((I'm trying to remember what the show Wishbone was like - hope I get this right.))
Robin blinked. The dog's lips weren't actually moving that he could see, but the voice was plain as day. It wasn't as though he'd not spoken to animals before at some level, just not quite like this. But this was why he was here, was it not? New experiences.
He chuckled and went down on his haunches to talk to the little dog. "So do you, my friend. By what name might I call you?"
He would reach to pet him but that seemed a bit familiar. Nor did he want to get the dog's coat all buttery.
Robin gave the dog a nod. "It suits you, friend Wishbone. I am Robin of Loxley." He smiled again. "Though I must confess, I do not know what a 'prefect' is."
Clyde would have thought a school with no classes would be perfect, but oddly enough, he was bored. The other students could be odd, but no odder than he'd already encountered. And magic was interesting, but he didn't have the self-discipline to teach himself. Not that he'd admit it out loud.
But this oily fellow was a surprise.
"Er, are you all right? You haven't ticked off a chef, have you?"
"Not that I am aware of, no. I seem to have been... transformed?" Robin tried to wipe his hands on his breeches, failing utterly. "I should probably clean up."
He gave Clyde a belated smile. "I am Robin of Loxley, sometimes called Robin Hood. What may I call you, friend?"
"Could be worse, could be an alien's innards. That are no longer quite so in." He held out a hand; butter would wash off, after all. "Clyde. I've heard stories about you. Let me guess, they're a load of bull."
Robin reached to clasp the young man's forearm and laughed. "Depends on the story. There was another Wolf's Head after me, I was only the first. But you are right not to believe everything you hear."
He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing in disgust at the feel of it. "Have you been here long, Clyde? I seem to recall I have rooms somewhere - in... Slytherin? Would that be right?"
"Yeah, the butter's kind of a weird way to welcome people back," she commented. Faith strolled into the Popcorn room, evaluating the new arrival carefully. He could handle himself with a weapon. Not bad looking either.
If she was lucky, Hogwarts just got a little less boring.
Robin's eyes widened fractionally at the sight of the beauty entering the room, and found himself completely at a loss, dripping with congealing oil and not at all at his best.
Still, he dredged up a smile from somewhere. "My lady, you find me at something of a disadvantage." There was no way he would even try to touch her, not like this. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly. It would have to do. "I am Robin of Loxley, my lady. And you?"
Cute, charming and armed. Oh yes. It was going to get a lot less boring.
She grinned easily, leaning against the wall across from him, all casual grace and barely contained violence. "Faith Lehane, vampire Slayer. Welcome back to Hogwarts."
He'd never heard the term vampire before, but... slayer? An interesting nuance, that. She thought of herself as a killer, not a fighter.
Robin was reminded of Nasir, the skilled Saracen assassin who'd once tried to kill Robin and had instead become one of his greatest friends. She held the same dark intensity in her eyes, the same quiet menace in the lines of her body.
Butter forgotten for the moment, the set of Robin's shoulders changed, his chin lifted, his grin broadened.
Overall, he liked the lines of Faith's body much, much better.
((Robin-mun apologizes for production values in the 80's, but feels that even silly context is better than none. :D ))
((Assuming Robin's gotten cleaned up by this time, as he's had conversations with a few folks and at least one of them will probably have pointed him in the direction of the showers by now *g*))
Chance stopped dead in her tracks. That was a face she knew.
His brows drew together as something familiar about her voice resonated deep in Robin's mind. He looked at the woman carefully; the sensation of familiarity grew, but... he could not quite place her.
"I - I am sorry, my lady..." he began, but whatever he was going to say was eclipsed with sudden certainty. "I know you."
She squinted at him, ungraciously and quite unselfconsciously. "Are you sure about that? Sometimes people come back changed. After they go away for awhile," a clarification that probably made matters clear as mud.
He frowned, a muscle clenching in his jaw as he tried to part the mist in his mind. "Yes, I..."
A picture flashed in his mind's eye and he clutched at it like a lifeline, piecing together the barest hint of a memory. "Your bow. Have you been practicing, my la - " Robin broke off, a small smile lighting his face. "Chance?"
One thing that the Forbidden Forest lacked was desserts. While Firekeeper stubbornly refused to reside inside the castle full-time, she and Blind Seer were not averse to helping themselves to some of its comforts, whether it be shelter in bad weather or treats from the kitchen when Blind Seer's nose picked out something particularly delectable.
The wolf had stuffed himself on meat, and no small amount considering his size, and Firekeeper had gorged herself on fresh bread and cheese and some kind of frosted pastry with berries. She carried a bag out filled with the same.
