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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:26 pm
 Yes, sitting next to a Veela was having an effect. Unfortunately, Marquis didn’t know about Mattie’s little problem. Hell, he didn’t even know what a Veela was, let alone what they could do to a person. Thankfully, the constant pain in his toe and Mattie’s movements were keeping his wits about him. The second jab and the frantic pointing at their matching bracelets did get the message through, though, and the blonde’s eyes widened. It was unclear whether this was in realisation or horror, and he immediately began fiddling with the piece of jewellery to try and find a catch, a clasp, anything that would undo it.
Nothing. Great. ”We gotta talk ‘bout it later, mate.” Snape was starting to glare in their general direction, so he started scribbling on his page like he was taking notes. ”After dinner, mate? M’starved...”
Meanwhile, Zachary felt like he was in hell. He’d been quite happy –as happy as he could be when his friend was being picked on by Slytherins – splatting the life out of spleens, but GODS, that woman could not sing! Snape could have been scraping his toenails down the blackboard and Zachary would be all ears, rather than listen to this god-awful noise. A hand, still spleen-y, came down across the woman’s mouth. It wasn’t something he’d normally do be.... gods!
It was at that moment that Snape decided to walk in. He glanced between the two of them, thin eyebrows raised. ”Am I interrupting?”
”Nosirnotatall.” Oh the humiliation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:43 pm
 Vita wiped away the slime and snickered. Zach was just too easy. Her turn~! "Well sir, Zachie seems tah have a fetish fer slime that I just don't quite shaeh, sir. It's an odd one, but I can't say I haven' heard of it before."
Vita proudly flounced out of the room with the jar of pickled hooves and passed them out one by one to the students. When she reached Matte and Marquis, she winked at them both. "Thah yah go, munchkins. Careful, now~! It's a big pot, eh?"
Too easy.
Mattie warily looked at the slimy hoof. Was there something to pick it up with? He was rather tired of dealing with the unusual and unusually painful today. What happened to simple studies? He rather missed math.
Snape chose then to walk back into the room. "I would now like you to turn to page seven and follow the instructions on the page." He scowled directly in Mattie and Marquis' direction. "Don't screw up. When you finish, you may go."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:52 am
If it had been in Zach’s genepool to blush, his entire face would have been enflamed from Vita’s little comment. How dare she! Oh, he was definitely getting back at her for that one, she better watch her back! As both teacher and the woman in question left, he gave the spleens on last, hateful smash before scooping them into a bowl. He could have been a younger (better looking) version of Snape, with the heavy scowl that painted his face and the slightly stooped stalking motion. Tablespoons of spleen were slapped into the ingredients plates of the students, and his passing was followed up by ‘ewwws’ and ‘gross!’ comments as spleen-juice splattered off the plates and onto student’s belongings. Like he cared; they were going to get grotty in potions anyway, so they better damn well get used to the idea. Even Snape seemed somewhat amused by the Ravenclaw’s behaviour.
It was only when he passed Marquis’ and Mattie’s table that he bothered to look away from his spleen splatting. The glare he sent the de’Medici boy rivalled whatever could be thrown back at him, and a satisfying splat sent a generous serve of the spleens onto the plate closest to Mattie, so he’d feel the full force of the juices. Petty revenge, but it made the lanky boy’s mouth twitch in a shadow of a smirk. He went back to whatever Snape wanted him to do next.
Even with the page open and the scribbling on the board, Marquis had very little concept of what they were trying to achieve here. From this angle, Potions seemed more like a cooking class than chemistry, and if there was anywhere Marquis wasn’t allowed in the house it had been the kitchen. Still, he mused as he prodded at the slimy hoof thing with one of the biros he’d brought from home, it appeared relatively straight forward. Dump the things in the pot, stir, and hey presto, right? Who was he kidding, even he knew about a thousand things could go wrong in this situation despite his adhering to the recipe. Perhaps if he didn’t touch it...
”Er... did you wanna stir it, mate? M’not sure... well, I dun mind gettin’ my hands dirty by cuttin’ this stuff up, so... “
It was true. He didn’t want to admit that he had no idea what he was doing here. Pride issues, and all.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:06 pm
((Trying to get them out of class to where they can talk, and/or have another disaster.))
Contrary to popular belief, Mattie's scowl was not permanently etched into his face. He was capable of other expressions, it just wasn't common. But he really was rather delighted that Marq had shoved the potion making onto him. Or as close to delighted as Mattie got. Cooking, so to speak, was a realm all de'Medicis were schooled in from when they were capable of holding a spatula. Plus, he was really looking forward to smashing something.
