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"Ok," said Lucille. "come sit," she said and made a space for them both on the Huffie table. She hadnt eated a propper meal seeing as she had been busy buzzing around the tables. Well, unless you counted Chaucer's potato..
"I've asked on the Ravenclaw table if anyone has seen Edem," she said, " but no one has. No one really seemed to know who he was - funny, seeing as they're in his house. Except for one girl, who -oddly enough- seemed a little obsessed with cheese. Kept calling him Edam." Lucille snorted and took a sip from a goblet in fron of her.
Waz sat down next to Lucille and started eating a chicken on the bone which was staring at him! ''mmm food'' He loved chicken.. well he loved everything to be honest..
''Oo.. might sound bad.. buh.. i dont think his coming back'' he didn't wanna make Lucille more upset than she already was.. but it seemed a bit weird that know one had seem him.. ''Maybe his moved? or.. taking this term out?'' Thinking back to Kevin.. he was taking this term out..
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Miranda couldn't help but grin at the excitement of the girl. But she was talking like she had never been here before, specially when she wanted to see the castle during the day?? "Oh, you mean you haven't been here before? Is this your first year?"Another transfer student! Oh, the excitement! "Well, we're happy to have another Badger with us!"
Ahaaaa! Seee, this kid really did want to play! "Really? That makes me happy to hear!" And she wanted to play Keeper or Chaser. Miranda tried to seize her up, as discreetly as possible, and noticed that the girl seemed pretty strong. "That would be awesome." She remembered playing Keeper...Ick!"I'm a Chaser...have been playing the same position since my first year." At this she beamed proudly with a small smile. "Though, I did play Keeper during a match, but found it was more fun flying around. Hehe." Oh Merlin how she loved the speed.
"Yeah. I'm a third year. My family moved overseas just a few years before I was meant to start at Hogwarts. My parents thought about sending me to live with my uncle in Surrey, so that I could come to school here, but I didn't want to leave my family, you know? Do you get a lot of transfers?" Evelyn wondered. If there were others, then maybe they would be good people for her to talk to. It would be nice to have some friends closer to my age...
Evelyn finished the rest of her delicious shepherds pie in three bites as she listened to Miranda talk about the Quidditch team. She's a Chaser. Cool!"I love playing Chaser, too. It's so much fun. But I like playing Keeper as well. And I have the most experience as a Keeper."'Experience'? She would laugh at your idea of 'experience'."When are the tryouts? How many people usually come? What do I have to do?" Evelyn asked Miranda all three questions at once, almost urgently, shutting up her thoughts of doubt. I may not be the best at competitive sports in my family, but I'm a better flyer than my mum and my brother, and they were both on the Gryffindor team when they came here. And even if I don't get on the team this year, I have four more years to keep trying!
Wesley was getting used to hugs. Slowly, they were no longer catching her by surprise. They were starting to feel just as good as they had before...Olivanders. And she was also coming to realize, as she had been for 2 years now, that Sarah was a very, very wise person.
Wesley was already starting to feel calmer, maybe the long process of relocating was finally starting to hit her, and she nodded. "Right. We're Hufflepuffs, and Hufflepuffs are hardworking." Because somehow, in Wesley's mind, hardworking equalled strength.
"Same to you. If you feel like crying, you find me. I have hankies."
Though it felt so good to just sit there, something was tickling the back of her mind. "But...Sarah, I don't understand, how are they still close?" Unless...? Oh dear. "You don't mean somebody evanescoed them?" The Hufflepuff pulled away. Hands still clutching the tissues, Wesley managed to still grab on to her robes, right in front of her stomach; Poor Mariel- how awful it must be to be in Wesley's kidney. "Then we've got to get them back, we've got to unvanish them!" Eyes wide, she pulled at her robes, "Sarah, it is not fun to be part of everything!" Wesley did not know this for a fact, but she could imagine.
"I know you do," she laughed, squeezing her friends shoulder with her hand. "You gave me plenty of them last term, for which I will be forever grateful."
There was that face again.The face that Wesley pulled when she was thinking of something.And getting worried by something.Sarah braced herself, but she couldn't have guessed that it would be....what it was. "Evanesco'ed?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.Still close...why was Wesley clutching her stomach? Oh no, she didn't think that -- She did. "Wesley, no no.That's not what I meant!" Sarah unhooked herself from her friend and waved her arms in front of her. "I mean...you still have you memories of them.If you miss them, just think about them and it will seem like they are still here."Oh lordy, she hoped that made more sense, and Wesley didn't get the wrong end of the stick again.She really couldn't think of another way to explain what she meant.
SPOILER!!: Darn you and your posts! Claudia and Potato Boy ;)
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Originally Posted by noodles
The RODENT THING!? Oh good god, that had been a genuine mistake. And it was AAAGES ago. They had been getting along swimmingly ever since. Oliver's eyes narrowed at Miranda. Was she sure she wasn't a snake? Did the hat ever get it wrong? Pfft.. It seemed to know everything about Oliver – except that selfish part – that was totally uncool.
Oh, and untrue.
The flicking was driving him insane. He wasn't sure which was worse out of that or the poking. He battered her hand away with his hand. “Stoppit.” He pleaded once again. Urgh.. he could just reach out and slap her face but – NO. urgh.
He should have been grateful when the prefect came along to put a stop to this at last. And he did breathe an inward sigh of relief. He flinched as Miranda, and he was sure it was deliberate, flicked food in his direction with a wave of her hand. Guh!
Oliver looked up at the prefect, polishing the invisible halo above his head. “I didn't call her a rodent.” He replied. Well it was true. Not until she attacked him anyway – THAT WAS NOT WHAT HAD STARTED THIS! He looked up at the house banner from his sitting position on the floor. “I thought that was a rodent on your house banner there and SHE...!” He jabbed a finger at Miranda. “..thought I was mocking the house of Hufflepuff. As if I would do that.” He said sounding very offended by this accusation.
Still... Hufflepuff – he was never going to get used to that silly name. Hehehehe.
He adopted a very innocent facial expression especially for the prefect. Aww.. he was cute. Was he cute? Yeah.. he was. Like an innocent ickle angel. Ahem. He took her hand and managed to get to his feet without falling back down this time. “Thank you.” He said politely and brushed at his potato covered robes. Fat lot of good that did.
Mental? Oliver was not mental. His mouth turned downwards. “I'm... I'm 15.” He replied looking down at the food covered floor. Apologise!? Oh gawd – not this again! He looked at Miranda, his eyes narrowing. SHE could go first cos SHE caused this. Hmph. He gestured politely to her with his hand as if as if allowing her through a door before him – the gesture said 'after you'. He did, however, look around him at the gathered Hufflepuffs and said what sounded like a very genuine 'sorry' to them.
“Urm..” His name? “I'm Oliver Greenwood.” He bowed his head slightly. Yeah.. he could be respectful even if wasn't completely genuine. He nodded and gulped. “Sorry.” He mumbled to the prefect. He didn't want to get into trouble on his first day at the school. Guh.
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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd
She almost started to slap-fight with Oliver when HE slapped her hand away. BUT there was a Prefect there...so.... Uh oh. Miranda's lower lip jutted out a little as she scrunched up her face in SHAME. Her hair was still rather dishevelled and with her smeared hands, she tried arranging it to look okay. But it was sticky and...bleh! "But-" Her mouth opened to protest, but Sarah had begun to reprimand Oliver aswell and was cut off. HE DID TOOO CALL ME A RODENT!
She made a sound as her jaw snapped shut, wanting to scare him off into thinking she was going to bite his jabbing finger off. "Hey, you said Hufflepuff's were SMELLY and had LITTLE FEET!" And something else she couldn't quite remember right now... Guh!
And she HELPED HIM OFF THE FLOOOR! GASP! Allright...she was a Prefect afterall, she had to do that stuff. Help and all that. Both of them were mental...hehehe. Miranda looked at the Prefect with a little smile. She knew Sarah had to be stern, but also that this was a little funny anyway. How old was she?"Fifteen..." she said in a low voice, echoing Oliver.
APOLOGIZE!? A look of shock came over Miranda's features. With a look of disgust, she turned to Oliver who was narrowing her eyes at her. HOW DARE HE NARROW HIS EYES AT ME! And what the hell was that!? Did he actually think she was going first? Nuh-huh! No way. No sir, Mr Potato Head. You can go and-
Sigh. Fine! Beeeee the better person and do it. But she would not make it seem like he had won. "I'm sourry for..."...putting you in your place..."...poking you." There. She wasn't sorry for that, which is why she said 'sourry' instead of correctly saying 'sorry'. Hehehe.
"Sorry everyone!" She said, turning around with a grimace, actually bowing a little. She was a Captain, she had to say something else, more mature and responsible. "And eeeh... Do as we say, NOT as we do!" A finger waggled in the air, as she looked at the people around the tables. Oh please please please don't take my badge.
Her eyes narrowed at the boy when Sarah was talking to him about leaving the Hufflepuff table. See, if he had done that in the first place, none of this mess would be here!
