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Feb 25, 2007 14:57

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Wednesday, 15th March 2006 / 9:00 PM
Location: 7th year Ravenclaw boys' dorm
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Lolita

Lolita now considered Noah Ogilvy to be Troy's partner-in-crime. Or a sort of henchman. Because as Troy was confined to his room up in the Ravenclaw dorms, the Frog had apparently sent Noah as a ( Read more... )

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frogleygoof February 25 2007, 22:05:28 UTC

And there Troy Frogley sat, confined to bed-rest, leaning with his back against the headboard and using pillows stolen from Noah's bed. Every now and then he'd look up when he thought he heard footsteps up the staircase, only to remain perfectly still for a while, waiting for a knock on the door ( ... )

lolita_damon February 26 2007, 00:19:00 UTC

Lolita entered the room and greeted him wordlessly with a nod, as always, momentarily forgetting what he had been through, and that perhaps she should be a bit more sympathetic. The lack of words was quickly history, because she could never resist saying something bitterly sarcastic for too long--or just something bitter, maybe. Hmm, it depended on the case.

In this case, said insensitive comment was "Nice to know you think some St. Mungo's time means you're exempt from clothing, unlike the rest of us."

Trying to keep any potential hints of softness or concern from her face, she turned away from Troy for a moment, looking for a chair to pull up--and at the same time rearranging her expression. Troy must never be allowed to know exactly how hard it had been for Lolita to sit through the last few days, wondering how badly he'd gotten himself hurt. She'd ALSO wondered that if he'd thrown himself into near-depression after a random fistfight with Ben Connelly, he probably go suicidal after a random encounter of St. Mungo's caliber. ... ( ... )

frogleygoof February 26 2007, 00:37:21 UTC

Troy looked up absently, mid-word with a "Jemima, did you get sandwi. . ." and stopped abruptly when he saw Lolita. His eyes beamed up at her and he practically threw the parchment off to the side of his bed, giving her his full attention. He ran his hands through his hair and hoped he didn't smell too bad, glad she couldn't see the wounds under the bandages ( ... )

lolita_damon February 26 2007, 03:18:47 UTC

"Jemima?" Lolita echoed with a half-laugh, eyebrow raised. Not knowing it was Troy's nickname for Noah Ogilvy, she took a dramatic look around the room. "Oh, I wasn't aware you hid girls in your room. Doesn't make me any less surprised, though. And no, no sandwiches. Though I have several sheets of parchment--sometimes they taste the same...I suppose if you're desperately hungry...?" She shrugged, hiding her seriousness behind usual monotone humour.

When he moved over to give her a spot to sit, Lolita automatically stood, but halfway over changed her mind. That was definitely too close. Instead she stood by a nearby window, pulling aside the curtains a bit to let a shaft of light in. If she were Troy, she'd have gone mad already from bed-confinement ( ... )

frogleygoof February 26 2007, 04:13:53 UTC

Troy smirked, "Yeah, Jemima. I thought you were Noah for a second. He's late in bringing me back food, he is. . ." He shook his head, grinning up at her. "Psh, I don't hide girls in my room. No need to now, of course."

He laughed out loud, wincing a bit at feeling his cuts and scars under his bandages. "Yeah, I did. You'd be surprised, Claw tower is Naked Party central. I'd invite you, of course, but wasn't sure if you were interested, Damon. We play Chess and Connect-Four, it really is a good old fun time."

Troy turned his head to face her, grinning up and nodding in thanks for opening a window. "I don't have an off-brain. I have. . .an off-chest. Yeah. An off-chest. Doesn't affect my vision. It affects. . .Naked Parties." He yawned and replied, "Oy, shut it, you silly Hufflepuff. I love you, I don't think you're a monster. Please, Inferiority Complex, it kills me." His eyes seemed to beam stupidly as he said, "Well-wishes from you are much better than chocolate. And they're not empty calories, either."

lolita_damon February 27 2007, 01:32:31 UTC

((so I suck at life and failed to remember I had 9PM as the time, so therefore there would be NO sunny window, just...moonbeams, maybe. *facepalm*))

"Noah is Jemima?" Lolita said in wonderment. "How often do you blokes get drunk up here? One doesn't think of such names while sober." Actually, come to think of it, Sober-Troy was probably the equivalent of High-Lolita, so she couldn't really say anything. Sad.

