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Lexers · 09-19-2010, 10:33 AM

SPOILER!!: Kitkat

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Originally Posted by noodles

Why was she stressing over her cookies? Oliver couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at the corner's of his lips. “They're perfect, Cam.” He assured her. “Look, just stop stressing, 'kay? I'm not going to do anything silly... and if I do, you have my permission to hex me. I'm sure you wouldn't want me running off into the Willow would you?” He teased her. Man.. she was on edge.

Always so insecure. “They're cookies.” He said flatly. “I don't like (airquotes) fancyschmancy.” Like, seriously. How could she take what he said so literally that it turned into a put down?

Haha! He smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. “Well.. I wandered into the kitchen, gave them a smile and asked very nicely if they could pretty please make me a sandwich. When they were busy doing that, I swiped the cake. I think it was meant for the champions press conference.” he snickered wickedly. “There were dozens of them though. I don't think one will be missed.” heh. Bad!Snake!Boy.

He laughed at her words, drawing her into a hug. “Yeah.. I totally go for fat squishy chicks.” He said with soft sarcasm.

He frowned a little, pulling back. He knew how she hated attention. He didn't used to understand it, but he was starting to learn just how Cameron's brain worked. He took her hand into his, long thin spidery fingers weaving around her small delicate fingers. “I know. You just have to get through this... and then the fun will begin.”

But the gentleness of that moment was gone a second later when he teased her and she poked him in response. He laughed jovially. “Your not one of these weirdos who reckons part of your soul is destroyed when you pose for a snap, right?” hehe. But... not everyone could look good in a photo. Oliver wasn't exactly photogenic either what with the erratic hair and lopsided, mischievous smirk... and his eyes ALWAYS went red when the flash went off. He managed to look rather demonic in photographs.

He fell into rare silence and merely listened to Cameron as she began to open up to him. Now this he did understand. It was like with Quidditch last year. So many expectations.. and Oliver had failed. Second place was good but it wasn't the cup his team deserved. He'd failed them.. and his house. And yet, he'd not received any criticism for it - he was still loved by the same people. “Your friends love you, Cam. We're all supporting you no matter what. Sure, we want you to do well.. but if you fail it doesn't matter. It's jus' a game – like Quidditch. The only thing we'll feel if you fail is sorrow.. for you. No one is judging you for this..”

He sighed softly. Boy did he love this little chikka despite her insecurities. Hell, they probably strengthened his feelings for her. If she was egotistical, loud, brash, self confident, Oliver was sure he wouldn't have fallen for her. “Maybe you wanted to prove something to yourself?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow. “...And you were selected for a reason. Jus' proves you ARE perfectly capable.”

And then he was in her arms and he giggled a little. “Same here. I sucked at Maths at my muggle school too.” He mirrored her face pulling and smirked. “So what's it to be frst? Wanna practice some duelling?”

Purrrrfect. Were not. The redhead pouted at his blatant lie. He was doing it to shut her up. She frowned as he continued but let the matter go. She would stop stressing. Hmph. "I don't know.. I reckon it'd be pretty funny." *grin* Watching Oliver battle against a the killer!tree? Hillllarious.

So what if they were cookies? The Gryffindor was just about to retort - tell him that if they were BAD he could just TELL her when he spoke. 'I don't like fancyshmancy' She watched his airquotes and felt distinctly that that comment could be taken as more than just the current cookie theme. Oliver didn't like fancyshmancy overall. Her frown deepened. Was that to say that she was just plain and boring? The unfancy choice? The.. plain old choc-chip cookie over the soufflee? Over the Brody?

She glanced away. That sort of stung and they hadn't even been talking about that.

Those elves were mean! She pouted. They never did that for her unless she begged and it was just easy to get it and make it herself. The Press Conference? She blanched. "And yet they're STILL nice to you.." She mumbled. The elves always glared at her when SHE came to the kitchens. Granted.. she always did leave a mess but still..
Rolling her eyes, she poked him. "You're meant to be setting an example, Mister Headboy. What kind of an impression are you leaving on the poor innocent, impressionable firsties?" She grinned. None at all.

It would've gone over her head, really. But she had a giant chocklit cake sitting infront of her. She mumbled into his shirt, "You do say I'm squishy.." All those calories. Suddenly didn't seem so appealing.