Eeek! Inform a Professor! No! NO, no no no onoooooooo! She might have gasped, but regained control of herself quickly, not wanting to let Livvy here know she was freaking out at that part. "Yes, ofcourse. Thanks, Sarah. Sorry for the mess...We'll clean it up." Smiling apologetically, she then turned to Oliver. "I hope you know how to cast a cleaning charm." Because she wasn't sure how to do that.
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Oliver's jabbing finger fell to his side and he gave Miranda a dirty look when she pretended to bite it. He wouldn't put it past the crazy rodent to really do that. But then, his mouth dropped open at her words! That was a LIIIIIE! Oh she was so not the nice girl he thought she was. “I think you'll find I said badgers were. As in the animal. Not your house. I suggest you clean the potato out of your ears and learn to listen properly.” Sheesus.
His expression darkened. THAT was not an apology. Not a real one. She had done far more than just poked him. Fine. In that case. “I'm sorry.....” You exist? Naw – TOO mean. He sighed. “I'm sorry.” He said. Full stop. End of. Least she'd gone first.
Oliver reluctantly agreed with Miranda over the mess. He would help clean it up... after he'd cleaned himself up cos the potato in his hair was beginning to harden and it was hella itchy. He scratched at his scalp and nodded, looking at the Prefect. “Yeah.. we'll clean it up.” He looked at the Rodent and sighed. He didn't really know any cleaning charms – you don't learn these things when you have house elves to clean up after your lazy self. He shook his head. “Never heard of a mop and bucket?” He raised an eyebrow and very annoyingly, began to smirk again.. like he had been before the fight broke out.
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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd
A smirk curled on her lips at the way Oliver looked when she had pretended to want to bite his finger. Yeah, that ought to shut him up...again. Whaaaaaaaat?"Hey dude, you ARE your house. You offend the House of Helga Hufflepuff and you offend me!" That was so true. Maybe Oliver hadn't had the chance to experience what house pride was like, but she hoped he would. Though...not if he would become all meanie like some previous Slytherin's. Clean the potatoes out of my ear??"And I'm sure you remember, dear Ollie... I wasn't the one who got the Wet Willy."Smirk. And a sweet smile.
So she had apologized and now he had to do it too. Not that Miranda really thought it really came from the heart. And...not that she really cared. This boy was weird and she knew she should stay away from those. Miranda simply looked at the boy with pursed lips.
Oh so he was going to help? Well...Good! "Yes I have heard of a mop and bucket. Have you?" Was this pureblood knowledgeable in the arts of Muggle cleaning? He had seemed som against it before, when they came into the topic of dancing and television. And his brother.
Uuuuuurgh! Miranda balled up her fist. The first thing she was going to do was to clean up that ANNOYING smirk he had on his face. She closed her eyes and took a breath, made a face at the bleh smell of the rotting food they had on themselves, and then grabbed her wand. She narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you clean with a mop and a bucket, and I can actually use magic to get everthing off. Okay?" She would atleast try to remember how the spell worked. This was as good a time to practice.
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Oh for the love of... Oliver rolled his eyes. The usually cocky smile he had on his face had been well and truly wiped off! She was like a muggle fishwife nagging nagging nagging aaaand nagging! “Are you thick as well as mental?” He asked finally really losing his rag completely. He was not pleased. It took a lot to penetrate the barrier he put up. “I DIDN'T offend the 'House of Hufflepuff'”. Air-quotes. “You just put two and two together and came up with minus THREE BLOODY MILLION!”
Breathe. Breathe, Oliver. Keep it cool. You ARE cool, man. Yeah.
He made a face and looked away from her. Wet Willy.. is that what you called that.. grossness? He folded his arms and looked at the prefect. Was she really going to just stand there and let this girl continue with her tirade of LIES!?
Tempted to draw his wand and turn Miranda into a pile of mushy peas, he resisted the temptation and managed to calm himself down before he did something really silly. Acting without thinking was what had got him to Hogwarts in the first place.
Pout.
So.. with frontage back in place, he felt a lot calmer and would be able to handle Rabid Rodent Girl a lot better. Aaand she was asking those stoopid questions again. Hadn't he just asked - oh nevermind. “No. That's why I just asked you, thicko.” He said sarcastically. Pfft. He had nothing against muggles – much. He just didn't like being accused of being one when it was so obvious that he was of higher breeding.
“I thought you just said you didn't know any charms.” He scrunched up his face. She was being CONFUSING again. Man.. girls could be so odd. Still, he had decided that he wasn't going to let her get to him ANYMORE. No matter how hard she tried. That was supposed to be his little game. He drew his wand and grinned at her. “Perhaps you could show me?” He asked ever so politely knowing the Prefect was watching. “Help out new student here, you know?" He nudged her playfully with his elbow and smirked...
...and smirked...
...and smirked some more...
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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd
"Stop SAYING THAT TO ME!" She growled and then took a deep breath, looking back at the Prefect and shot her a 'You see what crazyness I had to deal with?' look. Seriously, Sarah would understand, she had house pride. People can't go around insulting their houses without having to offend the actual students in that house. "Bah!" Miranda waved off his stupid calculations with a dissmissive hand. What did he know.
Thicko!? The way his curly head grew around his scalp, you'd assume he was the thick headed person. She walked closer to him, her motuth in a tense flat smile, and looked up at the giant. "Okay then. I just thought I'd make sure you actually understood what you were saying. I don't want to suddenly," she copied his airquotes, "put two and two together and assume you know stuff." Ha!
Stepping away from the boy, she turned to look around at the mess. This shouldn't be to difficult to clean, as long as Ollie kept to himself and didn't go all wild again. Oh, who's the thick one here!?"How the flappers did you come to that conclusion? I didn't say anything of that sort!" She hadn't said that she didn't know any charms...not loudly anyway. Wait...was he reading her mind!? No...calm down now. He's to strange for that.
Putting a lock of black...white and green hair behind her ear, she straightened up and started to think of the incantation. Scourgify, was it? Or maybe it was Tergeo... Yes...atleast that's what she thought it was...either of those two. Bah, if only she had some sort of telepathic connection with Sarah, then she could tell her what it was. But Oliver's voice cut her focus and she turned her head. "Teach you?" She asked incredulosly. And why was ge going all sweet and...eurgh. Oh, it was to look good infront of the Prefect. And he NUDGED HER! "I thought I told you..." her voice went dangerously low, "...NOT TO TOUCH ME!" KablAmooo!
She mumbled something about stupid smirk, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opened her eyes and tried hard to smile politely. "Allright." Pause. "Just move your wand like this..."Swish swish, flick, whatever."And say, 'Tergeo'..." She proceeded to point her wand at her robes, repeated the incantation and, voila! Rotting food, be gone!
Yay! It worked! Gosh...hopefully it would work again. "Well, go on then!"
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Oliver looked skywards when she walked over to him and continued to rant. He sighed. “Blah, blah, blah.” He said, doing the action with his hand. “Are you quite done now woman?” Cos from where he was standing, there was still a prefect there and Oliver had promised all at home that he would be on his best behaviour this year.
So far? ...Not so good.
He watched her do the incantation with a simpering smile on his face. No more shouting – it wasn't Oliver's style. But he thought he could be forgiven given the circumstances of the fight.
No touchy – hahah. He could use this. “Ah, come on. Lighten up, luv.” He slung an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her. “I'm sure now that's it's all blown over we can look back at what happened and laugh about it.” He wrinkled his nose at her in the same way you would a baby as if to say. 'how cute you aaare' and gave her another squeeze for good measure. “Oh.. how funny it was when you rubbed potato in my hair!” He laughed sarcastically with his hand on his chest. “And then all that damn poking. Oh ho ho." He laughed simperingly and shook his head.
Snicker.
“So swish, swish, flick?” He questioned doing the action with his wand. “I think I can do that.” Course he could.. He did what Miranda did and cleaned up his clothes and hair then smiled at her – more genuinely this time. “Thank you.” he said, patting her on the shoulder like you would your best male bud.
Ay.. she wasn't all THAT bad.
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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd
"Oh, you are SO ANNOYING!" She made a face at him when finished mocking her with the hand. "What is that? What are you doing with your hand?" She looked at it like it made no sense, even though she totally knew what it was. She put on a more sweet voice...much to sweet. "No, I'm not done..."Wink. But she wouldn't say anything else. She wasn't done. Not at all. Hehehe. Oh, he'd better watch out. This castle was big and accidents happened. Whoa, easy now. Eh.
Luv!? Her eye might have twitched. And then he WAS TOUCHING HER! AGAIN! She stood perfectly still, concentrating more on her breathing than whatever he was saying right now. Yeah, she would laugh at how stupid he looked with that food on his face. Although...she would probably laugh at this whole thing too. Because she had never been in a food fight before. Heh.
