Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Sunday, November 27th / 2:20pm Location: Corriders near Gryffindor Common Room Open To: Mummy's Boy, then this Erik bloke Currently Involving: Ophelia
Healthy and manly? Well, perhaps Hargreaves was neither of those. At least he wasn't feeling too healthy now, climbing up all the way to the seventh floor, to Lion Central. He tried to hide it, but it didn't work out too well.
And manly was something he was NOT.
After being hexed and petrified by Davenport, he wasn't too keen to 'prank' them. Especially not with Ophelia, of all people. It actually reminded him of his childhood, being beaten up by her. Embarrassing, really, it seemed to be a prevalent memory of his younger years. Daphne, Dex, and Ballard. All in their fancy clothes, attacking him out of nowhere.
"Ophelia, I don't even know why this is so necessary," he drawled deeply, putting his hands in his pockets, climbing the stairs carefully, flinching every time she poked him. "Why don't you just wait or something or just get back at whoever it is we're 'hunting' some other way?" He certainly did NOT want to end up with boils once again.
ERIK VALENTIN COHEN WAS VERY VERY HEALTHY AND EXTREMELY MANLY, kiitos. It was sad that such an extraordinary bloke was going to have a very history repeating type of encounter. Make a 5th year Slytherin girl angry? She brings along a 7th year Slytherin bloke to crucio you. Anger a 3rd year Slytherin girl? She brings a 5th year Slytherin bloke to... erm... throw around some insults
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Necessary? NECCESSARY? If Hargydear hadn't been an alright sort of bloke (and it was always nice having older years to tote about) Ophelia would have exploded at him then and there. But her brain processes did have some semblance of order... well, they imitated having some semblance of order anyway. On occassion.
Instead she planted her hands firmly on her hips and stared him very patiently down. "I've done this already. Loads of times. Once he even hexed me, if you can believe. Audacity, I tell you. Heads as big as very large and round and ugly balloons. Didn't even seem too choked up about the letters and I got Preston to help me with that," Ophelia went on, neverminding the fact that Hargreaves may not have the slightest idea what she was babbling about. What was important was that he went along with her, really. Wesley or Preston or even Iago would never go along with this, or if they would, they'd be very put out about it. Preston may even pout. Ta ta
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Hargreaves looked down at her apologetically. He really had to tilt his head to look at her, him being much taller, making it more awkward. "I know you being hexed is all fun and games and such, but I would prefer to not be today. I already was last week." He tried to keep up with her babbling, half of which he didn't even understand. Then again, this was Ophelia, after all. He was both afraid of her and respected her at the same time. She was frightening as ever, but that worked on the Quidditch pitch. A loose cannon, on a broom, hitting anything in her gaze, like a shark. Eat, sleep, hit things. Though, Hargreaves was a believer in 'finesse,' not simply throwing yourself somewhere before you think
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And manly was something he was NOT.
After being hexed and petrified by Davenport, he wasn't too keen to 'prank' them. Especially not with Ophelia, of all people. It actually reminded him of his childhood, being beaten up by her. Embarrassing, really, it seemed to be a prevalent memory of his younger years. Daphne, Dex, and Ballard. All in their fancy clothes, attacking him out of nowhere.
"Ophelia, I don't even know why this is so necessary," he drawled deeply, putting his hands in his pockets, climbing the stairs carefully, flinching every time she poked him. "Why don't you just wait or something or just get back at whoever it is we're 'hunting' some other way?" He certainly did NOT want to end up with boils once again.
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Instead she planted her hands firmly on her hips and stared him very patiently down. "I've done this already. Loads of times. Once he even hexed me, if you can believe. Audacity, I tell you. Heads as big as very large and round and ugly balloons. Didn't even seem too choked up about the letters and I got Preston to help me with that," Ophelia went on, neverminding the fact that Hargreaves may not have the slightest idea what she was babbling about. What was important was that he went along with her, really. Wesley or Preston or even Iago would never go along with this, or if they would, they'd be very put out about it. Preston may even pout. Ta ta ( ... )
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