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Between the Quidditch Pitch and the Front Gate is a small pond. Not more than thirty feet across in any direction, this small body of water is home to eight ducks. This is a peaceful abode, shaded by leafy trees and graced with five rickety, wooden benches. Much like next to Broc and Bonny’s pen, Mr. Firth has provided a container that holds small pieces of bread that the ducks love.
However, just like in the Butterfly Garden, you notice a small sign in the same scrawl that is clearly Mr. Firth's handwriting. This one reads: "Due to budget constraints, we can no longer stock bread for the ducks." A careful observer would also notice that there seem to be fewer ducks than there were last year.
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“Fair enough, but that bread is not good bread,” he chuckled quietly, feeling himself starting to ease around the boy, even if he didn’t know anything about him. He watched him as he ate. “Good first impression for me to see, then. I will forever remember you as the boy who was so desperate for bread that he nearly made me fall into a pond by impersonating a duck...” He nodded, agreeing that the boy acted before he thought. At least he wasn’t totally insane, just a bit... Weird. Harrison smiled as Harland started throwing it back out to the ducks, watching as they eagerly came back over.
“Oh, homeschooled?” He asked. That was interesting to him, for some reason. “I recognise you, though... Which is strange. I’ve been here since first year, but kind of kept my head down for most of it. I don’t like the idea of school too much...” He mumbled, before nodding. “Hufflepuff. Yes, the common room is rather untidy, but I spend most of my time out here anyway. Don’t like school common rooms much, either. But Dementors?” He blinked, raising his eyebrows again. Was it some kind of joke? Why on earth would their be Dementoors in the common room... “Uhm... No... No dementors,” he half smiled, worrying it was a joke.
"Any bread is good bread, mate, that's the beauty of it." Harland nodded wisely, patting Harrison on the shoulder. "So long as I can stick it in my mouth, it's good!" That was his proverb that he liked to live by. "Hey, hey, you have to add something to that there, my fellow student. The man," He was so not a boy. Nope. "Who was so desperate for bread that he did an awesome impersonation of a duck to get it." You couldn't leave out the fact that it had been an awesome impersonation. He'd even done the facial expression! That was dedication! He looked to the pond and nodded. Mission accomplished; ducks were back!
"Yep! My folks let me come here for sixth year and seventh year, though, they didn't trust themselves with teaching me through the NEWTs." Neither did he, if he was honest. He'd prefer to have professionals. "Well, I got here about two weeks-ish ago? Maybe you've seen me around in those couple of weeks?" Or... "Or maybe you've been secretly stalking me! Or we were childhood best mates! Or you're a ghost! Or I'm a ghost!" He nodded, a serious expression on his face. He couldn't keep it up for long, though, and finally let out a small laugh. "I just didn't expect it to be that messy!" He shrugged. "I expected it to be clean, and nice, and warm, and not dusty, and... Yeah." That was pretty much it. He just hadn't been expecting that."It was creepy... It felt..." Slowly, Harland shook his head. He couldn't really describe it. "Cold."
"Any bread is good bread, mate, that's the beauty of it." Harland nodded wisely, patting Harrison on the shoulder. "So long as I can stick it in my mouth, it's good!" That was his proverb that he liked to live by. "Hey, hey, you have to add something to that there, my fellow student. The man,"He was so not a boy. Nope. "Who was so desperate for bread that he did an awesome impersonation of a duck to get it." You couldn't leave out the fact that it had been an awesome impersonation. He'd even done the facial expression! That was dedication! He looked to the pond and nodded. Mission accomplished; ducks were back!
"Yep! My folks let me come here for sixth year and seventh year, though, they didn't trust themselves with teaching me through the NEWTs."Neither did he, if he was honest. He'd prefer to have professionals. "Well, I got here about two weeks-ish ago? Maybe you've seen me around in those couple of weeks?" Or... "Or maybe you've been secretly stalking me! Or we were childhood best mates! Or you're a ghost! Or I'm a ghost!" He nodded, a serious expression on his face. He couldn't keep it up for long, though, and finally let out a small laugh. "I just didn't expect it to be that messy!" He shrugged. "I expected it to be clean, and nice, and warm, and not dusty, and... Yeah." That was pretty much it. He just hadn't been expecting that. "It was creepy... It felt..." Slowly, Harland shook his head. He couldn't really describe it. "Cold."
Harrison chuckled and nodded. “I guess bread is bread. Especially if you like food... I’m just not quite as keen as you appear to be,” he smiled. Harland obviously seemed to enjoy his food a lot, if he was excited about and desperate to eat stale bread, but he didn’t look like he ate too much, not at all. “Man? Already?” He laughed, “whatever you say, -” he broke off, realising he didn’t know the boy’s name yet. Hopefully it would come up in the conversation; he wasn’t exactly the most easygoing when it came to talking to new people, but he seemed like a nice bo- man.
He nodded, imagining what it would be like to be homeschooled. It was an appealing idea – no organised classes or lessons or groups. It would be much more free. Of course, the teaching wouldn’t be as good, but Harrison hated anything organised like how school was... Too many rules and behaviour patterns to follow. He only kept to rules and the correct behaviour so as not to draw attention or kick up a stupid fuss, or because he purely wanted to keep to them himself. “I would like to have been homeschooled, but I get what you mean about the teachers. And my dad couldn’t cope with teaching me and his job.” He laughed, “seeing you around is probably the most likely explanation... You don’t look like a ghost, and I’m certainly not.”
He thought back to the Hufflepuff common room, thinking mainly of the plants. He liked the plants... Much better than a lot of the people. And it was the human messiness that bugged him. A little natural dust was okay. “I just disliked the lack of personal space,” he admitted, “we have plants everywhere, but they’re the best part.” He felt Harland’s tone become lower as he mentioned the dementors, turning away from the ducks and looking up at him. They said those who got too close to dementors for too long were never the same again... And he seemed to show an essence of that even from feeling them once. “Why are they in there?” He whispered.
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Harrison chuckled and nodded. “I guess bread is bread. Especially if you like food... I’m just not quite as keen as you appear to be,” he smiled. Harland obviously seemed to enjoy his food a lot, if he was excited about and desperate to eat stale bread, but he didn’t look like he ate too much, not at all. “Man? Already?” He laughed, “whatever you say, -” he broke off, realising he didn’t know the boy’s name yet. Hopefully it would come up in the conversation; he wasn’t exactly the most easygoing when it came to talking to new people, but he seemed like a nice bo- man.
He nodded, imagining what it would be like to be homeschooled. It was an appealing idea – no organised classes or lessons or groups. It would be much more free. Of course, the teaching wouldn’t be as good, but Harrison hated anything organised like how school was... Too many rules and behaviour patterns to follow. He only kept to rules and the correct behaviour so as not to draw attention or kick up a stupid fuss, or because he purely wanted to keep to them himself. “I would like to have been homeschooled, but I get what you mean about the teachers. And my dad couldn’t cope with teaching me and his job.” He laughed, “seeing you around is probably the most likely explanation... You don’t look like a ghost, and I’m certainly not.”
He thought back to the Hufflepuff common room, thinking mainly of the plants. He liked the plants... Much better than a lot of the people. And it was the human messiness that bugged him. A little natural dust was okay. “I just disliked the lack of personal space,” he admitted, “we have plants everywhere, but they’re the best part.” He felt Harland’s tone become lower as he mentioned the dementors, turning away from the ducks and looking up at him. They said those who got too close to dementors for too long were never the same again... And he seemed to show an essence of that even from feeling them once. “Why are they in there?” He whispered.
