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[margietheshy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Friends In Low Places' / Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 / 9:45 am
Location: Empty classroom by the Ravenclaw common room
Open To: Noah
Currently Involving: Margie

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[margietheshy]

Poor Noah indeed. If anyone deserved an award for worst week ever it would have to be him. Ok it may not seem that way to some people, but sometimes kissing someone was the most embarrassing thing. Especially afterwards. Who knew what would happen then?

Of course when he entered her mind was far away from that and deep in rebellions in the 16th century! Fascinating. Who knew so much could happen and then cause even more destruction? Why they even got all worked up by some old cauldrons was a little silly in her opinion, but weren't they all? Imagine being going completely loony over a cauldron...

That was where her train of thought derailed, as Noah's voice pulled her straight out of her own little bubble. It also shot her whole body a few good inches into the air. What could she say? Her nerves were up and going at full force. It was her first response mechanism, before looking over to see who it was.

Thank goodness it was Noah. Thank you Merlin, she thought as she quickly pushed herself up so that she was in a sitting position. All better.

"Noah! No I managed to keep it under control," she said with a smile and then looked over at her books. "I think my books are trying to."

[noah_ogilvy]

No, Margie was unfortunately correct about not everyone understanding the severity of the situation. His own best mate, Troy Frogley, had seen nothing wrong with the snogging scenario and had congratulated Noah on his lips' adventure. Oh, and then there was Thatcher who was actually somewhat jealous. Did no one understand that there was the possibility of his death here? NO ONE? Well, at least Margie would have... had she known, and thank Merlin she didn't because HOW EMBARRASSING.

Noah could definitely say that he wished he was lost in the 16th century. History of Magic was one of his favourite subjects, not to mention the only topic that could keep him from inventing his own stories.

He could easily imagine getting worked up over a cauldron. He just had that type of personality, sadly.

"I could save them, but I have a phobia of parchment cuts," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders, chuckling a little at the fact that his statement had some truth behind it. Parchment cuts were awful, and he always felt as if he had one on one finger that he needed one on the same finger on the opposite hand. Ergh.

[margietheshy]

Yes Margie would have understood, but it was a very good thing she didn't know. That would be more embarrassing than anything and she would be worried that he would get hurt as well! Last week had been a complete and utter disaster, except for Lexi and Thatcher, but for most of the other people. Just horrible.

"Phobia? Really? Well that must be hard," she said with a frown, not imagining what it would be like to be like that. Really it must be horrible to even go near a parchment for him. Especially on bad days, parchments always seemed to sneak those in when you were especially done or on a schedule. Ugh.

Of course she was a tad too gullible to realize that he might be making it up. If he said it wouldn't it be true? And phobias weren't something to joke about, right? So what if she would believe just about anything, it kept her happy and safe from being too embarrassed. Until afterwards.

[noah_ogilvy]

Noah didn't really want Margie worrying about him. He could easily say that he did enough worrying about himself for every single person that cared about him at all. He was, however, not opposed to worrying about her, as he'd always seen her as the CALM sister that he'd never had with... older, mental, catty sisters like Jean and Francis. Noah was not going to point out that Thatcher always seemed to have unbelievable luck and that his Lexi situation was just another example of this.

"Oh, it could be, but can you imagine all the other people struggling with phobias in the world? What would happen if one suddenly gained a phobia of oxygen? I've always wondered, and I honestly can't think of how that one would turn out," Noah stated with a heavy sigh, placing his hand under his chin as he contemplated the subject a bit more.

Really, there was just no living with a phobia of oxygen.

"What are you working on?" he asked suddenly, remembering he wasn't alone in his dorm or the library, but was actually supposed to be attempting conversation.

[margietheshy]

Margie didn't want Noah worrying about her though. Really she worried enough as it is and it would just make her feel worse than usual. Besides he was that brilliant older brother that she never had who told the best stories! Not like her annoying little brother.

She paused and blinked, before putting both of her hands under her chin and a little frown crossing her face. "How would they live? Would someone be born with it? Would they just die right away or just one day...get scared and pass out or suffocate?" Just the thought of being scared of the one thing you can't live without was mind boggling. You really couldn't live that way.

