Okay let's try an update today since SS is being majorly slow and it's probably some stupid movie pics. At this rate they'll post the whole *insert evilness here* movie and I'll just print them out at the school and if you flip them fast enough you'll have seen the whole movie without sound. Like a flip book. 
Seriously, it's not that far away...I want the movie not more stupid, bloody pics. *sighs* Whatever. No one listens to me anyways. *pouts*
Okay, so I have to psyche myself up...want this to be a happy post...even if I can't chat.
*thinking whimsical thoughts* And remember...nothing truly matters.
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Chapter Two: The Whimsy of Being Angry...(T:Why? O: Because I bloody well feel like it! T: :evillaugh You're finally coming to the dark side... O: Oh shut it bear!)
Ruben woke up early in the morning, before the other boys had had a chance to get up, earlier than the birds really whose incessant songs were missing, and before the sun, as the sky was still dark and cloudy in the predawn light. He was trying to avoid Ottery, trying to clear up his mind, and trying very hard not to be angry at the boy for having just up and disappeared when he had. Ruben had been worried for the longest time that Ottery had been kidnapped by the
witchhunters, that he had been caught by the Gestapo, or the Fascits, Ottery had always had a fascination with the idea of absolute power, and Ruben would not put it past him to go and join Mussolini's army. The boy just could not look at anything seriously, he could not look at anything objectively, for all their experiences, for all their maturity, Otts really was just the same little boy he had known in Mexico. Ruben grabbed his cloak and with an extravagant swirl tied it around his neck.
"Where you goin'?" A bleary eyed David asked, as he rose up in his bed. His
"Never you mind, just go back to bed," Ruben said. It had fallen on his shoulders to carry the burden of the responsabilities.
It was then he noticed the prone figure of Ottery lying face down next to David, over the covers of course (
T: You're a sly one Otts O: Shut Up! It wasn't like that at all.) David smiled weakly through his drowsiness, he didn't need to explain, they were both very familiar with Ottery's nightmares. They would come unexpectedly and plagued him with restless sleep. His teddy bear lay on the floor next to David's bed where it had fallen.
"You'd think he would have outgrown this by now," Ruben replied and walked out of the room angrily.
David ran his hands through Ottery's hair and sat back on the bed watching him sleep. He mumbled in his sleep, the boy wasn't very good at keeping secrets.
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"Nice of you to join us Mel," Ottery said sarcastically, as he spotted a yawning Melissa, dragging her book bag behind her. She dropped the strap of her bag and sat down across from him, yawning widely at him. "Minty fresh, thank god for that at least."
David smacked Ottery on the arm (
T: Manners Ottery, manners. *Teddy burps*
O: Yes Ms. Ettiquette) and tried to give him an angry look, but to Ottery he looked rather cute trying to pout with a slice of buttered toast hanging from his mouth. Besides which David could never be angry only annoyed and even if he had been Ottery was too happy to be back with him to notice. So the dark haired boy merely smiled back happily as he took a bite out of his toast and went back to picking on Mel.
"So sleepyhead, you reconsidered joining the squad?" Ottery asked. "If you do you know, you'll have to go through this whole hazing thing tar, and feathers, and chicken livers and goldfish and stuff. Gotta do everything we say and all that and after that
if you do get in there's the initiation...it isn't all fun and games you know?" He smiled evilly as he finished, "At least not for you."
Melissa took a long whiff of the steaming cup of coffee she was holding and smiled at Ottery, it seemed to him that when she opened her eyes that it had been for the first time that day.
"You were saying something otter?" She asked, oblivious to everything he had said before.
"Yeah, how happy I am to see you," he answered sarcastically as he took a bite from his toast. It would be just like her to let a good insult go unheard. "You know, I've got half a mind to..." Before he could finish though David had stuffed a rolled up pancake in his mouth. Ottery turned to look at him.
"We're having pancakes for breakfast. They're your favorites. Want some syrup?" David asked, offering Ottery the jug of strawberry syrup. Ottery smiled in defeat and shook his head. It was really too early in the morning to start the fireworks and it was going to be such a long day anyways, his first day back.
At the far end of the table a redhaired first year, got up giving his friends a, just-wait-and-see kind of look, as they made cutting remarks. He stood up, took a deep breath, straightened his robes and started walking towards them. David noticed him when the redheaded boy sat down across from him, next to Melissa, who had just gotten her copy of the Daily Prophet and was unrolling it. She turned and smiled politely at the boy then started reading her paper. He smiled at Melissa then looked back at his friends who were leering. He had taken her acknowledgement as a good sign. He cleared his throat and Ottery looked up. The boy had the most brilliant head of red hair he had ever seen, and the cutest freckles, but he did not know who he was.
The boy started to pull down the paper and he found Melissa glaring at him. As a general rule Melissa never woke up before her first cup of coffee and when she was reading the newspapers--a NY Times, a London Times and a few other Muggle newspapers lay in front her--you did not speak to her on pain of having your head bit off.
"Yes what is it?" She snapped. She had been expecting Ottery. (
T: 
O: We had a special kind of relationship...*pouts*)
"I though you should know...Heaven must be missing an angel...because there's one here right now."
Melissa blinked at him. It had been the last thing she expected. Ottery snorted his milk through his nose, while David next to him smiled at the first years audacity.
"That's nice loves, but Germany's invading France, if you haven't heard. That's a little more pressing news to me. Ottery wipe your face," she said throwing the dark haired boy a gold cloth napkin, to stop him from laughing more than because she cared what he looked like covered in milk.
"I'm Oli Weasley," the first year said undaunted, "and you're Melissa Manchester."
"Looks like you've got an admirer," David said, but quieted at Melissa's nasty glare.
"Mel? An admirer? Impossible." Ottery interjected as he wiped his face, "He probably wants to sign up for the quidditch team, you're a bit little aren't you, Oli?"
"Heeeeeeeeeeeey!" Mel complained having not missed Ottery's remark.
"No use asking your name," Oli replied. "The King Class Clown himself."
"My reputation prceeds me." Ottery said jokingly to David.
"Goofball," the boy said under his breath as he turned away. He took Melissa's hands in his.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey!" Melissa said, surprised (
T: Expecting Ottery was she? O: I'm going to kill you bear ).
"I love you," the little boy said, winking up at her, "Just thought you ought to know."
"Okay, I think I've had my fill of romance for today," Ottery said as he got up to leave.
"Otts, don't you dare," Mel threatened. "Don't leave me here with the midget."
"David and I have to...uhm talk," Ottery said as he pulled his friend up off his chair. "C'mon."
They walked out and left Melissa and her suitor together.
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" David asked.
Ottery grinned mischievously, and shrugged. Getting revenge on Melissa was definately going to be a fun thing.