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Post by charonholler on Apr 7, 2006 21:38:34 GMT -5
((that's all right. it happens, eh?)) Charon felt a sudden weight land on him. At first he thought that Melody had fallen out of the tree. Then he realized that it was a bit too light to be a person, and that people generally weren't cold, wet, or trickling down his back.
"Bloody heck!" he yelled, jumping up. He tried to shake the snow off himself and out of his shirt, but it clung to him. "Why the bloody heck did you have to do that?" Wonderful. Now he'd be cold and wet for at least the next half hour, if not more.
Swearung to himself, he bent over, scooped up some snow, shaped it into a ball, and sent it flying at the girl.
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Post by melody on Apr 13, 2006 21:05:30 GMT -5
Melody grinned sheepishly. "Whoops... my bad." Rolling her green eyes, she said, "I believe the correct usage of those words is 'bloody hell' not 'bloody heck.'" Melody stuck out her tongue at Charon as she hung onto the tree.
Melody had not been expecting for a snowball to come flying back at her. Luckily she hadn't been too far from the ground, or else she would have seriously damaged herself upon falling which exactly what she did. "Ow..." She moaned as she lifted herself from the snowbank. "You didn't have to throw snow at me." She pouted at Charon before grinning as she threw the snowball she had created. It missed, but before it had even gotten close to Charon, she had dashed away.
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Post by charonholler on Apr 13, 2006 21:12:05 GMT -5
"I don't care what the bloody proper phrase is, it's swearing, so it bloody well doesn't have to be proper! Besides, I'm not fond of swearing beyond certain words. And hell happens to be one of those words I'm not fond of using," Charon shouted back as he shied away from Melody's snowball. It wouldn't havce hit had he not moved, but he believed in taking no chances.
He saw he running away and debated chasing after her. It'd be much easier to just throw snowballs at her, but then he wouldn't have the satsfaction of personally taking her down. So he decided to compromise. He chased after her while throwing snowballs and yelling, "You boloody coward!"
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Post by melody on Apr 13, 2006 21:19:46 GMT -5
Melody said still running as fast as she could away from Charon between breaths, "Yes I'm.... a coward.... thats why I'm.... in Ravenclaw." She was never the fasteset runner, and Charon was catching up to her quickly. She was hit several times on her back side, twice on her head, but all the same, she kept running. She could run for hours, for she had a high endurance. She just couldn't run fast... ((Ooc: icky... sorry ))
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Post by charonholler on Apr 13, 2006 21:27:17 GMT -5
Now this was a challenge for Charon. He stopped therowing the snowballs and concentrated on running. It was obvious that Melody wouldn't tire soon. Unfortunately for her, and luckily for him, neither would he. And since he obviously had the advantage in speed, it wouldn't be long at all until he caught up.
And it wasn't. He had put on extra speed to get alongside her, but then slowed it down to a quick jog and ran with her. "Enjoy running, do you? It seems that being good at running is a common trait for Ravenclaws," he teased. This was something he hadn't done in a little while, running just for the joy of it. He resolved that he'd do it more often.
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Post by melody on Apr 13, 2006 21:32:52 GMT -5
Melody, if possible felt the urge to run faster, her damned jacket was weighing her down. She, while still running, took it off and threw it onto a conviently placed bench. Running the slightest bit faster she said once again, “Not really… I prefer climbing… much better… And… I ain’t any good at this running.”
Grinning, but not looking up at him, she continued running. She asked with simplicity, “Why are we… running?” She had run away to get rid of the incoming snowballs, and now he was running alongside her? This was just too much for Melody, but all the same, she just kept her running.
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Post by charonholler on Apr 13, 2006 21:41:36 GMT -5
Charon had no trouble staying wither Melody as she sped up. "I'm really not sure. You're the one who started it, I just felt like catching up to you," he replied.
He smiled, he really did enjoy running. "I should ask you the same question. I'm just along for the run right now," he said.
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Post by melody on Apr 13, 2006 21:45:26 GMT -5
"Yes.... to get rid of the snowballs..." She said with a slight shrug causing her to go fumble-footed for a few seconds. Stopping on the spot, she realized the logical explanation- she had to stop. Shaking her head she muttered to herself, “I don’t have such time for taradiddling.” She wrinkled her nose up at Charon, not caring how much older then her he was. She bent down innocently, and packed herself a snowball before throwing it at Charon.
