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Post by Batty Riggs on Nov 4, 2016 22:58:53 GMT -5
Batty stepped into the busy market square on their monthly Hogsmeade weekend trip. She remembered how nervous she'd been in the past and how edgy she'd get in case anyone saw her. Yesss that was the old Batty.. Batty was a changed woman now. Uh huh. No more crazy craziess.. no more neurotic fantasies.... just normal.. normal... Batty. Ahem. Sort of. Totally inconspicious, was Batty, walking along the sides of the buildings, hood pulled well over her head despite the heat. Okay so maaaybe she wasn't over the whole crazies. But Hogsmeade weekend meant nearly everyone in school was out in the same area... including he-who-must-not be named. She'd skipped last months trip to avoid him, but now she was desperately low on quills and she couldn't buy them via mail because you really didn't know who might have tampered with it and maybe there was poison inside or maybe they might have accidentally sent an exploding pen. Really.. it was just safer to buy one yourself in person even if it meant the odds of bumping into *noel* were quite high. So the plan was buy the quill and run back. A done and dead deal. Batty carefully stepped inside the Quill shop, cringing at the sound of the bell. WHY WHY DID THAT EVEN EXIST. And scurried to the nearest corner of Eagle feather quills hoping noone had noticed her, and was surprised to find that she had just stepped into the jackpot. 75% off eagle feather quills. Woop. She carefully examined the quills, each eagle feather tip had a noticible breakage, which was understandable why there was such a drastic mark down. Some had bent tips, others had ruffled feathers, but she liked the challenge of scouring broken products to find the one decent one. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted it. Slim sleek feather, not a single feather out of place, color catching. Hmmm.. it could do.. she made a reach for one of the more slimmer sleeker quills when suddenly another hand had beaten her to the punch, her hand grasped awkwardly over his hand. "I-- heard that these quills are all bootleg" she blurted out awkwardly. "you know.. not real.. fake.. chicken feathers. That kind of thing" she coughed awkwardly, keeping her face down in fear that he might read her face and see through her lies. But it was 75% off!!She was weak to a good sale
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Post by Lucia Strangways on Nov 8, 2016 2:02:51 GMT -5
There. Was. Somebody. Touching. Her.
Lucia Strangways did not like to be touched. Lucia did not like a lot of things. When Lucia did not like things, said things had a tendency to explode.
Oh, it had nothing to do with uncontrollable magic, no matter how much Lachlan and Edmund like to spread that rumour round the school. Lucia was in complete control of herself. She just enjoyed watching things go kaboom. Usually, it was Lachlan's possessions, since he took all the same classes as her and was cleverer at getting something between her and the real target. All that dancing had to be useful for something.
Lucia slowly moved her gaze from the quill she'd been about to pick up to that of the person who'd assaulted her. Or she would have, if the person hadn't been shrouded in... God, was there even a word for that?
She reached out with her other hand and pushed the hood away from the mysterious stranger's face.
"Hello, Batty," she said pleasantly.
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Post by Noel Beckett on Nov 15, 2016 0:06:23 GMT -5
As it applied to literally the entirety of the Hogwarts student body, Noel had taken the opportunity over the weekend to stretch his increasingly cramped limbs out beyond the dismally gray castle walls. As the weather turned fair he found himself growing progressively anxious for his graduation. In truth, the school, while once a place he had been quite fond of, only served as a spiteful reminder to everything he had lost. At the end of it all, he could blame no one but himself.
Prior to some months ago a weekend like this would have been spent with the likes of Batty or even Judge, as the three of them at some point had at least tolerated one another's company. The truth was, however, that Noel had not taken kindly to their mediation. Feeling betrayed, he shut them out, and found his interpersonal relationships unraveling each day, drifting further, once again, from his newly established sense of humanity. Fuck humanity. They were a bunch of fucking pricks.
Really, Noel was partial to pheasant quills, but he supposed that now was not the time to be particular as he scoured the walls of the cramped shop, dressed in his weekend plainclothes. Jeans. A black button down his mum had sent in secret for Christmas. Plain brown practical brogues.
As the year wound down he realized he'd been running low on school supplies, and in the last stretch of his academic career Noel's pockets were exceptionally light without the support of his parents. The offer of his Ministry apprenticeship was looking much sweeter, though he hadn't yet worked out just how he would manage what was quickly becoming a double life.
