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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Feb 21, 2009 22:09:39 GMT -5
Tuesday morning started off dark and cloudy and Jeremy was pretty sure it would only get worse. As he trudged down to the Great Hall for breakfast, he couldn't help thinking that Tuesdays sucked. It was forever until the next weekend and you couldn't even enjoy the memory of the previous weekend anymore. Not that his weekends were all that exciting...
He plopped himself down at the Ravenclaw table, looking like he had worn his school uniform to bed the night before and hadn't bothered changing. Wrinkled and rumpled, even his hair was sticking up at odd angles, looking like it hadn't seen a comb in weeks. Jeremy didn't really care.
The table was laid out with a number of yummy things to eat and Jeremy pulled over a platter of eggs before grabbing a couple of pieces of toast and some jam. On a whim he stood one piece of bread on top of the other, seeing if the strawberry preserves would act like mortar. He gave a rare smile when it worked fairly well and promptly forgot the eggs. He needed more toast.
{open!}
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 15, 2009 22:30:19 GMT -5
Chin in hand, Felicity's elbow rested upon the table, all manners forgotten for the time being. She wasn't sitting with anyone in particular, wasn't actually eating though the food in front of her suggested she had attempted to. And despite her posture, the look on her face, she was in a bright mood for the early morning. Her skirted uniform was the only problem on her mind, still not being able to convince her mum that a few females at school wore the pants the boys did, and she refused to allow her daughter to dress in anything but the specified school uniform. At least her growth spurt hadn't shortened the skirt very much, the hem still resting at her knees.
That was the only thing in particular bothering her that morning, until she saw a familiar face sit at a table which used to hold another, much more familiar, face.
Brown eyes became rather intense as she observed the younger boy, sitting by himself, building a...something.
Shifting ever so slightly in her seat, Felicity tried her best to make out what the boy was making, but was unable to do so. And then that began to bother her, leaning discreetly to the left, she asked another at the lions table what she thought it could be, but only received an eye-roll and silence.
Apparently she wasn't as interested.
Dropping her eyes back to her own plate, she looked at the small bit of sausage on her plate, thought it through, and then quickly picked it up and lobbed it carefully at the boy to hit him in the back and hopefully catch his attention.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 15, 2009 23:56:30 GMT -5
Jeremy had managed to get three walls up and was actually expanding his structure, hoping to recreate the White House in toast... which would probably mean it was the Whole Wheat House instead. He was laughing at his own little joke (quietly to himself so no one might think he was actually enjoying himself), when something smacked him in the back of his head. He turned around and frowned, realizing too late that not only had he shown the culprit that he had been injured, but also gave whoever had thrown the first bit a perfect target of his face now.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 17, 2009 0:12:55 GMT -5
All ready focusing on what would be next to throw at him in case she missed or he didn't respond to her first bits, she wondered what wouldn't make a mess. Maybe a piece of bacon? Oatmeal was far too sticky, pancakes too messy, eggs...well they'd be great in a food fight but nothing much else. So focused on figuring her next move, she almost missed the bright blue eyes flickering with anger for whoever sent something flying at him. Perhaps she should pretend it wasn't her after all. But, she was too ecstatic now to have his attention to give it up.
Frantically she began to wave at the younger boy, wondering exactly what his reaction would be. Felicity really didn't believe the boy liked her very much, but she was willing to give nearly anything a shot at that moment.
"Jeremy!" she called him out, hoping he hadn't missed her attention-grabbers.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 19, 2009 20:25:20 GMT -5
Jeremy had been ready to turn back around and get back to his toast structure, but the waving caught his eye. If that hadn't, the sound of his name sure did.
It was Drew's crazy girlfriend throwing stuff at him... no big surprise there. He wasn't sure why she got her stupid thrills tormenting him, but Jeremy wished she'd stop. He still remembered quite clearly the barrage of rocks she had sent his way by the lake. Everyone was lucky he hadn't needed to spend more time in the hospital wing after that.
Hoping she'd leave him alone, he made a rude face at her and slunk down in his seat. Maybe if she ignored him, she'd go away.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 22, 2009 3:17:28 GMT -5
Perhaps he didn't see her?
That was Felicity's first thoughts when the boy almost acted as though she wasn't visible. Odd, she though, being as she was doing everything but jumping jacks to get him to look at her. But then he made a rather funny face, and she covered her mouth to contain the little bit of laughter. Jeremy didn't look like Drew exactly, but in a way she could almost see him in Jeremy. No, she hadn't any idea who her boyfriend was back then, but from the few stories she'd heard and a few things he'd said, well, she could see him there, as a younger boy, right where Jeremy sat.
"Jeremy!" Felicity called out again, not being done. This call collected a few stares from not only the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, but a few others turned to look as well. Felicity ignored all of them, her focus on getting the blue-eyed Ravenclaw's attention. Surely he wouldn't still hold that grudge against her for taking the rock from him and telling him how horrible he'd been at thinking of using it against another?
Glancing down at the table, she readied herself with some dry cereal to fling if he didn't turn to her again...
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 22, 2009 23:53:24 GMT -5
As much as he tried to ignore the older girl, she just would not leave him alone. All she wanted to do was torment him and Jeremy just couldn't understand what Drew saw in such an awful, mean girl. Well, he wasn't going to put up with it. She could throw a million rocks at him, but he wasn't going to just sit around and let her.
