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Post by charonholler on Jan 3, 2007 20:35:25 GMT -5
So what if Charon was supposed be in bed right now? His stomach paid no attention to what time it was, or curfews of any sort. And it was telling him that he needed to eat now. It made sense. His eating schedule was different every day, due to his attempts to avoid people. Some days he had to skip dinner, which made him extremely hungry later at night. Today had been one of those days. So now he was in the kitchen, waiting on the house elfs to bring him a bit of food. A bit of food, and then to bed. Hopefully, he'd get his snack soon.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 3, 2007 20:45:07 GMT -5
Kay knew she shouldn't have been up this late, and she definitely shouldn't have been in the kitchens, but she was hungry and needed a break from studying. She ambled down the hallways and stairs, and when she found herself at the portrait that led to the kitchens, she tickled the pear, and Kay opened the portrait when the handle appeared and entered into the somewhat busy room. Even at this late hour, she wasn't surprised to see some of the house-elves scurrying about, preparing the breakfast meal for the next morning, but Kay was surprised to see another student sitting at one of the tables. After asking one of the passing elves if she could have a sandwich and a cup of tea, she approached the boy and said, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
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Post by charonholler on Jan 3, 2007 22:26:22 GMT -5
Charon looked up from the table he'd been contemplating as he waited. "It's a nominally free country, sit where you wish," he replied to the girl. He gave her a once-over and looked at the table again. It looked to him like she was a bit younger than him, though he wasn't much good at guessing exact ages. He looked around to see if the house elfs were bringing his food yet. As far as he could tell, though, they weren't. They were still scurrying around as much as before, but none of them seemed to be scurrying towards him yet. Oh well. They'd bring it quickly enough. He turned back to the table and settled himself a bit more comfortably.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 3, 2007 22:43:22 GMT -5
Kay smiled softly and sat down opposite the young man. She noticed that he had given her a once-over and then went back to staring at the table top, but she really didn't mind. She was just here to get some food in her, and to take a break from studying.
Kay started looking around, and noticed that the house-elves were still scurrying, but since all were carrying foodstuffs for breakfast, she really wasn't sure when her sandwich would appear. Since the young man obviously wasn't wanting to really talk, she just continued watching the house-elves, and even at one point, was studying the ceiling. It was most likely that the Great Hall was above the kitchens, since they were about the same size.
Finally, Kay couldn't handle the silence anymore, and said, "Hello, my name's Kay Merrickson. And yours would be?"
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Post by charonholler on Jan 3, 2007 23:06:50 GMT -5
"Charon Holler," he grunted, glancing over at the girl. Odd. He hadn't noticed before that she was a Ravenclaw. It was also odd that he didn't recognize her at all. One would think he'd have seen her at least once or twice in the last year and a half, but apparantly not. Oh well. He had been avoidind as many people as possible for the last few months, so that might help explain it a bit. He looked around to see if his food was ready yet and spied a house elf carrying a couple of sandwiches to the table, along with a cup and a goblet. "Finally," he muttered to himself. Usually the little buggers were a good deal faster than they were tonight.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 3, 2007 23:56:38 GMT -5
Kay knew the young man was from somewhere, and it finally clicked. She had seen him in the common room on occasion, usually just off by himself. He never really attended meals either, which was probably why he was here in the kitchens at this late hour. Maybe he just wasn't social, and despised company. It would explain why she hadn't known his name, though in his defense, Kay had also never caught Drew's name before she accidentally ran into him in the library. A house-elf came over just then and deposited a couple sandwiches with her tea and whatever he was drinking in between them, along with several napkins.
She looked down at her sandwich, and took a tentative sip of her tea. Kay sputtered; it was hot! Grabbing a napkin, she dabbed at her chin. Hoping that she hadn't spit out her tea all over him, she looked over at Charon and said, "I'm so sorry! Please forgive my manners. I didn't get you, did I?"
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Post by charonholler on Jan 4, 2007 1:00:35 GMT -5
Charon gave Kay a level look as he grabbed one of the napkins and wiped off his face. "As I think you can see, you did indeed get me," he said in a tone that bordered on frosty. He could see why she'd sputtered, though. The droplets that had landed on him were rather close to scalding. Though he would have thought that anyone asking for tea would have expected it.
He folded up the napkin and set it aside. Then he picked up his sandwich and started eating. It was an effort not to scarf it down as quickly as he could. It was likely he would have, if he'd been alone, but he wasn't. Therefore, some form of manners were required. He placed the sandwich down again and sipped from his goblet. Good old orange juice. Never any surprises there.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 4, 2007 1:23:13 GMT -5
"I am so sorry though! I really should have let it cool down a bit more, but the tea is always a touch too cold once it's reached the tables upstairs in the Great Hall. My mother drilled it in me to never reach for my tea first, and yet I did. She really did drill it in me, too, since she was used to drilling French into her students' minds. Do you forgive me?" Kay said hurriedly. This was a fellow Ravenclaw; it wouldn't be a good thing to upset him, especially since it was obvious Charon was older. She didn't even bother to take a bite of her sandwich, she was so anxious, and she was surely not going to try her tea again, so Kay just sat there, wringing her hands in her lap. It was clear from his tone that he did not care for her company, and she despised having people be mad at her.
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Post by charonholler on Jan 4, 2007 1:42:38 GMT -5
Charon gave Kay another level look, this one with an undertone of contempt and annoyance in it. She was babbling. He'd come down for his dinner, a late dinner so as not to meet anyone. He'd expected and hoped for solitude, with the clinking of dishes and the helpful inquiries of house elfs his only companions tonight. Instead, he'd been joined by a younger girl, and a babbler at that. If her mother had drilled manners into her, wasn't there something about not babbling on and on? At least this girl was a Ravenclaw. That should make her smart enough to read his expression and tone and realize that she was annoying him. He finished his sandwich and picked up his goblet.