Attention. Ah, drats. Complaining about it would'nt exactly solve her problem. She still had to go to the conference in the afternoon and there was still three almost impossible tasks to do before the tournament was over. She stared at him, wonderingly as his fingers linked through her's. When did he become so smart? She kissed his forehead lightly. "I trust you." Hopefully he'd be right..

Soul? Umm.. "" Was pretty much her facial expression. "No. Do you actually know anyone who thinks that, Oliver?" Because that was mighty weird. Probably some weirdo muggle cult. Muggles were mighty weird. "I just don't like being in them." It was embarassing. Especially when people asked you to 'pose'. The girl always had this unsupressable urge to pull a really horrible face just to spite them.

She didn't like these conversations. Like in the Alley? She didn't like giving so much away. Once people got under the 'crazy' surface they would realise just how crazy she was. There was a level of understanding Cameron didn't want people to breach. Oliver it seemed was finding his way around THAT particular barrier.
There was nothing she could say, he hadn't soothed her insecurities and heightened her self-esteem. No one could do that but he was trying. "Promise you won't hate me if I get killed?" She joked. But she realised it was a stupid, stupid thing to say.

And then bang. He knew, knew, why she'd done it. She stared at him. Since when had he become so good at this? "It was," She whispered. But she'd wanted to prove it to herself. Now, the whole school was watching. "Yeah." If she put her mind to it, she could do it. Right? Yes.

He was such a child. He giggled and she pulled back, laughing. "Oliverrrrrrrr, that's no good. ONE of us is supposed to be good at counting, budgeting, shizzbang." She grinned. Hey, at least it'd be fun. She burst into laughter at the face he pulled. "Is that what I look like?" She said through giggles. "Babe, stop. The wind might change direction and you could be eternally stuck looking like a prune." *SNORT*
Duelling? Her laughter sobered and her eyes grew large. "But.. I thought we weren't allowed to duel other students outside of teacher supervision?'

....

