Even MOAR Breakfast and Bedlam
Title: Breakfast and Bedlam
Rating: Unknown as of yet
Disclaimer: Um... the world of Harry Potter don't belong to me. Nor is any of this written for profit. Michael and Miles are borrowed characters from my dears. Celeste Knight, however, belongs to me and me alone and though I doubt anyone would, she's not up for borrowing without permission!
Summary/Explanation: A long time ago me and my friends were RP dorks-- oh wait, still are. Anyway sometimes I write fanfiction about it. This one is a spin-off from a Harry Potter game that we sort of used to play.
Notes: Continued from this post. Maybe I should try focusing on things that I actually have to do, like my "Seminar on Congress" Paper?
Michael didn’t bother to look up as a large shadow fell across his book.
“And here we are again. You on the wrong side of the room. Me trying to get a bit of work done. Not sure if you’ve talked to my secretary yet, but if this is going to become a regular thing, you should ask if she can fit you into my weekly calendar.”
‘Rwwwak hard’ crowed the belt.
“Mikey, don’t mess around, yeah? I need your help.”
Michael resisted the obvious quip about what kind of help the ginger needed and instead set down his mug of coffee with a heavy sigh. A plate of cold sausage and mashed vegetables lay untouched at his elbow. Without a pause, Miles settled his large frame onto the Slytherin bench and dragged the plate of food across the table and dug in with good will.
“Please, help yourself,” Michael murmured sourly, “Anything else I can get you, good sir? Butterbeer? Pumpkin pasty? Perhaps your cock is interested in a little nibble?”
Miles stared at the slender boy and then guffawed, “OOOOH my COCK?? You mean th’ one danglin’ off my belt? Yeah--hahah Elliot good un’!”
Half of Slytherin house turned furiously in the direction of the ginger, who was slapping his knees and drumming his heels with merriment. Several Slytherin girls looked remarkably nervous at the sudden mention of Miles’ waist appendage.
“Yeah, Barker! Give it to em’ hard, boy!” roared a Gryffindor from across the dining hall. Miles turned around and flashed a huge, sausage-filled grin at his housemate and then slid back around to face Michael, who was twitchily reaching for his wand.
“Anyway, I came here to talk about Celeste.”
Michael set down his wand with a rather vicious snap, “We discussed her sufficiently this morning, Barker. If that is to be the substance of our association for the rest of the term, then let me make this more efficient: stop being a blockheaded idiot and perhaps she will deign to bestow her fair attentions on you.”
The ginger shifted nervously in his seat, “Well see… that might be a bit difficult seeing as I’ve already bestowed my attentions on her.”
Michael frowned and then slowly spoke, “How?”
“Well I saw her walking back to class from the Hospital Wing.”
“Yes?”
“And I, um, sort of, well I sort of backed her into a corner and snogged her.”
“You what?”
“I snogged her. Without asking. But she didn’t really squeal or smack me or anything.”
“Oh? And she just went along with this uninvited snogging?” Michael asked in a low, quiet voice.
“Erm… well she sort of sputtered at me and then ran off crying.”
Michael’s blue eyes settled on the boy, filled with wintry contempt, “Ah. And you thought you’d come here to boast of your success? Or perhaps to ask my sage advice on how to kiss girls and not have them burst into tears afterwards?”
Miles thoughtfully chewed on a mouthful of mashed peas and shrugged, “Well seeing as you two are thick as thieves, I thought you might know why she didn’t just hex my knickers off.”
“Did it occur to you that she might be deeply upset by having some brute force his attentions on her?”
Miles blinked, “Wait-you don’t think that was her first kiss do you? Oh shite… oh shite… I’m such an arse.” The boy moaned and shoved hands to his face, “Blinkin’ hell she’s gonna hate me forever now.”
Michael looked rather tender for a moment before his mouth twisted wryly, “That wasn’t her first kiss.”
Miles peeked out from behind his hands and then narrowed his eyes, “And you know that how? More importantly, who was the arsehole so I can pound him?”
Michael stood with a short, queer laugh, “Well, Barker, I can answer that quite easily. I know because I snogged her in the common room last Sunday.”
Beady-eyed Parker, freshly returned from the Hospital Wing turned with a triumphant crow around his mouthful of cauldron cakes, “I KNEW IT! ELLIOT SNOGGED KNIGHT IN THE COMMON ROOM BY THE FIRE.”
A blonde girl, who was wearing the length of her skirt barely within Hogwarts’ regulations paused from wriggling in the lap of Ravenclaw’s massive Quidditch Beater and narrowed her eyes in the direction of the Slytherin table, which was now practically slithering with gossiping students, all jostling to see what was afoot.
Miles stared at Michael, mouth agape, “You… you snogged her?”
“Yes. A lot. It was rather enjoyable,” Michael replied, idly inspecting his cuticles, “What she lacks in skill she makes up for in enthusiasm, although I must admit that she is a quick learner, and surprisingly soft for someone so slender. You’d think that holding her would be like cuddling with a bag of bones, but really it’s like having a squirmy kitten-“
Michael broke off, not out of pity for the red-faced ginger, but because the other boy had launched himself across the table with a roar of anger.
