He could go home any time he wanted...he just didn't want to. Especially since that elitist witch was here and unscathed. That meant her stuck up pretty boy toy was here. Maybe getting his nose set so his face wouldn't be marred by the half-blood he had bullied earlier.
DC prowled the halls of the hospital, pretending he had somewhere to be. Truthfully, he didn't. Not a home or house, because his dad was away on a business trip and his mom...well, she never wanted him home.
He considered going to Knockturn Alley and browsing the pet shop for something to annoy his mother with, but decided to wait for a bit and see if there truely was nothing going on in the hospital.
So, down the sterile white and avocado green hallway, DC prowled.
Anytime now would be a good time for something to happen...
Sofi thought this as she meandered around the halls of St. Mungo's. She didn't even really need to be there any longer; her wound was healed, though she still wore a sling on her left arm with a air of a warrior who has won a great battle.
For all that the wound had been fairly bad -- a compound fracture of both the radius and ulna -- the Healers had fixed it up almost immediately, only to say that she needed to stay in for observation for four days. It was only the second day, and Sofi was already wishing she was anywhere but there. Still, her parents had come to visit earlier that day, and had brought her some actual clothes, so she was out of her room and wandering, pleased with the tiny bit of freedom it gave her.
Wish there was more to do around here, though... she thought grumpily, striding down yet another white and avocado-green hallway. At least she looked good, in her black corset-style top, short shorts, black high-top tennis shoes, and black-and-white pinstriped fedora. Not that there's anyone here to see... She turned a corner... only to spot a rather familiar-looking boy at the other end of the hall. The corners of Sofi's mouth quirked up slightly; this wasn't the person she would've chosen to hang out with, but he was the first person she'd come across, so she made a choice and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Oi, Cross!" she called to the boy, "Nice shirt!"
A voice cut through his mental chanting and he spun quickly to face the familiar female shout.
"Oi, Cross, nice shirt!" Oh Sof, if only you knew...
He considered telling her that he currently had no underwear on due to the hospital clothing that he transfigured, but since he wasn't technically on the team yet, DC decided to not risk ruining his chances by pissing off the team captain. Still, good manners dictated that he heckle back.
"Thanks, Steel, you're looking hot too!" He practically had to shout to make himself heard, so he started ambling towards her.
"Hey, now, that's a bit familiar, eh, luv?" Sofi teased back, punching DC lightly on the upper arm when they were close enough together for her to do so. The boy was in her house and year at Hogwarts, but somehow they had never really interacted much before this. She wasn't even sure if they had much in common, except that they both were rabid about Quidditch, even playing the same position. DC had even tried to get on the team before; he had technically made it every year, only to be disqualified for behavior and poor class work. Sofi half-hoped he would try out again this year -- even if only in trials, he was the only person she'd ever played with who was even close to her level of skill -- but she also wasn't sure how well she would be able to control him as team Captain.
"So, what've they got you in here for?" she asked, placing her right hand, the one not in a sling, on her hip and resting her weight on the opposite foot.
"Hey now, Cap'n Steel...no abusing your peons!" He dodged back playfully and threw a tap-punch of his own, lightly graziing her jaw. He ducked the return hit and backed off with a smirk on his face.
"You'll not believe the story. Craziest one mum's ever heard apparently, and near threatened to hang my head above the door as a good luck charm whilst the rest of me was in the basement, ya know? So, Drake" -another Hufflepuff-"gets it in his head to hit on this chick, right? And she totally turns him down too....buck toothed bugger deserves it. Anyway, we mucked about our own when we see her again p'rhap a half hour later and Drake goes and puts his foot in it AGAIN. Well, she's got this pretty boy toy right? And he Apparates us all to the freaking Alaskan wilderness and leaves us there after breaking all our wands, Drake's face, and turned Johnny Wilhite's head into a badger's. I managed to break the bloke's nose before he leaves, and the other guy...think his name was Freddy...was a city boy and had NO idea what to do in the wilds....so me and three shmucks had to get back to civilization, right? Well, being the boy scout, I somehow managed to be the only one of em that gets giardia from the wilds...Johnny's still in spell damage from what I hear...only wants to eat worms..."
DC grimmaced at the thought and gave Sofi a look-over.
"Mum and dad let you out dressed like that? Don't they know that boy's brains are endangered species and your outfit is likely to kill the three left in existance?"
Sofi grinned. "Hey, now... I hope you're not including yourself in that lot, DC. The lot with brains, that is.... you certainly don't look like you've got one right now, with all that staring!" She stuck out her tongue at him, then grabbed his arm and looped it in her own (the one without the sling). "Come on, this hallway's dull... Let's find somewhere with a better color scheme at least, eh?"
Pulling DC along with her, she began her own narrative. "Well, my war story's not nearly as fun as yours, boy-o," she began leisurely, "Some lame-ass noob is what got me in here. I was doing a training day at the Quidditch store -- nice sale on Beater's bats, by the way -- and some idiot shows up and decides he wants to be the next great Beater for England. Only he couldn't hit a barn wall with a Stunning Spell if he was inside the barn, let alone hit a Bludger anywhere.... So aaaaaanyway, he tries to take a swing while flying kinda close to me.... and winds up chucking his bat at me so hard that it broke my arm in five places. Yup, I'm not lying, he really was that much of a lame-ass! He didn't even apologize, he was just like, 'Ooh, that's gotta sting!'" She changed her voice to a thick, growling tone, then changed it back to her usual, slightly low-pitched voice.