He was squeezing her. SQUEEZING. HER. ! Breaaaaaaaaaaathe. She took his hand with her index finger and thumb, just like you would a dirty dish rag, stepped out of the embrace and let his hand drop. "Ha ha." She said as dully as she could with a mocking face. But for a veeeeeeeeeery short second, her face softened as she thought how silly the part with 'damn poking' sounded. She wondered if he had lots of tiny bruises all over his body now. Hehehe."Hope you don't get nightmares about it."
Swish, swish, flick...something. "Yesss." She said, regaining her respectful smile. And...he did it. Her eyebrows twitched in a surprised way. He was a fast learner...unless he'd actually lied and had done this before. "Nice job."Oh! That was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. And she had been honest. Argh, her Huffie-ness. Her brown eyes looked up at the boy as he thanked her. He was joking right? "Yeah...sure." Noooo, don't get all nice with him now. He is EVIL and ANNOYING and TWITCHY!
Now that he had cleaned up her robes (she made extra sure her badge was shiny again), face and hair, it was time to get everything else cleaned aswell. "Well..." she started, looking at the floor and glancing at Oliver. "I'll go over here then...get this part cleaned up." Why was she explaining this, just go! Hopefully, when they were both done with their cleaning, they'd go their separate ways...back to their own house tables.
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“Annoying?” He laughed a little, waving his hand as if to say 'get away'. “Well I do try.” Standing up straight, he tugged at the front of his robes as if Miranda had just complimented him. “This?” He looked down at his hand and back at her. See? She was a thicko. “This..” He did it again. “Is just for emphasis.. you know. It's supposed to be your mouth.. blah blah..”er “...blahing.” Random. But she did ask.
So she wasn't done. He folded his arms and eyed her as if sizing her up. “It's always the little ones you've got to watch.” He said matter of factly. He looked at her legs and smirked. “...and look at you! You DO have little legs.” He had no doubt he could run faster than her judging by the size of those pins. But was she stinky? Oliver didn't think she was – unless you counted the smell of vegetables she was emitting right nowm but when he had been sitting next to her at the table, she smelled... well girly - all sweet like they all do.
He gave her a fake wounded look when she stepped out of his embrace. She was hell bent on getting to him right now but Oliver was NEVER going to let that happen again. Ever. He had thicker skin than a rhinoceros. “If you appear in my sleep, luv. I can tell you now that it won't be a nightmare.” He smirked and winked at her lecherously.
Hehe.
Aww.. but the praise for doing the spell actually sounded genuine and not a bit sarcastic and he smiled sweetly at her... or as sweetly as a boy like Oliver could muster. He nodded to her request for him to clean up the mess at his side and off he went. There wasn't a lot to do really and he soon had the mess of potato-ey peas cleaned up.
He glanced over at Miranda to see what she was doing, then looked up at the Huffies gathered around the area of the table near where the fight had taken place.
“Any of you Yellas need a bit of a clean?” Well the food had splattered a few of the 'dear' 'little' badger types.
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He tried? Dude, he was a natural. And it wasn't a good thing. He probably knew he drove people insane and loved how they reacted. Hmmm... Could this be a sort of way to get attention? Yeah...like that psychology mumbo-jumbo...? And what had happened with the boy and his goat horns?? Foocuuuus.
She cocked an eyebrow and looked at how he started explaining what the hand was doing. And she stared and stared...and stared some more.
Sigh.
Blahing. Really?
The little ones? Was he talking about the firsties, because if he was, then he was totally right about that. Those firsties were freaky little things. Miranda couldn't quite understand that she had been that little and short once upon a time. Her head turned to glance at a few sitting by the tables... But it jerked back to the boy as he adressed her. She gaped. "I do not-" Oh, flarp it. "I rather have closer to the ground than being a giant." She eyed him. "YOu have a long way to fall..."
Miranda rolled her eyes at the mocking hurt look he gave. But the next thing he said, she did not see coming. Yeah, she actually blushed, and it was probably more visible now with all the food off her face. Say something! Her mouth twitched, wanting to open and say something clever back. But she had nothing. At all. Well, exept for... "I wish I could say the same..."Glare.
That was so going to come back and bite her.
Is he smiling or is that just another version of his smirk? Pursing her lips, she debated this for a moment before walking off to clean. Which, wasn't much, much to her dissapointment. She had been hoping to stay away from the vicinity of the boy a bit longer. Until she heard him calling that... he was going to clean up her fellow badgers? Well, wasn't that nice.
Ofcourse, she didn't want to be less helpful. "I'll...help y- with that." She turned on the spot to see if anyone actually wanted to get clean. Maybe they were too afraid to get close to the two. Specially since the boy was an obnoxious poet with his strange words and Miranda's fighting skills were impressive. Snort.
"Hey, potato locks," Like Golden Locks, but with potato, because he had mashed potatoes in his hair...geddit!? Hehe! "So why did you transfer from Durmstrang...really?" There was no angry face or hint that she was trying to insult him... Damn her curiosity!
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The staring was a little disconcerting, Oliver had to admit, but Miranda was crazier than he thought if she thought he was going to let it show. So what did he do in return? He smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow and looking thoroughly amused by... something.
'I do not...' - why were all the sentences she began with that so darn funny? This girl was a hoot and had made what started as a very dull start of term feast over at his own table a whole lot more entertaining. He was considering sticking with these cool Hufflepuffs for the rest of the year. “True that.” He replied with a smirk. “Good job I have such good balance then innit? Except, of course, when I've got a rabid badger nipping at my heals..” And that was actually a compliment – she managed to knock him to the ground before and yeah, it hurt. But it was quite a feat for such a little lassy. So well done, her.
Aww.. and he gave her that hurt look again and pouted like her words had really wounded him. She had quite the mean streak under all that... yellow.
Miranda wanted to help him now? He glanced over at her looking a bit puzzled as she approached him again. He thought she wanted to stay the heck away but it seemed he had some sort of magnetic pull. Cos he was The Man – yeah. “My name is Oliver.” He replied. “Or do you really want me to call you Snot Girl from now on?” Cos those mushy peas had looked like.. yuck. He cocked an eyebrow. Why was she so interested again all of a sudden. And why THAT question? He shrugged pretending to be indifferent. “Ah.. that. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” Was his simple response.
He turned to look at her. Why was she being so NICE now? Was she up to something? Wasn't it the Snakes who were supposed to be the shifty ones? “Are we, like, you know...” Friends? No – too much. He'd got that wrong before. “..ok now?” he asked her. This time when he spoke there wasn't a trace of amusement. He was being deadly serious. He just hoped her response wasn't going to come back and bite him on the behind.
A rodent? He thought the badger on the banner was a rodent? Sarah tilted her head to get a good look at their treasured yellow and black banner, to see for herself.Errr, nope.Nothing like it, so she could understand why Miranda had been a little peeved.Still didn't excuse the food throwing, and arguing in front of everyone.
"Exactly, 15.In your fifth years.And as such should be trying to set a good example." That's right, Sarah, try and make them feel humiliated.Maybe they'd think twice about doing it again.Not that she liked trying to do that to a friend, of course, but in this situation it was inevitable.
She eyed them both as they apologised to each other, to her and the surrounding students. "Oliver Greenwood?" She made a mental note of his name, and vowed to keep an eye on him.He may be saying sorry, but Sarah had the distinct impression he didn't really mean it.
And then they offered to clean it up, albeit slightly reluctantly on his part, it seemed. "Thank you Miranda, Oliver.That would be a very good idea.Can't have the poor house elves cleaning up after your mess now, can we?" Sarah smiled, then raised an eyebrow as they started to argue again about the best way to clean?!
"I....this....could....wha-....will you two please just shut up!" Sarah was actually starting to get a teeny weeny bit annoyed now.A lack of food did that to her. "Look," she sighed, trying to calm herself down.Control, Sarah.Control. "I don't mind how you go about cleaning all...this up," wave of the hand at the general mess. "Just so long as you do.And do it quietly? Please!"
That was better.Well half better.They were cleaning, but not quietly.-MEGASIGH- Shaking her head, Sarah unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips. "Can I trust that the two of you will now get on? That I can go back to have my dinner without fear of another fight?" She was so desperately hungry.Please say yes.
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"Hello Sarah" Marcus greeted the girl and gave her a huge smile. "Ah yes a very important year for you. Oh and congratulations on becoming Hufflepuff's newest Prefect, I am sure you will do a fantastic job." He chuckled at her question, it seemed he had been asked that a hundred times already but he didn't mind answering it. "I had an excellent summer, thank you Sarah. How was yours?"
Sarah blushed a little.She couldn't help it, Professor Lawson was nice. "Oh thank you, Sir," she managed to say, while having a big grin on her face. "I hope I will.I'll certainly try anyway." Yeah, the responsibility would most likely crush her before the year was out, though.
She nodded as he answered her question. "That's good, I'm glad.I had a pretty quiet summer, actually, until it was time to shop in DA anyway," she chuckled, pulling her plate closer to her so she could add some chicken.