She visibly flinched when Troy winced, and immediately hoped it hadn't showed. Trying to draw attention away, she continued to stare at the curtains, seeming to be very interested in the navy patterning. She felt stupid, standing silently, but the way she saw it? 'Stupid and taciturn' sure beat 'gibbering mess.' As long as she was alive, she was NOT going to go down THAT particular road.

"Generic old-people games. Sounds thrilling. Forgive me for being jealous," she said with an eyeroll, then asking, "...You all right there? Are you sure your innards aren't hanging out ( ... )

frogleygoof February 27 2007, 04:16:49 UTC

((OOC: HAHAHAHAA! Nah, I failed as well :P It's all good.))

"Nah, I was completely sober. Named him during Quidditch practice. Jemima, as in Jemima Puddleduck. You know, shawl and bonnet, eggs threatened by a fox. . ." Troy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's a Beatrix Potter book. Muggle thing, actually."

"Yeah. We tried Twister one time, but Noah complained. Best to stick to Mahjong tiles and Bridge. Bingo, too, on special occasions."

Troy nodded, "I'm fine. I just have to stay in bed until Friday night. So I can play on Saturday morning." He tilted his head to the side and snickered, "Oh come on now, you know you're dying to hear about the Naked Parties." He giggled childishly and sighed, stretching his arms above his head and folding them behind. "New subject? Fine. What would you like to discuss, Miss Damon? We could talk about your inferiority complex, if you like. I'd love to convince you otherwise."

lolita_damon February 28 2007, 01:41:06 UTC

The sober thing was sadly believable. Troy Frogley was just that weird, even when his blood was perfectly devoid of toxins. Though Lolita wasn't really complaining--the weirdness, actually, was almost endearing. Almost.

She shook her head and shrugged, not recognizing the author's name. "The only time I've heard the name 'Beatrix' in my life was when Thatcher Hale decided it made sense to compare me to Beatrix Kiddo. Whoever that is. His imaginary friend, I suppose. I wouldn't put it past him to have one."

Mention of playing on Saturday gave Lolita pause. Could he really go directly to the pitch? Saturday would only be his third full day back, and he was heading for more serious injuries if he really intended to play so soon. "You're playing on Saturday? Really, where do you GET these craptastic ideas, pull them out of your arse? You scared the bloody hell out of me getting yourself half-killed. If you had half a brain cell at all, you'd do well to stay off the pitch. For another week at least ( ... )

frogleygoof February 28 2007, 02:16:58 UTC

"Beatrix Kiddo? Kind of sounds. . .Nabokovian. . ." Troy smirked, knowing just how much Lolita hated him bringing up that novel of her namesake ( ... )

lolita_damon February 28 2007, 02:53:27 UTC

The Nabokov reference fell on decidedly deaf ears. Lolita had turned her ears to the 'filter' option to unfailingly bleep out things she didn't want to hear. So far, the list contained 'Nabokov', 'Dolores', and 'pies'. Not joking ( ... )

frogleygoof February 28 2007, 04:39:30 UTC

Troy tilted his head to the side, "I meant the whole kid f. . .Um. Never mind. It's even more awkward," he stopped, scratching his head and rearranging the feathers on his owl's wing. "You know what I mean, don't you Bob, you cheeky owl you," he said to him, sitting on the nightstand, smirking, completely ignoring his owl actually turning away from him.

"I won't overexert myself or anything, really, I won't," Troy insisted. "It's against the Slytherins, man, no contest, and their old captain's done and croaked. . ." Oops. Wrong thing to say. "It's fine. I'm just gonna' be out there for support." He stopped for a second, feeding a piece of chocolate to his owl. "Are you going to be there watching me?" he asked Lolita, looking up at her and grinning.

Troy let out a boyish, sarcastic "HAR HAR HAR!" and leaned back, scratching at his stomach. "No, not anymore. Only gets a lad into trouble. I've changed my ways," he nodded, cringing a bit himself, about the whole Hanna Kensington fiasco. . . "Um, no. I'll leave that title to Hale."

lolita_damon March 1 2007, 01:18:15 UTC

Kid f...? Lolita almost asked, but decided against it. There was ONE f-word word that came to mind when one was discussing Nabokov, kids, and Humbert Humbert, and Lolita--Damon, that is--didn't want to hear it.