"So, yup, that's my story," she concluded, "Pretty lame, right? Your joke about me killing brains was nearly as good...."
"No joke...that much cleavage turns me into a zombie!" He began an Inferius like stagger down the hall for several steps, moaning like the undead. He quickly morphed his stance back to normal and shook his head laughing.
"Were you assisting a Ravenclaw beater? I swear, they think they can learn everything from a book, but put a bat in their hands and they're more stupid than a Slytherin. At least your war wound didn't have you running to the bathroom every two minutes. That was gross and unspeakable. A sale on bats you said...hm....mine at home is just perfectly weighted though...I can never find a new one that has enough tip weight to get a good arc rotation on it though. Perhaps they'll have one...doubt it. Did you hear aout the new Comet Four-Ninety? Its got the best turn radius of any broom yet AND it doesn't sacrifice speed the way the Three Eighty did. I'm thinking of getting one..."
Sofi snorted, quirking her lips up slightly and glancing at DC out of the corner of her eyes. "You keep up that talk, Cross, and you'll have to back it up with something," she smirked. She added a little more swagger into her walk, then laughed and switched back to her usual stroll, which still showed off quite a bit without her even trying.
"Nah, he wasn't a Ravenclaw. I'm pretty sure he was too old to be in school, actually, he had this weird, greasy little beard that even a seventh-year couldn't grow...." She tossed her bangs out of her face and grinned at DC again. "And yeah, the broom sounds great, if you have the money for it. Currently my family doesn't, though, so... stuck with my 360 for now.... It does pretty well, though, and I really couldn't give it up anyway, he and I have gone so far together." She smirked. "Yeah, you heard me, my broom is a male. Get all the jokes out of that that you can, DC..."
DC's mouth twitched in an urge to let loose thousands of smart comments that would all get him in big trouble. Even though she technically gave him permission, Sofi didn't let anything pass by unforgiven. He'd pay for it here with a punch or on the pitch with her sadism.
"No ma'am, I know how you are...I'm not gonna joke about you and your ride...while you can hear me. Kidding! Kidding!" He ducked and cringed in mock fear.
Sofi laughed and poked DC in the arm. "You're smarter than most people give you credit for, Cross," she replied, still smirking, "Though I wouldn't have minded too much if you'd joked about me, since I said you could. I'd've been more mad if you'd gone around and told other people your jokes... so don't you dare, or I won't even let you try out for the team, hear me?" She laughed again, and winked at him so he would know she was joking.... at least partly.
She linked her arm back with his and made a "hmmmmm"-ing sound. "Sooooo..... where are we going, anyway? Oh, hey, I have an idea... Come on!" She changed direction suddenly, tugging the boy after her as she veered around a corner into a different corridor.
"And that is my secret. Now you know...but if you told anyone they wouldn't believe you. And no worries, o captain my captain....I'm under no circumstances going to do anything that jeapordizes my getting on the team this year." His mother would never let him live it down for one thing.
When his classmate veered off, he followed her without question.
"Suddenly quiet and unresisting, eh?" Sofi teased DC, continuing to gently (for her) tug him along, "Interesting.... Maybe that will change when I tell you where we're going."
They reached another corner, and Sofi took it. "I feel like leaving this place for a while, so we're going to my room to pick up my stash of Muggle and Wizarding money. I've collected quite a neat stack for myself, so I figure we have enough to go and get some drinks or something..... does that sound fun, or are you gonna lame out on me? Ah, here we go..." She stopped suddenly beside a door and turned to face DC, a questioning look still in her eyes.
He gave her a rougish grin. "Are you sure you want me following you to your house? You know my reputation."
Last summer break, DC had supposedly found a teacher's house and not only covered it in toilet paper, but some how transfigured the trees to throw the rolls of bath tissue for him. For weeks, it was rumored, all one had to do was give the trees a rol and they'd do the rest.
Sofi rolled her eyes. "I take it back, Cross: you're as dumb as everyone thinks you are, or at least, right now you are.... I meant my room here.... which we are currently standing outside. Come on, then..." She opened the door and pushed him in before her, then brushed around him and glanced around.
"Ok... I know it's in my bag... I just need to remember where I put the bag!" It wasn't that the room was terribly messy, but it definitely qualified as untidy, something Sofi had done on purpose to give the nurses a minor headache to match her own. She poked about for several moments, then made a sound of recognition and dropped to her knees beside the bed, bending over farther to dig underneath it. She grinned to herself, her face inches from the floor. "Your staring at my ass, aren't you, Cross?" she admonished, "You're not allowed to do that unless you're willing to back it up with something, if you get my drift, luv..."
DC pulled his eyes away from Steel and lied blithely.
"Why would I do a thing like that now? Your daddy told me the first time he met me that if I ever stared at you in any way denoting anything ungentlemanly, my eyes would boil right outa my poor little head. And I believed him too. Why didn't you try a summoning spell? Or...wait...let me guess...your wand is in your purse, right?"
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