Speaking of smashing, he felt something wet and slimy hit his face. He put his hand up to the slime and glowered up at that lanky Ravenbitch. He'd get him back later for that. That idiot already had an enemy in Mattie. Wiping the slime off his face, Mattie rolled up his sleeves and expertly picked up the knife-like utensils on the table.
"Read out the measurements." He instructed. Not really necessary, but he wanted the blonde to be distracted. It was unnerving having someone start at you constantly. Mattie started chopping up the pickled hoof, having it diced in a blink of an eye, and quickly throwing in the proper amount. It looked vile. He threw in half of the spleens, careful to make sure the edge of the knife caught the slime to go in with it. It had something to do with thickening the potion. Whatever. He preferred to use starch. When Mattie was cooking, as long as he wasn't interrupted, he stopped scowling. Granted he wasn't smiling, but he no longer looked like he was about to punch someone in the face.
He was about to look back at the book, which might've very well left a stain when he saw a cinnamon stick get dropped ito his pot. "What the hell?" Mattie's otherwise blank face twisted into a scowl again.
"Yer dun, sweetie! Shh~" Vita tapped the side of her nose. It wasn't like she'd done much to help him, but it was his potion, damnit. He was grumpy again in no time. Whatever. He was hungry.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:31 pm
This left Marquis stirring. Well, he could deal with that too, and since Mattie seemed to know what he was doing Marquis wasn’t about to complain. So he read the instructions like a good boy and stirred as they said, listening to the rhythmic slicing and dicing of Mattie’s confident hands while explosions and shouts came from the other side of the classroom. He was starting to see why this Snape guy was so cranky; anyone would be if they were stuck down here all day with kids blowing up their classrooms. And then the class was open, that Vita chick was grinning at them like a dragon, and they were free to go. He wasted no time grabbing his (still slimy) books off the table, and the air outside the dungeon door almost seemed sweet in comparison. It was musty, really, and made him sneeze but overall, it was better.
”So, mate, ‘ow ‘bout we – “ But Mattie was already gone, leaving a wide-eyed and perplexed Marquis to find his way back to his rooms and then down to dinner. During the meal he sometimes saw the grumpy boy’s heads over his house-mates’, but after dinner (which was an exceptional shepherd’s pie and potato mash), he was gone again. This continued the next day; even in the classes they had together, Mattie somehow managed to position himself on the other side of the room to Marquis, and the blonde could never quite catch him up. Sneaky b*****d, but after that Marquis gave up on the chase. After all, it wasn’t as if he liked the guy.
So the week turned and a lazy Saturday approached. Marquis had planned to explore, but one of the other muggle students had started up a soccer game out in one of the courtyards and there was no way Marquis was missing out on that, even if he was aching a little. It was strange, that; the bruises and bumps from the Monday fall were completely gone, but on Thursday it was like a chill had set into his bones, leaving him feeling old and achy. Highly irritating, but he was hoping the new aches from the match might somehow make them vanish.
”I gottit!” He yelled, heading the ball towards the make-shift goals that some pillars made. A huge, goofy grin spread across his face as the ball sailed straight past the goalie, and past some bemused pureblood Slytherin kids who were trying to hide how curious they were about this ‘barbaric, muggle sport.’ Whatever; Marquis didn’t care... until he felt something like cramp creep up on him.
”Eh, might sit’out a bit, guys. Leg’s buggered itself up.” They waved him off, and the blonde plonked down a safe distance from play to call out suggestions and heckle.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:48 pm
Mattie did his damndest to avoid the blonde brat. He went to extra measures, things he hadn't employed since Jaye had gone on an all out manhunt for him. (It was a fight he'd really rather forget.) Mattie had been shamelessly using passegeways and his Veela charm to completely block himself off from having to talk to that kid. He didn't know why, but he just had a feeling that things would stay the same if he made sure they didn't have any "talks". They figured out to avoid damage, yadda yadda. That was fine. They were done.
Mattie's days, he had to say, had been exceptionally dull. He hadn't had any pint-sized Gryffindors flung at him, or had to attempt any daring rescues for the sake of his own kidneys. And he certainly hadn't had any death threats thrown at him, though he did get some decent glares whenever he passed Ravenbitch in the halls. Eh. He could still take'im.
On top of all this, he had this awful throbbing ache that blanketed his bone and tucked itself in just too tight. He had to flex and stretch before opening doorknobs. It was rather annoying. At first he thought it was just an effect of Marquis working out and it effecting him, but instead of gradually getting better, it got worse. It made it rather difficult to keep up with his route of avoidance, too. He didn't have much energy in him; certainly not enough to take the route he usually took from the Great Hall back to the Slytherin Common. Instead he just marched through the open field.