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Aww, now she was frowning. He didn't want her to frown. "I miss her." It's been less than a day and he missed her already. That was sad. But he would write to her as soon as the feast was over, like he had promised her he would. But now Sylvie was asking about Alex. "She's fine now. The new Nurse healed her but she needs to be checked on in a few days. Or something." He shrugged and started eating again.
And then she asked if he was single. Why? What did it matter? "Er, I sorta have a casual thing with this girl named Gold. But it's nothing serious. We just like each other." He nodded and wasn't sure if he should continue. Then he decided that it didn't really matter if he did or not. "Brody wasn't happy about it." And he wasn't sure if she was now for that matter.
"Oh good." Sylvia smiled. She had liked Alex when she had met her, she wasn't sure what everyone was on about when they said stuff about how she was horrible. Brody was strange in that way. Haha.
UGH. Sylvia felt like an idiot now, but that seemed to be really frequent nowadays. Really, what the heck was happening to her? "Sorry, just to make it equal; I'm single too. And I do not have a casual thing with anyone." She shrugged. There, now it didn't look like she was nosey-ing into Torin's love life. "Gold? ... different name." Sylvia was kind of used to it, she'd never heard the name Torin before util she'd met him. "Just ignore her. Isn't she dating someone anyway? Surely it shouldn't matter to her." Sylvia rolled her eyes.
"For your information, I am NOT a clean freak, but I am NOT touching his hand because it could have been ANYWHERE, in mud... on the floor... in his hair... in his mouth maybe even down his trousies. NO WAY." Lapboy was kinda stupid wasn't he? "I am NOT an obsessive clean freak, but I will NOT stand dirt, and ick and horrible icky unwashed boys with greasy hair." You'd think boys would wash just because SHE THEY were in HER presence. Oh, how their lives would be amazing once that one glimpse had happened.
Lorelai Bristol, actually thought Lapboy was insane. But she did have the urge to hit him. "Look up, lapboy. Badgers. Yellow. BADGERS. I happen to be a badger, you happen to NOT be one. You're not a badger right?" If they were in the same house, that was just disasterous. DEE-SAS-TER-USS. "And for your information, lapboy. The table really doesn't like the warmth. Considering you may have sat on a slice of pie. Might want to check your trousies for pie bits." She smirked at him a little bit, and quickly glazed over her pink nail, making sure there were officially no chips now.
"A disease?" Okay, so there was two ways she could play this.. She could tell him the truth, or she could play along.. The latter of those choices sounded so fun. "Oh.. God! Lapboy. You have one of the..." Face wince. Face cringe. "The worst skin diseases known to muggle medicine. And to magic. It's incurable. . . APART, from a dosage of clear nail varnish.. AND then a layer of..."
He happened to NOT like pink right? Oh this was fun. "Pink..."
EYE ROLL.
"When did CleanFreak become a foul cuss word? Seriously, you should be happy and if you told my mum about this, she'll make you cupcakes and be proud of you." This girl needs help. Lots of help.
Down.his.trousies? Blake HAD to applaud! Clapping for her feverishly, he fell into hysterics and was practically shaking the whole bench. "Uh..you..trousies..oh...Goddddd." After his little maniac moment, he gasped and readjusted his non-greasy soft and silky brown hair, "You have a point there...a hand down the trousies is very unhygienic but you're still qualified as a NeatFreak." Making a sad-y face, he cautiously patted the girl's back and immediately drew back. Who knows, she might bite!
"Oh..." Facepalm. "I never noticed you were a Huffie. Anyways, whatever happened to the sweet and friendly Puffies? Are they extinct, DictionaryGirl?." Remember how he badly wanted to be a Hufflepuff? Thank Merlin, he's not. Can't stand them, 'cept Miranda.
"Just so you know, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. HAH! So I realllly don't care if there's a smudged pie covering my bottom or worst - poop. Not just any poop, A huffie's poop." The Liesss. He was verrry much scared of being laughed at. Well, anyone is - sane or insane. But he's not going to confess that to DictionaryGirl.
Blinking his eyes involuntarily at the girl, he frowned. Truth be told, he's really a wimp when it comes to diseases. Disease are meaaan. Furrowing his brows, he looked down at his nails and stared for a good minute. They seem perfectly cute and CLEAN. What's she prattling on about? "You're scaring me, DictionaryGirl." He muttered timidly and scooched away from her.
"Nono, I'd die rather than wear pink nail polish." Gosh, he's not Lucas and he'll be totally contradicting himself if he agreed to her suggestion. "I...umm..NO! I'm outta here!" Glancing at her with his twinkling blue eyes, almost popping out of their sockets, he waved at her and stood up. "Am I going to...die?" That's not a problem though. All he needs to do is write a will and go see Helena, begging her to kiss him again. Yep.
"So, Cadence. What class are you looking forward to the most?" Nymphy asked, trying to steal back into the conversation. He looked inquisitivly around. Wow.... the Huffies were a great group and he was glad to be one of them!
"Hello, Do you mind if it come sit by you?" Avery asked a girl with her head in her hands. She wanted to make new friends and the one she had met was occupied with a boy at the moment, so Avery decided she would go introduce herself. "I'm Avery...Avery Donner" She said sticking her hand out for a shake.
Anza picked up her head to see a girl with friendly words, and a hand. "Sure." She smiled, and scooted over so Avery had room, and smiled again. "Nice to meet you. I'm Esperanza Evans. Anza if you are nice to me." She laughed.
A rodent? He thought the badger on the banner was a rodent? Sarah tilted her head to get a good look at their treasured yellow and black banner, to see for herself.Errr, nope.Nothing like it, so she could understand why Miranda had been a little peeved.Still didn't excuse the food throwing, and arguing in front of everyone.
"Exactly, 15.In your fifth years.And as such should be trying to set a good example." That's right, Sarah, try and make them feel humiliated.Maybe they'd think twice about doing it again.Not that she liked trying to do that to a friend, of course, but in this situation it was inevitable.
She eyed them both as they apologised to each other, to her and the surrounding students. "Oliver Greenwood?" She made a mental note of his name, and vowed to keep an eye on him.He may be saying sorry, but Sarah had the distinct impression he didn't really mean it.
And then they offered to clean it up, albeit slightly reluctantly on his part, it seemed. "Thank you Miranda, Oliver.That would be a very good idea.Can't have the poor house elves cleaning up after your mess now, can we?" Sarah smiled, then raised an eyebrow as they started to argue again about the best way to clean?!
"I....this....could....wha-....will you two please just shut up!" Sarah was actually starting to get a teeny weeny bit annoyed now.A lack of food did that to her. "Look," she sighed, trying to calm herself down.Control, Sarah.Control. "I don't mind how you go about cleaning all...this up," wave of the hand at the general mess. "Just so long as you do.And do it quietly? Please!"
That was better.Well half better.They were cleaning, but not quietly.-MEGASIGH- Shaking her head, Sarah unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips. "Can I trust that the two of you will now get on? That I can go back to have my dinner without fear of another fight?" She was so desperately hungry.Please say yes.
Oliver looked thoroughly bored as they were scolded by the fuddy duddy prefect. Blah blah blah, yada yada yada. He was tempted to yawn dramatically restrained himself from doing so... as she was a prefect an all and he was BEHAVING himself! YES. He was. Nod, nod, nod.
Or, at least, trying to.
At fifteen they were supposed to be setting a good example? What? What parallel universe was this one from? “No.” He replied flatly. “We're fifteen. We should be enjoying life. Not acting like a bunch of old pensioners. And this...” He gestured to the mess of peas and potato on the floor. “...was a lot of fun. Believe me.”
Ah.. but this prefect wasn't all that bad, was she? She seemed pretty happy when they both offered to help clean up. “No problemo, prefecto.” He said with a wink. As long as the Rabid Rodent over there didn't start screeching like a strangled rat again, there would be NO fighting. “Yes, you can trust us.” He replied. His eyes flicked to Miranda and gave her a look as if to say, 'can't she, Missy?'
Anza picked up her head to see a girl with friendly words, and a hand. "Sure." She smiled, and scooted over so Avery had room, and smiled again. "Nice to meet you. I'm Esperanza Evans. Anza if you are nice to me." She laughed.
"Anza it is then! So Anza tell me something about yourself? As for me I'm an only child, my dad's a muggle my mom's a witch. My family didn't think I was going to be a witch so I got sent to a muggle school for a while. Oh dear...I'm rambling aren't I" Avery did that quite often, she hoped she didn't cause Anza to run screaming down the bench to a new spot!
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EYE ROLL.
"When did CleanFreak become a foul cuss word? Seriously, you should be happy and if you told my mum about this, she'll make you cupcakes and be proud of you." This girl needs help. Lots of help.
Down.his.trousies? Blake HAD to applaud! Clapping for her feverishly, he fell into hysterics and was practically shaking the whole bench. "Uh..you..trousies..oh...Goddddd." After his little maniac moment, he gasped and readjusted his non-greasy soft and silky brown hair, "You have a point there...a hand down the trousies is very unhygienic but you're still qualified as a NeatFreak." Making a sad-y face, he cautiously patted the girl's back and immediately drew back. Who knows, she might bite!
