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Jack kicks back in Gryffindor (open RP for Gryffindors and anyone else who comes along)

Dec 01, 2006 19:29

Jack was sitting by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, dressed in his flannel shirt and jeans, with his two ruined uniforms (one stained with ink, the other stained with grease from his recent unpopcorning) folded neatly at his side. He was poring through a spell book, attempting to find something that would get the stains out. The Scourgify ( Read more... )

nac mac feegle, jack aubrey, rp, stephen maturin, marius pontmercy, molly michon

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wee_free_men December 2 2006, 01:04:10 UTC

The Feegles were in Gryffindor. No-one is exactly sure why they're there, or really how they got in, but the Feegles are there. In fact, they're watching Jack, and have been for a while now.

They can smell the grease, and its starting to irritate them. So in a streak of blue, the Feegles rushed down, and grabbed said uniform, so that it vanished into the night. About thirty seconds later, it returned, pressed and cleaned, and not smelling of grease.

One of the Feegles yelled up to Jack "Oi, bigjob. Take better care o' yez clothins. Yer smellin' bain't tae pleasan'"

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 01:11:58 UTC

Jack had heard someone rustling about while he was in his reverie, but had assumed it was house elves and took no notice. When he looked down and saw a horde of small blue men holding out his cleaned uniform, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Good Lord, this place was bizarre.

"Why... thank you very kindly, good sirs," he said, attempting to be polite. "I have been trying to find a spell to clean it, but to no avail." The creatures were extremely unnerving, but he decided to go ahead and ask for a further favor anyway. "D'you think you could clean this too, by any chance?" He held out the undress uniform which Molly had spilled ink on during Potions class.

wee_free_men December 2 2006, 01:20:53 UTC

"Crivens, ye daft bigjob. Wez nae guid sars. We're th' Nac Mac Feegle!" "There can only be one t'ousand!"

"We'll fix yez clothies up, right smart." And with that, they attacked the clothes, in an attempt to beat the ink out. They may actually be winning.

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 01:32:29 UTC

Jack facepalmed, but there was no way he could get the uniform away from the creatures, and in any case, they could hardly ruin the uniform any further.

It occurred to him that these creatures were rather like a horde of Scottish Killicks - extremely grumpy and obsessed with cleanliness. He wondered if they could make good toasted cheese.

marius_p December 2 2006, 01:13:12 UTC

Marius walked into the Common Room, intending to get in a quiet bit of reading, or to practice his wandwork.

Instead, he was met with the somewhat bizarre sight of Captain Jack Aubrey in modern dress. Marius, himself had yet to put away his waistcoats and cravats, and was somewhat startled to see that Jack had done so. Furthermore, he thought Jack had been popcorned.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," he said, with a formal bow. "I had thought you a grain of corn. I am glad to see that such reports had been greatly exaggerated."

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 01:17:07 UTC

"Good day, sir," said Jack, bowing slightly. He still found Marius's political views foolish and repellent, but he was really not such a bad fellow, as he had discovered during Potions class. "I was briefly, but I have returned, much to the detriment of my clothing. I have been forced to adopt modern dress, as you see." In fact, he still had his 19th-century civilian clothes, but he'd put on his jeans in case Molly came along.

marius_p December 2 2006, 01:31:06 UTC

Marius glanced at the little blue men attacking Jack's uniforms and wondered if someone had slipped absinthe into his coffee that morning.

"As I see, Monsieur. I suppose the butter ruined your... naval uniform." Marius carefully avoided any slight on the British navy that had defeated his beloved Emperor. "Have you any notion what turned you into a popcorn kernel?"

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 01:41:12 UTC

"I have not the slightest idea. It appears to be a random plague, I fear. Now, you think these wizard fellows would have done something about it, but perhaps there is nothing to be done." Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead. Fighting Buonaparte had been so much more explicable.

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estebanmd December 2 2006, 02:41:53 UTC

In fact, Stephen had spent a good deal of time prowling about in search of Jack ever since he had learned Jack was no longer popcorn. The only indicator was the plaque, just as the plaque had been Stephen's only informant that Jack had turned into popcorn in the first place. He had no idea where Jack might have turned up, if anywhere, only that it must be somewhere at Hogwarts. He never had found the magic lavatory that had claimed Jack for months upon arrival at the school, and worried that Jack might be trapped in it again ( ... )

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 02:52:24 UTC

"Stephen! How good to see you! I am sorry about the popcorn business, only I could not help it. But I am back now, as you can see, and none the worse for wear, though the whole thing was damned peculiar." Jack wondered how much time had passed while he was popcorn and then stuck in the magic privy. Hopefully it had not been long - he did not like to think of Stephen worrying about him for any great length of time.

estebanmd December 2 2006, 04:03:06 UTC

Stephen sat beside his friend at the fireside. "No one knows what causes the popcorn phenomenon, or what reverses it. I am only glad to have you back, soul."

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 04:31:06 UTC

"I am glad to be back, though to tell the truth, Stephen, I would rather be someplace which is not quite so much of a madhouse." Jack sighed. Having Frenchmen or Americans shooting at him wasn't especially pleasant, but at least it made sense. Nothing here made sense, it seemed.

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schizowarrior December 2 2006, 05:56:17 UTC

Molly, tired but for once free of the Narrator, wandered in from her sword practice sweaty and covered in grass clippings from a badly-executed backflip that had landed her in a shrub. Needless to say, she was more than a little cranky.

"Damn stupid shrubbery," she grumbled, stalking through the common room like an irritated tiger and utterly failing to notice it was occupied. "I'll say 'ni' at it, I really will...."

She halted, frozen in mid-step, and turned. For a long moment she regarded Jack, staring at him as though trying to read the back of his skull.

"...You'd better not be a hallucination," she said, and with that bizarre greeting tackled him, nearly knocking him over as she pulled him into a rib-crushing hug.

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 06:18:36 UTC

Jack was slightly taken-aback at first by the force of Molly's greeting, and then he laughed, hugging Molly in return and planting a kiss on her cheek. "If I am a hallucination, then I am a damned solid one. How good to see you! How goes it with you, my dear?"

schizowarrior December 2 2006, 06:45:25 UTC

She grinned at him, holding him back so she could look at him properly. "Much better, now," she said, electing not to mention her little freak-out in the Great Hall after his popcorning. "Much better." She didn't know how he'd come back, or why, but at the moment she didn't care--it was just good to see him again. And the jeans didn't hurt, either.

slothbefouler December 2 2006, 07:08:37 UTC

"I am sorry if I caused you distress, Molly - I did not mean to leave, but I could do nothing about it. But I am back now, and that is all that matters." He smiled and gave her another kiss on the cheek. "I wore these jeans in the hopes that I might see you," he added slyly.

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