Crap. There he was. Mattie froze in place, and thought about turning back, but then realized he was already subject to a few odd looks. He'd looked at Marquis, too. It'd be strange if he didn't say anything. Gods, damnit. He'd make it quick. Scowling a little, Mattie walked past a few running people and a ball--how odd--to where Marquis was sitting. The running people didn't look too amused, but Mattie ignored them.
"Hey."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:11 pm
Yes, Marquis saw Mattie thur. After the way the Mattie had been avoiding him, though, the blonde had gotten the hint and made absolutely no movement to confront the other boy. Two could play at this game, although he was relatively sure Mattie didn’t care. Guy seemed like a grump, anyway.
Of course, he was thinking all this before Mattie decided to walk through the middle of the game. There were a few shouts of ‘Red card!’ and ‘Take him off, ref!’ before the guy made it over to Marquis’ side. Marquis sent him a glare, but it was rather diluted by the fact that Marquis was sitting down and stretching out his leg and Mattie was all the way up there... standing. The height difference was massive on a normal basis, but like this any hope of conversation was pretty limited.
”Uh... hey.” He replied, wondering why he secretly felt... happy that Mattie was talking to him. And then he realised that Mattie was standing in the middle of the game. ”Oi, mate, yer blockin’ play.” He continued, tugging Mattie’s trouser leg as if that would move the guy onto the path with him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:19 pm
"..Play?" Mattie's immediae reaction was to duck. 'Play', usually meant Quidditch or some flying sport. If he was blocking it, he was lucky to still be conscious. But there weren't any brooms...? Mattie blinked at Marquis, wondering what the hell he was talking about, when he got hit in the side of the face with that odd looking ball they were pushing about.
"What the <********> Mattie gave his worst glare to the player that did it, sending a couple others backing up. "You trying to start something?"
"Get out of the bloody way, de'Medici." A particularly hefty looking Hufflepuff glowered at him.
"It's Mattie, Puffballs." Mattie snarled at them, then took a few steps over to Marquis' vicinity. That seemed to be safe ground. He wasn't getting yelled at, at any rate. Speaking of safe. Mattie was feeling better. It was odd, but that ache just seemed to... lift. He couldn't pinpoint when, but it was when he'd crossed over to talk to Marquis. ...Oh, bloody hell. He wasn't going to have to stay and talk to him just to keep the pain off, was he?
"Uh..." Mattie searched for small talk. He hated this. A lot. And it was obvious he didn't want to be here. He pointed vaguely at the soccer game. "You do this ....stuff?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:30 pm
A wicked snicker escaped Marquis as Mattie was hit with the soccer ball. Well, he’d told him so, and it was his bloomin’ fault for walking through the middle of a soccer match. H ewas just lucky the ball... hadn’t hit lower territory. Though the mental image was pretty amusing, and another chuckle escaped him as Mattie moved out of the way. Towards him, but whatever. Since he’d done so, the cramp that had been plaguing Marquis’ leg seemed to lift, but the smaller boy remained on the ground to stretch it out, just in case.
Mattie was standing near him, but while the other boy said nothing Marquis busied himself with his stretches. First one leg, then the other, he pressed the upper half of his body down to the knee while keeping a straight back. He was relatively flexible, being twelve, but intended to keep it that way. After all, he liked doing ridiculous things like jumping out of third story windows, so it was better to remain supple if just to absorb the impact better. No, unlike Mattie, the blonde had almost forgotten about the gay-a** bracelet hanging loosely around his wrist, and hadn’t even begun to link the aches and pains to their separation. That sort of thing just didn’t occur to him.
At first he considered just ignoring the Slytherin boy. Why the hell should he talk to him when he’d been purposefully avoiding him in the halls already? Still, his uncle always said it was best to stay polite because you never knew when you’d need people, so he glanced all the way at the other boy again. Gods, he was tall.
”Stuff, huh?” Yes, there was a teasing tone in his voice. ”I do a lot of stuff, yeah. This particular ‘stuff’ s’called soccer. Dun think you pureblood people know ‘bout it, but we can’t play that soccer in the air stuff so this’ll do. They’re not givin’ us gym class or anythin’ else to run ‘bout in, after all.”
Ah, Marq missed the running.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:37 pm
"What the ******** is soccer?"
Whoops. Mattie hadn't meant to say that out loud. And he could really stop stretching any time he wanted. It was oddly distracting. Mattie tried to recover from his comment and quickly sat down net to Marquis, careful to mind the distance. He didn't want a repeat of Potions class.
"Uh.. Explain it." Mattie tried. He honestly didn't care, he just wanted to rest for a little, and distract him from all that damn stretching. It must've looked odd, since a few of the soccer players were giving him looks. He glared right back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:44 pm
Yeah. These purebloods really didn’t know what they were missing. Marquis didn’t bother to stop his cool down stretches as he explained, in as simple terms as he could, just what you did in soccer. One ball, two nets, goalies, etc, etc. He left the more complicated and annoying rules out, since he hardly thought Mattie was going to want a game, and ended up on the red cards. “And the player can’t come back out t’play after that, since they’ve brok’n too many rules’nall. S’more to it, ‘course, but s’mostly just technical crap.”
