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[jeremypitt]

Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Natural Disaster’ / Thursday, 9 February 2006 / 12:03 PM
Location: kitchens
Open To: Bryant
Currently Involving: Jeremy

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[brysawyer]

Bryant stretched lazily as he came into th kitchens, still clad in his favourite grey sweats and a yellow t-shirt. What? He liked to sleep in Puff colours. So?

Thursdays were brilliant in that there were no classes to pretend he might attend, so he could be lazy without getting dirty looks or lectures about how he should care more about school things. He celebrated the fact today by sleeping late and now he was coming into the kitchens in search of sustenance. Breakfast or lunch or whatever struck his fancy.

His good mood was halted a bit, though, as he entered the kitchens to see one of his least favourite people right there with his head in the fridge.

"Great," he muttered quietly as he started searching the cupboards on the opposite end. Why did he have to be here?

[jeremypitt]

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder as another person entered the kitchen. His eyes rolled slightly when he caught glimpse of his brother. That... was brilliant.

Choosing to ignore him, he went back to his sandwich building without a word. At least, he stayed silent until the "Great".

"I am, aren't I?" he mumbled in return, not turning to look at his brother this time around.

Bloody Hufflepuff ponce. Were his pajamas always full of house pride?

[brysawyer]

Bryant rolled his eyes, because that? Was lame. Jeremy was such an arrogant prat and Bryant completely hated him for it.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rudely as he started assembling a variety of foodstuffs. As far as he was concerned, Jeremy should be anywhere BUT here. Bloody annoying, it was.

[jeremypitt]

It was only lame because Bryant was just as stuck on himself. Jeremy hated the Hufflepuff's arrogance with a passion. Especially when he was off pretending that Jeremy was the one stuck on himself.

"What does it look like I'm doing here?" he asked as he topped his sandwich with lettuce then a pickle. "What are you doing here?" he questioned with a slight smirk. "Is the Great Hall not serving prats this afternoon?"

Though they often passed insults like this, Jeremy kind of hated it. He wanted to get along with his family... Bry was just an annoying tosser. Could anyone get along with him?

Really, it was amazing that they both came from the same mother when you considered how different they were.