"Without bread, we would have no sandwiches! Or toast! Or, heaven forbid, bread and butter pudding!" A world without bread and butter pudding... Butter pudding just didn't have the same ring to it, and he doubted he could eat that. He liked butter on things, but not plain butter. That was somewhere he just wasn't going to go. "Well, we'd die without food! I'm grateful it's here!" He laughed, before nodding seriously. "Of course I'm a man! Dude, seventeen! I count sixteen as a man, therefore I am a man." That was his logic, anyway. In America, you were practically an adult at sixteen, so there was some logic! He'd probably be very ecstatic once he turned eighteen...
Harland nodded. His parents had to take it in turns to teach him, his mother working a night job so she could teach him during the day, his father teaching him on his days off. He reckoned the fact that he was homeschooled had something to do with his behavior now. He was unruly because of the lack of rules. He didn't know exactly how to interact with other people. That was obvious from the whole impersonating a duck incident... He just wanted to make conversation and get bread, and that had been the first thing he'd thought of. "It was pretty cool. But longer hours because they couldn't sit there and mark every single bit of homework..." It had been rather boring, actually. No friends to mess around with, either. "Well, I'm glad we've sorted that out! I would hate to have not realised you were a ghost!"
"There were only two other people in there when I got there, and they scarpered because of the..." He trailed off, knowing he wouldn't have to explain any further. And he didn't really want to, if he was honest. "Plants? Man, we don't get many of them..." He wasn't good with plants. He liked them, sure, but he wasn't any good at looking after them... Most of the ones he owned ended up dying, thanks to him forgetting to water them, usually. When the question was voiced, he threw his arms up in the air. "I don't have the foggiest clue!" He was actually pretty annoyed about that, too. Why were they there? "They were just... There... Three of 'em..." He muttered, before shaking his head. No point in dwelling on the past. "But I guess it was okay." He was pretty sure Harrison wouldn't fall for that, who found Dementors okay? But it would hopefully get them off the topic.
"Without bread, we would have no sandwiches! Or toast! Or, heaven forbid, bread and butter pudding!" A world without bread and butter pudding... Butter pudding just didn't have the same ring to it, and he doubted he could eat that. He liked butter on things, but not plain butter. That was somewhere he just wasn't going to go. "Well, we'd die without food! I'm grateful it's here!" He laughed, before nodding seriously. "Of course I'm a man! Dude, seventeen! I count sixteen as a man, therefore I am a man." That was his logic, anyway. In America, you were practically an adult at sixteen, so there was some logic! He'd probably be very ecstatic once he turned eighteen...
Harland nodded. His parents had to take it in turns to teach him, his mother working a night job so she could teach him during the day, his father teaching him on his days off. He reckoned the fact that he was homeschooled had something to do with his behavior now. He was unruly because of the lack of rules. He didn't know exactly how to interact with other people. That was obvious from the whole impersonating a duck incident... He just wanted to make conversation and get bread, and that had been the first thing he'd thought of. "It was pretty cool. But longer hours because they couldn't sit there and mark every single bit of homework..." It had been rather boring, actually. No friends to mess around with, either. "Well, I'm glad we've sorted that out! I would hate to have not realised you were a ghost!"
"There were only two other people in there when I got there, and they scarpered because of the..." He trailed off, knowing he wouldn't have to explain any further. And he didn't really want to, if he was honest. "Plants? Man, we don't get many of them..." He wasn't good with plants. He liked them, sure, but he wasn't any good at looking after them... Most of the ones he owned ended up dying, thanks to him forgetting to water them, usually. When the question was voiced, he threw his arms up in the air. "I don't have the foggiest clue!" He was actually pretty annoyed about that, too. Why were they there? "They were just... There... Three of 'em..." He muttered, before shaking his head. No point in dwelling on the past. "But I guess it was okay." He was pretty sure Harrison wouldn't fall for that, who found Dementors okay? But it would hopefully get them off the topic.
“My goodness,” Harrison laughed softly at his companion, “you really love food. It’s okay, I don’t think the world could ever run out of bread. And if it did, I’m sure you’d find some other food which would be even better. Is it only bread that you love?” He grinned. “I guess... And seventeen is of age... But it’s hard to meet someone who introduces themself as a duck and call them a man straight away, you understand?” He fed the ducks some more bread, watching how easy and lazy their life was, wishing he could escape from the stupid control of school from time to him. “But by your standards, even I’m a man. And I don’t feel like one yet,” he smiled.
Harrison smiled as he watched Harland nod. He didn’t seem to care about what the others thought of him – if he was impersonating ducks to complete strangers. The lack of caring was something he held on to desperately whilst his peers started to flirt mindlessly with every girl in sight. It was sickening, but he really wasn’t interested in girls. It was much easier to sit by a pond and talk to a strange, random boy about ducks and bread. No expectations. “Homework...” he rolled his eyes and sighed. “I really can’t wait to get out of school and actually do something with my life, do you get what I mean?” He asked. He was a little jealous of Harland’s life at home – no having to make friends with people he wasn’t too keen on, and no overly organised systems. “I just don’t like systems...” He shrugged, “organised sports or school or beliefs just seem fake and forced to me. “ Harland had probably got bored and wouldn’t listened, but venting his feelings even just like this helped, somehow.
“Woah...” He nodded, wondering what on earth had happened. “Yeah, plants. I just kind of like them... They don’t have to follow a freaking system or set of rules. They’re cool, plants,” he said, before laughing sheepishly at how stupid he sounded, “sorry, I sound so strange. But, anyway, Dementors... They’re not okay... I’m not surprised there were only two other people.”
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“My goodness,” Harrison laughed softly at his companion, “you really love food. It’s okay, I don’t think the world could ever run out of bread. And if it did, I’m sure you’d find some other food which would be even better. Is it only bread that you love?” He grinned. “I guess... And seventeen is of age... But it’s hard to meet someone who introduces themself as a duck and call them a man straight away, you understand?” He fed the ducks some more bread, watching how easy and lazy their life was, wishing he could escape from the stupid control of school from time to him. “But by your standards, even I’m a man. And I don’t feel like one yet,” he smiled.
Harrison smiled as he watched Harland nod. He didn’t seem to care about what the others thought of him – if he was impersonating ducks to complete strangers. The lack of caring was something he held on to desperately whilst his peers started to flirt mindlessly with every girl in sight. It was sickening, but he really wasn’t interested in girls. It was much easier to sit by a pond and talk to a strange, random boy about ducks and bread. No expectations. “Homework...” he rolled his eyes and sighed. “I really can’t wait to get out of school and actually do something with my life, do you get what I mean?” He asked. He was a little jealous of Harland’s life at home – no having to make friends with people he wasn’t too keen on, and no overly organised systems. “I just don’t like systems...” He shrugged, “organised sports or school or beliefs just seem fake and forced to me. “ Harland had probably got bored and wouldn’t listened, but venting his feelings even just like this helped, somehow.
“Woah...” He nodded, wondering what on earth had happened. “Yeah, plants. I just kind of like them... They don’t have to follow a freaking system or set of rules. They’re cool, plants,” he said, before laughing sheepishly at how stupid he sounded, “sorry, I sound so strange. But, anyway, Dementors... They’re not okay... I’m not surprised there were only two other people.”
Harland nodded enthusiastically, crossing his legs together as he gazed out at the pond. That was one way of putting it, he guessed. "Yeah, I love food. I try not to eat too much because that would mean I would have to exercise and... Ugh, I hate exercising!" He said, wrinkling his nose up as he thought about it. Running around was not his idea of fun. His idea of fun was being a duck, evidently. "I love all sorts of food! Apart from squid and sushi. Those stuff are nasty," he said, "Heck, I'll eat octopus, beetles, etcetera, but I won't eat those." He had actually eaten octopus and beetles before. They weren't too bad, surprisingly. "Yeah, I understand where you're coming from! It's not everyday Harley Lewin comes up to you and pretends to be a duck!" He grinned, nudging him gently. Hey, this was easier than it looked, being nice and talking to people! "Well, you are a man!" He could say that, right?