"Oh..." Facepalm. "I never noticed you were a Huffie. Anyways, whatever happened to the sweet and friendly Puffies? Are they extinct, DictionaryGirl?." Remember how he badly wanted to be a Hufflepuff? Thank Merlin, he's not. Can't stand them, 'cept Miranda.
"Just so you know, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. HAH! So I realllly don't care if there's a smudged pie covering my bottom or worst - poop. Not just any poop, A huffie's poop." The Liesss. He was verrry much scared of being laughed at. Well, anyone is - sane or insane. But he's not going to confess that to DictionaryGirl.
Blinking his eyes involuntarily at the girl, he frowned. Truth be told, he's really a wimp when it comes to diseases. Disease are meaaan. Furrowing his brows, he looked down at his nails and stared for a good minute. They seem perfectly cute and CLEAN. What's she prattling on about? "You're scaring me, DictionaryGirl." He muttered timidly and scooched away from her.
"Nono, I'd die rather than wear pink nail polish." Gosh, he's not Lucas and he'll be totally contradicting himself if he agreed to her suggestion. "I...umm..NO! I'm outta here!" Glancing at her with his twinkling blue eyes, almost popping out of their sockets, he waved at her and stood up. "Am I going to...die?" That's not a problem though. All he needs to do is write a will and go see Helena, begging her to kiss him again. Yep.
CUPCAKES?
CUPPYCAKES?
OHEMGEE.
"Cupcakes?" Lorelai repeated a quick second after the word had left his mouth. "I do like cupcakes. I like them ALOOOT." Maybe alot more than that even, it wasn't her fault. The icing was just YUM. The cake was YUM. And she was on a diet. But cupcakes totally weren't fattening. Maybe.. EH. Now she WANTED cupcakes. Stupid lapboy. "Can she make FAT free cupcakes?"
Okay, LAPBOY. WAS. INSANELY. MAD. AND. FREAKING. HER. OUT. "Lapboy! Don't be so idiotic, how IMMATURE of you to applaud like that. Do you not realise, you are in a civilised environment? You ACT like a FOUR year old. How ASHAMED your mother must be of you." She tutted a little bit, dforwning at him. "How distrubing." She muttered. "Of course I have a point." Big headed. "I'm Lorelai Bristol, how can I not have a point? NeatFreak, I am NOT." Hmpfh. "Maybe you should try using my ways lapboy. It might get you somewhere, soon enough. You'll have a disease and die, because you touched something HORRIBLY DIRTY. And then you'll rot. And die. All because you NEVER used sanitizer or was clean." PAT. BACK. OFF. NOW! Lori gave lapboy a bit of a glare, and growled at him.
"Get. Off ME!" But his hand was already gone, but the warning was there. He wouldnt do THAT again. "Huffie's are sweet and friendly. But when they come across people who lie in their laps, rub their bottoms over their table, and call them clean freaks, they disappear. NOW. I bet you're a child that HASN'T been sorted right? Or do they have your kind in another ROOM. Because you're not allowed to socialise with us? Speaking of which, why aren't you there now?" She rose an eyebrow at him. "Diseased kinds shouldn't be out in the open, especially NOT with manicure."
Teehee.
"Hufflepuffs DONT... pooop. Gosh, could you not think of a better word for that? That's so DISTURBING." Hufflepuffs did NOT poop. They were all clean. RIGHT? RIGHT? RIIIIIGHT?
"You have manicure Lapboy. You HAVE to be scared, I suggest we write to your mother, and ask her to remove you from school, seeing as you have about a week till you drop dead, foaming from the ears." AHA. Silly, gullible lapboy. She screwed her face up a little bit, and rolled her eyes. "FINE. You leave, don't have prevention against manicure. DIE. DIE. Die, for all I care." Hmpfh.
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"Oh good." Sylvia smiled. She had liked Alex when she had met her, she wasn't sure what everyone was on about when they said stuff about how she was horrible. Brody was strange in that way. Haha.
UGH. Sylvia felt like an idiot now, but that seemed to be really frequent nowadays. Really, what the heck was happening to her? "Sorry, just to make it equal; I'm single too. And I do not have a casual thing with anyone." She shrugged. There, now it didn't look like she was nosey-ing into Torin's love life. "Gold? ... different name." Sylvia was kind of used to it, she'd never heard the name Torin before util she'd met him. "Just ignore her. Isn't she dating someone anyway? Surely it shouldn't matter to her." Sylvia rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, but it was odd helping her. I mean she did leave me for another guy after telling me that she was in love with me." He shrugged and went back to his food. He was still pretty mad at her over that, so it was best that he didn't dwell on it.
"Hard to think of you as single." She was a pretty girl. And he did used to like her last Term. But now he didn't and it was nice just thinking of her as a really good friend. "Gold is an interesting name. And so is she. Her hair is the reddest ever." But he liked it. He liked red hair. But he was surprised when she then told him to ignore Brody. "You know, I'm confused..." He paused for a moment before going on. "When I was with Alex last Term, she told me that she still had feelings for me. And I didn't think I still liked her until Alex left me for Damon. And me and Brody said we would wait for each other.. but Gold asked me out for ice cream, and Brody flipped out even though I told her that it was nothing. It's just casual." He sighed, and wondered if she still thought he was lying about that. "Then she kissed both Dylan and Miles in front of me." But he didn't mention that kissing Miles was to make him jealous. "And now, she has Jorma and she seems to like him. But she still got mad at me for leaving her on the train even though it was only to do my job as Prefect."
Anza it is then! So Anza tell me something about yourself? As for me I'm an only child, my dad's a muggle my mom's a witch. My family didn't think I was going to be a witch so I got sent to a muggle school for a while. Oh dear...I'm rambling aren't I" Avery did that quite often, she hoped she didn't cause Anza to run screaming down the bench to a new spot!
"Don't worry. Hmm... My father was a muggle, but he died... my mother and Grandmother were both slytherin witches, I suppose I am quite a dissapointment." She ducked her head embarassedly. "I know I am quite a dissapointment." She cheered herself slightly, pouring a pumpkin juice. "But I have been looking forward to Hogwarts forever, so I'll count my blessings."
Oliver looked thoroughly bored as they were scolded by the fuddy duddy prefect. Blah blah blah, yada yada yada. He was tempted to yawn dramatically restrained himself from doing so... as she was a prefect an all and he was BEHAVING himself! YES. He was. Nod, nod, nod.
Or, at least, trying to.
At fifteen they were supposed to be setting a good example? What? What parallel universe was this one from? “No.” He replied flatly. “We're fifteen. We should be enjoying life. Not acting like a bunch of old pensioners. And this...” He gestured to the mess of peas and potato on the floor. “...was a lot of fun. Believe me.”
Ah.. but this prefect wasn't all that bad, was she? She seemed pretty happy when they both offered to help clean up. “No problemo, prefecto.” He said with a wink. As long as the Rabid Rodent over there didn't start screeching like a strangled rat again, there would be NO fighting. “Yes, you can trust us.” He replied. His eyes flicked to Miranda and gave her a look as if to say, 'can't she, Missy?'
He was on the verge of mocking her.She could tell.Ohhhhh how she could tell.Narrowing her eyes, Sarah started chewing the inside of her mouth, a thing she always did to stop herself from opening it.This boy was doing nothing for her nerves.Nothing.
No? Meh.
"Yeah, you should be.And I'm sure this...was..alot of fun," it did look it to be fair, she had to be truthful.Any other time and she might have joined in.But, no. "Howwwwever," she drew the word out, for no other reason than because she wanted to. "You're at school, and school isn't meant to be fun.Well...no, it isn't, and if you have to act like old pensioners to make sure you behave.Well, then so be it." Folding her arms again, Sarah gave a shrug of her shoulders. "You can do what you like at home....." And I'm sure you do.
Annnd relax.They seemed to be getting along okay now, and co-operating with the cleaning.Sarah even got a wink from 'potato boy' Oliver.Which was - Hmmm. "Good, I'm glad I can.If this feast finishes without me eating anything the house elves in the kitchen will be in for a long night of sandwich making," she chuckled, surveying the area.Yep, better than it was.
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" Hi mam" Rex told Kita. He fell over trying to shake her hand. " I am very clumsy in front of cute girls, mam" Rex explained to Kita. " I am Rex Trigwell, Kay's boyfriend, mam" Rex said to Kita.
Kita saw a hand appear in front of her and looked up to see who the hand belonged to. She smiled at him and shook his hand. She giggled slightly and said, "Hey Rex. You ok? Thanks. I've heard a lot about you." She glanced a look at Kay and smiled at her.
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"Thanks. The game was great. It was more Jake than anything. He was great the way he caught the Snitch." kay said happily. "I can wait until this year."
