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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 19:33:22 GMT -5
"They are," Vane agreed. "I'm beginning to think it won't do much good to fly today if we'll be out the rest of the week with splintered asses." Maybe not the most polite way to put it, but it was shameful! Didn't they have a flying teacher? A Quidditch coach? If so, he or she wasn't worth the salary. "Honest to God, Connor, if they don't have a Quidditch team, I'm dropping out. I'll make my parents get me a tutor and take my O.W.L.s at home."
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 19:36:59 GMT -5
Connor wrinkled his nose at that idea. "You'd better not, there's no way I can survive another school without one of you guys," he said, then edged his way over to the other broom he had seen. Vane hadn't chosen one yet, but maybe he'd get lucky and get the slightly newer and less splintery cleansweep. "I'll tie you up or something," he said absently as he flipped through the brooms. He jerked his hand back with a sharp word suddenly and focused his wand light down on the small piece of wood sticking from underneath his nail.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 19:56:25 GMT -5
Vane's chuckle was cut short at the uncharacteristic sound from Connor, and he turned away from the broom rack to look over his shoulder. Connor definitely wasn't faking it this time. "What is it?" Vane asked, the question made more of a demand as he moved close enough to see for himself. He grimaced. "I'm petitioning for a decent broom fund," he said, then extended his right hand for Connor's. "I'll do the charm, unless you want to try it yourself."
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 20:00:36 GMT -5
Connor wrinkled his nose, "No thanks, you go ahead." Charms wasn't his thing. It hurt enough without him screwing something up and making it worse. He held out his hand for Vane to fix it. If it had been anything else he would have been fine. He wondered faintly and not for the first time why he couldn't transfer some of his arithmancy smarts to other things.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 20:10:46 GMT -5
As far as academics went, Charms and Divination were two subjects that Vane had taken to naturally. His wand wood was primed for divination, and somehow that had translated to basic spellwork as well. Vane shifted his hand around Connor's to get it into a better position, then brought up his wand, aiming carefully. A couple softly-spoken words and a well-timed flick, and the splinter was out, falling harmlessly to the ground. Vane released a heavy breath. "That better?" he asked, releasing Connor's hand.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 20:33:29 GMT -5
Connor nodded and mumbled thanks as he brought his finger up to his mouth. He knocked over the offending broom with his foot and it sent up a little cloud of dust when it landed on the floor. Then he pulled out the only slightly ragged one from behind the pile. "If this is as good as it gets, it might not be worth it," he said around the slightly coppery taste of his finger.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 20:46:59 GMT -5
"I'd suggest riding double, but I don't think it'd support the weight," Vane said, his voice lighter than the thought behind the words. He'd only really focused on Connor this term, though they'd already been close; maybe that was why. Still, without the other guys around to balance him out, and without the social network he'd had at TAIM... Vane pulled his mind from the dangerous path it had started on. They were friends. Whatever it was that was... affecting him didn't need to be explored. He was content with what they had.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 21:00:21 GMT -5
Connor shook his head, "Probably not. I doubt half of these would hold anything other than a first year." He really wished he had brought his broom down now. He propped the broom back up against the wall and looked around, as though two brooms would just appear out of thin air. After another few moments he finally pulled his finger from his mouth and looked down at it, only to pop it back in again when a speck of blood welled up.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 21:29:04 GMT -5
Vane's eyes caught on Connor's continued sucking of that finger for about the third time before he couldn't take it anymore. "Will you please stop that? You're going to suck yourself dry." That sounded horribly wrong, but Vane didn't correct himself. He'd have to explain it even for Connor to make a connection to anything other than the blood on his finger. Vane decided it had been far too long since he'd had a girlfriend. That one rather sorry kiss at MI didn't count for anything.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 21:44:18 GMT -5
Connor rolled his eyes and pulled his finger away from his lips. "I doubt that I'll do that from this little prick," he said, then looked away. He was just doing it out of habit, anyway. He hadn't really even been thinking about it. He just knew that it kept it from hurting and bleeding any more than it needed to. "You still want to try to fly?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 21:58:47 GMT -5
Vane let out a sigh of resignation. "I'll pass," he said. As much as he loved to fly, it wasn't worth the battle of servicing brooms that bad just to ride one for whatever was left of the afternoon. "When do you think they serve supper here?" he asked idly. He hadn't eaten since the train, and chocolate frogs only lasted for so long.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 22:18:55 GMT -5
"I'd say around supper time," Connor said, then grinned. He made his way out of the room and turned the light off his wand. "Wouldn't you think?" There was no other time they could serve supper. Yes, he knew what Vane had been asking, but he was still going to have some fun with it.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 18, 2009 22:23:48 GMT -5
Vane gave a snort that would have to pass for laughter at that, and followed Connor out. He turned his own light off, then tucked his wand back into his waistband. "Crazy Brits. What will they think of next?" he mused. He nudged Connor, then brought up his right wrist, where a leather-band watch rested. "It should be close enough," he said. "Or at least it will be by the time we find that huge room with the tables again." It wasn't far from the front doors, he recalled, but he'd been told the rooms had a tendency to move and didn't know if it applied to all of them.
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Post by Connor Holt on Mar 18, 2009 22:50:54 GMT -5
"Like it's really that hard to find, you wall through the doors, you go straight, and there it is," Connor said, shrugging as he started to head back toward the school. He hadn't heard of rooms moving, though he had already encountered the moving staircases and disappearing doors. "I'm still not used to this food they have over here," he grumbled. He was used to the food back home, and this...stuff was so weird!
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Mar 19, 2009 13:06:12 GMT -5
Vane rolled his eyes. He'd been a breath away from mentioning the moving rooms when he got sidetracked. He gave it a moment's thought before agreeing. "British food is... bland," he said. "It's like if it doesn't have gravy it's not good enough." True, not everything came with gravy, but he'd found that the taste of those dishes was usually improved by gravy from something else. "The pumpkin pasties are good, though." He'd never even heard of a pastie, let alone eaten one, until the Hogwarts Express.
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