"Yeah, no homework." Harland grinned, watching the ducks as his companion did. "It was pretty awesome, actually. Meant I could play on my games more!" That was the good thing with no homework, no work to do outside of school time. He always loved that, but the longer school still did make him groan whenever he woke up. People found it weird that he was homeschooled, actually, but he was never completely sure why. "Yeah, I get what you mean... I wanna go out and do something, actually give something back to the world. Maybe do something to help other people." He would quite like that, actually. Going to do proper work would mean being constricted... "Yeah, I don't like organised stuff. It just feels as if I have to conform, and I look bad when don't conform. Not that I care, though, or I wouldn't act like I do." He seemed to get excluded a lot back at his city. At least this guy didn't seem to mind at all! That made him feel pretty good, actually! "Hey, what is your name, anyways?"
"You're really against the system and stuff, aren't you? Are you a hippie?" Another thing people found annoying about him; he just came out and asked whatever he wanted. No subtlety, just blunt questions. He found it easier that way. He didn't think Harrison looked like a hippie, but then he didn't think they had a set view. They just acted like hippies. "Dude, you're talking to me. Can you actually sound strange?" He grinned, before nodding. "Mhm. Neither was I."
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He was eating ice cream with her.. Minerva was so happy to be sharing her yummy goodness with one of her ickle badgers. She noticed he only had one spoon full. The seventeen year old pouted a bit with this. She wanted to share her ice cream with him not just one spoonful, but she wouldn't argue it was his choice and that just meant more for her and the ducks. Speaking of ducks, "Yeah they do.. I don't remember all of them though. We need Duck Daddy for that. He's there dad and takes care of them and stuff.. I think. I do know that one is Sal and one is Si." Yep she helped name Si...
She watched him curiously as he seemed to not answer the magic questions and then his answer didn't seem super excited. How could anyone not be super excited about magic. She loved her muggle things, but now that she had her wand she didn't know if she could ever give that up. Chuckling a bit she thought about how funny that sounded to her, because she had made a decision a while ago that she probably would leave this behind. No she knew differently. "Well the world is endless with your wand Forrest."
Soccer.. well that's what she figured, "I have seen it, but I actually don't follow it much. I'm more into the American Football and Hockey." yes those were her two favorites, "and quidditch of course. Have you been to the matches? They are pretty exciting." She hoped the boy had been there and enjoyed himself.
"Have you had fun your first term at least? Made a lot of friends?" She hoped the first year was happy and enjoying himself. She smiled at his interest, "Well it's a really advanced spell, but I've been working on it all term. Want me to try it and we could see?" She tilted her head, "Professor Flamsteed is doing that?" She really needed to see him, but all he had to do was go see the muggle studies professor, they had watched movies here before.
"Wait don't take it away yet!"
There was something in the ice-cream... something that made him crave for it more... he was happy... so much happy than he used to be. "I need to eat more." Please? Please? He wanted to be happy too! Now he saw the craze: it was the BESTEST thing in whole world!
Oh yeah ducks, not ice-cream. "Duck daddy? They have daddy?" Haha. Hahaha. That sounded so stupid, but who was he to argue with Minerva? "Si and Sal." Nod nod. Now he knew, though he wouldn't distinguish between them the next time.
Yeah sure it was endless to those who managed magic. But he was a 90%, if not 100%, a failure, so it was usually a pain to him. He didn't comment though. He just shrugged. He wasn't going to argue about his magical abilities either.
Blegh. American football. He made a face. But she was save-able yet! She was still young. "Wanna see a real match in real stadium?" 'Cos, like, that was when one understood football. Though her love for American football explained her passion for Quidditch as well... both were kinda brutal and all. "Yeah. It's alright, I guess." Shrug. He hadn't really decided whether Quidditch was alright or not yet.
Friends... funny word. Even funnier in plural. He fidgeted a little. "Yeah I've met a few." He could only call Tobias as his friend... and Kahlan. Kace wasn't his friend yet... nor was Asher. "School's fine too." He got shier suddenly, and looked like this was the last topic he would like to talk about. Advanced spells were much more interesting, and it showed on his face.
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Tag heard a familiar word, yes, it was slightly distant from where he sat but he still heard it. He turned around and saw Alec bundling his way over to the blonde. Alec! Alec really needed a nickname from Tag. It sounded weird just calling him Alec.
The boy then looked up at his best friend as he address Tag in a fancy manner. " I'm gryffindorsy now, eh? Tag said with a slightly laugh when Alec had finished. " Nothing says friendship like sharing ice cream! " He continued laughing as he gently grabbed the bowl of ice cream from Alec.
He peered into the bowl and turned slightly red. " You're trying to embarrass me, I know it, mate. " Tag said as he spotted the jelly beans! Oh and look at that, because of the beans they had created an orange, green and whitefish swirl of colors on the ice cream. He then hastily passed Alec's bowl of ice cream. " And for you! Also, sit down, I feel weird having you stand up. " That sounded like an order but Alec knew it wasn't one.
Look at his Sweetcheeks looking happy! Alec grinned a little sheepishly as the blonde haired boy laughed, ruffling his hair as well once the boy had spoken. "Yeah, you are! I just... thought it'd sound fancy?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. Surely, Tag would understand his need to be fancy, yeah? They did have a fancy gathering back at the sweet shop in Diagon Alley.
And he was RIGHT! Nothing did say friendship like sharing a bowl of ice cream. "Wise words, leprechaun, wise words!" Nodnod.
Now it was Alec's turn to chuckle at Tag's words and even more so at the colour that had risen in the boy's cheeks. "I wouldn't be your best mate if I didn't embarrass you every now and then," And Tag would have done the same to him too, yeah? GRIN. ... OH! HEY! Ice cream for him too! "Thanks mate! And... yeah! Okay!" he said, taking a seat on the small grassy area right next to his blonde, Gryffindor counterpart, "So... this is an ice cream picnic while watching the ducks, then?"
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Look at his Sweetcheeks looking happy! Alec grinned a little sheepishly as the blonde haired boy laughed, ruffling his hair as well once the boy had spoken. "Yeah, you are! I just... thought it'd sound fancy?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. Surely, Tag would understand his need to be fancy, yeah? They did have a fancy gathering back at the sweet shop in Diagon Alley.
And he was RIGHT! Nothing did say friendship like sharing a bowl of ice cream. "Wise words, leprechaun, wise words!" Nodnod.
Now it was Alec's turn to chuckle at Tag's words and even more so at the colour that had risen in the boy's cheeks. "I wouldn't be your best mate if I didn't embarrass you every now and then," And Tag would have done the same to him too, yeah? GRIN. ... OH! HEY! Ice cream for him too! "Thanks mate! And... yeah! Okay!" he said, taking a seat on the small grassy area right next to his blonde, Gryffindor counterpart, "So... this is an ice cream picnic while watching the ducks, then?"
Did Alec know that Tag liked it when people played with his hair? Because he did, he'd get that good looking messy hair do. Heh. Ok, so if Alec didn't have a nickname Tag went about and copied Alec with the whole fancy name stuff. " Well, Alec fake middle name Dax of the holiday of the Summer, Summers, it did sound very fancy! An I congratulate you on that! " Tag said as he bowed at the badger in return. He quickly spooned some ice cream and let it and the beans slowly melt in his mouth.
" I do particularly enjoy it when my words are called wise!" Grin.