0_______o

Oh man. She had NOT just said that. *facepalm*

09-19-2010, 10:33 AM	#244 (permalink)
Lexers Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: GMT +10 Posts: 7,484 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lucas L. Rodemiere Third Year x3	SPOILER!!: Kitkat Quote: Originally Posted by noodles Why was she stressing over her cookies? Oliver couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at the corner's of his lips. “They're perfect, Cam.” He assured her. “Look, just stop stressing, 'kay? I'm not going to do anything silly... and if I do, you have my permission to hex me. I'm sure you wouldn't want me running off into the Willow would you?” He teased her. Man.. she was on edge. Always so insecure. “They're cookies.” He said flatly. “I don't like (airquotes) fancyschmancy.” Like, seriously. How could she take what he said so literally that it turned into a put down? Haha! He smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. “Well.. I wandered into the kitchen, gave them a smile and asked very nicely if they could pretty please make me a sandwich. When they were busy doing that, I swiped the cake. I think it was meant for the champions press conference.” he snickered wickedly. “There were dozens of them though. I don't think one will be missed.” heh. Bad!Snake!Boy. He laughed at her words, drawing her into a hug. “Yeah.. I totally go for fat squishy chicks.” He said with soft sarcasm. He frowned a little, pulling back. He knew how she hated attention. He didn't used to understand it, but he was starting to learn just how Cameron's brain worked. He took her hand into his, long thin spidery fingers weaving around her small delicate fingers. “I know. You just have to get through this... and then the fun will begin.” But the gentleness of that moment was gone a second later when he teased her and she poked him in response. He laughed jovially. “Your not one of these weirdos who reckons part of your soul is destroyed when you pose for a snap, right?” hehe. But... not everyone could look good in a photo. Oliver wasn't exactly photogenic either what with the erratic hair and lopsided, mischievous smirk... and his eyes ALWAYS went red when the flash went off. He managed to look rather demonic in photographs. He fell into rare silence and merely listened to Cameron as she began to open up to him. Now this he did understand. It was like with Quidditch last year. So many expectations.. and Oliver had failed. Second place was good but it wasn't the cup his team deserved. He'd failed them.. and his house. And yet, he'd not received any criticism for it - he was still loved by the same people. “Your friends love you, Cam. We're all supporting you no matter what. Sure, we want you to do well.. but if you fail it doesn't matter. It's jus' a game – like Quidditch. The only thing we'll feel if you fail is sorrow.. for you. No one is judging you for this..” He sighed softly. Boy did he love this little chikka despite her insecurities. Hell, they probably strengthened his feelings for her. If she was egotistical, loud, brash, self confident, Oliver was sure he wouldn't have fallen for her. “Maybe you wanted to prove something to yourself?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow. “...And you were selected for a reason. Jus' proves you ARE perfectly capable.” And then he was in her arms and he giggled a little. “Same here. I sucked at Maths at my muggle school too.” He mirrored her face pulling and smirked. “So what's it to be frst? Wanna practice some duelling?” Purrrrfect. Were not. The redhead pouted at his blatant lie. He was doing it to shut her up. She frowned as he continued but let the matter go. She would stop stressing. Hmph. "I don't know.. I reckon it'd be pretty funny." grin Watching Oliver battle against a the killer!tree? Hillllarious. So what if they were cookies? The Gryffindor was just about to retort - tell him that if they were BAD he could just TELL her when he spoke. 'I don't like fancyshmancy' She watched his airquotes and felt distinctly that that comment could be taken as more than just the current cookie theme. Oliver didn't like fancyshmancy overall. Her frown deepened. Was that to say that she was just plain and boring? The unfancy choice? The.. plain old choc-chip cookie over the soufflee? Over the Brody? She glanced away. That sort of stung and they hadn't even been talking about that. Those elves were mean! She pouted. They never did that for her unless she begged and it was just easy to get it and make it herself. The Press Conference? She blanched. "And yet they're STILL nice to you.." She mumbled. The elves always glared at her when SHE came to the kitchens. Granted.. she always did leave a mess but still.. Rolling her eyes, she poked him. "You're meant to be setting an example, Mister Headboy. What kind of an impression are you leaving on the poor innocent, impressionable firsties?" She grinned. None at all. It would've gone over her head, really. But she had a giant chocklit cake sitting infront of her. She mumbled into his shirt, "You do say I'm squishy.." All those calories. Suddenly didn't seem so appealing. Attention. Ah, drats. Complaining about it would'nt exactly solve her problem. She still had to go to the conference in the afternoon and there was still three almost impossible tasks to do before the tournament was over. She stared at him, wonderingly as his fingers linked through her's. When did he become so smart? She kissed his forehead lightly. "I trust you." Hopefully he'd be right.. Soul? Umm.. "" Was pretty much her facial expression. *"No. Do you actually know* anyone who thinks that, Oliver?" Because that was mighty weird. Probably some weirdo muggle cult. Muggles were mighty weird. "I just don't like being in them." It was embarassing. Especially when people asked you to 'pose'. The girl always had this unsupressable urge to pull a really horrible face just to spite them. She didn't like these conversations. Like in the Alley? She didn't like giving so much away. Once people got under the 'crazy' surface they would realise just how crazy she was. There was a level of understanding Cameron didn't want people to breach. Oliver it seemed was finding his way around THAT particular barrier. There was nothing she could say, he hadn't soothed her insecurities and heightened her self-esteem. No one could do that but he was trying. "Promise you won't hate me if I get killed?"** She joked. But she realised it was a stupid, stupid thing to say. And then bang. He knew, knew, why she'd done it. She stared at him. Since when had he become so good at this? "It was," She whispered. But she'd wanted to prove it to herself. Now, the whole school was watching. "Yeah." If she put her mind to it, she could do it. Right? Yes. He was such a child. He giggled and she pulled back, laughing. "Oliverrrrrrrr, that's no good. ONE of us is supposed to be good at counting, budgeting, shizzbang." She grinned. Hey, at least it'd be fun. She burst into laughter at the face he pulled. "Is that what I look like?" She said through giggles. "Babe, stop. The wind might change direction and you could be eternally stuck looking like a prune." SNORT Duelling? Her laughter sobered and her eyes grew large. "But.. I thought we weren't allowed to duel other students outside of teacher supervision?' .... 0_______o Oh man. She had NOT just said that. facepalm __________________ Captain Awesome?_________________________________ _________________________________.....Fidget works too.