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[ohsweetmerlin]

Week Name/Date/Time: Keep Your Friends Close/Friday, 24 March 2006/ 10:01 PM
Location: (Corridor to) Kitchens
Open To: Thatcher, Hanna
Currently Involving: Merlin

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[cthatcherhale]

Thatcher didn't sneak out after curfew - he hadn't yet returned to his dorm! Ohhh, was he ever feeling gutsy. If that new caregiver caught him, well.. he'd not worry about that. Daft git seemed to fancy standing in dark corridors more than doing his job, in Thatcher's fine opinion, so he was hardly a threat.

He was whistling as he made his way down the hallway en route to the kitchens. He planned on chatting it up with house elves about Alexis to the point that they'd actually volunteer to make her something delicious.. something that Thatcher could sneak up to her. Oh, a bird! He had his very own bird (sort of) and it was lovely, plotting and planning out little things to do for her to let her know how special he thought she was! Sort of made him, who knows, warm and fuzzy inside and all of that rubbish! Though he'd never admit it. Too manly for warm fuzzies.

As Thatcher took a turn, he saw a familiar boy coming at him from the other end of the corridor and instantly smirked. "Merry," he called out, "Fancy seeing you in a place like this, eh? Wotcher?"

[hannakens]

Hanna Kensington was surprised that she still had the ability to try and be stealthy once curfew had passed and she was out of her common room. Evenings spent sneaking out with Charlie had caused her to be a bit more bold... perhaps giggly as she sneaked along the corridors. Without him, however, she found that she was calm and collected as ever, humming 'Hanna Bo Banna' to herself as was her habit when thinking of food.

Bananas. They were the key, possibly.

She abruptly stopped humming as it began to mix with a low whistling, and she smirked as she found herself heading toward Thatcher Hale. Oh, and Merlin Flanagan. He was in her year... rather loud and... far too proud of being Irish. But he was tolerable, at least, and so she continued to smile as she reached them.

"Two Gryffindor blokes? I'll be surprised if I manage to knick any food for myself now."

[cthatcherhale]

Goodness, weren't they a musical mix?

Had Thatcher known that Hanna had been behind him, he would have taken advantage of the situat-- NO, HE WOULD NOT HAVE. Thatcher was determined to not even touch another bird while he and Lexi were courting! Oh, but Hanna was so adorable and precious and sweet and he hadn't quite gotten the chance to ever properly snog her.. she was tempation, that Hanna. Horrid, gorgeous, toe-headed temptation. Despite her being the sort of temptation that had always caught Thatch's eye, he hardly registered her voice as it piped up behind him and immediately jumped, startled by the unexpected voice.

Knees slightly bent, eyes wide, and hand pressed to his heart, he quickly spun around to find the source of the noise.

Oh. Hanna.

Once the shock wore off, Thatcher plastered on a swanky grin. "Really, a fine bird such as yourself shouldn't be wandering about dark corridors without a proper gentleman to lead you about--" Oh, BLIMEY. Without any intentions, his voice was all lovely and low. "--I mean, you know." Which didn't help anything at all.

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin wasn't quite sure how 'Rocky Road to Dublin' and the name game connected smoothly, but if he was given the proper time he could figure it out. Squeeze in a verse of the name game after the 1 2 3 4 5 or something. Adding Thatcher's whistling, it would be highly entertaining.

"Ye fancy me in a place like this? Tha' what ye said, boyo? Ruin me appetite, why don't ye," Merlin joked, leaning back a bit to glance at Hanna. Yes, he knew her from a class or two, acquaintances perhaps... so on and so forth. Ben had mentioned making her angry once, but that was definitely not something to hold against her.

"Aye! Pokin' fun at us lions when yer not e'en supposed t'be.. lovely without... blokes there fer... oh bugger, nevermind. Talk to her, Thatch, I'm too distracted by hunger!"

[cthatcherhale]

"Every day and every night," Thatcher replied, not even skipping a beat as he batted eyelashes at Merry. "Bloody hell, Merry, it doesn't even have to be in a place like this. You name it, and I'll fancy you there, too."

Not what he meant with what he said, but hey. Thatcher could roll with it. Besides, he had this horrid habit of fake flirting with his mates and did it as much as he could. And no, he was not a poofer. His brow raised as Merry attempted to say... what was he attempting to say? She's lovely without blokes? Well, Hanna was lovely regardless, but.... OH GOD, THATCHER WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO THINK THAT. He thought to somehow wedge a brick from the wall and strike himself with it just to clear his mind. Un-Casanova Thatcher was very difficult. Very difficult, indeed.

He just stood there a minute, brow raised at Merry as he attempted to decipher what he was saying. And then, well, MERLIN. Thatcher didn't WANT to talk to her! She was Hanna, and he was Thatcher, and he decided then and there that no communication was better than struggling with one's inner ladykiller.

[hannakens]

Hanna raised an eyebrow at the banter they had between the two of them, smirking almost against her will. Well, it was somewhat humorous, and she was more relaxed in general these days. She couldn't help if an elitist thought or two popped into her mind now and again, but she was trying to have some perspective. That, in her mind, was commendable.

