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[loopdeelou]

 Week Name/Date/Time: 'Daily Grind' / Sept 4th, 2006/ supper, 5:14 PM
Location: Anyone who feels the need to place themselves in the presence of a very enlightened Lounahbair.
Currently Involving: Loo-face and Fi-brains.

So what if she needed to hold on to Fi's shoulder to navigate to the Great Hall? Louvika Hawkins was not an addict. And she was

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[fifi_fo_fum]

Really, it made their eyes more open to the world. When hopped up, Fi sort of felt a bit smarter, more philosophical. When her mouth opened, regardless of what came out, she believed that her words were very much akin to those of Socrates or whoever that Chinese proverb maker was.

"Pity they don't serve Thai food," she replied, brow furrowing sadly as she looked about the table en route to their seats. "Curry, mate, curry." She flounced down as well and immediately grabbed for a biscuit, taking a hurried bite from it as she double checked that no, the school had not suddenly started supplying them all with Tod Man Pla Krai. Bugger. British food. And if there wasn't anything less spicy and more bland then British food! Bah!

Times like this, they needed the ability to order take-out.

[loopdeelou]

"Curry! Damnit, Fi, that's hit a spot or two. Curry! Red curry! Maybe we should inform the House Elves--" rising to her feet, Lou suddenly became aware that if they left the table to go to the kitchen and demand thai food (chicken pad thai MM!), they would be leaving the food, and it was entirely possible that something terrible could happen on the way to the kitchens and they would never, ever, ever, never, ever make it back.

"We'll talk about it later," she decided, throwing herself back on to the bench and copying Fi's move of grabbing a biscuit. Lou was not a stranger to eating, but unless she was Enlightened, she generally ate very calmly. Which would say a lot for how she was eating now. Not a split second later, the biscuit was gone.

"Damn, you've got me stuck on thai food now," she said, very loudly for some reason. "Spicey... peanuts..." she said, tapping one foot against the post of the table.

[fifi_fo_fum]

She nodded, completely in agreement with them begging the house elves for ethnic food but.. honestly, sending two Enlightened people into a dark, dark dungeon? Yeah, they'd get lost. Wander off distracted and wind up, who knows.. in Egypt or something. The tunnels in Hogwarts lead everywhere and she was quite sure that at least one lead directly to Cairo, where they would ALSO not find any curry and wouldn't that be a waste?

Exactly.

"Mummies," she murmured with an arched brow as she grabbed for some mince meat pie. Surely Lou knew exactly what she had been thinking and was thinking it as well! So it wasn't like she was talking mad or something!

Spicy peanuts, oh Merlin! Somehow that got her thinking of the food she ate while visiting Mexico a few months back and she nodded again, adding "Oooh, Lou-ka, or Mexican food." Only problem was that while she ate heartily while in Mexico, she hardly remembered what the food was called. "Enchoolatidas!"

[loopdeelou]

"Mummies, exactly!" Lou said, glad to know they were on the same page. "Our Enlightened minds mayn't be wasted," she informed the other girl, with a nod. A girl sitting across from them was staring. She was apperently a first year-- anyone else would already understand already the munchies that came from smoking too much gillweed. And these people would also probably know two of the biggest gillyheads at Hogwarts school were sitting in front of them.

A scrap of bread still hanging from her mouth, Lou's stoney grey eyes lit up. Opening her mouth, she chewed the rest of the bread up, then leaned down closer to the table, staring the girl straight in the eyes. The poor little thing gave a shiver, and right as she moved, Lou let out a bark, which turned into a rollicking howl. The girl shrieked and got up to run away. Lou laughed.

"Mexican food?" she asked Fi as if nothing had happened. "Like tequitos? OH! Tequila!" wincing, she picked her teeth. "that wouldn't be tasty, no. Nevermind."

[fifi_fo_fum]

"Ye reckon they really kidnap English folk n' turn em in'ta fake mummies to sell, Lou-see?" she replied, newly found spoon dangling from her lips as she glanced up thoughtfully. Yes, their Enlightened minds shant be wasted! Now, the only thing that was questionable was how she got it into her mind that English people got kidnapped and turned into Mummies in the first place.. perhaps she had read it in a book. Except Fi rarely read books. Didn't use the internet either, as she hardly had anything to do with ANY muggle things, so really. She had to have come up with it on her own

[loopdeelou]

Lou didn't know what Fi was talking about, either. "I don't know what ye're talking about," she said, aptly. "But if it involves kidnapping someone, I'm in. Who, though?" she asked, eyes narrowing as she snatched a chicken leg from the girl's plate. She'd won it fair and square, anyways.

"And what do ye wrap a mummy in, anyways? More importantly, an English mummy? Crumpets? Teabags? Bet it's teabags," she barked again, for no apperent reason but that barking felt good. It added to the athmosphere of the conversation.

"But are they used or no? Therein lies the question. If it were a question of irish mummies, you'd wrap 'em in coffee filters, which are more expensive and finer. And they'd not be used. Or should they? If they are, then the extra caffinne could seep into the mummy's skin and keep them awake. Which is what ye'll need for a good, scary mummy."

[fifi_fo_fum]

Who? "Alastar Jennings," she replied easily, shrugging as she stuck another spoonful of mash into her mouth. Right. She had sort of forgotten about that, but then it just came out. How could she have forgotten to mention that to Lou?! Oh, right. It was because they had both spent so much time being Enlightened. Those that were Enlightened hardly had time to consider their love lifes.

NOT THAT HE WAS INVOLVED IN IT.