The blonde paused a moment, legs splayed and leaning on his elbows between them ”Actually reckon ye’d be a better rugby player, mate. Lotsa slammin’ inta each other, ye’ve got the right body for it. Me? Last time I’tried it, got a few ribs broken. Too small, yanno?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:53 pm
"Rugby?" Mattie liked the sound of it. He'd tried whacking a bludger once before and found it quite enjoyable. He was looking forward to trying out for the Quidditch team. Maybe he could train up with this rugby thing. "Huh."
"Is it a foul if you knock someone out?" It had happened to him before when he was trying the bludger thingo. Not on purpose, mind. But he was just curious. And reaaally trying to get him to stop bloody stretching. Mattie scratched the crook of his neck and tried to watch the soccer game instead. It was only mildly interesting now that he knew what was going on. Marquis was right. He was probably better for this 'Rugby' business.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:01 pm
Well this place certainly had some weird essence, she'd give it that. She'd even seen a few floating thingos that were pure essence! How odd! She tried to make friends with one of them, convinced they were a djinni like her, but they just shrieked and flew the other way. Ah well.
"You said you're name was uh... Kyle?" Piper gave the freckled boy a huge smile, one that should've made most people uncomfortable, but this boy seemed oblivious. She fiddled with the scarf she'd borrowed from the student she was parading as.
"Yeah? You know me, Ranna! Stop kidding aroun-- Hey! You just said my name! Haha, neat!" Kyle was beaming. How cute. Piper didn't know this Ranna chick, but she made his essence swell. Perfect timing. Piper pulled the children's scissors from her coat. Kyle peered at them.
"What are those for?"
"You." Piper replied, without missing a beat. She grinned at him.
"Uh, thank you?" He gave a shaky smile, not sure what to do. Piper gave a horribly off-key laugh.
"What for?" She plunged the scissors at his abdomen, and the boy yelped, darting backwards. He threw himself away from her, and started running. Drat. She rather liked the look of his essence, too.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:14 pm
Mattie’s comment brought a sharp laugh out of Marquis. ”Only if it don’t look like an accident, mate! Lotsa injuries, in rugby.” Actually, rugby made very little sense to Marquis, but then again he was probably biased. Those ribs had taken forever to heal, what with the lack of magic stuff back home. Still, Mattie’d be able to handle it no sweat. Hell, he probably could have handled the high-school teams with that sort of muscle on him. So he began explaining rugby as best – and as violently – as he could to the other boy, knowing the explanations would probably never be put to use, but what the hey. He was feeling much better now, so he pulled his legs into his body and just lazed back against the wall. It was mostly him doing the talking, but Mattie appeared to be listening, so it could be counted as a conversation, in Marquis’ mind.
”Oh, hey, shouldn’t we try’n work somethin’ out ‘bout these bracelet th – “ Marquis was cut off by the sound of screaming, and a first-year Ravenclaw burst into the middle of the soccer pitch. There was something sticking out of his chest, metal of some sort, and the boy was downright hysterical. The sight brought Marquis to his feet immediately.
”Get’im down.” He yelled at some of the other players, who quickly took the boy’s arms and held him in place, setting him down to sit on the grass as he blubbered and moaned. No-one could get a word of sense out of him and, in the confusion, Marquis had tugged a small pistol out from his jacket and was holding it close. Force of habit; His uncle did manufacture them. ”Nono, don’t pull’it out you’ll make it worse.”
The blonde huffed, brushing another student’s hands away. The scissors were pretty firmly entrenched into the boy’s chest, so Marq stole his scarf and wrapped it around the wound and scissors combined to stop the bleeding. ”Alright, hold it. No, don’t fuss, just hold it. These blokes’ll take you to the hospital wing, right guys?”
Play was abandoned, teachers were called, and Marquis quickly slipped his gun back out of sight. He wasn’t even meant to have it here, let alone be brandishing it about.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:25 pm
For most eleven year old's, watching your first stabbing was a relatively important event. Mind, most eleven year old's didn't get to see a kid with scissors poking out of their chest, and most eleven year old's would find this to be the highlight of their eleven year old year. Most eleven year old's weren't Mattie. Mattie's eyes never left that gun from the moment it was pulled out of Marquis' jacket. He'd never seen one in real life, and had only heard stories about them. He was stunned. It was... beautiful.
"What... what was that?" Mattie breathed, staring at Marquis wide-eyed.
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