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Jun 05, 2006 19:21

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Fri. Oct. 28th / 12:45 PM
Location: Great Hall
Open To: ....not you. the person shall know. XD
Currently Involving: Dustin Alden

( What brings people together? SCONES... )

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opheliaballard June 6 2006, 00:27:22 UTC

Ohhh yes, SO HE THOUGHT. Much to his soon to be disappointment, Dustin did have onlookers. Or rather, one. Or rather, Ophelia. As 45 minutes was by far not enough time to finish ones lovely buttered-bread sandwiches. Alas alas.

Empty Great Halls were quite discomfiting, good thing there were a few of your odd hangers on still fiddling with their food to make Ophelia feel as though she were not all alone. Of course, they usually weren't a great source for amusement, NOT SO TODAY.

"Eh, EH! YOU THERE!" Ophelia hissed over to the Puff table. The boy looked typically Pufflike. Ridiculous hair and a silly face and she knew not what. Though she was finding these sorts of blokes were wonderous fun to tease. SO much more up for it than the bloody Lions.

dustin_alden June 6 2006, 01:34:35 UTC

Dustin rarely heard music in his head to accompany his life, but apparently there were instances that required it. As soon as he heard a voice ring out across the Great Hall, a voice that was no doubt intended to be heard by him, and rather loud and ominous DUN DUN DUN buzzed through his head. He lifted his eyes from his now scattered scones and found himself pairing the mystery voice with a face.

SLYTHERIN. Oh how Dustin feared them, even the wee ones! Not that she was very tiny. In fact, she looked very built for her age, which he guessed to be around third year or so. The only way he knew to identify her was beater for Slytherin team. He knew all the Quidditch players by now. Made a promise to himself that he would. Only, he could recall Erik pointing her out to him, calling her "Mallard". Perhaps she was fond of ducks. That didn't seem too scary. Though, it all depended on what she DID to the poor things. She looked rather intimidating ( ... )

opheliaballard June 6 2006, 02:13:33 UTC

Aghast! Yes, aghast was most assuredly the word for Ophelia's expression at the moment. Aghast and by far, much shocked. Of course, she was actually quite pleased. Who knew these Puffs had it in them? Quite shocking indeed!

"WELL listen to me young man!" Ophelia called back out, then paused. This just wouldn't do. Terribly impolite this was, calling out across a hall. There were others present! Well, about a dozen anyhow. Taking an enormous last bite of her sandwich, Ophelia grinned nastily and brushed her robes free of crumbs. She jumped out of her seat and made her way over to the boy. Oh yes, even more silly looking upon closer inspection. Such a lovely house this was. They even brought them their scones in forts.

"Listen to me, I say. Don't think you should go around wasting a good scone or two by piling them on top of eachother as such. BAD MANNERS, do you hear?" Ophelia leaned over and stared him straight in the eye. Scare the scone-wasting instinct clean out of him.

dustin_alden June 6 2006, 03:10:06 UTC

Young man? What? Dustin was too busy trying to figure out why on earth she'd call him that when he was clearly older than her to notice that she was now headed toward him. The 'DUN DUN DUN' from before? Yes, it was much louder and continuous now that'd he noticed she had left her spot from the table. If only someone had made him a prefect! At least he'd have a reason for a bit more confidence.

This would normally be the part of the conversation of sorts that he would run off, still screaming apologies as he went. But, well, Dustin was in a bad mood, and anyone's company seemed better than none at all. Besides, she wasn't really like the other Slytherins, was she? Actually, she reminded him of a bit of his older Gryffindor cousin Roger who'd graduated the year before, not that he'd say so to her. Mallard. WHY Mallard? Frustration. That was all he felt at the moment.

"Who died and made you Queen of the Scones? Do they send you messages as you sleep? Are you going to tell me they have feelings? Because I have had a very tough time ( ... )

opheliaballard June 6 2006, 21:53:11 UTC

What a funny funny boy! Almost as endearing as Lucy really. She wondered if he would wrangle her a chicken. That is, if one wrangled chickens. She took a seat across the table from him, and poked one of the end scones. She was about to reply with assurances that YES, she was the Queen of the Scones and could have people executed on whim, but then he had to go and SAY HER NAME WRONG OBVIOUSLY THE SPELLING DISEASE HAD SPREAD TO THE PUFF HOUSE ( ... )

