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100 Drabbles for Baboon Boy and Memory Charm - Sa13+ Hello! My name is Katie and I play Oliver Greenwood, also known as Baboon Boy, in the school rpg. His best friend is Trixie Malfoy, A.K.A Memory Charm, rp'd by Lottie. These drabbles are about their close friendship. The good, the bad and the damn right ugly! Themes 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes “Jeez! You're like a ruddy Storm Trooper..” Oliver's tone was mocking. Trixie couldn't hit a target for love nor money. “Ok.. c'mon... hard as you can now.” He thew ball again. This was gonna be good. Fourth time lucky. TWACK! WOOOOO! And she hit it! He grinned broadly... but the smile soon fell off his face. o_O Oh my... JEE- THUNK! The ball smacked him right between the eyes knocking him over backwards onto the grass. Owie. “Niceee onnne Trrixx.” He slurred and stuck a thumb up in the air. Znnnnng... Then... nothing. Capt'n Greenwood was out cold. |
What the heck did he look like? “Oliver you look like a tangerine” “Your looking at a bad angle” he retorted. “Yeah suuuuuuure” the girl replied sarcastically. “At least I don’t look like a muffin” he replied. “A MUFFIN?!” “Yeah a blueberry one” In Trixie’s mind that clearly meant really chubby. Jeez wasn't he the nicest bestie you could ever have? Pfft yeah right. Why blue? Ah well…Hmph SLAP Hehe *insert evil snigger here* The Blonde had practically just left a red handprint across the Head Boys cheek. The look on Olivers face pretty much said it all…. O______O |
“Oliver, don't you think it would be a little strange being able to talk to snakes?” He averted his gaze from the large boa constructor to look Trixie. “Strange? No way! Imagine the fascinating conversations you could have.” He smirked at this thought and went back to watching Mr Snakey. “Alright, Snake Boy. What would you ask it?” She smirked playfully. “I'd ask him what it's like to be able to swallow a whole goat all in one go.” He licked his lips. Nommy. Trixie scrunched up her face. “Ew! Oliver! You are SO gross sometimes!” |
Trix still wasn't quite sure how building boats in History of Magic got to becoming Pirates but it was incredibly fun anyway. And the light sabre sound effects coming from Oliver wielding a plastic sword just made things funnier. “Znnnng, swooooosh, wiangzzzz.” “You look like an idiot” “You look like an idiot too.” Man Lainey’s HoM was so fun. *Giggle* Once Trixie was done with the flag she had been making the whole lesson, she held it up to show ‘the Captain’. ““Aye likes it, ya horn swollgin' scallywag!” O______o Maybe Oliver liked being a pirate a little TOO much…. |
Eyes closed, slack jawed, arms stretched out in true zombie fashion, Oliver was off for a nice early morning stroll. “Ouch!” Trixie whined as someone bumped her. She scowled, ready to scold the person in question.. but her eyes widened at the vision that greeted her. She giggled. 'haha! Nice Spider-Man pyjamas, Olliwolliver.' But Trixie being an intelligent and well read student knew you weren't supposed to wake a sleepwalker. She smirked naughtily, opening the door to let Oliver out. “Bye, Spider-Boy.” She waved and giggled as he shuffled over the threshold and staggered off down the corridor. |
(For Lisa <3) Christmas. In true Scottish fashion it's snowing. What better way to spend your day then out by the lake? That's until a snowball is thrown at your head and you hear a snigger from behind. Three guesses who that was.... With a roll of the eyes, Trixie picked up a handful of snow and chucked it straight back at the culprit. Not long and snow was flying everywhere. All went quiet at the arrival of Prefect Nancy…. “Err…Hey?” she asked a little confused as to why they’d stopped. Two mischievous grins and two large snowballs flew straight at Nance. |
“This is too much.” Oliver was stunned by Trixie's generosity. “Don't be daft. You're only eighteen once - I want you to have it.” He studied the broom carefully, running his hand down the smooth handle. This was THE best broom on the market. “I don't know what to say...” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “That's a first..” She teased. “But thank you would be a good start.” He smiled and leaned over, planting a kiss on the Slytherin's cheek. “Thanks.” He said softly, oblivious to the heat and colour now rising in his bestie's cheeks. |
Was it Trix or was Oliver like, obsessed with Star Wars? “What do you mean you don’t know what Star Wars is?” the older Slytherin asked. “Hellooo. Pureblood. Living in the Middle of NOWHERE” she rolled her eyes “Do you even own a TV?” “The box thingy with moving pictures in it? Yeah….Since like last year” Trix couldn’t help but giggle at the flabbergasted expression on her besties friend. Just because she was obsessed with some green dude thing that went on about forces a lot Well she knew what he was getting for Christmas this year…… |
“I have a cunning plan.” Glinting eyes, looked from Trixie to the Willow. “You distract it, while I run in and go all severing charm on it's butt.” Trix was the gazillionth person he had asked for assistance but no one was She gave him a look... one that clearly said, 'You're MENTAL!' “What? All you've got to do is stand back looking pretty while I do the dangerous stuff.” She reached over and slapped him on the back of his curly head. Pffft. “Could've jus' said no, you know?” Pout. |