Alec did have a point. All best friends embarrassed each other at one point or another. It was just how life was lived! " Ice cream and ducks, this sounds really "us". I wish I could serve the ducks some of this delicious ice cream. They deserve it!" Such a shame really.
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Did Alec know that Tag liked it when people played with his hair? Because he did, he'd get that good looking messy hair do. Heh. Ok, so if Alec didn't have a nickname Tag went about and copied Alec with the whole fancy name stuff. " Well, Alec fake middle name Dax of the holiday of the Summer, Summers, it did sound very fancy! An I congratulate you on that! " Tag said as he bowed at the badger in return. He quickly spooned some ice cream and let it and the beans slowly melt in his mouth.
" I do particularly enjoy it when my words are called wise!" Grin.
Alec did have a point. All best friends embarrassed each other at one point or another. It was just how life was lived! " Ice cream and ducks, this sounds really "us". I wish I could serve the ducks some of this delicious ice cream. They deserve it!" Such a shame really.
Tag's hair was so BLONDE! And soft too. And Alec couldn't help but wonder if the dude had been using that hair pampering kit for men that Alec had gotten for him over Christmas. Before he could ask the boy about that, though, Tag was being fancy in return, making Alec chuckle. "Thanks, Sir Tageth!" Tageth... nah, Sweetcheeks was better. "And I, in return, congratulate you on sounding just as fancy!" He made a tipping off his fake!hat gesture to the fifteen year old. GRIN.
"Well... consider yourself to be a wise, blonde leprechaun!" Nodnod.
Ice cream and watching the ducks... yeah, Alec could see where that connection could be made to the two of them. "Yeah, it does! All we need is some mac and cheese, too and we're set!" Mac and cheese... or was it just pasta? "Oh! And... maybe some bacon and pepperoni pizza?" Which... they actually needed to make some of soon. ... Ducks eating ice cream? "Yeah they do! It's... a shame that ice cream isn't a part of their diet."
Krysti walked towards the Duck Pond and started watching the ducks. There weren't that many of them at this time of year. She sighed. There wasn't really anything to do right now, so she sang a tune of Erick Pimplechest.
Krysti walked towards the Duck Pond and started watching the ducks. There weren't that many of them at this time of year. She sighed. There wasn't really anything to do right now, so she sang a tune of Erick Pimplechest.
Taylor sighed and danced around the duck pond, not watching where she was going or who was around her. Tay sang and dance, twirling this way and that. She was starting to forget about her worries and cares finally... that is until she ran into a girl... singing a strange song. She instantly backed away. "Sorry..."
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Tag's hair was so BLONDE! And soft too. And Alec couldn't help but wonder if the dude had been using that hair pampering kit for men that Alec had gotten for him over Christmas. Before he could ask the boy about that, though, Tag was being fancy in return, making Alec chuckle. "Thanks, Sir Tageth!" Tageth... nah, Sweetcheeks was better. "And I, in return, congratulate you on sounding just as fancy!" He made a tipping off his fake!hat gesture to the fifteen year old. GRIN.
"Well... consider yourself to be a wise, blonde leprechaun!" Nodnod.
Ice cream and watching the ducks... yeah, Alec could see where that connection could be made to the two of them. "Yeah, it does! All we need is some mac and cheese, too and we're set!" Mac and cheese... or was it just pasta? "Oh! And... maybe some bacon and pepperoni pizza?" Which... they actually needed to make some of soon. ... Ducks eating ice cream? "Yeah they do! It's... a shame that ice cream isn't a part of their diet."
Out of all his names, Sir Tageth, was the least common, so Tag was a bit surprised when Alec mentioned it. Though, after a thought or two, he figured Alec had said it because it fit in perfectly with the conversation they were having. They were throwing out compliments on their fanciness and Tag couldn't help but make his smile as broad as he could. He then made a circle with his fingers and put them up to his eye, like a monocle. "Thank you for the kind words Mr. Summers. I, in return, would like to share my monocle with you. If you wish." said the blonde in return, as he pretended to take the monocle off his eye, and hold it's chain out in front of him towards Alec.
Now! A wise, blonde, leprechaun was a triple threat. Nothing to take too lightly. "I'm a triple threat!" He said excitedly.
It was only fair that Tag got his favorite food included into this, yes? The ice cream was already here, but they did need mac and cheese or pasta." Mac and cheese yes! You said it correctly!" Yes! Alec was so right today. They needed pizza as well, the pizza Alec had mentioned, because that was the food they always had, or tried to make whenever they had some free time." Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, we need pepperoni and bacon pizza because, if its not ice cream or some sort of pasta, then it has to be pizza that we eat!"
Poor ducks were missing out on a good time. Poor poor poor ducks. An, then, a random thought popped into Tag's head. "Hey, what do ducks eat? I mean, they can't always eat the bread we give them, yeah? I mean wild ducks, not these ducks here at Hogwarts. Unless, we like, adopt or ducknap these ducks." Heh. Adopting, might take some time to persuade professor's and staff. But BAD TAG! Kidnapping, Ducknapping? was very bad.
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There was something in the ice-cream... something that made him crave for it more... he was happy... so much happy than he used to be. "I need to eat more." Please? Please? He wanted to be happy too! Now he saw the craze: it was the BESTEST thing in whole world!
Oh yeah ducks, not ice-cream. "Duck daddy? They have daddy?" Haha. Hahaha. That sounded so stupid, but who was he to argue with Minerva? "Si and Sal." Nod nod. Now he knew, though he wouldn't distinguish between them the next time.
Yeah sure it was endless to those who managed magic. But he was a 90%, if not 100%, a failure, so it was usually a pain to him. He didn't comment though. He just shrugged. He wasn't going to argue about his magical abilities either.
Blegh. American football. He made a face. But she was save-able yet! She was still young. "Wanna see a real match in real stadium?" 'Cos, like, that was when one understood football. Though her love for American football explained her passion for Quidditch as well... both were kinda brutal and all. "Yeah. It's alright, I guess." Shrug. He hadn't really decided whether Quidditch was alright or not yet.
Friends... funny word. Even funnier in plural. He fidgeted a little. "Yeah I've met a few." He could only call Tobias as his friend... and Kahlan. Kace wasn't his friend yet... nor was Asher. "School's fine too." He got shier suddenly, and looked like this was the last topic he would like to talk about. Advanced spells were much more interesting, and it showed on his face.
"Yes, try it please?" Faint smile.
Minerva's smile grew and she bounced a bit.. "You want more? Of course you can have as much as you want. If we run out we can just go back and get some." Yes because the kitchen was the best place to find it. That amazing frozen wonderful treat.
Laughing.. she was laughing hard at Forrest... "Yes they have a daddy, his name is Daichi... He's a seventh year.. Oh no.. what are they going to do without their duck daddy next term. Maybe he will take them all home with him, but then there won't be any left for us." She rolled with laughter more. She didn't even know why that was so funny. "Si... oh Si.. where are you.. Don't you want ice cream." Seriously duck.. Come get your ice cream.
She jumped to turn fully facing him. "A soccer match? Sure I love to watch sports." Of course that sounded fun. She wondered if Ethan would like to go as well. Then she gasped, "I need to teach you quidditch so than you will know all about it. Then you will love the game. It's a great game. It's so fun and exciting. It's FABULOUS!!" He just needed to know more about it was all.
Minerva gave him a huge smile, "Well I really hope you think of me as one of those friends." because all her badgers should think of her as a friend. She loved her friends. Oh he wanted her to try.. Alright she would.. Pulling out her bag she looked around in it.. "Oh no... " It wasn't in her bag.. Where could it be. She had dropped things out of her bag in Herbology and again in a corridor. Could it still be there. "My Ipod's missing..I guess I can't do the spell." Well that was sad, but she just kept laughing and had more ice cream.