dustin_alden June 6 2006, 22:52:37 UTC

Dustin knew he had a rambling problem, but it wasn't that hard to follow! She didn't have to go and insult his speaking ability! Besides, he was the one truly speaking of the two of them. She was shouting and making odd noises, and apparently creating terrifying theme music for herself inside his head. So, really? He shouldn't have been surprised when she started eating his scones menacingly. He'd offered them to her! LET HER EAT THE WHOLE BLOODY LOT OF THEM AND GET FAT AND ROLL OFF SOMEWHERE ( ... )

opheliaballard June 7 2006, 01:29:17 UTC

Oh yes. Much better behaved than the Lions. Except for that strange Whatshername that sat under trees throwing sandwiches about. Apparently Puff girls had no manners. Must make note. Ophelia paused, jumped off the bench, and slowly sat back down. She slid her arms on the table in front of her languidly, a complete opposite of her ranting and raving from before. Because, well, for a mudblood he wasn't all that bad. She wasn't about to buy a summer home with him or anything, but steal a few scones and clear up the duck issue? Right-o.

Of course, he had to go ONE with the Mallardness, PAH. She gave him a scowl which slowly but reluctantly dissolved into an annoyed smile. What was there to take care of? Unless he wanted to give his whole house, and the others besides, spelling lessons.

"I'll have you know... um, you. That I've never so much as given a duck the time of day. It's all in the deluded minds of these Lions, you see. Pressie says that's not all they get up to..." she wandered off and stared the boy in the eye again, "... ( ... )

dustin_alden June 7 2006, 03:01:09 UTC

Dustin had to think about this a moment. Was she suggesting that Gryffindors were making up stories about ducks? Well, that sounded accurate to him. It was probably hilarious, but she didn't seem to think so, and therefore he did not laugh. He took a bit of a scone near him and nodded knowingly. Yes, he had many Gryffindor friends, and he would past any one of them to have some sort of event planned with cows.

"Cows are pretty digusting. So, naturally, the Gryffindors are probably going to involve a cow in something. I'd suggest we stay clear of that, only trouble can come of it," Dustin agreed with her, in some strange sort of way, and finished off the scone. Dustin hated trouble of any sort. Odd then that he would continue to have a conversation with OPHELIA of all people ( ... )

opheliaballard June 8 2006, 03:23:07 UTC

What was this 'we'? Puffs with no names thinking they could group together Ophelia in a 'we'. It was really rather more than annoying, so she took to looking smugly at him in contempt. Of course, the picture was somewhat lessened by the scone bulging her left cheek. She managed to swallow it and could therefore contempt AWAY.

IDEAS?! WHO DID THIS PUFF THINK HE WAS? She could eat his silly scones any time she liked. Pick a time, a day, SHE WOULD BE THERE. Eating his scones. Irritating he was.

"Listen here boyo," she started again, pointing her finger straight at his nose, "I can eat any of your scones I want. Can eat them any time I want," she paused in her argument, and reconsidered. Weeeell, it wouldn't hurt to know what he was on about, "And just so you know, I don't give ideas for free. MY ideas, they are hard to get. Priiiized."

She rested her chin on her hands and gazed up at the boy with eyes almost closed.

dustin_alden June 8 2006, 04:28:28 UTC

She had almost lost him at 'boyo'. He was still listening, though only through his laughter. He knew he should be frightened, he was scared of almost everyone else, but something about her struck him as funny. Maybe it was the scone that had previously been making her cheek puff out to an unusually large size. It was rather chipmunk-ish or something.

"That you can. I told you I would share them with you! You didn't seem as though you wanted to eat them then. They do say that things are much more appealing when they seem off limits, but I've no real experience with that. I still don't know who they are exactly," Dustin said, thoughts wandering toward the end of his speech.

Hmn. What kind of price would he have to pay for her ideas? He wasn't really worth anything. He wasn't rich, he wasn't smart enough to do her class work, he played Quidditch... but it wasn't as if he'd ever pick scone ideas over winning a game. Bah ( ... )

opheliaballard June 8 2006, 04:42:46 UTC

Ophelia simply gave the boy a glare. A real one, full of the ol' Ballard charm. The same sort of charm that got them booted from France in the late 18th century. She didn't appreciate some Puff nobody calling her bluff.