Then again, Hanna Kensington always did think pretty highly of herself.

"No, I don't know, Thatcher. If that's an offer, I'm afraid I can't take it up. Not fully. Only with the friendliest of intentions," Hanna answered him, sighing at Merlin. Well, clearly his light wasn't the brightest, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Charlie wasn't either, and she was incredibly fond of him.

"Does having a boyfriend mean I have to have him with me all the time? Be reasonable, please," she told the two of them, shaking her head and stepping forward to tickle the pear.

[cthatcherhale]

Well, Thatcher had always thought highly of Hanna as well, so he'd hardly blame her. Thought quite highly of himself too, actually. They had that much in common.

Thatcher's eyes struggled to not widen as Hanna replied - what what? She wouldn't want to be lurking about dark corridors with Thatcher? Well, that was a first! Not that Thatcher got all the action with all the ladies, just all the action with the majority of them. And he had fancied the idea of Hanna thinking him to be a dashing sort of bloke! Dim light or not, Thatcher was about as unknowing of her apparent boyfriend as he could be!

Apparently in his mind, french prostitutes and Hanna didn't quite connect.

Not that she was french. Or a prostitute.

Anyway.

"...you've a boyfriend?" he replied, shock not hiding in his tone. Well, spin him around and call him Suzie, who'd have thunk! With both Thatcher and Hanna being tied to their lovelies, the ground beneath them surely had to have frozen.

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin didn't think that highly of himself. He could easily joke that he had the better abs than Ben, which wasn't necessarily true (equally matched more like, according to Tatiana's review), but that was about the height of what he bragged about. Unless it was dancing or he wasn't completely serious. Bloody hell, sometimes he didn't even think he was sorted into the right place. He underestimated himself, and therefore he was the odd one out for this encounter. Not that he could sense that at all.

"Would ye fancy me in a brothel?" Merlin asked him with a chuckle, not knowing that in bloody hell he was on about. It was one of those nights, apparently.

He wondered why Thatcher was just standing there, and tilted his head to the side as he watched the bloke stare at Hanna with rather awkward facial expressions. Until, of course, she mentioned she had a boyfriend and he seemed to have something click into place. Merlin didn't see what was so shocking. She was a pleasant Hufflepuff, right? Seemed she'd easily be able to snag a nice bloke.

"Aye, tha's a story worth tellin'," Merlin piped in, also not connected the blonde in front of him to French prostitution. She was Swedish, if anything.

Oh right, the erm... pear. He clearly needed to pay more attention to what he was doing.

[cthatcherhale]

Had Thatcher been present for the Great Ab Debate, he would have cast a vote for Merry hands-down. Even if his abs weren't all that spectacular. Sad truth was that Merry was becoming far closer of a mate than Ben, and one had to stand by their pleasantly-abbed mates, after all!

With a grin, Thatcher nodded and gave a saucy wink. "Even a horrid french brothel, mate." With french prostitutes. HA.

To Merry's comment on Hanna and her boyfriend, Thatcher had not nod. "Indeed, do tell," he replied. This should be good. Merlin, who would she have settled in with, then? Surely not Troy, though Thatcher had made that match in his head a time too many. Or... what about that Blake bloke? He was quite and very Hanna-ish, in Thatcher's fine opinion. Oh, gods, hopefully she hadn't fallen in with one of those Slytherin rats! He'd have to rearrange her thought of mind quickly.

[hannakens]

Hanna would have also cast her vote for Merry, and as a woman, her vote counted double. Then again, she would have voted for Merlin no matter what, as he was not the one who'd been so rude to her... however long ago that was. Bloody Ben Connelly, unpleasant mudblood git. Ah.. no.. not mudblood, ah... pratty git! There, better, learning.

"Aren't you two fortunate? I'd love to be fancied in a brothel," Hanna stated with a shake of her head. Seemed all blokes were the same, essentially - completely ridiculous.

These two blokes, in particular, were very nosey. Though Hanna had a soft spot for Thatcher, and she couldn't help but smile as he seconded Merry's interrogation of sorts. She stepped into the kitchens, tapping her chin with her finger as she tried to decide what to say. She was definitely not with Blake, nor Troy (how awkward), and she knew the Slytherins far too well to date them.

"How would I benefit from revealing that information, hmmn?"

[cthatcherhale]

Thatcher opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'd fancy you in any brothel' to Hanna, but quickly stopped himself. That was no thing to say to a taken girl, especially when one was near-taken himself! But oh, would he have loved to say that. Would have equally loved the expression that was sure to appear on her face if he had. At least he had his imagination to soothe him, he reassured himself.

And yes, they both were completely ridiculous. Thatcher especially.

Thatcher was very nosey, yes, and would openly admit it himself. He loved to know what was going on and really, he was a bit of a gossip. If she told him, he'd instantly toss away plans of chocolate take to go relay it to his mates up in the tower, speaking in hushed tones and man-giggling, so on and so forth. "You'd not feel the need to hide it from us any longer," Thatcher replied solemnly as he took his place at Merry's side. Sure, she wasn't actually hiding anything, but Thatcher was grasping here. "The weight would be off your chest."

