Application for Judy Poovey (The Secret History)

[kamikazejudy]

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[chameleonfaust]

Oh. Sighing a little, Richard's ears perked up a bit at the offered drugs. Well, it had been a rough couple of weeks. Hands in his pockets, he offered Judy a crooked smile, only partially forced.

"Hi, Judy."

[kamikazejudy]

"Richard!," Judy shouted, "You're here! I heard the rest of your friends are too. Do you still hang out with them?"

[chameleonfaust]

Ah, Judy. Time had been kind to her, and to Richard's memory. For some reason, he thought of her as...quieter. Wincing slightly at the too loud, too bright onslaught that was Judy Poovey, Richard nodded. "Um, yes. Some of them." Too complicated to explain, really. "What are you doing here, Judy?"

Good question. Better one: When would she be leaving? Oh, and could she leave the drugs?

[kamikazejudy]

"I came to learn Quidditch. You know, for my exercise program." Judy wasn't going to be letting Richard go that easily. She'd find out where he lived first.

[chameleonfaust]

"Ah. Right." Awkward silence, Richard shifting back and forth, searching for something to say. "It's, um, nice to see you again." Because that was the polite statement to make.

[kamikazejudy]

"It is so good to see you here! Are you teaching here too?," she asked, filling the awkward silence.

[chameleonfaust]

"Oh, um, no." He smiled blandly at her. "A student again, actually. Kind of prosaic." Richard wasn't quite sure what to say to her. "How's the, um, aerobic business going?" That should work.

[kamikazejudy]

"You're on Prozac? Oh, Richard." Judy's expression turned to a sympathetic pout. "Are you depressed? I can get some other drugs for that, you know."

[chameleonfaust]

"Oh, no, I mean..."

Wait, what was he saying?

"Yeah." He was depressed. But Richard let his shoulders sag slightly, rubbing a hand over a face that hadn't seen a razer in one too many days. Might as well play it up - God knew he needed something to take the edge off. "Do you think you have anything that might help?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

[kamikazejudy]

"Well, I've got the eight-ball, if you want some... I could probably find a way to score some meth too. Just for you." Judy smiled a sickeningly sweet, but authentic smile.

[chameleonfaust]

Eight ball? No, he wasn't in a partying mood. "I'm just having a bad week," he mumbled, hands in his pockets, cutting a very sad figure. "Any pills or something to help me sleep?"

[kamikazejudy]

"I've got some demerol, if that'll make you feel better" Judy crooned softly, holding out a few pills to Richard.

[chameleonfaust]

Demerol. Perfect. "Thanks, Judy," he smiled, reaching out for the pills. He very nearly dry-swallowed them right there, but that would be horribly crass. Instead they were tucked into a pocket of his jacket. "Um, I guess I should vote you somewhere. Do you have a preference?" He didn't know if there was a house for drug-popping, costume-sewing bimbos, but he was willing to vote Judy anywhere but Ravenclaw. Having a source of pills in castle was good. Having it in house was just overkill.

[kamikazejudy]

"Well, Hufflepuff would be nice... But so would Ravenclaw," Judy answered in a sickeningly sweet tone.