Although it was a kitchen with several stoves and fireplaces, Charon was a bit cold. Half the stoves were not in use, as well as several of the fireplaces because of the late hour, and he wandered over to one fireplace that had a fire. Unfortunately, though this fire was burning the most merrily of the lot, it still wasn't giving off very much heat. He finished off his juice and placed the goblet on the mantel before picking up a poker from beside the fireplace. He started poking at the fire, hoping to stoke it a bit and produce some more warmth.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 4, 2007 1:58:34 GMT -5
Watching Charon through all of this, Kay was starting to get vexed him. She was just trying to make polite conversation, and the idiot wouldn't even respond to her question! She started picking at her sandwich, not even eating a quarter of it before he rose to go to the fireplace. He was really starting to get on her nerves, but Kay wasn't going to say anything more, at least not now.
Finally finishing her sandwich, she watched him poke around in the fireplace for a little while. The silence was really getting to her again, and there Charon didn't really have a reason as to why he couldn't respond to her question. She had spoken loudly enough that he could have heard her at Quidditch Match at least. She sighed, got up, and walked over to him, without even attempting to drink her tea.
"I know what I did was really impolite and even rude, but even in the Muggle World, it's considered bad form to refuse to answer a question," Kay said as she laid a hand on Charon's arm.
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Post by charonholler on Jan 4, 2007 2:04:10 GMT -5
In the muggle world? Well, that explained a lot. She was a mudblood. Charon resisted the urge to spit. Of course, that only made her more annoying. A babbling mudblood. Few things were worse, but he managed to keep a hold on his temper. However, when he felt her lay he hand on his arm, it was the last straw. He dropped the poker, leaving the end of it in the growing fire. He spun around and grabbed Kay's arm with his left hand. Twisting it, he said in a low growl, "Do. Not. Touch. Me. Got it, mudblood? Have I made it clear enough for even one of your tainted status to understand?" He twisted the arm more, watching her face for signs of pain and weakness, his eyes harder than steel.
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 4, 2007 2:12:54 GMT -5
Kay really couldn't believe this was happening. She had just come down here in order to grab something to eat and to take a break from studying. Sure, she had sprayed her tea all over his face, but it was an accident, and she had apologized. He was the one that was being rude, by not even answering her question, and when she had so much as just laid a hand on his arm to get his attention, he turned on her, insulted her, and twisted her arm. And it hurt!
Her eyes were flashing; Kay was angry. She wrenched her arm from Charon's hands. "What does my heritage have to do with my level of intelligence? Does the fact that both of my parents were Muggles make me stupid? Gah, I hate your type!" Kay yelled. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at Charon. He had hurt her, both physically and emotionally, and he needed to pay.
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Post by charonholler on Jan 4, 2007 2:24:47 GMT -5
Apparantly, the mudblood thought herself good enough to be allowed a wand. Well, it was a waste of wood now. No one else should ever have to touch that tainted twig after a mudbloods fingers were on it. Of course, the fact that the worthless wand was being turned on Charon made him even madder. This mudblood needed to be taught her place, and quickly. Charon pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointed it casually at Kay, and said in an icy voice, "Expelliarmus." Immediately the wand was torn from her grip, and flew to Charon, who snagged it neatly from the air. He contemplated breaking it in front of her, but decided that could come later. After he'd shown her that she didn't deserve the wand.
Charon mock-calmly tossed Kay's wand aside and put his back in his pocket. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed her jaw. Bringing his face in close, he said quietly and coldly, "Your heritage makes you inferior. You're weak, mudblood. Your kind always is." He spat on her cheek before letting go of her and backhanding her.
((OOC Note: Kay and I are checking with each other before we write our posts to make sure what we're saying is ok with the other person, and we will be sure to keep the violence within acceptable levels.))
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Post by kaymerrickson on Jan 4, 2007 2:39:24 GMT -5
Kay reeled backward from the hit, her eyes wide. Charon had hit her! Gingerly she reached up to touch her cheek, and finding his spittle there, she brushed it off, and wiped her hand on her robe. Her cheek hurt tremendously, but all of her teeth seemed to be in the right place, thank God.
She looked into Charon's face, and all she saw was his anger. Anger at what she had done, for who she was. It was infuriating that he deemed her less than worthy, just because she was the first magical person in her family. She was still angry over the fact that he had not answered her question, and now he had hit her. Granted, she had pulled her wand on him, but he had handled that well enough. Charon should not have hit her!
Kay was angry, and with that anger coursing through her, she wasn't thinking properly. Throwing back her right arm, she made a fist, swung it forward, and right when her hand was about six inches away from his jaw, she snapped forward with her fist. Kay had punched Charon, and it felt good.
((OOC: Yeah, what he said.))
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Post by charonholler on Jan 4, 2007 2:52:39 GMT -5
Charon weathered the hit with barely any movement of his head. He'd taken worse, he was sure to take worse again. And if she couldn't hit any harder than that, this wouldn't take too long at all. he decided he'd show the little bit of scum what a real punch was. Both hands became fists, and the first buried itself in her stomach. A wonderful target, the stomach. It hurt enough that a person was incapacitated long enough to get a real damaging hit in. Which is what Charon did. With less time than it would take Kay to double over, Charon's other fist was on its way to her face. When it connected, the sound almost made him wince. Almost. With a grim smile on his face, Charon asked, "So, mudblood, are we learning our place yet?"
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