Harland nodded enthusiastically, crossing his legs together as he gazed out at the pond. That was one way of putting it, he guessed. "Yeah, I love food. I try not to eat too much because that would mean I would have to exercise and... Ugh, I hate exercising!" He said, wrinkling his nose up as he thought about it. Running around was not his idea of fun. His idea of fun was being a duck, evidently. "I love all sorts of food! Apart from squid and sushi. Those stuff are nasty," he said, "Heck, I'll eat octopus, beetles, etcetera, but I won't eat those." He had actually eaten octopus and beetles before. They weren't too bad, surprisingly. "Yeah, I understand where you're coming from! It's not everyday Harley Lewin comes up to you and pretends to be a duck!" He grinned, nudging him gently. Hey, this was easier than it looked, being nice and talking to people! "Well, you are a man!"He could say that, right?
"Yeah, no homework." Harland grinned, watching the ducks as his companion did. "It was pretty awesome, actually. Meant I could play on my games more!" That was the good thing with no homework, no work to do outside of school time. He always loved that, but the longer school still did make him groan whenever he woke up. People found it weird that he was homeschooled, actually, but he was never completely sure why. "Yeah, I get what you mean... I wanna go out and do something, actually give something back to the world. Maybe do something to help other people." He would quite like that, actually. Going to do proper work would mean being constricted... "Yeah, I don't like organised stuff. It just feels as if I have to conform, and I look bad when don't conform. Not that I care, though, or I wouldn't act like I do." He seemed to get excluded a lot back at his city. At least this guy didn't seem to mind at all! That made him feel pretty good, actually! "Hey, what is your name, anyways?"
"You're really against the system and stuff, aren't you? Are you a hippie?" Another thing people found annoying about him; he just came out and asked whatever he wanted. No subtlety, just blunt questions. He found it easier that way. He didn't think Harrison looked like a hippie, but then he didn't think they had a set view. They just acted like hippies. "Dude, you're talking to me. Can you actually sound strange?" He grinned, before nodding. "Mhm. Neither was I."
Harrison twisted grass around his fingers absently as he watched Harland glance across the pool, nodding. “You don’t exactly look like you eat too much food,” he pointed out, “and excersise itself is okay... Sport is just overrated,” he replied, laughing at Harland’s hate of it. “Squid and sushi...” he shuddered, “I’m a vegetarian, I wouldn’t go near anything like that,” he chuckled. “No eating animals.” He had been a vegetarian all his life, and wanted to stick to that, although didn’t mind Harland liking meat. It would have made him laugh a lot if his companion was a vegetarian, though.
“Your name’s Harley?” He asked curiously, smiling, “like those Muggle motorbikes?” It was a fairly cool and sophisticated sounding name for a guy who was fairly cool – in Harrison’s books – and although not sophisticated, had a certain air about him. “I’m Harrison...” He smiled, hoping Harland wouldn’t adopt the name ‘Harry’ for him, like so many had done. He nodded as Harland spoke... It was like he was speaking his thoughts out loud, and it was a little spooky. “Exactly. What’s the point in spending years in school learning something I don’t need when we could go out and help people and animals and things... And not in an office, definitely not. But there’s too much to conform to... I’ll conform to things because I want to or just to keep my head down - because questions and stares just tire me, but I shouldn’t have to conform just so I don’t get people bugging me.”
He nodded once more, laughing quietly. “I don’t like the system, not at all. But a hippie... I don’t know... I guess you could put me in a group of people like hippies. I might fit in... But I wouldn’t want just to slot into a neat little group of hippies. It’s seems like society’s way to put the unordered into order. But I must have some hippie-like traits.”
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“Basketball...” Harrison thought out loud again, trying to place the name with something in particular, “Muggle sport, I’m guessing. Which I’ve never had any desire to know about. But I imagine there’s a ball and a basket?” He guessed, chuckling. “Yes... Girls swooning has become a larger problem these days. Not for me, thank Merlin, though.” He wondered how on earth he would put up with it. Some boys in their year were followed around by girls to no end. It would drive him up the wall. “I’m not as soft as a puppy!” He shook his head and smiled, “no way. I could punch or raise my voice, if I wanted. I just... I don’t really want to...” He laughed. “I have things I’d rather be doing with my time.”
“Nothing...” He nodded slowly, still a little sceptical, but hoping Harley was being honest with him – because Harley was nice and it was nice to have a good friend - , or just having a laugh that he didn’t understand. “I don’t mind weird,” he smiled. “But I didn’t really care at that age, either. I wouldn’t have stopped my parents, but I can’t imagine having any other name.”
“Doughnuts,” he laughed, “have you been to Hogsmeade yet?” He asked, muttering about how perfectly organised the trips were, and how he was half tempted to go when he felt like it. “I’ve never even used one or really seen them,” he admitted, “I live with just my dad, and he’s a wizard, so we don’t go near that stuff.”
He smiled, starting to find some pieces of grass which others had pulled up and making them into a chain as Harley spoke. “Thankfully, they don’t. I’m not ‘hot’ enough,” he grinned. “And I am?” The idea was strange to him... He’d never considered it before. “I guess not, but I’m not going to take anything to harm my body like that.”
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“Basketball...” Harrison thought out loud again, trying to place the name with something in particular, “Muggle sport, I’m guessing. Which I’ve never had any desire to know about. But I imagine there’s a ball and a basket?” He guessed, chuckling. “Yes... Girls swooning has become a larger problem these days. Not for me, thank Merlin, though.” He wondered how on earth he would put up with it. Some boys in their year were followed around by girls to no end. It would drive him up the wall. “I’m not as soft as a puppy!” He shook his head and smiled, “no way. I could punch or raise my voice, if I wanted. I just... I don’t really want to...” He laughed. “I have things I’d rather be doing with my time.”
“Nothing...” He nodded slowly, still a little sceptical, but hoping Harley was being honest with him – because Harley was nice and it was nice to have a good friend - , or just having a laugh that he didn’t understand. “I don’t mind weird,” he smiled. “But I didn’t really care at that age, either. I wouldn’t have stopped my parents, but I can’t imagine having any other name.”
“Doughnuts,” he laughed, “have you been to Hogsmeade yet?” He asked, muttering about how perfectly organised the trips were, and how he was half tempted to go when he felt like it. “I’ve never even used one or really seen them,” he admitted, “I live with just my dad, and he’s a wizard, so we don’t go near that stuff.”
He smiled, starting to find some pieces of grass which others had pulled up and making them into a chain as Harley spoke. “Thankfully, they don’t. I’m not ‘hot’ enough,” he grinned. “And I am?” The idea was strange to him... He’d never considered it before. “I guess not, but I’m not going to take anything to harm my body like that.”
“Oh, I forget that you guys don’t have those sports…” Harland grinned sheepishly, nodding. “Muggle sport. My Mam’s a muggleborn, my Dad’s a half blood, so I’m… Well, I got brought up around muggle things. Mam doesn’t want me to grow up ignorant to my muggle heritage.” He was glad, too, because muggle stuff was really cool. Like his computer! But he didn’t really think of it as muggle stuff, it was just… A computer. “Girls never went for me, either. Once again, their loss, I’m totally hot.” He winked, motioning to himself as he laughed. “And I don’t even have to try!” He grinned. “You are as soft as a puppy!” He nodded, moving so he was kneeling on the grass. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s nice to have a conversation with someone who isn’t going to punch me. Heck, if I managed to sniff you without being punched, you are soft.” Definitely wasn’t a bad thing, though.
Ack, and now Harrison seemed sceptical or something. Not happy, anyway. Would he get annoyed if he then found out that ‘Harley’ wasn’t his real name? Well, he didn’t have to tell him his name, just that it was a shortened name. “Harley’s short for my real name.” He said quickly. There we go. “Nah, Harrison is an awesome name! It’s like… I can’t describe it, but I think it’s cool!”