So... eagle quills were nothing to scoff at, no matter how mangled they may be. As he twirled the nib of a brown ruffled quill, he overheard a familiar name from his 8 o'clock. Slowly, he placed the quill back in its place.
Hello, Batty
Dark eyes stole a glimpse over his shoulder, sizing up the two girls that had both reached for what looked like a perfectly immaculate quill. Turning, he seized the opportunity of their awkward blunder to reach between both of the girls arms, and plucked the quill by it's stem out from under their hands.
"A quill like this should probably be in the hands of a capable wizard," he interjected cavalierly. It was a move that was reminiscent of a younger Noel that had been less considerate. To be fair, being a dick had worked out a lot better for Noel in the past.
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Post by Lucia Strangways on Nov 15, 2016 0:42:45 GMT -5
To be quite clear, Lucia didn't actually want the quill. Unlike Lachlan and Ed, their parents hadn't disinherited her, so it wasn't like she needed to go scrounging around a shop like this for odds and ends.
So Noel showing up and plucking it from beneath her fingers had little to do with Lucia's reaction, except perhaps as a matter of pride. She'd be lying if she said she took no pride at all in her reflexes.
No, what really galled her was that stupid comment. They all knew what he meant by capable, and if Noel thought she wasn't going to take advantage of being "incapable" he had another think coming.
Lucia let go of Batty's hood, and turned to face the older boy. Her wand was in her pocket, too far to reach quickly enough. Punching him would deliver a certain satisfaction, as he probably wouldn't expect it, but Noel was always getting into fights, wasn't he? She was sure there was gossip to that effect. Anyway, it might get blood on her clothes and Lucia didn't want him to be able to complain too loudly.
Which is why she kneed him instead.
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Post by Batty Riggs on Nov 15, 2016 22:15:34 GMT -5
Batty gaped as her hood was pulled off revealing the very thing she wished to conceal, her precious identity.. whyyy WHYY WEREN'T HOODS MAGICALLY BUILT TO BE IRREMOVABLE.
She flailed her arms to no avail, trying to tug her hood back on, but Lucias grip was tight and being a strangway she expected nothing less, if not for their immaculate height there was also their strength and power that seemed to seep from their very precense. WHYYYYY. Why did she have to go and be all arrogant. Why of all times did she choose now to take a page from Noels book of arsery.
Speak of the devil.
"A quill like this should probably be in the hands of a capable wizard,"
Her mouth dropped once more, it felt like a flashback to the former years. When just the mere sound of his voice gave her nightmares. But they weren't like that anymore.. were they? She felt her cheeks redden in a bashful mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. She didn't have much time to ponder any of this though when Lucia took a very swift and efficient approach to being talked down to.
She kneed him.
Batty flinched and recovered her flaming red hair with the hood in attempt to hide her embarrassment, now not only for herself but for Noel.
But then a wild idea struck her and out of the midst of the awkward situation, she began to clap with such vigor and cheered,
"Oh yes! B-brilliant. Brilliant! You got that pesky beetle off Noels erm.. off of Noel! " she coughed, trying not to point out the exact area in which he got kneed, not wanting to remind him of perhaps the pain he might be enduring currently... "you know how much Noel hates beetles.. and things.." like me.... "oh what a great friend.. great indeed.." she clapped Lucia on the shoulder and trying to send telepathic messages to her. PLEASE PLEASE GO WITH IT... ILL DO ANYTHING.. ILL CLEAN YOUR ROOM, ILL GO SHOPPING WITH YOU, ILL DO YOUR HW... if anyone knew telepathy it was probably Lucia anyway.
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Post by Lucia Strangways on Nov 23, 2016 1:09:03 GMT -5
Lucia wasn't telepathic. What she was good at was Seeing five minutes into the future. Maybe ten if she concentrated. It wasn't usually very useful, but right now, going along with Batty's ruse was looking like the best option. Even if the other girl had touched her again. If she spent much more time around the insane Hufflepuff, she'd have to break her of that habit. Lucia wondered whether spraying her with water would have the same effect on Batty as it did on farm animals.
"Doesn't everyone know how much Noel hates beetles?" Lucia said lightly.
She had no idea whether this was common knowledge. She certainly hadn't heard about it before.
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