Yeah Astronomy. One of Trixie’s favourites. Not quite sure about Oliver though…. The fact that he was more focused on everything else rather then what Professor Antares was saying would tell you otherwise. “You have the attention span of a 5 year old….” “It’s called ADHD luv” She could have sworn that was his excuse for everything. Pffft…. And what did he do for the rest of the lesson? Yeah talk… A lot. About being bored. “Do you know, your really are annoying….Now will you shut it I’m trying to listen” O____O Jeez someone was a little grumpy today….. |
Swotty Trixie wasn't on the ball today. “Why's ours purple when everyone else's is yellow?” Oliver whispered. Trixie frowned at the Head Boy. “...Oliver, you've forgotten the bicorn horn.” And sure enough, on the bench in right in front of the boy was the horn ready to be powdered. “CRAP!” He whispered, glancing at Lafay. “...Better late than never?” So he added it. Whole. Angry bubbles rose to the top of the purple mixture. KAAAAAAH-BLAMO! Two soot covered faces looked towards the front of the room bracing themselves for an explosion of an entirely different kind... |
Oliver REALLY knew how to get on Trixie's nerves. Like Really. So when Oliver had just come out of the hospital wing after Trixie knocked him out with a cricket ball *whistle* she could have sworn he was gonna kill her. "I'm staying here" the Blonde protested after he beckoned her over. Pfffft.....Hardly likely....Here was a safe distance. "Well if your not gonna come over here then fine" the Slytherin male faced the other way. *Pout* Well that JUST wouldn't do. Attention seeking and big ego'd Trixie walked straight over to the Captain and..... *Poke* Yeah ignore that! |
Oliver had never given Trixie a reason to be fearful of him yet she was refusing to come any closer. He sighed. “Look.. I know you didn't mean to hit me.” He said softly. “I told you it was an awesome shot. I'm not gonna do anything, I swear. I've missed you.” …. “...If you promise...” She sat beside him, casting him a cautious look. “...I've missed you too.” Trix could be so cute when she wanted to be. He slung his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “No hard feelings...” |
It was hard to see anyone on the dance floor at the Yule Ball. There were people dancing everywhere you looked. But he spotted her alone after her date had left to get drinks. "May I have this dance?" the Slytherin slipped over next to her. "As long as your not going to go all John Travolta on me" she said jokingly turning around to face her bestie. "And no Moonwalks." She was being serious. "I'd love to Oliver" she grinned whilst blushing. Being a trained dancer Trixie was extremely critical. Lets just say didn't stay quiet for long.... |
Trixie stared at Oliver. Oliver stared at the pretty young woman with golden, shinnnnnny hair... and that smile? Sigh. “Shut your mouth or you'll catch flies.” She repeated something he had once said. “....Huh?” Came the vacant response. She put her had to his jaw and forced his mouth closed with a snap. He didn't notice. “Have to... to go talk to...” He mumbled. “Helloo-oooo?” She waved her hand in front of her eyes. “Oliver. You're just going to make a fool of yourself. Nothing. This was useless! Up he got and off he went... |
It had been a couple of days since the dance lessons for the Yule Ball and Trixie could remember one thing. Oliver promised to show her his Moonwalk. That day, Hogsmeade had been open for the students to go visit. "Trix did you get lost?" Yeah she did actually, hence why she was in some dark Alley Way. "Do I look like I want to be here?" she blinked turning around to face him. "Shall we go get a butterbeer?" he asked. "Only if you show me that John Travolta Inpression" She STILL never got to see it. Meanie *pout* |
[For Lottiepoo <333] “Urgh..” Oliver groaned clutching his stomach. “I don't feel well.” “Still?” Trixie frowned, touching a palm to Oliver's forehead. “Merlin, you're burning up.” She stood. “C'mon. Hospital Wing.” Oliver's eyes widened and he shrunk into his chair. “No.. I'm not that bad. Seriously.. I just need sleep." “You're such a wuss.” The blonde rolled her eyes. He pouted “It's better to let your body fight these things off naturally.” Trixie clucked, flapping her arms like wings. “Chiiiiiiiickennnn.” Groaning again Oliver closed his eyes, shutting off Trixie and the world around him. |
Authors Choice The embarrassing photo of Oliver lie on the Common Room table. "Where did this come from?" the concerned voice of the Head Boy came along. "Oh that one was funny...." The look of realisation on Olivers face made Trixie slightly worried. "You've been taking pictures of me?" there was very slight hysteria in his voice. O____________________o "Erm....Err...Yes?" the Blonde went slightly quiet. When he worded it like that it did sound bad. "Why don't I remember this?" "..You were sleepwalking" she answered. "You've been taking pictures of me SLEEPING?!?!" he shouted. Oops. Well SHE did have good reasons behind them. HMPH! |
Trixie was reading. Oliver sighed contentedly as he flopped onto the sofa next to her. She didn't look at him. He frowned -Oliver DESPISED being ignored. Fine then... Off came his shoes, then his socks. 'Ignore me will yer?' With lightening speed he had Trixie's book in his possession and his old stinky Quidditch sweat soaked socks were jammed under her nose. “OLIVER! They STINK!!” She squealed. He grinned evilly, ignoring her protests–two could play at that game. But the next thing he knew, her wand was in his face. The socks fell from his hand onto the floor. |
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