"Wow. But you still contributed. Yeah. Quidditch this year will be great," she said, even though she got a slight feeing in her stomach that it didn't agree with her. She turned to Rex and asked, "Are you going to try out this year?"
"Don't worry. Hmm... My father was a muggle, but he died... my mother and Grandmother were both slytherin witches, I suppose I am quite a dissapointment." She ducked her head embarassedly. "I know I am quite a dissapointment." She cheered herself slightly, pouring a pumpkin juice. "But I have been looking forward to Hogwarts forever, so I'll count my blessings."
"Well I'm not dissappointed that you are in Hufflepuff because I made a friend. It's hard for me to make friends, I've got a nasty temper and I'm really shy." Avery smiled at her new friend they had some things in common already. "I've been looking forward to Hogwarts as well, but i was amost 9 before I showed any sort of magical talent. That's why I went to a muggle school for so long, becuase my mom was pretty sure that I wasn't a witch, but then when day I got really made and poof my dad turned into a chicken! It was funny" Avery started laughing at the thought of her dad as a chicken. It was the funniest thing she had ever seen in her life.
He was on the verge of mocking her.She could tell.Ohhhhh how she could tell.Narrowing her eyes, Sarah started chewing the inside of her mouth, a thing she always did to stop herself from opening it.This boy was doing nothing for her nerves.Nothing.
No? Meh.
"Yeah, you should be.And I'm sure this...was..alot of fun," it did look it to be fair, she had to be truthful.Any other time and she might have joined in.But, no. "Howwwwever," she drew the word out, for no other reason than because she wanted to. "You're at school, and school isn't meant to be fun.Well...no, it isn't, and if you have to act like old pensioners to make sure you behave.Well, then so be it." Folding her arms again, Sarah gave a shrug of her shoulders. "You can do what you like at home....." And I'm sure you do.
Annnd relax.They seemed to be getting along okay now, and co-operating with the cleaning.Sarah even got a wink from 'potato boy' Oliver.Which was - Hmmm. "Good, I'm glad I can.If this feast finishes without me eating anything the house elves in the kitchen will be in for a long night of sandwich making," she chuckled, surveying the area.Yep, better than it was.
The girl was giving him a look which reminded him very much of his AWOL mother. It was kind of disturbing to be honest, but nothing registered on Oliver's face to show that he had noticed the prefect's... was it disdain? In fact, he covered up the uncomfortable feeling with a self satisfied smirk... and a cocked eyebrow for good measure as he eyed the girl. Disdain? Oliver could do disdain too. He should be an actor when he left school.
Did they pick these prefects based on mental age? Because this one... well she was like an old granny. Pfft.. and that was the trouble with school wasn't it? No. Fun. Allowed. It was no surprise that the kids got bored and did things like have food fights to keep themselves entertained. So they were to act like old age pensioners, were they?
Interesting.
Very interesting.
“Can I be one of these old granddads who talks about nothing but the war, lives on a diet of toffees and wears his trousers up to here?” He asked deadpan and motioned to somewhere up his chest. “And you can't really expect a couple of OAPs to start cleaning, can you? They can't clean themselves let alone a whole mess like this one.” He chuckled to let the poor prefect know that he was just messing... ish.
"You can trust us." He repeated with a nod. You go and get your food."
He looked at Miranda. They were going to be the best of buds from now on - he could feel it in his waters.
"Well I hope that you find out who it is. I don't think thats right." Kay said to him and hope it wasn't the Carter she knew. "Quidditch try out should be soon and that will be great. We can practice together and hopefully our teams don't get mad about it." Kay loved flying it was like be free from everything.
" Well, I just about forgot about it at our table until Avery chirped in with her two cents" Rex explained to Kay. " Be freinds with Avery but I do not want to be around her at this time. maybe longer" Rex told Kay. "Jason has a Quidditch field at his castle, we can practice there" Rex said to Kay. I am full and I like you to come meet my Gryffindor friends at my table" Rex smiled at Kay.
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Kita saw a hand appear in front of her and looked up to see who the hand belonged to. She smiled at him and shook his hand. She giggled slightly and said, "Hey Rex. You ok? Thanks. I've heard a lot about you." She glanced a look at Kay and smiled at her.
" I am ok, mam" Rex told Kita. " I only am clumsy in front of pretty girls,mam " Rex expalined to Kita. " I hope everything you herd about me has been good,mam" rex laughed.
"Wow. But you still contributed. Yeah. Quidditch this year will be great," she said, even though she got a slight feeing in her stomach that it didn't agree with her. She turned to Rex and asked, "Are you going to try out this year?"
She could hear Mr. Lawson talking to students somewhere, and turned to see him seated over there. With a smile, she stood up and made her way over to him. "Mr. Lawson, sir." She said with a smile. "Hope I'm not disturbing your feast. I just wanted to come over and say hi... Did you have a good summer?" Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Miranda was SO excited to be going to the DADA classes, though she didn't know there was another professor incharche of that class now. Did she ever tell him he had inspired her to become an Auror? Meh.
"Not at all Miranda, I think it is I that is disturbing yours." Marcus chuckled as he popped some more food into his mouth. He was glad that the kids didn't seem to mind that he came and joined them for dinner instead of eating up at the staff table. "I had a very good summer Miranda and you? Oh congratulations by the way on becoming Hufflepuff's new quidditch captain. Another Championship Cup for the house?"
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Evelyn knew exactly what Professor Lawson meant when he said that our differences make life interesting. "That's very true, Professor. And I'm really looking forward to Muggle Studies." Evelyn gobbled down some shepherds pie, hoping all the professors at Hogwarts were as nice as Professor Lawson.
"Excellent because I have lots of fun things planned for this term." Marcus nodded and smiled as he thought about it, at least it won't be a stressful as teaching DADA. It could be a little scary teaching underage wizards how to defend themselves, there were always interesting results.
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Jeeeeeez, the man had such little trust in Jake. Well... there probably were good reasons for that. Jake shrugged his shoulders, holding back the smile that was totally threatening to take over. "No," the boy replied airily, vaguely. He looked up at the staff table. Where waaaaas that man anyway? "Nnnot yet," he added, looking back at Lawson again. "Duhh-did you ev-ev-ever get th-the ammmulet thhhhing buhh-bbback?" he asked suddenly, keeping his eyes right on Lawson.
When it came to Jake, Marcus' eyebrows simply had no control as they again sot up into his head. Obviously Jake forgot just how well Marcus knew him. "You're up to something Upstead" he said in a stern voice but there just may have been a hint of a smile on his face.
Marcus stared straight back at Jake, "No I didn't. So if you're planning anything stupid with the potions master, I will not be able to help you." Well he said that but he knew he would do his utmost to try.
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Arya grined with an amused look on her face as she watched Professor Lawson devoured the piece of pie she had givin him. Her brown eyes sparkled, she didn't know it was this easy to befriend a Professor."Great! I'm Arya by the way."She wondered if he remembered seeing her at the ice cream parlor."I love pie too, especially before a meal. I don't know how people can stand to wait til the end a meal before eating a slice."She looked at the two pies before her, deciding to go for the chocolate pie. She added a scoop of ice cream before taking a bite.
"Lovely to meet you Arya" Marcus replied as he finished his slice of pie in record time. It was good pie but he could make it better. He nodded in agreement about eating pie before your meal. Well of course he would, Marcus was a sugar addict so anything sweet was going to make him happy. "I know exactly what you mean" he said staring at her as she picked up a piece of chocolate pie.
Mmmmm chocolaaaaaaate!!
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Sarah blushed a little.She couldn't help it, Professor Lawson was nice. "Oh thank you, Sir," she managed to say, while having a big grin on her face. "I hope I will.I'll certainly try anyway." Yeah, the responsibility would most likely crush her before the year was out, though.
She nodded as he answered her question. "That's good, I'm glad.I had a pretty quiet summer, actually, until it was time to shop in DA anyway," she chuckled, pulling her plate closer to her so she could add some chicken.
Marcus gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, "You'll do just fine Sarah, no need to be nervous. If your HOH thought you suitable for the job then she must have great faith in you."
He gave her a wink as he watched her eat and he had to laugh also at her comment. "Yes DA always has something going on. It's like the kids have had to behave themselves for too long and when they get to DA, they just to go...nuts." Obviously it was all that pent up energy or something. Thank Merlin they seem to get rid of it before the school starts.
"Well I hope that you find out who it is. I don't think thats right." Kay said to him and hope it wasn't the Carter she knew. "Quidditch try out should be soon and that will be great. We can practice together and hopefully our teams don't get mad about it." Kay loved flying it was like be free from everything.
" Well, I just about forgot about it at our table until Avery chirped in with her two cents" Rex explained to Kay. " Be freinds with Avery but I do not want to be around her at this time. maybe longer" Rex told Kay. "Jason has a Quidditch field at his castle, we can practice there" Rex said to Kay. I am full and I like you to come meet my Gryffindor friends at my table" Rex smiled at Kay.
