Post by Justin McDowell on Dec 12, 2010 21:04:07 GMT -8
July 24, 2011
Things were better when Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was still around, but the place had long since gone out of business and had already begun declining in its last days due to change in ownership after the twins had been killed. As it was, there were joke shops around, but they all paled in comparison--so much so Justin rarely dared show his face in that place. He had a reputation to uphold, after all, and if he had to order things from a catalogue instead, then so be it. Still, it left the Hufflepuff without a hangout during the summer. He had hoped to get a position at Weasley's, but that hope had long since been dashed. So, now he was left wandering around wherever he pleased, and now he was just wandering down the streets of Hogsmeade. No familiar faces were around at the moment, which made the day even duller than he had hoped.
Sighing, he leaned against a fence, resting his palms over the splinter-ridden surface just long enough to pick up one of those confounded things, so he quickly went from trying to look cool and calm to putting his weight against the rickety fence on the outskirts of the high street to picking out a splinter, and an evil thing it was. He knew he shouldn't have clipped his nails last night! Could have used them right now, but so much for that. "C'mon...c'mon...Bloody hell!" he exclaimed after several failed attempts. What now? Magic? Maybe, but he was determined to get it out himself.
What a day, what a day! Breena toted around her cauldron full of books and supplies. Ideally, she would have carried it, but it was almost as much mass as the redheaded child lugging it. Her parents were busy getting her robes tailored and had shooed her off to go learn. Hogsmeade had a lot of history. It had most recently been a failed hideout for a rebellion. That was apparently common for this village, the rebellion thing...
At the Shrieking Shack, there was a boy staring angrily at his finger, muttering. Apparently, he had a splinter. Those sucked, mightily. Fortunately, Breena had a solution.
"Try a sticky?" She offered the taller, larger boy a bandaid. The sticky portion, she knew from experience, was amazing at getting out wood slivers under the skin.
Post by Justin McDowell on Dec 25, 2010 7:14:46 GMT -8
Justin barely noticed the young girl approach even though she toted around a cauldron full of books and such. He was too zoned into his splinter of doom to really care who was nearby. So, naturally, he was startled when he heard the words, "Try a sticky?" He barely contained a scowl before forcing a smile at the child once he realized she was trying to help him and figured out just what she must mean. "Thanks," he told her, taking the bandaid rather quickly. One might argue he had even snatched it from her. He opened it, carelessly allowing the paper wrapping to fall as well as the plastic covering of the side of the bandaid he exposed, using it to get rid of the splinter and letting the bandaid itself fall. Obviously, he could care less he was littering. Hopefully the child wouldn't care either or his day would just get even more wonderful.
The splinter now disposed of, he rested against the fence again and crossed his arms, figuring the girl would just take off on her merry way, and he'd once again be left to his boredom. Right now his location and the fact he could use the girl and the location for entertainment of the scare-the-kid variety wasn't on his mind.
Post by Justin McDowell on Jan 5, 2011 15:51:13 GMT -8
The light of an idea sparked in Justin's eyes as the girl began to set her school things down and began to move to pick up the trash. Just as her hand was about to touch the papers, Justin gave his wand a wave from his spot behind her, whispering, "Wingardium Leviosa," and giving it another flick as the papers began to float, watching them move just a few feet out of reach behind the fence and floating to a soft landing. He clasped his hands behind his back, concealing his wand behind his forearm and watching to see what the girl did. Would she accuse him? Yell at him? Simply move to get the papers (now wouldn't that be boring...)? The fact that the Shrieking Shack lay just yards away only added to the potential amusement now budding in his near future as he so saw it.
"OOOH was that the levitation charm? Thats so cool! Did you know that if you pronounce it incorrectly you get a water buffalo? I heard a girl several years ago actually summoned a whole herd on accident and it took three days to get them rounded up and taken care of, and by that time they'd destroyed the Gryffindor common room and.."
She kept relating stories that were getting wilder and wilder. Her older sisters had fed them to her as a means of entertaining themselves, and the naive girl had payed rapt attention to them. Now, as she shared them with this boy, she hoped he wouldn't just metaphorically toss them aside like he had the trash.
Post by Justin McDowell on Jan 26, 2011 10:47:13 GMT -8
Oh boy. What was she? Dense? Gullible? A muggle-born? If it were any other time in the history of this wizarding society, he might have simply chosen the latter, but since that simply wasn't possible, he was left with the prior two options, and both made Justin feel worried for the next generation--especially if there were more like her. The boy stared at her for a few moments, wide-eyed as she managed to still continue with the stories. Ok, obviously she was the sort of person who believed anything she heard. Maybe she'd believe something he had to say.
So, Justin knelt down to be eye level with the kid and rested a hand on her shoulder, if she didn't move away. "Say,...." he said, pausing a moment for her to provide her name. "Has anyone ever told you that if you babble on incessantly with falsehoods you'll eventually start growing a nose out to...here?" he asked. He turned his head to the side so he could safely demonstrate how far from her face her nose would eventually grow if she were to do so. "In fact, I see your nose starting to upturn a little. It's about to begin the growing process. Wow, me! I never thought I'd see the day I'd witness the Pinocchio Syndrome first hand! This is exciting!" He began to stare intensely at her nose. "Carry on."
She clapped her hands over her face quickly as she stopped talking mid word. Was she going to have to go to St. Mungo's? Was there even a cure for the Pinocchio Syndrome? Was it going to KILL her?
Common sense started to slowly grab ahold of her panic ridden brain. He was teasing her for talking too much. She dropped her hands and gave the older boy an appraising look. He seemed the type to tease other people for his own amusement.
Post by Justin McDowell on Feb 23, 2011 10:34:46 GMT -8
Justin didn't even skip a beat with his response. He raised an eyebrow at her disbelievingly as he seemed to look her over for any sign of a chain, touching her to lift her arms, if she allowed, using the motion to distract from the subtle twitch of his wand at his side while he silently thought a charm that would do just what he was teasing her about. It was a modified version of the Engorgio charm he had found. (But don't tell his teachers; wouldn't want them knowing he'd touched a book!) "Yeh sure you're not kiddin' me?" Only then did his eyes widen. Only if she had been looking lower than his face would she have noticed. "Why, you were lyin'! Why would you be lying to me! No chain? Oh my! You'll be lucky if your nose goes back to normal by time we go back to school at the rate you're lyin'." He clucked his tongue and shook his head.
"Lyin' to me--a perfect stranger!" he muttered under his breath. "First the water buffalo, then that tall tale involving a heard, and now chains. What's this world coming to?" He was quiet a moment before continuing, this time his voice normal volume. "Guess I'm gonna have to be punishing you," he told her, a smirk playing at his lips and the amusement at his own genius barely concealed in his eyes. He knew just what he was going to do, too--as though making the girl paranoid about her nose and lying wasn't enough. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad day after all.
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