"WHAT?" he shouted back, glaring at the Gryffindor. A few people around the dining hall snickered at his outburst, but he didn't care about that either. He wasn't going to let some stupid girl throw stuff at him.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 23, 2009 22:36:06 GMT -5
Tilting her head to the side, Felicity gave an odd look of wonderment. Perhaps the boy had woken on the wrong side of the bed that morning? Why else would he sound so angry with her? What had she done to him, lately? Thrown a bit of food to get his attention, but maybe he didn't like someone getting his attention as such? She'd just have to try harder.
"What are you making?" she asked eagerly, her interested highly piqued at the design the boy had made. Light brown eyes swept over the mound of food on his plate. Drew had once told her Jeremy could be difficult, but she was determined to make amends for whatever she'd done to the boy. After all, with someone as wonderful as Drew for a family member, Jeremy must be awful nice underneath it all, too. It would just take some spit shining to see it.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 12, 2009 0:04:37 GMT -5
It was none of her damn business what he was making. Besides, even if he told her, she'd probably throw a bunch more stuff at it and wreck it. Either that, or make fun of him for playing with his food in the first place. Jeremy glared back at her before hunching over his structure in an attempt to protect it from any projectiles.
"Nothing. It's just toast and jam," he growled back, hoping again that she'd just leave him alone. Let her find some other kid to throw stuff at. He was tired of being her favorite target all the time.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 12, 2009 0:38:15 GMT -5
When he turned away from her to...was he protecting his art? Felicity thought he was, but couldn't be entirely sure. And though she could hear he spoke, the Gryffindor wasn't entirely sure what he said to her. His voice was a tad bit muffled, and with the background noise of buzzing around the hall, she couldn't quite make out his words. Well, there was really only one way to fix that situation in Felicity's mind, and she stood from her spot to move to the table where her conversational partner was seated.
Walking around a few students as well as tables, Felicity squished herself into a seat beside the boy and turned to look at him. Yes, it would be much easier to converse right beside him than across tables.
"Sorry, couldn't really hear you there. So, what're you making?" Her light brown eyes appraised the structure, not really recognizing it for anything more than a slight resemblance to a card house...but only a slight one.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 12, 2009 1:30:39 GMT -5
Horror of horrors. Rock-throwing girl decided to come sit next to him. Once again, Jeremy shot her a glare, but it was obvious that they really weren't all that effective. If they had been, she would have shriveled up at a mere glance, but there she was in the seat right next to him. He swept his arm around his toast structure more protectively, positive that her next move would be to smash it to pieces.
"Nothing. It's... it's just toast and jam..." he said again, but his voice held no power, rising slightly to a panicked whine. She'd persist and he'd be forced to reveal his secret. Then he was dead meat.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 13, 2009 19:25:30 GMT -5
Taking in his movements, the way he protected his project, Felicity couldn't help but wonder why he wouldn't just tell her what it was. It was so obvious that he was trying to protect it, so it had to be something worth protecting. But what? Raising an eyebrow, she wondered if he realized how peculiar he was acting if it wasn't supposed to be anything other than breakfast...and then she wondered if a type of reverse psychology would work on him. Maybe, but she wasn't sure since she didn't really know him.
"Well then, if that's all it is, you won't mind if I have some will you?" she asked and reached for one of the slices of toast. There was no intention on her part to really grab it, but she thought maybe if she made it looked like that was exactly what she was doing then he'd tell her the truth. After all, secrets didn't make friends.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 13, 2009 21:17:43 GMT -5
The diabolical girl knew exactly what she was doing and he knew he had lost the battle as she called his bluff and reached for his construction. He could let her go ahead and wreck his hard work, or he could try and stop her.
"NOOOO!" he shouted back at her, grabbing for the plate and pulling it away from her hand. The movement was more forceful than he had intended and instead of saving his house, he ended up flinging it down the table where it landed in a mess in front of a bunch of fifth year girls. The girls squealed at the intrusion and rolled their eyes at him, but Jeremy didn't notice. "See what you did!" he cried out. He should have guessed that the rock throwing girl would go ahead and destroy his building even after he told her not to!
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 13, 2009 22:09:10 GMT -5
Eyes widened with surprise when Jeremy made his move. It hadn't been one she'd expected, when she'd done something like that before the person usually just broke down...they didn't fling their breakfast away. But that was even more proof that whatever he had been working on was indeed some sort of a creation and not just toast and jam as he claimed.
But when he turned to accuse her of destroying his model, she took control of her facial features to make it look like she wasn't at all at a loss.
"What I did?" she asked innocently, feeling bad all ready. "You're the one that sent it down there. And if it's just toast and jam..." Felicity continued, reaching for a bit of each in front of her. "Then it's not like you can't make more, right?"
Using raspberry jam, she slathered it across a few slices of toast and slapped them together in a fashion that looked a bit like a card house as well, though it only took a second or two before her's began sagging and turning into the ruins of one instead.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 13, 2009 22:26:34 GMT -5
He was determined not to cry. As mean as she was to him, he wasn't going to cry. The problem was, he wasn't sure what he could do instead. Telling on her didn't seem to be much of an option considering that anyone he might tell seemed to have fallen for the awful girl's sweet act. On top of that, he had been told by more than once person that he was getting way too old to tattle.
He tried to ignore her as she continued her taunting. And blaming it back on him? It was SO all her fault and she couldn't even admit it. He had a few choice names to call her, but knew Drew would probably pound him just for thinking them.
He couldn't ignore her for long as she tried to copy what he had been doing. She had wrecked his toast building, taunted him about it, and was now mocking him.
Plus... she wasn't even doing it right...
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