"What?" She said as she was snapped out of her thinking, looking down at her books before remembering what she was doing. "History of Magic essay. It's on the 16th century rebellions," she said with a bright smile.

[noah_ogilvy]

It seemed that they were exactly the same in that respect then. He wouldn't want her worrying and she wouldn't want him worrying and yet they'd continue to do so anyway. It was probably best not to argue with their own personal tendencies. Not that he was going to start believing in auras and... mud baths. He made a mental note to stay away from Melody for awhile.

"I really don't know, Margie, I really don't know. I would assume it wouldn't be logical to be born with such a thing, but I don't understand what would trigger that response either. Perhaps water going down the wrong pipe, but I would assume that would cause a water phobia," Noah rambled, scratching his head as he thought about it.

"What's worse? A phobia of words. That would kill me faster than a lack of oxygen."

No, really, it probably would. Just thinking about all those phobias made his eyes twitch and his head throb with confusion.

"Oh, I know all about those. I won't tell you, that's cheating," Noah told her with a grin. Well, it probably wasn't, but it was best he kept his mouth shut anyway. He'd tell her the wrong information without a doubt.

[margietheshy]

Auras and mud baths? Yes it was probably for the best for them just to stick with what they knew best and let the other do as they will. Unless Noah somehow got possessed by the devil. Then Margie would want to do something about that.

"Maybe someone thought it would be a practical joke, like an uncle...or something," she said while trailing off a little. She didn't really know what she was saying. Or really why they were talking about it but it was something to talk about! Hurrah!

Margie was opened her mouth, and then closed it. A phobia of words? Well that would be bad...how would you get away from it? A sound proof room? That would probably the most likely outcome but wouldn't that just be horrible?

It would make it easier when avoiding people, and you wouldn't have to deal with awkwardness. Or even social situations in general! Would you be able to think? Would that be part of the phobia? Bugger now her head was starting to go a little off.

"Either one would be horrible," she said with a decisive nod. "Could you imagine that? Oh bugger that would just be...Merlin..."

Margie shook her head and stuck out her tongue, "Oh come on. You can't just say that you know and then not at least tell me a little. Besides it's not cheating...just an alternate source of information." She wouldn't end up using it, but any story would be fun to hear. Especially if it involved history.

[noah_ogilvy]

Why in merlin's name would Noah Ogilvy ever become possessed by the devil? If the bloke was smart, he'd realise that Noah had absolutely nothing interesting to offer him. OCD tendencies and a passion for twisting the truth? Not to mention being a doormat for all his mates. All that combined with the fact that he had nothing he wanted in exchange for his soul meant that Margie had nothing to worry about. Except for all those other things they'd already decided were worth worrying... or... bugger.

"Uncle! Uncles are known for their chicanery..." Noah teased with a deep, rumbly laugh, scooting backwards to rest his back against the room's wall. What kind of practical joke would an uncle have to play in order to cause a phobia of oxygen? Perhaps locking the child in an iron lung.

While Noah did agree that it would make social situations less awkward to handle, primarily because there wouldn't be any, he would much rather face the humiliation of attempting conversation than be left without words to enjoy. Perhaps that was the writer side of him. Or typer... considering his handwriting looked like... llama vomit.

"16th century, you said? Right, well, the one in 1560 was caused by Yardley Platt, the serial goblin-killer. The goblins were so outraged that the man had died before actually receiving punishment that they rose up in yet another bloody rebellion. Little did they know that Yardley Platt was still alive, but news traveled slower in those days - even for magical creatures - and they never found out that it was actually Pardley Gnatt that had been crushed by a stampede of porlocks."

Brilliant.

[margietheshy]

With the way that the world was today it wouldn't surprise Margie at all if the devil started possessing random people like Noah. Not that the devil made a practice out of it...but you never knew right? It could be this huge conspiracy that everyone was trying to cover up and Noah was unlucky enough to get caught up in there. Besides, the quiet ones were always the unpredictable ones. Wasn't that the saying?

