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Feb 11, 2007 22:05

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Monday, March 6th, 2006 / 11am (can be changed)
Location: Grounds
Open To: Tom Paddock
Currently Involving: James Foster

( Run away from all your boredem, run away from all your whoredom... )

tom-paddock, week-026

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tom_paddock February 11 2007, 23:25:31 UTC

See, Tom actually thought that today was a perfect day to go flying. You never know when you're actually going to have to fly in conditions like this so he found that you'd better be prepared for it. One of the benefits of flying when he knew others wouldn't was knowing that he'd get the pitch to himself.

Except for that now he was going in to get some early lunch (the best was served first). So glancing over his shoulder he noticed that oh-so-familiar face of one James Foster and couldn't help but run over to him only to taunt him.

"Trying to work off some baby fat," he said chuckling a little as he caught up with him.

james_foster February 11 2007, 23:41:46 UTC

Oh, Merlin. Could James not go ONE DAY without being bothered? He couldn't think of how pleasant that would be and what a nice change it would make. He kept jogging, eyes straight ahead all the time. His lips moved slowly as he spoke to Tom. James wanted to be sure that the idiot boy caught EXACTLY what he was trying to tell him.

"Fuck. Off. Clawboy."

To say James was still pissed off about last Monday would be an understatement.

tom_paddock February 12 2007, 03:14:25 UTC

Actually, Tom'd practically made it one of his short-term goal to make James as angry as possible. The longer he kept making such snitty remarks about Celeste, the longer that Tom'd keep annoying him.

Putting a friendly arm around his shoulder while still keeping up with him jogging, Tom said, "You know mate, being so hostile really will get you no where in life," and added in a cheeky grin afterwards. He knew exactly what James would probably do next, but Tom was ready for some more of his attempt at using big and volatile words that he probably didn't understand.

"I've been meaning to ask you about those bruises from my bat Jamesy-poo!" Tom added in, like it wasn't a huge deal he'd managed to muff James up so badly. "How're they doing? Turn a nasty blueish-purple yet? Or did they skip right over that stage and go right to a shining black?"

james_foster February 12 2007, 10:02:00 UTC

It was good that Tom would be getting something positive out of this exchange, because James was already seething. He really needed to work on his temper, the boy had only been there two minutes!

The Slytherin tried to shrug off Tom's arm as quickly as it was placed there. He kept his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look at the younger boy for fear of, quite simply, killing him. "Don't touch me," James ordered, holding an arm up to try and prevent any more attempts to lean on him. "I don't need filth like you anywhere around me. So once again, I demand that you bugger off." James was speaking in a deadly quiet tone. His intention was of course to try and intimidate the younger year, but as he was jogging? This didn't quite work. Most of the words lost emphasis on every breath he had to take.

"I've been meaning to ask you about those bruises from my bat Jamesy-poo!"James' eyes narrowed. The kid had managed to do a lot more than give him a few bruises. He'd been forced to go up to the hospital wing with broken bones. From the sound ( ... )

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