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Post by OLIVER EMMETT LONGBOTTOM on Mar 4, 2014 17:40:54 GMT -5
He looked at his watch, detention made him miss dinner. With a sigh he looked around the dungeons as his stomach rumbled loudly. It wasn't even his fault. His teacher was just being the narrowminded egotistical butthead, as per usual. And Ollie carefully reminded him that he might be able to breath better if he got his head out of his ass. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best way of phrasing things. But in his defense, it was totally needed. His eyes landed on the portrait in front of the kitchens and tickled the pear, in hopes the elves could take care of him. After all Ollipop loved the elves. He would spend hours in here talking to them. They were far more interesting than studies anyway. Plopping down on one of the four long tables, Ollie grinned at Fifi, one of the newbies and ordered whatever leftovers they had. Soon he was surrounded by plates and entirely contented pigging out. He pulled out 1984, a british novel from forever ago, and began flipping through the pages until he found where he left off. The plates were cleared except his pumpkin juice, and Ollie lost track of time, as he read through orwell, eating every word. Enjoying this far more than any potions book his professors could assign to him. It was probably nine by then, but the hufflepuff didn't care at all.
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Post by CHARLOTTE VIVIENNE MONTAGUE on Mar 4, 2014 19:02:49 GMT -5
Class had been terribly boring. The highlight of her afternoon had been when she had taken house points away from a kid for cheating...which was just sad and desperate. Letting out a sigh, the blonde had packed her books up, leaving her favourite desk in the library to head to the kitchens. Out of necessity, she had skipped most of dinner to finish up homework and make time for ballet. Well, make time for stretching, at least. With a pair of pointe shoes tied in a bow and hanging over her shoulder, Charlotte was met with the brisk air of the dungeons. Her stomach way angry at her, she was sure. Tickling the pear in the portrait, she stopped in placed before an irritated sigh escaped her rosy lips. "I can't even get an hour alone without seeing your face. Charlie sat multiple seats away, wrinkling her nose at the house elf before asking for blue moo cookie dough. Her eyes lit up considerably when the bowl of ice cream was placed in front of her. "Don't you have detention or something? I could always give you another one to serve." Her lips quirked up before she took a bite, reveling in the taste. If she was being honest, the only time she ever got to eat sweets and ice cream, was at Hogwarts. Her mother refused to buy them for her at home because they were "bad." That might have been the only reason she was so sad to leave every year. "'Freedom is slavery,'" she murmured before taking another bite. "Or in your case, more time for trouble...and eating, apparently."
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Post by OLIVER EMMETT LONGBOTTOM on Mar 4, 2014 19:14:55 GMT -5
Deeply engrossed in his book, he barely heard the entrace of a young blonde terror. Of course. How did she always manage to find him!? Her words confused him slightly. Cant even go an hour without seeing his face? Surely it was so much longer than that. "Well," he looked at his watch, "Technically, it's been since class, which adds up to four hours." He nodded, content with his response. He was told to never feed the fire of bullies, but she was harmless. there wasn't much that the girl could say that would ever get a reaction out of him, and his smiles were often genuine. Sometimes he thought that spreading kindness could cure a cold heart. The bowl dropped in front of her and Ollie glanced over, curious. He was entirely amused at the fact that she actually ate sweets, often times thinking that she breathed fire in her spare time. Oliver almost told her so, but she spoke again. A chuckle escaped his lips, "Oh, no need." He spoke with only a hint of irony, "Your last one was sufficient enough. And well timed." He smiled cheekily, "I appreciate not being able to eat dinner, though thank goodness for Fifi." He gave the young house-elf a smile and returned his eyes to his book. Hoping the conversation wouldn't last too long. Her added quip at the end just made him smile, "Never too much time for food. It is life, after all." He took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
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Post by CHARLOTTE VIVIENNE MONTAGUE on Mar 5, 2014 18:51:12 GMT -5
Charlie scoffed at his smart retort. Of course it had been several hours, she was exaggerating. "No shit, Sherlock. I meant that I always see you around." Why couldn't he just zip it? The smartassery wasn't necessary; it just made her more irritated. Blondie has a chip on her shoulder. However, all was forgotten (for the most part) as the bowl of ice cream was placed in front of her. She could had have cried, it tasted to delightfully wonderful. My weakness. Her blissful moment was interrupted, unfortunately, when the Gryffindork beside her decided to speak again. Truth was, that she probably issued him the most detentions out of anyone in their year. Not only to take away house points, but in a sad attempt to piss him off. Despite her effort, he always seemed to not mind...which infuriated her further...and he had just smirked at her threat. "I'm glad it's all amusing to you," the blonde mumbled, pushing her bowl away. "Do you have a retort for everything? Did your parent's drop you on your head a lot as a child? Because that would probably explain a lot." He was her favourite to bully and she had no shame in that. Charlie tended to hide just how intelligent she was. Despite being a pureblood, she was a fan of muggle literature; especially the classic that he had in his hands. If he wasn't so awful, he just might be appealing to her. Or just awful. "Know what else fuels life?" she quipped, smirking. "Death. That's a bit more extreme and...permanent, though."
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Post by OLIVER EMMETT LONGBOTTOM on Mar 5, 2014 19:12:49 GMT -5
He laughed recalling the retort he had made every since he was younger, "Bugger off, Watson." He replied, delighted at her reference. Still he listened amused to the rest of her comment. She always had such an acerbic tongue. Didn't she get tired of that? "Suppose that could be fixed if you looked the other way?" He offered, knowing she'd just make another remark at how ridiculous a notion. But if he didn't like someone, that's what he would do. Instead of prolonging the interaction by being overly rude and try and bully someone that had very few pressure points. "Why shouldn't it be amusing?" He shrugged, "It's water under the bridge. A detention isn't the end of the world." He heard her next question and was about to respond that, yes- in fact, he did have a retort for everything. Ollie snickered thinking over the fact that he was very possibly dropped as a child, "My father has always had some trouble with coordination. Wouldn't put it past him." But he took a drink of his pumpkin juice, "Besides, I think they'd have more to worry about if I never responded to anything." He smiled at her, eyes searching her face for a hint of humanity that might show through. She could really be pretty, he wondered if she ever gave anyone a genuine smile. And for a moment thought it'd be worth it for him to coax one out. Then thought better, "Eh." He remarked, pursing his lips as he considered her statement, "I wouldn't call it a fuel so much as the end point." He shrugged, "Then again, it's the fear of it that fuels quite a bit of people's behaviors." A quote from one of his favorite authors came to mind. "So it goes." He breathed, taking a drink of his pumpkin juice and returning his gaze to his book. It was at that moment that his brow furrowed. She'd made a reference to 1984? His eyes flicked over to her once again. "Question, Watson- Would you say war is your peace?" His eyebrows raised in an innocent gesture. But couldn oth elp but feel amused that he did not recognize one of the quotes he clung to- purely because it came from her lips. It seemed like something she would think. With how often she picked fights. Maybe that's how she calmed down?
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