Harland shook his head. “Haven’t been to Hogsmeade yet. Maybe sometime soon-ish, though. Whenever the next trip is.” He was actually looking forward to going to Hogsmeade, everyone went on about it as if it was the best thing ever. He also wanted to try wizard sweets, he usually only got muggle sweets at home. His parents didn’t like to get him many wizard sweets for fear of the effects they’d have on him.
“I would think you’re not jealous of those who are followed around, though, right? Too… Conforming for you.” He smirked, watching Harrison’s hands work on the grass chain. He never had the patience for those, they just annoyed him and he ended up ripping them. “You are. And good, because I don’t think I would ever forgive you!”
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“I like to play this one… It’s called… Oh, Lord… I can never remember…” Harland shrugged. He would be good at it, too, if it weren’t for the fact that he kept forgetting which goal was his own. And if he had any aim at all… That was one reason he would probably never play Quidditch.”Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your mother. I doubt you’re adopted, and if you are, it’s kind of cruel to tell you at such an older age… It would be a shock to the system, right?” He knew that he would probably be very angry at his parents if he suddenly discovered that he was adopted. “I was pretty good at Muggle Studies, somehow. Might be something to do with the fact I live around it.” He grinned, before blinking. Well, he knew he was good-looking, but it was surprising that others actually came out and told him. “Thank you!” He smiled, looking out at the pond again. “I would say the same, but you look too innocent for me to even try commenting on your looks.” He teased, before nodding. “I just don’t think about that sort of stuff. I don’t really think of people as perspective partners, they’re just… People!” That was how he liked to look at things, anyway. “Hey, I made a great duck!” He laughed, before shrugging. “I dunno…”
“Ah, well, that would ruin the secret, wouldn’t it?” Harland chuckled. “I like to have an air of mystery around myself!” But maybe Harrison would know what it was? Well, he didn’t want to risk it. “It’s really stupid, though…”
Oh, Dementors. He shuddered once more, pulling his knees up. “Yeah… I don’t want to run into them again… Twice is enough…” He muttered, resting his chin on his knees. He hated looking so weak; he was a Gryffindor, for Merlin’s sake. Which was probably why he decided to go out and help despite the fact he couldn’t produce a Patronus… Reckless to the point of stupidity. “Yeah, if you wanna, you can show me when we can go.” He nodded. “I had some once or twice… It made me feel warm inside, it was nice!”
“I couldn’t stand having someone control me, really. If I did want to be in a relationship, it would have to be with someone who would just let me be me. And didn’t mind my stupid names.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around his legs.
“I like to play this one… It’s called… Oh, Lord… I can never remember…” Harland shrugged. He would be good at it, too, if it weren’t for the fact that he kept forgetting which goal was his own. And if he had any aim at all… That was one reason he would probably never play Quidditch.”Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your mother. I doubt you’re adopted, and if you are, it’s kind of cruel to tell you at such an older age… It would be a shock to the system, right?” He knew that he would probably be very angry at his parents if he suddenly discovered that he was adopted. “I was pretty good at Muggle Studies, somehow. Might be something to do with the fact I live around it.” He grinned, before blinking. Well, he knew he was good-looking, but it was surprising that others actually came out and told him. “Thank you!” He smiled, looking out at the pond again. “I would say the same, but you look too innocent for me to even try commenting on your looks.” He teased, before nodding. “I just don’t think about that sort of stuff. I don’t really think of people as perspective partners, they’re just… People!” That was how he liked to look at things, anyway. “Hey, I made a great duck!” He laughed, before shrugging. “I dunno…”
“Ah, well, that would ruin the secret, wouldn’t it?” Harland chuckled. “I like to have an air of mystery around myself!” But maybe Harrison would know what it was? Well, he didn’t want to risk it. “It’s really stupid, though…”
Oh, Dementors. He shuddered once more, pulling his knees up. “Yeah… I don’t want to run into them again… Twice is enough…” He muttered, resting his chin on his knees. He hated looking so weak; he was a Gryffindor, for Merlin’s sake. Which was probably why he decided to go out and help despite the fact he couldn’t produce a Patronus… Reckless to the point of stupidity. “Yeah, if you wanna, you can show me when we can go.” He nodded. “I had some once or twice… It made me feel warm inside, it was nice!”
“I couldn’t stand having someone control me, really. If I did want to be in a relationship, it would have to be with someone who would just let me be me. And didn’t mind my stupid names.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around his legs.
He laughed. “I wouldn’t know... The names mean little to me, unless I can work out the sport from the name.” He tried to think of Muggle sports... They all seemed about as stupid as Quidditch, just without magic. He’d never played Qudditch, and although some people thought he would be a good build for a seeker, he really didn’t care. And never intended to play it either.
“It’s fine,” he shook his head, “she probably wouldn’t be happy with me, and that would have reflected on me. I’m happy with just dad. And I suppose, but I wouldn’t really mind. I guess it would be a bit of a shock. It would for most people,” he laughed. “Yeah, I can imagine you are. I didn’t do too well in the exam,” he chuckled. It was his fault, because he didn’t revise enough, but he didn’t really mind. He knew the stuff he cared about and needed to know.
“Not at all,” he smiled, plaiting the grass longer and longer, “I don’t look innocent, though! I just look like... Harrison.”
He laughed, watching Harley. “Ruin your secret? Or you just don’t like it?” He asked curiously, chuckling. “I bet it’s not as stupid as you think, really.”
The boy shuddered and Harrison watched, frowning concernedly. He wanted to help Harley, because he was cheerful and suddenly seemed so upset and worried. He moved a little closer to the boy and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll avoid them. And keep some chocolate on you.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “I wouldn’t pretend to be someone else for the sake of going out with someone...”
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He laughed. “I wouldn’t know... The names mean little to me, unless I can work out the sport from the name.” He tried to think of Muggle sports... They all seemed about as stupid as Quidditch, just without magic. He’d never played Qudditch, and although some people thought he would be a good build for a seeker, he really didn’t care. And never intended to play it either.
“It’s fine,” he shook his head, “she probably wouldn’t be happy with me, and that would have reflected on me. I’m happy with just dad. And I suppose, but I wouldn’t really mind. I guess it would be a bit of a shock. It would for most people,” he laughed. “Yeah, I can imagine you are. I didn’t do too well in the exam,” he chuckled. It was his fault, because he didn’t revise enough, but he didn’t really mind. He knew the stuff he cared about and needed to know.
“Not at all,” he smiled, plaiting the grass longer and longer, “I don’t look innocent, though! I just look like... Harrison.”
He laughed, watching Harley. “Ruin your secret? Or you just don’t like it?” He asked curiously, chuckling. “I bet it’s not as stupid as you think, really.”
The boy shuddered and Harrison watched, frowning concernedly. He wanted to help Harley, because he was cheerful and suddenly seemed so upset and worried. He moved a little closer to the boy and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll avoid them. And keep some chocolate on you.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “I wouldn’t pretend to be someone else for the sake of going out with someone...”
“La… La… I don’t know…” Harland closed his eyes and thought, brows furrowing in concentration before it finally came to him. “Lacrosse! That’s it! I used to play that before I came here!” He grinned, nodding. “Run around with a massive stick, chuck the ball to others from the stick, score goals!” That was the basics, anyway. Sounded easy enough, but there were loads of rules.
“I guess some muggles just can’t take having a magical child… It’s sad…” He couldn’t imagine life without his mother, she was everything he could ever hope for. He just couldn’t imagine not having a mother’s love. “I would be very angry with my folks… It would be like keeping my whole life from me… That would suck!” He said, before laughing. “Exams don’t really matter, at least!”
