immune to Paul’s sarcastic and rude comments. So, no… there was no way that he would abandon his friend for such pettiness.
“Acted?” Idris’ smile widened as he felt a sassy comment that Paul usually activated coming forth. “After knowing me for all these years, you think my sweetness is an act?” He giggled, because being sassy with Paul was fun and because of Paul’s scowl. Though that scowl fell away soon enough. Id was used to that: Paul being rude at first but then mellowing out for a bit before the cycle repeated. “Not really,’’ he replied. “But I could go for a Nesquik drink too.” Id would never refuse one of those! “Want me to help you pick something out?
Meanwhile, kneazle Nesquik who felt quite outraged at being ignored by Paul, broke out his little fangs and made quite the dramatic effort of sinking them into the hooman’s ankle. |