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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Thursday, March 16th, 2006 / 7:03 PM.
Location: Ravenclaw 7th year Boy's Dorm Room
Open To: Blake (and other visitors? Open? Come and go?)
Currently Involving: Troy
Troy Birmingham Frogley bloody loved attention. He loved everyone asking him to tell him how "brave" he was (overlooking the whole 'hide-in-a-corner' fact), bringing him food, asking if there was anything they could do for him. Sure, he didn't like having to stay off his feet and lie around all day, but it did have it's perks. You had to take the good with the bad.
And for Troy? He was getting very good at taking the good in copious, plentiful amounts. He always had been, but he did like everyone offering to fluff his pillows, or fetch him a sandwich, or just say "Troy, you're so awesome." And he was. Yes, he was. Or so he'd keep telling himself. It did help that he had many visitors, that was an ego- and good spirits- boost, he did have to admit.
He had just finished dinner and was nibbling at a Mars Bar, reading the latest Quidditch magazine, beaming with pride over seeing the latest updates on the Falcons. Why, it was hard to stay all sad! This was facing up to be one of the highlights of his Hogwarts years!
. . .He'd ignore the bandages covering his entire chest, and the stinging feeling when he breathed a bit too deeply. He had to keep a good impression on, after all!
Location: Ravenclaw 7th year Boy's Dorm Room
Open To: Blake (and other visitors? Open? Come and go?)
Currently Involving: Troy
Troy Birmingham Frogley bloody loved attention. He loved everyone asking him to tell him how "brave" he was (overlooking the whole 'hide-in-a-corner' fact), bringing him food, asking if there was anything they could do for him. Sure, he didn't like having to stay off his feet and lie around all day, but it did have it's perks. You had to take the good with the bad.
And for Troy? He was getting very good at taking the good in copious, plentiful amounts. He always had been, but he did like everyone offering to fluff his pillows, or fetch him a sandwich, or just say "Troy, you're so awesome." And he was. Yes, he was. Or so he'd keep telling himself. It did help that he had many visitors, that was an ego- and good spirits- boost, he did have to admit.
He had just finished dinner and was nibbling at a Mars Bar, reading the latest Quidditch magazine, beaming with pride over seeing the latest updates on the Falcons. Why, it was hard to stay all sad! This was facing up to be one of the highlights of his Hogwarts years!
. . .He'd ignore the bandages covering his entire chest, and the stinging feeling when he breathed a bit too deeply. He had to keep a good impression on, after all!