"How sweet of you to remember," said Camilla with a bland smile. "It's been so long. How's your gentleman friend -- what was his name again? Spike?"
Spike Romney. The last time Camilla had seen him, he'd been flat on the ground and much the worse for wear. Henry had broken his collarbone and two of his ribs.
"Oh my gawd that is such an awesome mask," Judy exclaimed. "Where did you get it? I didn't see anything like that that one time I went to Tijuana when I was in high school- okay, maybe I did, but forgot. I kind of blacked out a lot that week."
Oh. Sighing a little, Richard's ears perked up a bit at the offered drugs. Well, it had been a rough couple of weeks. Hands in his pockets, he offered Judy a crooked smile, only partially forced.
Ah, Judy. Time had been kind to her, and to Richard's memory. For some reason, he thought of her as...quieter. Wincing slightly at the too loud, too bright onslaught that was Judy Poovey, Richard nodded. "Um, yes. Some of them." Too complicated to explain, really. "What are you doing here, Judy?"
Good question. Better one: When would she be leaving? Oh, and could she leave the drugs?
"I came to learn Quidditch. You know, for my exercise program." Judy wasn't going to be letting Richard go that easily. She'd find out where he lived first.
Ah, Question #4B. Fred did love it so. "Hi! I'm Fred Weasley," he said brightly to Judy, a big smile on his face. "Might I ask you to clarify your answer to Question #4B? I was just wondering if, by 'pole vaulting', you meant pole vaulting or - " he held up two fingers on each hand, making quotes with them - "'pole vaulting'."
"Ah! Well, then, in that case, I'll let George know that Harry's all his." He shook his head in mock sadness. "Now, if it were the other sort of 'pole vaulting' you meant, then I most certainly would've won that battle. But it's good to know it's finally settled!" He gave Judy a wink.
"Ah, now, come on," Sirius said as he walked up to Judy. "I'd like to think I've got at least a sliver of irony to me." He smiled and held out his hand. "Sirius Black. The apparently famed motorbike is back in my suite."
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"Oh. It's you. Hello."
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Spike Romney. The last time Camilla had seen him, he'd been flat on the ground and much the worse for wear. Henry had broken his collarbone and two of his ribs.
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"Living. No thanks to your boyfriend the Incredible Hulk," she said, thinking of Henry.
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Taking a leaf from Senor Cardgage's book, he hollered at her like she was one.
"Hello there, hot stuff. What's cookin'?" Smoooooth.
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"Hi, Judy."
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Good question. Better one: When would she be leaving? Oh, and could she leave the drugs?
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And no, she didn't mean "cute" in the way Fred would have liked.
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"I would love that!"
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