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[lolita_damon]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Wednesday, 15th March 2006 / 9:00 PM
Location: 7th year Ravenclaw boys' dorm
Open To: Troy
Currently Involving: Lolita

Lolita now considered Noah Ogilvy to be Troy's partner-in-crime. Or a sort of henchman. Because as Troy was confined to his room up in the Ravenclaw dorms, the Frog had apparently sent Noah as a

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[frogleygoof]

And there Troy Frogley sat, confined to bed-rest, leaning with his back against the headboard and using pillows stolen from Noah's bed. Every now and then he'd look up when he thought he heard footsteps up the staircase, only to remain perfectly still for a while, waiting for a knock on the door

[lolita_damon]

Lolita entered the room and greeted him wordlessly with a nod, as always, momentarily forgetting what he had been through, and that perhaps she should be a bit more sympathetic. The lack of words was quickly history, because she could never resist saying something bitterly sarcastic for too long--or just something bitter, maybe. Hmm, it depended on the case.

In this case, said insensitive comment was "Nice to know you think some St. Mungo's time means you're exempt from clothing, unlike the rest of us."

Trying to keep any potential hints of softness or concern from her face, she turned away from Troy for a moment, looking for a chair to pull up--and at the same time rearranging her expression. Troy must never be allowed to know exactly how hard it had been for Lolita to sit through the last few days, wondering how badly he'd gotten himself hurt. She'd ALSO wondered that if he'd thrown himself into near-depression after a random fistfight with Ben Connelly, he probably go suicidal after a random encounter of St. Mungo's caliber. ...

[frogleygoof]

Troy looked up absently, mid-word with a "Jemima, did you get sandwi. . ." and stopped abruptly when he saw Lolita. His eyes beamed up at her and he practically threw the parchment off to the side of his bed, giving her his full attention. He ran his hands through his hair and hoped he didn't smell too bad, glad she couldn't see the wounds under the bandages

[lolita_damon]

"Jemima?" Lolita echoed with a half-laugh, eyebrow raised. Not knowing it was Troy's nickname for Noah Ogilvy, she took a dramatic look around the room. "Oh, I wasn't aware you hid girls in your room. Doesn't make me any less surprised, though. And no, no sandwiches. Though I have several sheets of parchment--sometimes they taste the same...I suppose if you're desperately hungry...?" She shrugged, hiding her seriousness behind usual monotone humour.

When he moved over to give her a spot to sit, Lolita automatically stood, but halfway over changed her mind. That was definitely too close. Instead she stood by a nearby window, pulling aside the curtains a bit to let a shaft of light in. If she were Troy, she'd have gone mad already from bed-confinement