A Wench walks into the common room - Open RP

[maid_brienne]

Brienne of Tarth was not precisely certain what to do with herself. She'd found herself wandering into the popcorn room earlier this afternoon, and had realized that the school was, very nearly, quite free of Lannisters. When had that happened? Wasn't the fact that Jaime had once again become a kernel of popcorn something she should have noticed?

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[lemondrop_party]

Because the mun has only two Gryffindor characters and the other one of them is Beowulf, Albus Dumbledore felt like soaking up some Gryffindor common room atmosphere today. Clad in his usual gaudy purple robes and high-heeled buckled boots, the old wizard was stylin' as ever. His long glossy white beard had been neatly gathered into a beard-ponytail. Even his spectacles had been cleaned and polished. He was whistling a jaunty tune; the whistling stopped abruptly, in mid-phrase, as he caught sight of a student unfamiliar to him.

"I don't believe we have met," he said, smiling his most grandfatherly smile. "I am Albus Dumbledore. Are those peanuts you have in that dish?"

He did have a sweet tooth, but he was also partial to salty snacks.

[maid_brienne]

Since Brienne had not been a particularly diligent student of magic even when her mun *was* active, she definitely hadn't exposed herself to the utter coolness that was Albus Dumbledore. She'd seen his face before on chocolate frogs cards, but she wasn't particularly in awe.

She inclined her head and offered a smile as she moved the bowl a little closer to him. "Those are indeed peanuts, ser," she said. "You're welcome to some of them, since they're harmless." Then she rose to her feet, meaning to help the old wizard into a chair. "I am called Brienne of Tarth. I've been here quite some time, although lately other things have been occupying my time."

Once the old man was seated, she returned to her own chair and resumed her place.

[lemondrop_party]

"Is there a harmful variety?" inquired Dumbledore innocently as he helped himself to a handful of nuts.

[maid_brienne]

"I should hope not," Brienne replied with a small shudder. "I always assumed nuts were safer than chocolate, at least in this place."

[papayagami]

This mun also only has two Gryffindors, and one is plotting Iron Chef-ness, so Soichiro is up to bat.

If he would put down that damn book.

[maid_brienne]

Brienne does acknowledge the man with the book by offering up a nod of her head and a brief smile, but she's not really one to disturb people if they're studying, which she is beginning to think she should be doing more of herself, in any case.

[papayagami]

And he's beginning to go crosseyed again.

And it turns out he read this book already, and it took him till halfway through to realize that.

He threw the book in a random direction, realizing too late that he threw it at someone.

((Feel free to deflect it or let it hit, whatever)

[maid_brienne]

With reflexes honed both from warrior training and from having spent too much time with men whose senses of humor tended toward the "Let's humiliate the ugly wench" mold, Brienne actually did manage to spot the projectile and catch it neatly.

She let out her breath slowly, took another deep breath, and when she had her irritation under control, she walked over to the man, offering him back the book. "You dropped this," she murmured diffidently.

[mischief_fred]

Fred Weasley strolled into the Gryffindor Common Room, reeking of the unsettling stench of way too many samples of BPAL -- and stinky BPAL, at that -- applied all at once.

"Peanuts, eh?" he called out good-naturedly. "Fancy a Ton-Tongue Toffee instead? It's far tastier...and far more interesting, too."

[maid_brienne]

Brienne suffered a minor coughing fit as Fred entered the common room. "Gods be good," she managed after a while. "What happened to you?" He obviously looked unharmed, other than the fact that he smelled like he'd been the product of an alchemist's experiment gone horribly, horribly awry, which, this being Hogwarts, wasn't an unreasonable assumption.

[mischief_fred]

At Brienne's question, Weasley instinct took over, and Fred quickly patted himself down, checking to see just what prank George must have pulled on him. Was it the crotchtail again? Then, just as quickly, he remembered that George was popcorn.

A whiff of monkeyhouse and Fred realised what Brienne must have been referring to. "Oh, the smell?" he responded with a jaunty grin. "Developing new Dungbomb odours." He pulled up a chair and plopped himself in it, leaning across the table towards Brienne. "Tell me, would you rather have your Dungbombs smell like cow dung or elephant dung? Or perhaps not even any sort of dung -- Dungbombs don't have to be all dung, you know. There's always two-day-old armpit stench, rotten cheese, fermented feet.... Just to name a few, of course!"

[maid_brienne]

Brienne could only stare and try very hard to not breathe. She couldn't be sure, but the young man was obviously quite mad.

"What..." she asked slowly, dreading the answer, "is a dungbomb, and why would I want one?"

[so_strong_sad]

Strong Sad was on his way back from lying face down in a mud pit for several hours (it was either that or play Monopoly with Homsar, and while he did enjoy a good game of Monopoly, he was in desperate need of some haiku fodder) when he spotted Brienne at a table in the Common Room.

"You should make sure you're really careful when you eat those peanuts." Yay safety! "I once choked on a peanut and I nearly diiiiiied." He punctuated his statement with a deep sigh.

[maid_brienne]

Brienne actually gave this bit of unsolicited advice the due consideration it deserved. "I promise I will," she assured Strong Sad. Then she looked the... whatever it was... over with a concerned frown. "Are you all right?" she asked, assuming it had been some kind of foul play that had gotten him that thoroughly dirty.

[so_strong_sad]

Strong Sad stared for a moment before responding, "Oh, I'm fine. I was expecting you to hurl a dodgeball at me and shout something like, 'Choke on this, Thelonius Dump!'"

Strong Bad sure would have.

[maid_brienne]

Brienne continued to look at Strong Sad with puzzlement. "But why would I do that?" she asked.