Lolita held back a scoff as she watched Troy croon at his owl. Er, at Bob. It was a bit sad how people liked to name their owls, but perhaps it was her general lack of sensitivity talking.

"You're the Ravenclaw support system?" she wondered, amused. "You mean a cheerleader? Let me know how that goes, as I'll be as far away from the pitch as humanly possible to avoid the sight of you in a miniskirt." (Ew, brain-shudder.) That last bit answered his question of her attendance quite nicely.

What was THAT, chocolate? Lolita leaned forward and tried to snatch the candy out of Troy's hands. "What the... Can you REALLY feed chocolate to owls?" she asked, shocked, "Won't it kill them?" She was thinking back to her dog at home, how her parents had nearly killed it some two years previously by stuffing it full of holiday candy ( ... )

frogleygoof March 2 2007, 00:34:44 UTC

Troy looked up at her and quickly replied, "I'm the backbone of the team. The REST of the school are my cheerleaders. Nah. Noah's the only one who wears a skirt for us."

He let out a childish little "Whoa, whoa!" as she snatched for is hand, clenching it into a fist around the candy. "That's for dogs, says the stupid jock to Lolita Damned Damon," he quipped. "Owls can eat entire rats and cough up their BONES, do you really think they can't handle chocolate? Maybe Bob just has a stomach o'steel. His favourite's peanut butter truffles, actually." He crooned at his owl yet again, "Isn't it, Bob?"

Bob began to eat a piece of parchment lying on his nightstand. "Ah, see! He even eats paper!"

"I'm not being sanctimonious, I. . ." He turned a bit nauseous at hearing her speak of the Hanna Kensington fiasco. All he did was blink up at her, not having a follow-up. At all. He knew he couldn't very well just say Yes, and that was what opened up my eyes that I don't care about the easy flighty ones like her. I only like you. No, that wouldn't ( ... )

lolita_damon March 3 2007, 06:17:59 UTC

Ah, yes. The usual--confident, boastful, jocky Troy. Lolita would've been insanely worried during Troy's hospital stay, but she'd somehow blocked it out, convincing herself she wasn't that weak...or even weak at all. Largely by and by, it had been a success. No one had noticed and difference whatsoever in her attitude, except perhaps that it was worse. But then, most people took that without suspicions, anyway.

"Two things--first, enough with the 'damned'," she said, trying to pry the parchment from Bob's beak. "Second--when one's owl eats paper, one should stop it."

Lolita in fact hadn't mentioned Hanna Kensington before, and even now, was vaguely surprised that she had. She hadn't meant anything by it, of course (or that was what she resolutely thought)--it was just a comment meant to be scathing but casually in-passing, as was her trademark ( ... )

frogleygoof March 7 2007, 05:06:51 UTC

Odd thing about Lolita Damon, how she could ultimately change Troy's mood. Okay, so maybe it was an odd thing about Troy, if not the slightest bit pathetic. . .

Or a lot pathetic. . .

ANYWAYS. Where a compliment or half-smile or anything but a grimace from her could send his high-spirits soaring, so a frown or remark could crash it to the ground. And with her obviously knowing about the Kensington thing?

It plummeted.

At not hearing a word from her, Troy's eyes sank and he frowned right back at her. For once, he didn't want her around. He was starting to realize that maybe he didn't want her around as much. Nearly seven years and nothing from her.

Very unfair.

Troy stroked Bob's feathers to calm himself, and grabbed a half-eaten Get Well Soon note from his family back in Hackney. "Well. Good visit," he grumbled, turning on his side, facing away from her, wishing partly she'd leave. "Best be on your way now."

lolita_damon March 8 2007, 04:00:28 UTC

Oh, and there he had to go again, with his gloomy mopey moments, and some people said Lolita was temperamental? Obviously they didn't know Troy. These...issues of Troy's were undeniably infuriating to Lolita, no matter how much she wished she could shrug them off an pretend she didn't care. Maybe she did care; maybe she did feel bad about whacking him upside the head all the time.

What was she supposed to say now? Apparently something had just deflated Troy's bubble of happy. Dammit, he should've learned to store happy in an armored truck by now--hadn't he realised already?

"Be on my way...and go where?" she said simply, admitting to a semblance of pathetic-drifter-slash-outcast-status for (what she thought was) the first time. As far as she knew, she liked to steer away from talking about her distance from...well, people ( ... )

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