"I smell butter," Blind Seer remarked as they drew closer to that hallway.
Firekeeper sniffed the air, but could smell nothing yet. "What an unpleasant way to awaken. Have you thought on it? All that grease matting down your fur?"
"I try not to." Blind Seer shook his head, the thick gray ruff on his neck rippling in a near shudder. "Shall we see who this newly awakened one is, or continue onward? I'm sure that somewhere outside, a long nap is missing you."
( ... )
And yet again Robin was wishing he presented a more dignified appearance.
But this was inconsequential to the deference clearly owed to the magnificent wolf and the woman by its side. Robin bowed low, hand over heart. "I am honored," was all he said.
Robin grinned at the woman's first comment. "True enough," he acknowledged.
He considered the question. "In my experience, creatures of the forest do not often seek the company of humans; and so I am honored by the presence of the wolf for which I am named, and a woman who commands his respect.
I am Robin of Loxley, called Wolf's Head, among other things. How may I call you?"
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Robin blinked. The dog's lips weren't actually moving that he could see, but the voice was plain as day. It wasn't as though he'd not spoken to animals before at some level, just not quite like this. But this was why he was here, was it not? New experiences.
He chuckled and went down on his haunches to talk to the little dog. "So do you, my friend. By what name might I call you?"
He would reach to pet him but that seemed a bit familiar. Nor did he want to get the dog's coat all buttery.
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But this oily fellow was a surprise.
"Er, are you all right? You haven't ticked off a chef, have you?"
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He gave Clyde a belated smile. "I am Robin of Loxley, sometimes called Robin Hood. What may I call you, friend?"
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He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing in disgust at the feel of it. "Have you been here long, Clyde? I seem to recall I have rooms somewhere - in... Slytherin? Would that be right?"
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If she was lucky, Hogwarts just got a little less boring.
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Still, he dredged up a smile from somewhere. "My lady, you find me at something of a disadvantage." There was no way he would even try to touch her, not like this. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly. It would have to do. "I am Robin of Loxley, my lady. And you?"
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She grinned easily, leaning against the wall across from him, all casual grace and barely contained violence. "Faith Lehane, vampire Slayer. Welcome back to Hogwarts."
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Robin was reminded of Nasir, the skilled Saracen assassin who'd once tried to kill Robin and had instead become one of his greatest friends. She held the same dark intensity in her eyes, the same quiet menace in the lines of her body.
Butter forgotten for the moment, the set of Robin's shoulders changed, his chin lifted, his grin broadened.
Overall, he liked the lines of Faith's body much, much better.
((Robin-mun apologizes for production values in the 80's, but feels that even silly context is better than none. :D ))
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Chance stopped dead in her tracks. That was a face she knew.
"Robin?"
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His brows drew together as something familiar about her voice resonated deep in Robin's mind. He looked at the woman carefully; the sensation of familiarity grew, but... he could not quite place her.
"I - I am sorry, my lady..." he began, but whatever he was going to say was eclipsed with sudden certainty. "I know you."
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A picture flashed in his mind's eye and he clutched at it like a lifeline, piecing together the barest hint of a memory. "Your bow. Have you been practicing, my la - " Robin broke off, a small smile lighting his face. "Chance?"
It was not really a question.
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The wolf had stuffed himself on meat, and no small amount considering his size, and Firekeeper had gorged herself on fresh bread and cheese and some kind of frosted pastry with berries. She carried a bag out filled with the same.
"I smell butter," Blind Seer remarked as they drew closer to that hallway.
Firekeeper sniffed the air, but could smell nothing yet. "What an unpleasant way to awaken. Have you thought on it? All that grease matting down your fur?"
"I try not to." Blind Seer shook his head, the thick gray ruff on his neck rippling in a near shudder. "Shall we see who this newly awakened one is, or continue onward? I'm sure that somewhere outside, a long nap is missing you." ( ... )
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But this was inconsequential to the deference clearly owed to the magnificent wolf and the woman by its side. Robin bowed low, hand over heart. "I am honored," was all he said.
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Blind Seer sneezed at the thick smell of the butter, but cocked his head in curiosity. "Ask him why he is so honored."
Her eyes darted quickly to the wolf, and she complied. "What is honorable about meeting?"
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He considered the question. "In my experience, creatures of the forest do not often seek the company of humans; and so I am honored by the presence of the wolf for which I am named, and a woman who commands his respect.
I am Robin of Loxley, called Wolf's Head, among other things. How may I call you?"
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