"Always though' it was paper from th' loo," she admitted with a frown. How daft of her! Tea bags made much more sense. Loo paper could hardly hold up after wet and she was quite sure that the making of a mummy involved a lot of liquid. What that liquid was, however, she couldn't even understand. "Teabags make more sense fer them Brits, though. Teabags n' that white sauce rubbish. As fer us, though... aye, coffee filters. Coffee filters n' Shepherd's Pie. But th' good stuff, not that rubbish wit th' celery." Spoon stuck in her mouth and dangling yet again, she wagged her finger at Lou, then touched it to

[loopdeelou]

"No, Fi-reaky, them'd be Inferi," Lou said, taking Fi's sppon away from her before the girl hurt herself. She went to stick it behind her ear, but found that her wand was still there, so she stuck it behind the other one instead. "Zombie's they'd be called, in Muggle Cinema," Lou loved herself some zombie movies, but she'd be scared brainless if she saw an inferi in real life

[thejenningsboy]

Poor, poor Alastar Jennings.

The Hufflepuff had no idea what was being said about him amongst the Gryffindor table, and the plots that were being made to turn him into a mummy/zombie/Inferi typ thing. He would rather not know. Cunning girls they were, just as much if they were stoned off their arses. Who knew this would be how he would meet his end.

Alastar entered the Great Hall unaware as he sauntered over to the Hufflepuff table. He didn't care to glance around this evening, especially towards the Gryffindor table after what had occured between himself and a certain female earlier that day. Luckily, he had not run into the same one again, but by now, she could have told the entire house. Then again, even Fi might have wanted to keep that a secret.

[fifi_fo_fum]

It actually took her a moment, realizing that her spoon had been taken away. But once she did, she slowly looked around with a furrowed brow, trying to figure out where she had left it. Oh Merlin, had she eaten it?! "M'spoon," she murmured then, actually looking concerned as Lou ripped her attention back.

Alastar would make a brilliant Inferi. Oooh, or zombie!

"I think Jennings" - as using his last name disassociated him from her, she believed - "would make a more brilliant Mummy. Then we don't haf'ta look at 'em." With a nod, she added, "'e'd be covered in coffee grinds." Apparently she had already forgotten that they had determined it to be coffee FILTERS for the Irish, not the grinds, but they all went hand-in-hand didn't they? Not that she didn't want to look at him. Er, wait, no. She DIDN'T. He was a bloody prat

[loopdeelou]

Lou noted that the girl had picked up the thestral by the hoof and figured that had been where the injustice had taken place. Poor thing. "I'm sorry 'e touched your hoof," she said, quietly, patting her friend-- or rather, the air above Fi's shoulder-- in condolence. "We'll get 'im back. Promise. S'what friends do," she said, as though she were taking a dying Fi's newborn child to raise as her own, or promising to water the plants at her flat for a weekend holiday. Something important like that

[thejenningsboy]

Even though still close to the Gryffindor table, as the Hufflepuff table was on the left side between it and the wall, it was too loud to hear them muttering their plots of burying him in coffee grounds. There was a problem to their grand ploy against him, unless he would go willingly, which he wouldn't because getting covered in coffee grounds was kind of weird, they would have to petrify him or get him unconcious. They would certainly not kill him for Merlin's sake. That would not be good of them at all.

He was about to have a seat when gravy flew across the room towards the Hufflepuff table and clobbered a fellow, unspecting house mate of Alastar's. Surprised by the random act, he shot across the room and found his eyes on Lou and Fi. This, he figured, was meant for him so he sat quickly and remained low. The two already looked bonkers enough rather than adding to the fact they were Enlightened, and he would rather not get in the way of that.

[fifi_fo_fum]

Oh, bless Lou. She always caught on (especially when Enlightened), which kept Fi from having to state the obvious. They were on the same plane. They saw eye to eye. Some things just didn't even need to be said! Scowling still, she brought her hoof up to nurse the wounds -- wait, no, not hoof. That actually confused her, as when she looked down, she expected to see that she actually had a hoof instead of a hand. But no, it was a hand. Why wasn't it a hoof? Oh, bugger. She had confused herself now.

Her gaze shot up as Lou dismounted from the bench or whatever had happened, and she scurried to her feet as fast as she could. Wand? Where was her wand? Ah, yes. Tucked behind her ear, just as Lou did. She slipped it out and pointed it at Lou's nose, having a bit more luck at repairing it then Lou had

[loopdeelou]

"Hooves," Lou corrected her, feeling her nose and wondering what on earth Fi had done to it. It was so wet. She figured Fi had squirted her with gravy. Very red gravy. That was the Enlightened answer, clearly. "Aim that-a way next time," she said, passively, pointing to where Jennings sat, clearly bewildered now. Thank God most of the teachers chose to take late dinners. The sight of the bloody Lou, the indignant Fi, and the frightened Jennings and his gravy-covered housemate would've seemed very peculiar.

"What d'ya say?" she said, noting that people seemed to be staring at them for some reason. "Let's capture 'im first, take 'im somewhere private and do 'im up, hm?" she asked Fi, clinging to the thestral plushie still. "Don't need no spectators, spectatin'. One two three, Fi-bea. We'll go up to 'im and take 'im on either side. Poor little brute, the two of us can get him on without no distraction, hm?"

[thejenningsboy]

Alastar was getting a sense they were planning something. He was a gizelle stalked by two tigresses and there was no way out. Maybe he could move and slip back out without being spotted. This was going to get rough. To more easily avoid them, he slipped under the table. It was rather rude but it had to be done!

He was trapped like a rat with no where to hide, but they were Enlightened so perhaps they could miss him? "Bugger," he said to himself underneath the table as he tried to get a look at them.

[fifi_fo_fum]

"Right," she replied, absolutely grateful that Lou got her so well. Anyone else wouldn't have had the mind to correct her, the rude bints & bastards! Nevermind the fact that it was all apparently through telepathic communication. Not everyone was so Enlightened, but that was hardly an excuse