Rating: Unknown as of yet
Disclaimer: Um... the world of Harry Potter don't belong to me. Nor is any of this written for profit. Michael and Miles are borrowed characters from my dears. Celeste Knight, however, belongs to me and me alone and though I doubt anyone would, she's not up for borrowing without permission!
Summary/Explanation: A long time ago me and my friends were RP dorks-- oh wait, still are. Anyway sometimes I write fanfiction about it. This one is a spin-off from a Harry Potter game that we sort of used to play.
Notes: Continued from this post. Maybe I should try focusing on things that I actually have to do, like my "Seminar on Congress" Paper?
Michael didn’t bother to look up as a large shadow fell across his book.
“And here we are again. You on the wrong side of the room. Me trying to get a bit of work done. Not sure if you’ve talked to my secretary yet, but if this is going to become a regular thing, you should ask if she can fit you into my weekly calendar.”
‘Rwwwak hard’ crowed the belt.
“Mikey, don’t mess around, yeah? I need your help.”
Michael resisted the obvious quip about what kind of help the ginger needed and instead set down his mug of coffee with a heavy sigh. A plate of cold sausage and mashed vegetables lay untouched at his elbow. Without a pause, Miles settled his large frame onto the Slytherin bench and dragged the plate of food across the table and dug in with good will.
“Please, help yourself,” Michael murmured sourly, “Anything else I can get you, good sir? Butterbeer? Pumpkin pasty? Perhaps your cock is interested in a little nibble?”
Miles stared at the slender boy and then guffawed, “OOOOH my COCK?? You mean th’ one danglin’ off my belt? Yeah--hahah Elliot good un’!”
Half of Slytherin house turned furiously in the direction of the ginger, who was slapping his knees and drumming his heels with merriment. Several Slytherin girls looked remarkably nervous at the sudden mention of Miles’ waist appendage.
“Yeah, Barker! Give it to em’ hard, boy!” roared a Gryffindor from across the dining hall. Miles turned around and flashed a huge, sausage-filled grin at his housemate and then slid back around to face Michael, who was twitchily reaching for his wand.
“Anyway, I came here to talk about Celeste.”
Michael set down his wand with a rather vicious snap, “We discussed her sufficiently this morning, Barker. If that is to be the substance of our association for the rest of the term, then let me make this more efficient: stop being a blockheaded idiot and perhaps she will deign to bestow her fair attentions on you.”
The ginger shifted nervously in his seat, “Well see… that might be a bit difficult seeing as I’ve already bestowed my attentions on her.”
Michael frowned and then slowly spoke, “How?”
“Well I saw her walking back to class from the Hospital Wing.”
“Yes?”
“And I, um, sort of, well I sort of backed her into a corner and snogged her.”
“You what?”
“I snogged her. Without asking. But she didn’t really squeal or smack me or anything.”
“Oh? And she just went along with this uninvited snogging?” Michael asked in a low, quiet voice.
“Erm… well she sort of sputtered at me and then ran off crying.”
Michael’s blue eyes settled on the boy, filled with wintry contempt, “Ah. And you thought you’d come here to boast of your success? Or perhaps to ask my sage advice on how to kiss girls and not have them burst into tears afterwards?”
Miles thoughtfully chewed on a mouthful of mashed peas and shrugged, “Well seeing as you two are thick as thieves, I thought you might know why she didn’t just hex my knickers off.”
“Did it occur to you that she might be deeply upset by having some brute force his attentions on her?”
Miles blinked, “Wait-you don’t think that was her first kiss do you? Oh shite… oh shite… I’m such an arse.” The boy moaned and shoved hands to his face, “Blinkin’ hell she’s gonna hate me forever now.”
Michael looked rather tender for a moment before his mouth twisted wryly, “That wasn’t her first kiss.”
Miles peeked out from behind his hands and then narrowed his eyes, “And you know that how? More importantly, who was the arsehole so I can pound him?”
Michael stood with a short, queer laugh, “Well, Barker, I can answer that quite easily. I know because I snogged her in the common room last Sunday.”
Beady-eyed Parker, freshly returned from the Hospital Wing turned with a triumphant crow around his mouthful of cauldron cakes, “I KNEW IT! ELLIOT SNOGGED KNIGHT IN THE COMMON ROOM BY THE FIRE.”
A blonde girl, who was wearing the length of her skirt barely within Hogwarts’ regulations paused from wriggling in the lap of Ravenclaw’s massive Quidditch Beater and narrowed her eyes in the direction of the Slytherin table, which was now practically slithering with gossiping students, all jostling to see what was afoot.
Miles stared at Michael, mouth agape, “You… you snogged her?”
“Yes. A lot. It was rather enjoyable,” Michael replied, idly inspecting his cuticles, “What she lacks in skill she makes up for in enthusiasm, although I must admit that she is a quick learner, and surprisingly soft for someone so slender. You’d think that holding her would be like cuddling with a bag of bones, but really it’s like having a squirmy kitten-“
Michael broke off, not out of pity for the red-faced ginger, but because the other boy had launched himself across the table with a roar of anger.