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[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Careers Abound' / Wednesday, 7th December 2005 / 3:17pm
Location: Owlery
Open To: Whomsoever wishes it!
Currently Involving: Ophelia

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[luciano_delarco]

Luciano was having a bit more luck with the feathered warriors of doom. He was a gentle soul and animals seemed to like him. Well...most of them. Some just liked to take advantage of him or scare his pants off. Which was always awkward to explain. But enough with the lack of pants. The school owls liked him because he visited them frequently and always brought treats and soothing words. The treats made up for the fact that he often sent the poor birds off to Italy to his Mother. And to James ('don't call me father- I'm not that old!'), who had a bad habit of going on cruises and making the poor birds fly about trying to find him. Anyways, Luc liked to feed owls so he wouldn't feel AS bad about inconveniencing them, so the owls like Luc. All in all, it was a happy relationship.

Clearly not everyone had his luck.

Seeing a younger girl running about after the birds, Luc quickly got one perched on his arm and started to walk it over to her. Looking up, he began to quietly announce the owl when he finally realized who the lady was.

OH DEAR MERLIN IN A POLKA DOTTED TOGA.

It was that terrifying girl with the strange chicken fetish.

Luciano made a noise similar to that of "eep" and thrust the owl at her.

[opheliaballard]

FEATHERS OWLS AGGH! were Ophelia's first thoughts upon running in to Lucy. Not literally running in, of course, for it was the owl that had seemed to run into her. Nevermind the soothing girly-Lucy feedings and the promises of seaside Italian resort views on their mission to find the dear boy's mummy: the owl clearly knew Ophelia from old. And as such it was gone up to the rafters again in a flurry of molting and Ophelia was left staring madly at Lucy, both of them covered in feathers.

"Whhhhy, Luciano, fancy seeing you here EHEH?" she eyed the both, frowning slightly as she began the task of distributing the feathers on her robes to his via wingardium.

"Don't you know, I think I remember something you were supposed to find for me," Ophelia went on, stopping her feather floating momentarily to fix one eye on this Lucy bloke, practicing her very best 'staring down' skills.

[luciano_delarco]

The owl definitely should have been a warning. The sort of warning with GREAT BIG FLASHING LIGHTS and BELLS and such. But if Luc had managed to pick up on the lights and bells and such, he was clearly too terrified to do the only logical thing: run. But back to the owl. Luciano looked from the owl to Ophelia, then back to the owl (which was probably relocating to Madagascar...smart bird). When he returned to Ophelia for the last time, he was in the midst of being...well, feathered.

On the bright side he wasn't being TARRED too.

He hoped he just hadn't jinxed himself. He was already in a bad enough situation. Luciano + Acrophobia + Owlry + Ophelia = BAD THINGS FOR LUCY.

"Er yes. Fancy that." Luc stammered, looking nervous, "er, it's been a while? Nice to see you?" Could you please close your eyes and count to a billion while I run in the opposite direction?

Oh oh oh! No! Not the stare! A puppy dog could probably stare down Luc, not to mention an unhinged Slytherin. He cringed, looking for an excuse. "Um...Hogsmeade doesn't sell chickens? I would buy you the prettiest chicken there if they did...but they don't." Right. Would that placate her? Absolutely not, you daft badger. Luc certainly hoped so.

[opheliaballard]

Oh if she'd only HAD tar, what a pretty picture she would paint. Not to mention it'd take ages to get all these feather pieces off her very nice robes thankyouverymuch, and she verymuch did NOT appreciate the tampering of her clothing items by this Puffie. No matter how enticingly easy to control he seemed to be.

"Oh nice to see you too Lucydear" Ophelia replied with sweetness that seemed so incredibly geniune that it most definitely could not be. She flitted her hand out as though she were immensely flattered and fanned her face before continuing on her task of staring and feather removal.

Well. At least he remembered what he was supposed to find. An improvement upon most people she told to do things. An improvement indeeeed, Ophelia put a hand to her chin and gave the boy a contemplative look. If she had been taller, slighter, older, and much more of a male sort with facial hair, she would have been stroking a nicely trimmed goatee with a diabolical look on her face. As such, however, she only had a chin and a mass of curls to work with. Alas!

"That is awful sweet Lucy, but just not acceptable. No. No no. You'll just have to nick one from the kitchens. I'll show you where they are if I must but honestly, you call yourself a 4th year and you don't know where the kitchens are where have you BEEN all this time UP IN YOUR TOWER and on TIME FOR EVERY MEAL how do you LIIIIVE?!?!" Ophelia's eyes bulged out slightly from her face and there was a tiny green vein that pulsed more noticably than usual in the leftmost part of her face before she took a breath and all returned to normal. Or, in any case, she became near-sweet looking again.

[luciano_delarco]

If Luc had to rank the horrifying things Ophelia did, he wasn't quite sure which would be higher: the screechings or the false sweetness. Both were simply terrifying. He supposed he'd just have to give her straight tens in the evil, diabolical maniac section. She would probably be pleased.

"Not...acceptable?" Oh dear. Oh deary, deary me. Nicking? Nicking was BAD. BAD BAD BAD. Lucy was a GOOD boy. Good boys don't STEAL things. ...Unless said good boys are threatened by thirteen year old girls. Psychotic, thirteen year old girls. Alright. Kitchens. Uh oh. "Erm, I think..." Luciano blushed and looked at his feet. AS WELL HE SHOULD. To think, he had been at Hogwarts for FOUR YEARS and NOT found the KITCHENS. "I think you had better show me."

Oh tarnation. This was really not turning out to be a good day. First he was cowering in front of a little girl and second he was succumbing to PEER PRESSURE. Oh what would his mother say!? (He knew what James would say: "Atta boy! who needs morals when you can have FUN!?" or something along those lines. Really, Luc preferred his father with a SOCCER BALL. Advice? Not so much.)

[opheliaballard]

Ophelia tilted her head to the side and gave the odd little Puffling a look that could be almost construed as a very slight case of adoration. To think, the wee thing really didn't know where the kitchens were. OH WASN'T HE JUST PRECIOUS?

"Well then, well then THIS WAY I SAY!" Ophelia flounced her skirts and took off sprinting out of the Owlrey, stopping by the entrance to wait for Lucy as what seemed like a 1,000 birds scattered and then drew up all together in a mass rush of something thought could translate to a sigh of relief in Birdspeak.

It was a good thing Ophelia did not know Birdspeak, or Lucy may have had to nick something more than just a chicken. She would have had a craving for nice, roast, OWL.