“Well, Harrison looks very innocent. I’d say ‘cute’, but… I think that would just sound strange coming from my lips. As it just did.” He laughed.
“What is a man if he hath no secrets?” He mused, pressing a finger to his chin to imitate thinking. “It really is. It’s ridiculous, but… It is unique.” Very unique indeed.
He blinked when he felt the hand on his shoulder, but then relaxed, realising that it was just Harrison, Harrison who was as soft as a puppy. “I don’t think I would trust myself with chocolate. It’d be gone within the hour. Half an hour, maybe… I just don’t want to be sucked again.”
“I wouldn’t pretend to be someone else for any reason!” He shrugged. “Too much effort! I just wouldn’t be able to keep up!”
“La… La… I don’t know…” Harland closed his eyes and thought, brows furrowing in concentration before it finally came to him. “Lacrosse! That’s it! I used to play that before I came here!” He grinned, nodding. “Run around with a massive stick, chuck the ball to others from the stick, score goals!” That was the basics, anyway. Sounded easy enough, but there were loads of rules.
“I guess some muggles just can’t take having a magical child… It’s sad…” He couldn’t imagine life without his mother, she was everything he could ever hope for. He just couldn’t imagine not having a mother’s love. “I would be very angry with my folks… It would be like keeping my whole life from me… That would suck!” He said, before laughing. “Exams don’t really matter, at least!”
“Well, Harrison looks very innocent. I’d say ‘cute’, but… I think that would just sound strange coming from my lips. As it just did.” He laughed.
“What is a man if he hath no secrets?” He mused, pressing a finger to his chin to imitate thinking. “It really is. It’s ridiculous, but… It is unique.” Very unique indeed.
He blinked when he felt the hand on his shoulder, but then relaxed, realising that it was just Harrison, Harrison who was as soft as a puppy. “I don’t think I would trust myself with chocolate. It’d be gone within the hour. Half an hour, maybe… I just don’t want to be sucked again.”
“I wouldn’t pretend to be someone else for any reason!” He shrugged. “Too much effort! I just wouldn’t be able to keep up!”
“Lacrosse?” He smiled, “It sounds French...” He nodded slowly, knowing that he had never heard of it. The description sounded like most Muggle sports, though. Strange and kind of pointless. “I’ve never heard of it, though.”
“Yeah...” He nodded, “I guess a lot of the children will grow up in the wizarding world and not see their parents much when they get older... I’ve never had a mother, though, so I don’t even know what I’m missing,” he smiled. “Exams are really pointless... I’d like to leave school now.”
Harrison laughed and groaned, shaking his head and burying it in his hand carefully, so as not to break the grass chain. “I can’t believe you actually think that, Harley... You have reached new levels of weird.”
He nodded, wanting to know it, but not wanting to push him into saying it. “At least you can shorten it to something you like,” he smiled, “imagine being stuck with names you didn’t like and being unable to shorten them at all.”
“Well, I’ll start carrying it around, in case we come across them together,” he smiled, feeling Harley relax a little as he put the hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t used to the contact, either, but it seemed sort of instinctive. “And pretending to be someone else if something I really wouldn’t want to do...”
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“Lacrosse?” He smiled, “It sounds French...” He nodded slowly, knowing that he had never heard of it. The description sounded like most Muggle sports, though. Strange and kind of pointless. “I’ve never heard of it, though.”
“Yeah...” He nodded, “I guess a lot of the children will grow up in the wizarding world and not see their parents much when they get older... I’ve never had a mother, though, so I don’t even know what I’m missing,” he smiled. “Exams are really pointless... I’d like to leave school now.”
Harrison laughed and groaned, shaking his head and burying it in his hand carefully, so as not to break the grass chain. “I can’t believe you actually think that, Harley... You have reached new levels of weird.”
He nodded, wanting to know it, but not wanting to push him into saying it. “At least you can shorten it to something you like,” he smiled, “imagine being stuck with names you didn’t like and being unable to shorten them at all.”
“Well, I’ll start carrying it around, in case we come across them together,” he smiled, feeling Harley relax a little as he put the hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t used to the contact, either, but it seemed sort of instinctive. “And pretending to be someone else if something I really wouldn’t want to do...”
“Well, it’s a famous Canadian sport, and there are French Canadians, so I guess it is French! In a way, anyway.” Harland chuckled, looking up at the sky. “And no one flies. I like muggle sports more than wizard ones, they’re… Well, there are so many.”
“I think my folks would kill me if I stopped coming to see them! They’re worried that I’m going to leave them soon and never come back…” He shook his head. “I can’t imagine life without a mother. My Pa is lovely, but he doesn’t like to give out much affection… Mam does.” He nodded, before laughing. “Yeah, me, too!”
Harland grinned and nudged him with his foot. “Better get believing I think that, Harrison, or I’ll have to tickle you into believing. I didn’t realise there was a weirdness level after ‘impersonating a duck in order to get bread’.”
“Yup! Harley or Har, just not Harland.” He said, wrinkling his nose up, before blinking. “No! I hath no secrets now! I am not a man!” He whined, lying back on the floor and holding a hand to his heart. Of course, he had the middle name secret, but that wasn't as mysterious!
“Oh, thanks! But that means that you’re planning to talk to me again, doesn’t it?” He grinned. That was a relief; otherwise he’d have no one to talk to! He nodded. “I don’t see the point. I’m happy as I am!”
“Well, it’s a famous Canadian sport, and there are French Canadians, so I guess it is French! In a way, anyway.” Harland chuckled, looking up at the sky. “And no one flies. I like muggle sports more than wizard ones, they’re… Well, there are so many.”
“I think my folks would kill me if I stopped coming to see them! They’re worried that I’m going to leave them soon and never come back…” He shook his head. “I can’t imagine life without a mother. My Pa is lovely, but he doesn’t like to give out much affection… Mam does.” He nodded, before laughing. “Yeah, me, too!”
Harland grinned and nudged him with his foot. “Better get believing I think that, Harrison, or I’ll have to tickle you into believing. I didn’t realise there was a weirdness level after ‘impersonating a duck in order to get bread’.”
“Yup! Harley or Har, just not Harland.” He said, wrinkling his nose up, before blinking. “No! I hath no secrets now! I am not a man!” He whined, lying back on the floor and holding a hand to his heart. Of course, he had the middle name secret, but that wasn't as mysterious!
“Oh, thanks! But that means that you’re planning to talk to me again, doesn’t it?” He grinned. That was a relief; otherwise he’d have no one to talk to! He nodded. “I don’t see the point. I’m happy as I am!”
“Oh, of course, must be Canadian,” he smiled, nodding, “I’ve heard,” he said thoughtfully, “thankfully there aren’t many wizard ones people will try to force me into,” he followed his gaze.
“Yeah, especially after homeschooling you,” he nodded, “you must know them really well.” He thought of his father back home and smiled. “I get on well with my dad... We can be different, in ways, but he respects my views and understands why I have them. And he’s probably bigger on physical affection than most dads, but we don’t exactly hug all the time... That would worry me,” he chuckled.
Harrison jumped slightly, eyes widening as Harland threatened to tickle. He really was ticklish, from lack of being tickled by friends, he hadn’t had much chance to block it. Soft little Harrison could start curling into a ball of helplessness if he wasn’t careful. “I think you altogether makes up the top of the weirdness scale, but that’s a good thing.”
“Harland...” He mused over the name, smiling. “I kind of like it, and it’s not as bad as you make out,” he said kindly. “How does it relate to boats, though?”
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“Oh, of course, must be Canadian,” he smiled, nodding, “I’ve heard,” he said thoughtfully, “thankfully there aren’t many wizard ones people will try to force me into,” he followed his gaze.