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin would have enjoyed all this support for his abs. He knew they were fantastic! Deep down inside he believed it to be true, but it was good to be reassured by mates like Thatcher, and pretty birds such as Hanna.

"I'd fancy ye in a brothel," Merlin stated with a shrug, not knowing Thatcher was attempting to keep himself from saying practically the same thing. Even if Merry did have a girlfriend, he'd still not feel bad about saying it.

It didn't even make any bloody sense!

"Are ye suggestin' she's got large basooms, Thatcher? Aye, I t'ink tha's what yer sayin', and tha's no way t'get her t'tell ye what ye want t'know," Merlin pointed out with a smirk and a shake of his head.

[cthatcherhale]

But if Thatcher and Merry got into an abs war? Well, that was best not spoken of. Thatcher was quite fond of his own abs as well.

As Merry said what Thatcher struggled to not say, he couldn't help but grin. Good show, Merry. He should speak Thatcher's mind more often and then... GOOD MORNING. He did. His eyes widened as he tried to feign shock, but really? He was too bloody amused to act insulted. Even as he tried to pull a shocked face and bring his hand up to his chest, he practically cried out with laughter. Oh god, he just couldn't do this anymore! He was rubbish at being the good boy.

So finally, swatting a hand at Merry as he fought off laughter, he replied, "She's got perfect basooms, mate, and she damn well knows it. But I hardly think that confessing her boyfriend to us would make them get off of said chest and if it did?" Pausing, but still laughing, he looked to Hanna with an even more amused expression. "...I'd have to talk you out of this horrible, 'basoom'-marring relationship."

[hannakens]

Ah, now in that situation Hanna would have to cast her vote for Thatcher. They had the history, after all. Which meant that she'd occasionally thought about snogging him and had never really gotten that far. Shame, really, as she bound to one bloke now. Which made her happy, of course, but to stop flirting all together? No one expected that of her, did they? Bloody hell, she didn't expect that of Charlie!

"Don't be so enthusiastic, I might be tempted to allow it," Hanna stated sarcastically, shaking her head at Merlin. Well, she had to be honest, he wasn't as bad as she has assumed him to be. Perhaps she was a bit quick to judge every now and again. Ahem.

She rolled her eyes as they openly began to discuss parts of her they were not welcome to be focusing on, and thwapped Thatcher in the shoulder as he called them perfect. A compliment she'd accept, certainly, but not without a bit of colour to her cheeks.

"I don't know what my breasts think of my relationship, I've not had a chance to ask them. I do, however, think that I'll just have to keep said boyfriend's name to myself... since Thatcher seems to already believe he should persuade me to change my mind about him."

Hanna shook her head, 'tsk tsk'-ing for a moment before searching for a house-elf and adding, "Pulling me away from one of your own friends. Horrible."

[cthatcherhale]

"Invite me," Thatcher said to Merry sharply. Bloody hell, if Merry was to have Hanna in a brothel to fancy her about in, Thatcher was going to be there. "And show more enthusiasm."

But then all joking was shoved aside as Hanna dropped a NUCLEAR WEAPON UPON THEM, blowing Thatcher away in any and all ways possible to the point that he actually stood there, speechless. Own friends? WHO THE BLOODY HELL WERE THATCHER'S FRIENDS, THEN? Oh god, did he HAVE friends?

Right. Merry.

BUT MERRY WASN'T DATING HER! And.. Troy?! No no, Troy wouldn't do that! He was bloody tied to Lolita! He really had to think this through and got wobbly in the knees as soon as he worried that it was Noah, and that Noah had snogged her and thusly was her new bloke, and this, of course, would mean that Thatcher had to snog Adriana.

He didn't want to die young.

Really, Thatcher would have loved to touch on the chest subject again (boy, would he), but that was all dropped to the floor and shattered at her news.

"THE BLOODY WHO?!" he finally exclaimed.

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Invite you to frequent the brothels? FRAILTY, THY NAME IS THATCHER!" Merlin tried to whisper, which made it sound much more like a loud hiss than anything else. Hanna would probably hear every word, but Merry couldn't be bothered to care at the moment. She'd already heard Thatcher's thoughts on her jibblies.

As Thatcher looked to him, Merlin waved his hands as if to say 'NOT ME, BOYO!', his own eyes wide and wondering.

He tried to run a list of Thatcher's friends, Troy being the first to come up and immediately shot down. He was constantly talking of Lolita. Or had been, until he'd gotten surprisingly cheery and claimed it was not because of said bird and... oy. Perhaps Hanna WAS snogging Troy in linen closets on a more regular basis. He didn't want to bring it up, should that be... incorrect, DO NOT PROVOKE HUFFLEPUFF WRATH. His mind told him this.

"DON'T BE SHOUTIN' AT HER, BOYO, SHE'LL LEAVE YE IN SUSPENSE!" Merlin shrieked, apologizing to the house elf that had approached him by cheerfully accepting a cherry tart.