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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 / 7:01 PM.
Location:The Lair of Brilliance 7th Year Ravenclaw Boy's Dormitory
Open To: THE SUMMIT. (Noah, Thatch, Charlie, Merlin, and Caine! YES NEW MEMBER HELLO.)
Currently Involving: Troy

Troy might as well have had his subjects kiss his ring. Then again, Troy didn't have a ring to

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[noah_ogilvy]

Noah Ogilvy had already gotten his very poofy manly hug moment with Troy, he wasn't about to go through that again simply because the other 'Summit' members were off whoring themselves out to the French, or the Gryffindors, or firewhiskey, or sloths, or orangutans, or breakfast cereals, and the like. No thank you, he was already dubbed 'Jemima', and being accused of having a man-crush on Troy would not set well with him. Even if the bloke was his best mate by some cruel cruel act of Merlin, or fate, etc

[frogleygoof]

Please. Having a man-crush on Troy Frogley was perfectly and utterly justified. In fact, Troy would have been slightly flattered. In theory. Of course. Troy himself had a man-crush on David Beckham. David Beckham was a golden god. Men who had man-crushes on other men could only think of said crushee as a golden god, right

[noah_ogilvy]

There was a huge difference between having a man-crush on an international football celebrity and having one on your roommate. While Noah couldn't stay in denial about the bonds of friendship, as clearly they existed beyond his control, he wasn't able to believe he'd ever have a man-crush on anyone. Not that Troy wasn't a good person, of course. A person with an owl named 'Bob' could only be top-notch.

"You'll send Bob to claw at an event in history? Well... that's impressive, albeit foolish," Noah retorted with a smirk, taking a seat at the edge of Troy's bed and tapping lightly 4 times on the post nearest him - and he didn't know why. He never really did.

"Ah, well perhaps now you'll stop bothering me about birds, yeah? If I had one, I'd be off snogging her now... and then who would tend to your bandages and ego?"

Someone not quite this sarcastic, probably. Hmmn.

[frogleygoof]

Oh, but Troy Frogley wasn't JUST a roommate, he was GOING to be a fabulously rich and international and famous Quidditch athlete, if he had any say in it. . .

In other important matters, anyone with an owl named Bob WAS a perfect and upstanding citizen, thank you VERY much. What if someone named their owl. . .Septimus? Or Patroclus? Now THAT was pretentious. Bob. A good old name for a good old owl. And a good old owl that was ignoring Troy.

"I MEANT I'll go send Bob to go claw at those sods who aren't visiting me! Not fair, it isn't! Why, if any one of them was sent straight off to St. Mungo's and had just returned, I'd BE there at the GATES, Noah! I would be!" he proclaimed as if he was the most important voice in the world.

"Thank God and Buddha and Merlin for you, Noah Ogilvy. Sometimes it is helpful to have a social reject as a best friend and nurse," he joked, sticking his tongue out at him and laughing out loud.