So much for no nonsense, she ran off again, laughing. It was fun.
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Post by charonholler on Apr 13, 2006 21:57:42 GMT -5
Charon was surprised by Melody's sudden stop, and kept going for a few paces before stopping and turning. "taradiddling? Is that like paradiddling?" he asked, laughing. As surprised as he had been by her sudden halt, he was more surprised by the arrival of a snowball in his face. By the time he got the snow out of his eyes, she had started running again. He scooped up some snow and chased after her. it was her turn to get a load of snow down the back.
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Post by melody on Apr 14, 2006 10:43:08 GMT -5
Melody called out behind her, "Means nonsense.... not paradiddling" Only Merlin knew why the entire school was so far behind on such vocabulary. After all, they did have to write countless essays in third year, and she could imagine that the sixth years got more. Always questionable. Could he possibly be American? Probably...
And indeed a back of snow was what she got. Melody stopped on the spot yet again and began jumping out mumbling alot of what sounded like, 'bloody hell', and 'shite', and 'ack cold.' Yet, since she was frantically trying to get the snow out, she had managed for none of her words to come out precisely.
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Post by charonholler on Apr 14, 2006 17:44:54 GMT -5
"I knew what it means. It's kinda a drummer joke," Charon said, laughing at Melody's efforts to dislodge the snow from her back. "A paradiddle is a basic rudiment for drumming," he explained.
He chuckled even more at what she was saying. "Tsk, tsk. Such language from one so young," he teased.
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Post by melody on Apr 14, 2006 17:50:41 GMT -5
"Yes... I know." Melody said blankely as she continued jumping, "Which is nothing of nonsense." The truth was, she wasn't really expecting to know the meaning of the word, for many didn't. She respected him for that one.
"And I'm fourteen, not too young..." Melody said as she finally managed to dislodge the snow from her jacket. She said leaning over, "And... it could be worse." How she managed to the throw the next snowball, and dash off yet again was against her, for she continously did this. Charon didn't seem to understand the pattern.
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Post by charonholler on Apr 14, 2006 18:05:40 GMT -5
Charon was starting to get a bit tired of the whole "throw snowball, run, chase" thing. Therefore, as soon as he caught up to Melody again, he tripped her. There was plenty of snow on the ground, so she'd land in something soft and not get hurt, though she would get rather cold. But that wasn't exactly his problem, now, was it?
"Oh, it could always be worse, but your language is bad enough as it is," Charon said jokingly. "Besides, wouldn't you prefer to use a random phrase that few people know or understand, and yet means the same thing? Something like filius canis, perhaps?" he asked, giving the Latin version of a well-used phrase that insulted a person's mother.
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Post by melody on Apr 14, 2006 18:13:20 GMT -5
Tripping into a snowpile she instantly jumped up again. "What was that for?" She demanded jumping up and down. Finally, a way to get out of the winter months freezing- chase people around. Making a mental note, she wrinkled her nose at him. "I haven't done anything wrong to you specifically." Shaking her head, she translated the words as they were very similar to French- her native tongue. "Yes... but the problem is, many people do know what that means in Latin. That is when you use 'fungolo' or 'cu^te'" Sticking her tongue out at him, she shivered. They were far from the coat now, and now she was beginning to regret this entire run snowball chase idea. ((ooc: cu^te= ass ))
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Post by charonholler on Apr 14, 2006 18:23:12 GMT -5
Charon shook his head. "Oh, of course you haven't done anything to me. It was purely by chance that that snow fell out of the tree onto my back and that those snowballs flew at me,' he said sarcastically. "And I did that cuz I was tired of you chucking snowballs and then running away."
Continuing their discussion on foreign swear words, he said, "You could also use spurius. I'm not sure many know that. Or lupus, or certain verbs." He noticed that Melody was shivering. Ever chivalrous, except for when he decided chivalry could go to heck, he took off his coat and offered it to her. He knew that he'd regret it soon, but he'd just have to be a bit cold.
((ooc: lupus=she-wolf or prostitute; spurius=fatherless son))
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