“Yeah, especially after homeschooling you,” he nodded, “you must know them really well.” He thought of his father back home and smiled. “I get on well with my dad... We can be different, in ways, but he respects my views and understands why I have them. And he’s probably bigger on physical affection than most dads, but we don’t exactly hug all the time... That would worry me,” he chuckled.
Harrison jumped slightly, eyes widening as Harland threatened to tickle. He really was ticklish, from lack of being tickled by friends, he hadn’t had much chance to block it. Soft little Harrison could start curling into a ball of helplessness if he wasn’t careful. “I think you altogether makes up the top of the weirdness scale, but that’s a good thing.”
“Harland...” He mused over the name, smiling. “I kind of like it, and it’s not as bad as you make out,” he said kindly. “How does it relate to boats, though?”
"Moose don't play it, though." Harland joked, before nodding. "When I went to the playground, boys always tried to make me play football. I absolutely detest football." He said, frowning at the mere thought of it. He wasn't good at it at all, he couldn't aim his kicks and he wasn't the fastest runner out there.
"I like to think I know them really well..." Harland said slowly, before shrugging. "I know them as well as most muggle children know their parents. Not many of us go to boarding schools like this..." And by not many, he meant hardly any. They were way too expensive. "I'm glad you and your father get along, that's something, right? Mine gets annoyed at me quite a lot because of how I am, but that's fine, because... Well, it just is." Not many could stand his... Attitude, and he understood that.
Harland smirked as he observed his new friend's reaction to being tickled and began to move forward, hands held in front of him. "You believe that I think that, then, Harrison?" He asked, jerking his hands forward but not touching him once. "Of course, being weird is better than being normal. Being normal is boring and way too much work."
"Ugh, I hate it. It's too fancy." He grumbled, before shrugging. "I don't know. All I know is that he made ships and was based in Belfast. A company or something."
Minerva's smile grew and she bounced a bit.. "You want more? Of course you can have as much as you want. If we run out we can just go back and get some." Yes because the kitchen was the best place to find it. That amazing frozen wonderful treat.
Laughing.. she was laughing hard at Forrest... "Yes they have a daddy, his name is Daichi... He's a seventh year.. Oh no.. what are they going to do without their duck daddy next term. Maybe he will take them all home with him, but then there won't be any left for us." She rolled with laughter more. She didn't even know why that was so funny. "Si... oh Si.. where are you.. Don't you want ice cream." Seriously duck.. Come get your ice cream.
She jumped to turn fully facing him. "A soccer match? Sure I love to watch sports." Of course that sounded fun. She wondered if Ethan would like to go as well. Then she gasped, "I need to teach you quidditch so than you will know all about it. Then you will love the game. It's a great game. It's so fun and exciting. It's FABULOUS!!" He just needed to know more about it was all.
Minerva gave him a huge smile, "Well I really hope you think of me as one of those friends." because all her badgers should think of her as a friend. She loved her friends. Oh he wanted her to try.. Alright she would.. Pulling out her bag she looked around in it.. "Oh no... " It wasn't in her bag.. Where could it be. She had dropped things out of her bag in Herbology and again in a corridor. Could it still be there. "My Ipod's missing..I guess I can't do the spell." Well that was sad, but she just kept laughing and had more ice cream.
Forrest grinned then and reached forward for MORE. Minerva was so kind for sharing it with him! He owed her one... how could he pay her back? He took a spoon from the ice-cream and his grin got wider. Why worry for anything? He would just give her ice-cream. It was the best thing ever invented!
And Forrest was laughing BACK at her. He remembered vaguely that Daichi was the guy that had a good laugh over him just at the beginning of the term, and that he should actually dislike the boy and all but LALALA, who cared? He didn't know how the boy became a duck daddy, but it seemed irrelevant too. "He can't take them with him though. Hogwarts can't lose more." Reality kick in. Did Daichi eat ice-cream too?
...he was distracted though and just looked around himself to spot the duck. "No Minerva maybe it's bad for them." Besides, he wanted the ice-cream for themSELVES, see?
Oh football. He grinned foolishly again. "The season starts in August. You definitely have to see a match in August." Nooooood. He even got more serious, because football was serious business.
"Yeah I know the rules and all. I jus' need to see more matches." He paused to think whether there would be more matches or not. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure who won Quidditch Cup either. Hmm... "But you play well." Y'know, he'd watched HER. Griiiin.
He got another spoon and TEARS of ALL THE GOOD FEELINGS filled his eyes. She wanted to be his friend! No, she considered him as a friend! This was great! He wasn't socially awkward or something after all! Hufflepuff's best student wanted to be his friend. She was older than him too! Hogwarts was indeed full of wonders!
"Of course!" And who cared about stupid iPods and spells when she was his FRIEND and they had ice-cream? Disappointment tried to invade his heart but really, he was far too happy to care about small details now. She would just try it later. "'S fine. Let's eat ice-cream."Hehehe.
"Moose don't play it, though." Harland joked, before nodding. "When I went to the playground, boys always tried to make me play football. I absolutely detest football." He said, frowning at the mere thought of it. He wasn't good at it at all, he couldn't aim his kicks and he wasn't the fastest runner out there.
"I like to think I know them really well..." Harland said slowly, before shrugging. "I know them as well as most muggle children know their parents. Not many of us go to boarding schools like this..." And by not many, he meant hardly any. They were way too expensive. "I'm glad you and your father get along, that's something, right? Mine gets annoyed at me quite a lot because of how I am, but that's fine, because... Well, it just is." Not many could stand his... Attitude, and he understood that.
Harland smirked as he observed his new friend's reaction to being tickled and began to move forward, hands held in front of him. "You believe that I think that, then, Harrison?" He asked, jerking his hands forward but not touching him once. "Of course, being weird is better than being normal. Being normal is boring and way too much work."
"Ugh, I hate it. It's too fancy." He grumbled, before shrugging. "I don't know. All I know is that he made ships and was based in Belfast. A company or something."
He laughed softly. “I would hope not. I like moose...” he smiled. “They made you play it?” He asked, unaware of the pressure some Muggle boys face with football. But he hated the idea of being forced into organised sports. School was enough of that for him. He watched Harley frow again... He seemed to be less cheerful now, but it felt like a sign that he was more open with his emotions now he knew Harrison a bit better. Harrison liked this. A lot.
“You may well do,” he smiled, nodding, “are you an only child?” He wondered what it would be like to have a sibling, or several. Weird, definitely. He sort of knew most Muggles didn’t go to boarding school, but Harley seemed to know a lot more about stuff. Was their system just as bad, though? “Yeah, it is,” he smiled, “what do you mean by ‘how you are’, though?” He raised his eyebrows, wondering if his father didn’t like him for some reason.
Harrison squirmed a little, backing away from Harland slowly and cautiously, jumping and moving away from the threating hands. “Being normal is... I’m just fed up of sheep,” he concluded. “In a world of sheep, I am a goat,” he smiled apologetically. “Or maybe you’re the goat... They seem to eat everything,” he chuckled.
“It’s fine, really...” He smiled, “famous ships? Or just random ones...?”
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He was eating ice cream with her.. Minerva was so happy to be sharing her yummy goodness with one of her ickle badgers. She noticed he only had one spoon full. The seventeen year old pouted a bit with this. She wanted to share her ice cream with him not just one spoonful, but she wouldn't argue it was his choice and that just meant more for her and the ducks. Speaking of ducks, "Yeah they do.. I don't remember all of them though. We need Duck Daddy for that. He's there dad and takes care of them and stuff.. I think. I do know that one is Sal and one is Si." Yep she helped name Si... 
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