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[almonty]

Date/Time: August 2003
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Young Illi-poo
Currently Involving: Younger Alli-cat

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[homely_illiad]

...Frickin' girls and their dancing and pushing into him

[almonty]

"Hey," she squealed indignantly as she went sprawling from the shove. She landed in a not-so-ladylike pose, thank Merlin she had worn 3/4 length pants today. "Mind the threads, jerk-off," she said, standing up and brushing any invisible dust off her prized t-shirt. "I've hurt greater people for a lot less than ruining a cool shirt, don't think I won't -"

She finally stopped talking long enough to look at the boy who had shoved her. A delighted, albeit shrill, noise came from her throat. "No way! I didn't know they sold these shirts in ladies size, I had to get a men's small! Wanna swap?"

She fingered the sleeve of his shirt, the exact same as what she was wearing, only his fit him better than hers did.

[homely_illiad]

Mind the threads? Who did she think she was? More importantly, perhaps, what decade did she think she was in? Because it was 2003, not 1962. This sort of idiocy and ridiculous terminology was something comparable only to his cousin Louvika. Illiad rolled his eyes at the girl before him.

He got even more annoyed when she insinuated that he wore 'ladies' sizes! He was short in the torso and broad in the shoulders! Men's sizes came down to his knees...! These just fit better. Jerk.

"No, I don't want to swap," he growled at her, crossing his arms protectively over his chest as if he thought she might advance on him and try to nick his shirt right off his chest. Stranger things had happened.

"If you don't want someone shoving you and ruining your 'threads', you ought to attempt to avoid spinning like that in crowded places," he informed her, politely.

"Merlin's pants, first years are annoying!"

[almonty]

Oh, the sixties! That was the decade Aleesha believed she was meant to be from, if only her parents had procreated when they were...five. Stupid biology not allowing them to! She would have given anything to have been a hippie.

"I see you in the library at school ALL the time," she informed him. "You obsess over books like you're a Ravenclaw, but you're not." She grinned and added, "if you were you would have figured out that I'm not a first year. Don't worry, we can't all be so lucky to be in Ravenclaw. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." It was one of her favourite sayings.

"I was taller than everyone else in my year last semester," she continued, unaware and uncaring if he was at all interested. "This year will be my third but I reckon I'll be taken over by most of the boys, now that they're all starting to hit puberty. Has your voice broken?"