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Week Name/Date/Time: "Keep Your Friends Close" / Sunday 19 March, 2006 / 2:23 pm
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Margie
( At least he's got a hangover...? )
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Margie
( At least he's got a hangover...? )
He would have been a bit more embarrassed had he not woken up dripping wet, covered in bubbles, in only his boxers, with the worst headache he'd ever felt in his life. The more embarrassing part? He woke up outside the DOOR of the bathroom.
He proceeded to try to soak the headache out, staying in the tub, realizing it wouldn't exactly work. In defeat, feeling like even his eyeballs hurt, Troy wrapped his head up in a towel and stumbled on back to Ravenclaw tower, wearing only a huge, comfy blue towel.
He wore those alarmingly often, really.
Trudging in through the portrait hole, he rubbed his eyes and wanted to find Noah to go get him some food, anything to soak up the alcohol, seeing the fire off by the couch. He walked near it, flopping to the floor and lying there in front of it lamely, not noticing Margie on the couch.
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When she opened her eyes though, there was suddenly some big bloke in only a towel lying on the floor. She gave a loud yelp, moving back into the couch more, her heart starting to race. Oh bloody Merlin how did he get there? Why was he in a towel?
Her face immediately turned an intense bright red as she tried to look anywhere but at him. He was only wearing a towel! The Head Boy! The crazy Quidditch captain! Blimey just kill her now, seriously.
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Troy raised his arms over his head, stretching and rubbing his eyes as he groaned. Of course, until he heard a yelp and a scurrying noise. He bolted upright, realizing he hadn't even looked around to see if anyone was around.
Not that at this point, he really cared whether or not anyone saw him wrapped up in his towel-toga.
. . .Then again, when did he actually care about any of that? Never, really.
On sitting up, his skull throbbed a bit more in pain and he flopped back to the floor with a pained whine, seeing Margie Staten sitting on the couch. He smiled apologetically and nodded at her, unwrapping the second towel around his hair and putting it over his body. For. . .prudence? Something? "G'morning, Margie dear," he murmured, closing his eyes and lying back down.
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If Margie had known that he would bolt upright and look around? She probably wouldn't have yelped. Great now he knew she was there and probably saw her red face and god why now?
Of course if her mind and mouth were a bit bolder she might actually point out that she wasn't complaining about the state of his wardrobe. It was nice to look at. But thank Merlin she wasn't that tired yet. Or else she might think that something had happened to her brain.
Plus she shouldn't be thinking those thoughts. No no no. Those were not good. It was...oh bugger she should just stop while she's ahead.
"M-m-m-morning," she managed to stutter out, slightly glad that he had put the other towel over his body. Plus his eyes were now closed and he was lying down. That made it much better. Now she could just blush and look away awkwardly in her own world and not have him know about it.
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He couldn't remember if he had streaked through the corridor the previous night, but perhaps he would learn soon enough. SOMETHING caused him to lose his clothes.
Maybe it was Rylie. . .
No. That he remembered fully.
ANYWHO, Troy had other things to focus on now. Such as meditating this hangover away and trying not to grin at hearing the shy adorable girl's stuttering. Keeping his eyes closed, as he was quite sensitive to light, he scratched his stomach and yawned deeply. "What brings you out to the common room? Just lounging about? No homework?"
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Maybe he should have put off his homework so he wouldn't have said free weekends to get plastered. He certainly wouldn't have to worry about these migraines.
"Resting," he repeated, trying not to laugh as she stuttered. Really, did girls get that awkward and jittery around him? Was he intimidating? He didn't think so. Ah well, he wouldn't complain. He loved shy, blushing birds. Charming, in an endearing way. "Yes. To lounge. That and I believe my skull will explode if I keep walking. I just need to. . ." He yawned deeply. "Lie down for a second."
Or a year, really.
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Oh, Troy was aware of this. Definitely. Not so much for Margie in particular, but cocky blokes such as himself usually assumed they were as hot in other people's eyes as they themselves believed them to be.
Oh, he found it difficult to sleep when he had a hangover headache. He would keep waking up having to run to the loo, or taking another muggle pill to get rid of his headache, or summat of the sort. He'd love talking, of course. With a smile, he merely replied, "You weren't around for our Quidditch party, were you?"
That might just clear the subject, if Margie was there.
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She giggled at his comment, taking those calming deep breaths she knew oh so well. Maybe they might actually work for her right now. At least her heart wasn't beating 5,000 times a minute now. That had to be a step up in the right direction.
"No I...oh...oh..." she said as it finally sunk in. The party probably had alcohol which was partially why she had skipped out in favor of the Astronomy tower. Also she couldn't handle that many people at one time, especially since they had won. "Congratulations on winning...i-it was a good game."
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He smiled over at her, finally opening his eyes, resting his hands on his stomach. Drumming his palms on his belly, wondering why he heard such a weird hollow noise, he nodded, "Yeah, surprising game, really, I thought so. Thanks. We did put a hurtin' on those Snakes."
"Do you fly, by any chance?" he asked off-handedly.
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Nodding along, she kept her eyes on the couch, not trusting herself to look at him. It would just be better for everyone really. Especially her.
But not when he mentioned flying.
At that she had to look at him, her eyes as big as saucers. Didn't he see her walking around normally? Bloody hell she could barely last thirty minutes without tripping over something or nothing. There was a reason why she never flew...it just wasn't a pretty sight. At all.
"No!" She said quickly that was followed with a loud snort at the thought of her trying to fly again. And as if she wasn't blushing enough at what happened the last time she flew, now she was because of that snort.
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