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[lolita_damon]

Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Picking Up the Pieces’ / Tuesday, 14 February 2006 / 7:30 PM
Location: courtyard near Great Hall
Open To: Troy. Durrr.
Currently Involving: Lolita

Much at the same time that a hundred different couples were snogging it up in the Great Hall (under the horrified gazes of ten professors, no less), Lolita Damon was skipping dinner and

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[frogleygoof]

Lolita would probably be happy to know Troy had spent the entire day, for the most part, sleeping. Last year had been nice, with Sam Pascal and the usual romantic gestures and such. However, now she was with Darin. And Troy had been single for a VERY, very long time. Sure, Troy could have gone and found any number of birds who might snog him

[lolita_damon]

Well, good thing the general feeling of gloom was mutual, then. Lolita, by now, was sick of being the only one feeling down in the whole castle. Even if she was used to it, that didn't mean she had to enjoy it, now did it?

She should've been proud of Troy, she supposed. She had noticed the gestures, that he'd given up casual snogs and had even taken to reading the books she heaped upon him from time to time, but...something still felt totally and completely...off. Off as in off-kilter. Every now and then she thought perhaps Troy was being earnest, and then...? THEN he had to go galloping off and snog the face off of Hanna Kensington--yes, she'd heard about it--and all the "perhaps" that had been boiling in her mind went up in a cloud of smoke

[frogleygoof]

The gossip spreading about the castle concerning the Hanna Kensington FIASCO (and yes, it was a fiasco, as he had the slightest inkling this is why he was in such a phase of bad luck) only made it worse. He'd been avoiding all reminders of the blonde bird successfully so far, even if that meant staying relatively out of sight and away from linen closets

[lolita_damon]

Lolita didn't know the full truth of it, but she was pretty willing to consider it a fiasco as well. Even more than the Ben-Troy fight (which Lolita didn't even consider an embarrassment to Troy in the least), the Kensington fiasco had made Lolita lose a bit of faith in Troy possibly coming around.

Troy figured Lolita wouldn't have wanted to see him? He couldn't have been farther away from the truth--not that she'd ever admit the truth to him. Well, perhaps when the Last Judgement came and the trumpets sounded, THEN she would consider cluing him in. Maybe. Just maybe.

What hey? She didn't criticize him; all she did was offer, er, constructive opinions and joke around with him. If he couldn't see something as simple as that, maybe he didn't deserve that fond teasing. Maybe she should turn around and throw pointed insults at him, then. Bloody fool

[frogleygoof]

((Hahahaha! What can I say?! He's the jock extraordinaire! :P

[lolita_damon]

((:DDDD He's adorable too. *I hug Troy as Lolita scowls*))

"Falcons?" Lolita repeated, thinking that if she heard the word again, it might click in her memory somehow. Nope. Still didn't do a thing. "I've never heard of them. I wouldn't go playing for some obscure team, if I were you." After a second's thought, she added, "You don't suck, but the chance isn't good. Some people get contracts simply for being in the right place at the right time. And really, Troy, you're never in either one. I suppose you could start stalking talent agents, but..." She shrugged. "You'll run the risk of arrest."

Lolita held up her hands as if to say that her words were only words of warning. "If you want to, go for it, by all means. I'm not trying to discourage you; I'm telling you to think. For once. Truthfully, it's nice that you're so optimistic. But optimism always gets crushed somewhere along the way by some major trauma. Here's to hoping you don't get smushed." She was being completely honest--she didn't know if Troy could take being crushed. He

[frogleygoof]

Troy's light brown eyes seemed to boggle in his skull at Lolita, hearing she didn't know who the Falmouth Falcons were. "FALMOUTH!" he cheered out in his usual team-pride, jock-boy way of his. "The Falmouth Falcons! Cornwall! You know. . . 'Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads'?" The Falmouth Falcons were only his favourite team in the entire league, known for their rough playing style and countless injuries. Troy couldn't imagine how fantastic it would be to play for them. And since he got the one scout letter, he'd been even more pumped to possibly even be chosen to try out for the team. "OBSCURE, well. . .what's your favourite team? The Appleby Arrows? Tornados? Puddlemere United? Because really, Falcons. . .bloody magic! You'll have to go to a match with me over the summer hols, you will

[lolita_damon]

Troy's Quidditch-fanboy outburst nearly made Lolita laugh aloud, and she had to bite her lip to keep from being too rude about it. Yes, this WAS the old Troy. He was back, all right, but though...if that was a good thing or a bad thing, Lolita wasn't sure about it yet. Hmm.

"That breaking heads thing sounds like Avis Abernathy," Lolita said, thinking of the pyromaniac fifth year Gryff that she thought would make a great sister. Lolita would gladly trade her two crazy-arse little brothers for Avis, any day. "But no, actually, I've not heard of them. Or maybe I have, but there're TOO many bloody teams that call themselves the 'falcons'. It's getting rather pathetic. Someday there'll be a falcons vs. falcon game that'll make fans go blind with confusion."

As for a favorite team of hers...Lolita frankly had no idea. "All teams will be a disappointment if you give 'em enough time." Never an optimist, she was. Never. In complete contrast with Troy, which was further proof that they'd never match well enough to be--aaah...to be nothing.