"They are! They probably have a class so that all uncles can be that way," she said with a little giggle. It would be a horrible practical joke but it could be done. If some uncle was mean and didn't like the child enough...or was that oblivious to the concequences of it. Poor kid.

Margie took in his story and laughed, not caring if it wasn't true or not, just loving some type of story about history. "No! Where was he then?"

Lapping it up? Just a little bit.

[noah_ogilvy]

Noah wasn't exactly quiet. Perhaps he'd intended to spend his life that way, but it hadn't worked out for him. He was awkward when meeting new people, definitely, but around 'the summit'? He was as loud as the rest of them, at least in short bursts. No, Noah would remain convinced that the devil would get tired of researching the probability of a pureblood becoming pregnant with a banshee and leave his body. Noah had trouble dealing with himself sometimes, he didn't expect anyone else to try and manage it.

"I hardly see my uncles, I wouldn't really know. They tend to sleep and tell stories, that's about all. I do have a crazy Welshman for a grandfather, though. He'd probably scare me into fearing oxygen," Noah informed her with a slight laugh and a shrug of his shoulders.

The insane uncle class, hmmn. Why did Noah have a mental image of Snape running about, whacking their knuckles with his wand and telling them that it was oxygen phobias and nothing less would do?

"Oh, it's incredibly ironic! He was in Ireland studying porlocks and their behavioral patterns! The same man that was murdering the goblins could have saved poor Pardley Gnatt's life!"

[margietheshy]

If the devil would tire of Noah, maybe then it would stop terrorizing other people! Wouldn't that be wonderful? Positively brilliant. Maybe then there would be a normal peaceful day here and there...right? Besides everyone needed a vacation from themselves sometimes, just for a day or a moment. Margie may not know exactly what Noah was feeling, but she did understand having trouble dealing with yourself. That she did.

"Well that's unfortunate," she said with a slight frown. "At least you have your grandfather! Any insane relative would work. Why do they always seem to be somewhat Welsh though?"

Maybe because it was what really happened. Imagine all of the things he would make them learn. Oxygen phobias, word phobias, water phobias...maybe even people phobias. That might be hard to teach though wouldn't it?

"That's horrible!" She said with an actual concern for poor Pardley Gnatt. "The poor man was just a result of bad and lack of communication. How could they let that happen? Crazy rebellions and goblins."

[noah_ogilvy]

Noah doubted the devil would suddenly decide to not terrorize people simply because he'd tired of Noah. In fact, he'd say the opposite reaction would be likely to occur. The devil would be so angered by the fact that he'd not had a successful possession that he'd run amok... setting things on fire or whatever chaos ensued when the devil was displeased.

Perhaps wet snogs, if the devil happened to be possessing the body of a Slytherin trollop, and Noah had a sneaking suspicion that might just be the case.

"I'm Welsh, does that make me insane? Well, don't answer that, I already have some idea," Noah retorted with a slight laugh, awkwardly running his hand across his chin.

It wouldn't be all that difficult to scare people into having a phobia of... other people. Especially not if Snape was the one instructing them to be frightened. Actually, Noah wouldn't have been surprised to hear that some students had gained a phobia of people simply by looking upon the man's face.

"Pardley Gnatt was a victim of fate, I'm afraid. It was his destiny to be stampeded by porlocks, and no goblin could have changed that," Noah stated solemnly. Well, that was one that needed to be written down! Too bad his handwriting was awful.

[margietheshy]

Isn't that what the devil did anyways? Run amok and cause mass chaos? Who knows maybe that's what he did when he was pleased. Had anyone ever asked the devil what he liked to do in his spare time or if he liked his job? If he had to be some Slytherin who had to give lots of wet snogs then maybe it was just because he needed something to feel better.

It probably wasn't very pleasant to have to snog someone.

Margie laughed a little while smiling, "Are you an uncle yet? If not then you still have a few more years."

Snape could probably scare people into having a phobia of other people just from his personality. Really Margie could barely talk around him. He was the chief of being able to shut down anyone and scare them out of their minds.

She nodded before sighing sadly, "Oh fate. It just strikes at the worst moments possible."