"I can change my mind IF I WANT BOYO. And don't tell me what's off limits to me or not. Watch who you limit things to, eh Puffie No-name?" she flashed him a wicked sort of grin, and went back to daintily nibbling the edges off a cranberry scone.

WHAT? He expected her to come up with things to do with scones just on whim? Usually she threw them at things... passerby, portraits, small furry animals... but she didn't think this blokesie would go into that sort of thing too much. Shame shame.

"Well I'M not talking. If you don't have anything, give me a reason, eh? Why should I? EH EH?"

That's right, intimidate him. Nevermind you had nothing in mind. As of yet. Scones scones what to do with a pyramid of scooooones.

dustin_alden June 8 2006, 22:15:36 UTC

She was definitely a Slytherin. Dustin shifted a bit uneasily under her glare, but soon she was back to eating ALL HIS BLOODY SCONES, and that seemed rather okay. Oddly enough.

So... why should she give him ideas? They weren't friends, they weren't housemates, she didn't seem to like him much as she kept creeching like a banshee at him... so... why? He had nothing to offer, she was having a grand old time eating the scones. Bah. This was a difficult question to answer. So, Dustin decided that for once he'd go on instinct.

"Because you are bored. You have to be, otherwise you would have just scoffed and walked away from me by now. Er... right?" Dustin said and watched her nervously.

If he was wrong, he was in trouble. He made himself a mental note to get a good luck charm of some sort. He needed it desperately.

opheliaballard June 8 2006, 23:39:11 UTC

Because she was BORED? As if she would spend time wasting all her precious ideas on a Puff if she were BORED. Much better things to do than that! Huff huff. She gave him a right cold look and stood up about to just that: scoff and leave, scoff!

She stopped with her leg up over the bench, and reconsidered. Well, she was bored. And she had had her fill of scones. Might as well... as long as he did all the work really.

Oozing back into her seat, her glare dissolved away into a glittering smile. Oh yes, she was a charmer!

"Well then. You want an idea for your sconeses. I suppose I will be generous enough to bestow one upon you," pausing, her expression grew slightly more fanatic, and she edged up to him... though not too close, "though if I do this, I may call upon you to do something for me. THAT TIME MAY NEVER COME HOWVER!" she finished by yelling, jumping straight out of her seat again ( ... )

dustin_alden June 9 2006, 02:32:21 UTC

It appeared as though she were leaving. That was too bad, as Dustin was finally trying his hardest to get along with a Slytherin and despite the yelling she didn't seem to be so bad. Except she wasn't leaving! HA! Perhaps Dustin had been correct after all. That didn't happen too often. He might as well enjoy it now, even if she did hex him later or something.

Wait... so... was she going to ask him to do something for her or not? She said she was, but that maybe she wasn't, and now he was slightly confused. OH WELL. She had some sort of idea, and that seemed worth the confusion. Er... jam? Right, well, perhaps they would use the jam to... put on the scones.

Dustin was not good with creative. Not at all. Thankfully, he was fast, as he didn't make Quidditch Captain for nothing.

He sped around the Great Hall, grabbing as many pots of jam as he could find.

"You are mad as anything Ballard, but I think I might just like you!" Dustin shouted to her from across the room.

Possibly. If she didn't... punch him or something.

opheliaballard June 9 2006, 02:57:40 UTC

Oh good, he was being a lovely little minion. So he was a Puff, bah. He wasn't all bad really. A bit batty and a bit annoying but all in all, not baaad. For ordering around anyhow. Not bad for a mudblood.

...Right up to the point he called her WHAT NOW? Really. How rude! Ophelia turned back to him across the hall with an armful of jam pots and gave him a withering look.

"HEY! LOOKIE HERE YOU! I'M NOT ANYWHERE NEAR MAD, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" YES who DID he think he was?! Picking up a scone, she wrenched her arm back and threw it at his head. AH the loveliness of food items that are easily available to be thrown.

What would students like her do without a pyramid of scones?

dustin_alden June 9 2006, 03:59:36 UTC

It seemed as though there were two types of mad people in Dustin's life. There was the kind of friendly mad type like Erik. If he'd called Erik mad, Erik would have admitted to it easily and and shouted something only he found hilarious to the room. Then there was the kind this girl expressed. She was mad in the sense that she had a wild look in her eye and could possibly kill you with a single thought. She was the frightening sort of mad, and yet it was still amusing. Because no matter how many times she shouted, she hadn't left ( ... )

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