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Kita saw a hand appear in front of her and looked up to see who the hand belonged to. She smiled at him and shook his hand. She giggled slightly and said, "Hey Rex. You ok? Thanks. I've heard a lot about you." She glanced a look at Kay and smiled at her.
"Wow. But you still contributed. Yeah. Quidditch this year will be great," she said, even though she got a slight feeing in her stomach that it didn't agree with her. She turned to Rex and asked, "Are you going to try out this year?"
" I am fine, mam" Rex told Kita. " I only am clumsy in front of cutte girls, mam" Rex explained to Kita. " I hope everything you heard about me is good, mam" Rex laughed. " I play Quidditch, mam" Rex said to Kita.
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" I am fine, mam" Rex told Kita. " I only am clumsy in front of cutte girls, mam" Rex explained to Kita. " I hope everything you heard about me is good, mam" Rex laughed. " I play Quidditch, mam" Rex said to Kita.
"That's good. Not the clumsy part," she said, "Well considering the source, everything i heard has been good. What position are you hoping to play?"
"That's good. Not the clumsy part," she said, "Well considering the source, everything i heard has been good. What position are you hoping to play?"
'Well, I probably have one or two bad points but that is all, mam" Rex laughed. " I would love to play Keeper, mamn, I love defense" Rex told Kita. "What is your position? Rex asked Kita.
"Well the cute girls and the clumsy part is right: Rex said to Kita.
"Cupcakes?" Lorelai repeated a quick second after the word had left his mouth. "I do like cupcakes. I like them ALOOOT." Maybe alot more than that even, it wasn't her fault. The icing was just YUM. The cake was YUM. And she was on a diet. But cupcakes totally weren't fattening. Maybe.. EH. Now she WANTED cupcakes. Stupid lapboy. "Can she make FAT free cupcakes?"
Okay, LAPBOY. WAS. INSANELY. MAD. AND. FREAKING. HER. OUT. "Lapboy! Don't be so idiotic, how IMMATURE of you to applaud like that. Do you not realise, you are in a civilised environment? You ACT like a FOUR year old. How ASHAMED your mother must be of you." She tutted a little bit, dforwning at him. "How distrubing." She muttered. "Of course I have a point." Big headed. "I'm Lorelai Bristol, how can I not have a point? NeatFreak, I am NOT." Hmpfh. "Maybe you should try using my ways lapboy. It might get you somewhere, soon enough. You'll have a disease and die, because you touched something HORRIBLY DIRTY. And then you'll rot. And die. All because you NEVER used sanitizer or was clean." PAT. BACK. OFF. NOW! Lori gave lapboy a bit of a glare, and growled at him.
"Get. Off ME!" But his hand was already gone, but the warning was there. He wouldnt do THAT again. "Huffie's are sweet and friendly. But when they come across people who lie in their laps, rub their bottoms over their table, and call them clean freaks, they disappear. NOW. I bet you're a child that HASN'T been sorted right? Or do they have your kind in another ROOM. Because you're not allowed to socialise with us? Speaking of which, why aren't you there now?" She rose an eyebrow at him. "Diseased kinds shouldn't be out in the open, especially NOT with manicure."
Teehee.
"Hufflepuffs DONT... pooop. Gosh, could you not think of a better word for that? That's so DISTURBING." Hufflepuffs did NOT poop. They were all clean. RIGHT? RIGHT? RIIIIIGHT?
"You have manicure Lapboy. You HAVE to be scared, I suggest we write to your mother, and ask her to remove you from school, seeing as you have about a week till you drop dead, foaming from the ears." AHA. Silly, gullible lapboy. She screwed her face up a little bit, and rolled her eyes. "FINE. You leave, don't have prevention against manicure. DIE. DIE. Die, for all I care." Hmpfh.
"Yes. You will."
OH, she liked cupcakes. But that doesn't mean he's giving her any. Firming his grip on the lunch box, Blake pouted, "Umm Fat Free? I dunno. My family doesn't have the tendency to get fat as compared to some girls who diet...." *CoughYOUCough*. Scratching his chin, he further added, "And besides, we all exercise so..umm yeah. No fat free cupcakes for you." He said with a brow raised and smirked.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips and he covered his face with his hands. "What is your problem? Stop acting like my mother. I don't care if I act as an infant. At least, I'm better than you cause I don't have to freak out about every little thing." He said a bit heatedly and crossed his arms as he looked down at her. Shorty.
Biting his lower lip, Blake couldn't help but cover his ears while she lectured him. No time for that. "BLAHBLAHBLAHYADAYADAYADA." He muttered the whole time she did the nonsense babbling. "Gosh! You're giving me a headache. Try keeping your gob shut, it'll help. I promise. And you talk way toooo much. I pity the poor Hufflepuffs." This is bad. He DIDN'T want to talk to her like that but she's just so mean and irritating.
She did not just tell him to rot. How dare she. "At least I have a disease and I'll die young without wrinkles and don't have to dependent on my grandchildren. As for you, all I can say is..I feel you. I feel sorry for you cause you'll die with wrinkles, without teeth, sight and all that jazz." Annoyed, much? By the end of his rant, Blake was fuming with anger and his cheeks, now red, were on fire. He'd had enough of her.
Smirk. Huffies don't poop? "You don't poop? Whoa! There's definitely something wrong with you. Go see a doctor. You need to get that crap out of your body or else you'll die, just like me." He said coolly and rolled his eyes. Crazy mean girl. He should stay away from her, for future reference.
"YOU DIE! You non-pooping fart sniffing meanie!" His favorite line ever! Yush! His head was throbbing right now and he couldn't feel or think anything properly. Glaring at her - sadly, Blake couldn't control his urge to spit on the table and after much brainstorming, he did. Right next to her plate. "Take that, crazy." He muttered and slammed the lunchbox on the table and left it there. "Bye...forever, hopefully." God pleaseee keep this girl away from him or bad things will happen this year. Shooting one last satisfied glance at her, Blake stormed back to where he belonged, the Slytherin table. She was a cute girl but he had no regrets whatsoever! She was giving him bad vibes since the start of this pointless conversation.
When it came to Jake, Marcus' eyebrows simply had no control as they again sot up into his head. Obviously Jake forgot just how well Marcus knew him. "You're up to something Upstead" he said in a stern voice but there just may have been a hint of a smile on his face.
Marcus stared straight back at Jake, "No I didn't. So if you're planning anything stupid with the potions master, I will not be able to help you." Well he said that but he knew he would do his utmost to try.
Well, was that ever right. Without changing his expression, Jake nodded his head. "Yes." No point in lying about it, riiiiight? It really was blatantly obvious. Absentmindedly stroking Charlie's head, Jake sat looking very distracted, almost as though he was somewhere else entirely. "I ssssaid I'd be ggood this yyyear, didn' I?" he said vaguely, adressing Lawson but looking at the tarantula.
Really? Planning stupid things? That was absurd! That was uncalled for! That was... actually quite accurate.
"I'll get it bbback," Jake commented quietly, staring at Lawson again. The boy still felt bad that he'd managed to get that thing confiscated last year. Sure, he was going to be good this year, but also deviously underhand.
Chyeah.
"How's Pppprofessor Mo-... Lawson the sssecond?" Jake asked, and for once it seemed like the art of dry humour was present within him. Something was different with him, that was for sure.
But he just wanted to go home.
Looking around at the deserts around the table, Jake reached out for some pie of his own, knowing full well it was covered in sugar. Before his hand even reached it the boy turned to Lawson. "C'n I hhhhave some?" he asked, since Lawson KNEW how he reacted under the influence of sugar (COUGHdiagonalleyCOUGH) and... well, he just felt the need to ask the man permission.
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'Well, I probably have one or two bad points but that is all, mam" Rex laughed. " I would love to play Keeper, mamn, I love defense" Rex told Kita. "What is your position? Rex asked Kita.
"Well the cute girls and the clumsy part is right: Rex said to Kita.
"My position is either a Keeper or a Chaser. Kay's making me try out again this year," Kita said shaking her head.
"Yeah. I'm a third year. My family moved overseas just a few years before I was meant to start at Hogwarts. My parents thought about sending me to live with my uncle in Surrey, so that I could come to school here, but I didn't want to leave my family, you know? Do you get a lot of transfers?" Evelyn wondered. If there were others, then maybe they would be good people for her to talk to. It would be nice to have some friends closer to my age...
Evelyn finished the rest of her delicious shepherds pie in three bites as she listened to Miranda talk about the Quidditch team. She's a Chaser. Cool!"I love playing Chaser, too. It's so much fun. But I like playing Keeper as well. And I have the most experience as a Keeper."'Experience'? She would laugh at your idea of 'experience'."When are the tryouts? How many people usually come? What do I have to do?" Evelyn asked Miranda all three questions at once, almost urgently, shutting up her thoughts of doubt. I may not be the best at competitive sports in my family, but I'm a better flyer than my mum and my brother, and they were both on the Gryffindor team when they came here. And even if I don't get on the team this year, I have four more years to keep trying!
So it was her first year in this school, but not a first year student...? "Oh, that's cool." Miranda smiled. "Must be nice with all the travelling!" She wanted to do that too! Definitely after gr-...g-graduation."Oh yeah, we have lots of students that have gone to other schools, I'm sure you'll meet a few today." Miranda winked at the girl.
Aw, another Chaser in da house! "It's wonderful, isn't it? Really? So have you played much outside school?" What sort of experience did she have? Not that it mattered really, it wouldn't destroy her chances to be on the team. If she played well that day then that's all that mattered.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the excitement of the girl as she asked her questions. "I haven't thought about the date for the tryouts yet, but there will be an announcement in the Common Room and Quidditch Pitch about it, so you wont miss it. Oh...about twenty to thirty students usually...though I can't really remember and I'm bad at counting heads hehe." Yeah. "All you have to do is show up and play your best." She nodded and smiled. "It's really simple. And you don't have to be nervous about it!"
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"Not at all Miranda, I think it is I that is disturbing yours." Marcus chuckled as he popped some more food into his mouth. He was glad that the kids didn't seem to mind that he came and joined them for dinner instead of eating up at the staff table. "I had a very good summer Miranda and you? Oh congratulations by the way on becoming Hufflepuff's new quidditch captain. Another Championship Cup for the house?"
"Oh, you're not." She said flatly and with a soft smile. Ofcourse he wasn't bothering, Pshhhhhh! He was the awesomest Professor in school. AND an ex Auror.
"I'm glad to hear that. My summer was good, thankyou. I had the opportunity to go to the Quidditch World Cup. Did you have a chance to go, sir?" She was curious to know if he was interested in the game. Like, really, who wasn't? Hehe! At his compliment, her cheeks reddened. "Thankyou, Professor." she looked down, "It was quite a surprise." Another cup? Oh gosh. She became nervous thinking about it , her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard. "Oh, I-I'm just going to hope for the best." Oh, she dearly wished Kaika was here. "But you know...it would be nice." Yes. It totally would be nice to win again. "Did you play Quidditch when you were a student, sir?" She remembered thier talk the year before, about how he had met Professor Truebridge and was a bit of a loner. But she couldn't remember there being anything said about the sport.
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The staring was a little disconcerting, Oliver had to admit, but Miranda was crazier than he thought if she thought he was going to let it show. So what did he do in return? He smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow and looking thoroughly amused by... something.
'I do not...' - why were all the sentences she began with that so darn funny? This girl was a hoot and had made what started as a very dull start of term feast over at his own table a whole lot more entertaining. He was considering sticking with these cool Hufflepuffs for the rest of the year. “True that.” He replied with a smirk. “Good job I have such good balance then innit? Except, of course, when I've got a rabid badger nipping at my heals..” And that was actually a compliment – she managed to knock him to the ground before and yeah, it hurt. But it was quite a feat for such a little lassy. So well done, her.
Aww.. and he gave her that hurt look again and pouted like her words had really wounded him. She had quite the mean streak under all that... yellow.
Miranda wanted to help him now? He glanced over at her looking a bit puzzled as she approached him again. He thought she wanted to stay the heck away but it seemed he had some sort of magnetic pull. Cos he was The Man – yeah. “My name is Oliver.” He replied. “Or do you really want me to call you Snot Girl from now on?” Cos those mushy peas had looked like.. yuck. He cocked an eyebrow. Why was she so interested again all of a sudden. And why THAT question? He shrugged pretending to be indifferent. “Ah.. that. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” Was his simple response.
He turned to look at her. Why was she being so NICE now? Was she up to something? Wasn't it the Snakes who were supposed to be the shifty ones? “Are we, like, you know...” Friends? No – too much. He'd got that wrong before. “..ok now?” he asked her. This time when he spoke there wasn't a trace of amusement. He was being deadly serious. He just hoped her response wasn't going to come back and bite him on the behind.
Seriously, I wonder if that smirk can freeze on his face...maybe it's a nervous twitch of some kind.
She crossed her arms on her chest and looked at the boy. And she felt a tugging on the corners of her lips. That he was correct in, she did knock him to the ground. Hehe. Rabid Badger. Now why didn't that sound bad? Miranda was pretty sure he was mocking her with that name, but she choose to take it as a compliment and inclined her head towards him.
Why was he telling her his name again? Like, did he forget they had already introduced themselves??? "I don't care what you call me anymore," ...this was not so true, since she had been raging about his weird names for her. But it should be, so from now on, she didn't care. Ha!"...I'm not expecting you to be anywhere near me for you to get the chance to 'greet' me." Because, really, he could suddenly decide to tip something else over her head. Pout.
A simple misunderstanding? She did not think so! Or...well she didn't really know ofcourse. "Really... Well, if you don't want to tell me... I understand." She said with a little shrug and turned away to clean up a little bit of the peas from a students foot. Ofcourse, she was really curious, but perhaps he had done something he didn't need reminding of. Being the Hufflepuff that she was, she shouldn't make him feel uncomfortable. She'd even tell him she would be there for him if he wanted to talk...buuuuut if it was anyone else because she didn't really like him, so...
She turned back to look at him, her brow scrunched up slightly at his question. Her eyes narrowed and she was sure he was joking. Because, why would he care? Or did he?
Sarah the Prefect was still watching... "Ofcourse." She simply said with a nod and what was supposed to look like a genuine (soft) smile. She might even have calmed down enough to actually have meant it. But it still hurt when she thought of how he had rubbed her face with the potato. She felt sort of humiliated by that.
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A rodent? He thought the badger on the banner was a rodent? Sarah tilted her head to get a good look at their treasured yellow and black banner, to see for herself.Errr, nope.Nothing like it, so she could understand why Miranda had been a little peeved.Still didn't excuse the food throwing, and arguing in front of everyone.
"Exactly, 15.In your fifth years.And as such should be trying to set a good example." That's right, Sarah, try and make them feel humiliated.Maybe they'd think twice about doing it again.Not that she liked trying to do that to a friend, of course, but in this situation it was inevitable.
She eyed them both as they apologised to each other, to her and the surrounding students. "Oliver Greenwood?" She made a mental note of his name, and vowed to keep an eye on him.He may be saying sorry, but Sarah had the distinct impression he didn't really mean it.
And then they offered to clean it up, albeit slightly reluctantly on his part, it seemed. "Thank you Miranda, Oliver.That would be a very good idea.Can't have the poor house elves cleaning up after your mess now, can we?" Sarah smiled, then raised an eyebrow as they started to argue again about the best way to clean?!
"I....this....could....wha-....will you two please just shut up!" Sarah was actually starting to get a teeny weeny bit annoyed now.A lack of food did that to her. "Look," she sighed, trying to calm herself down.Control, Sarah.Control. "I don't mind how you go about cleaning all...this up," wave of the hand at the general mess. "Just so long as you do.And do it quietly? Please!"
That was better.Well half better.They were cleaning, but not quietly.-MEGASIGH- Shaking her head, Sarah unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips. "Can I trust that the two of you will now get on? That I can go back to have my dinner without fear of another fight?" She was so desperately hungry.Please say yes.
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Oliver looked thoroughly bored as they were scolded by the fuddy duddy prefect. Blah blah blah, yada yada yada. He was tempted to yawn dramatically restrained himself from doing so... as she was a prefect an all and he was BEHAVING himself! YES. He was. Nod, nod, nod.
Or, at least, trying to.
At fifteen they were supposed to be setting a good example? What? What parallel universe was this one from? “No.” He replied flatly. “We're fifteen. We should be enjoying life. Not acting like a bunch of old pensioners. And this...” He gestured to the mess of peas and potato on the floor. “...was a lot of fun. Believe me.”
Ah.. but this prefect wasn't all that bad, was she? She seemed pretty happy when they both offered to help clean up. “No problemo, prefecto.” He said with a wink. As long as the Rabid Rodent over there didn't start screeching like a strangled rat again, there would be NO fighting. “Yes, you can trust us.” He replied. His eyes flicked to Miranda and gave her a look as if to say, 'can't she, Missy?'
Miranda was almost tempted to say 'Yes mum', not to mock her, but because it was reflex. Merlin, she was supposed to be setting an example. Oh god, let this be over.
She nodded, her head dropped at Sarah's thankyou's. This was bad. Oh.
Her frown appeared and she was getting more annyoed at the boy when the Prefect clearly showed them both - and the school - what a strong voice she had. Screaming! Ah!"Yes, quietly. Mhm!" She almost squeaked, sort of frightened now.
Get on? Yeah, ofcourse they could. This wasn't worth it.
She didn't look up at Oliver, but talked to the floor. "Yes. Ofcourse. It won't happen again. Go get some food...it's delicious." With that, she stepped closer to the Slytherin boy, her voice becoming quieter. "Let's just get this over with, okay?" She was feeling pretty shameful right now. Maybe she had overreacted? She could've just...stepped away. And she had sort of started this.
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