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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 9:44 pm
The Main Hall
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – It was a beautiful day, wasn't it? Quillan grinned--relishing the warm sunlight on his back. All night long, he slept like a baby--not even stirring one single bit! And today felt like something new and exciting! Though Quillan couldn't stay to actually witness the fiasco he manipulated yesterday, he heard ALL about it when his classmates returned to their common room. "Did you see what Stinky did?" One of them inquired. "He looked so proud of himself! Like he didn't even know anything he did was wrong," Another Slytherin pointed out. In the meantime, Quillan just listened and grinned madly. All according to plan! And it wasn't often that Quillan could think that either--which made this victory even sweeter.
From the other descriptions Quillan had heard--Elliot grabbed a large portion of Shrivelfig juice and just lathered it on Ann's hair as if it were butter. And Quillan couldn't have been prouder! He had also heard stories that Elliot had forced the goo on her, no matter how hard she struggled and screamed, (Elliot laughing the entire time, of course); that Elliot had some sort of horrible vendetta against against Ann that originated when she first rejected him; and that Ann's head had shriveled to the size of a peach after Elliot's deed was done! Despite knowing that these were all wild rumors, Quillan couldn't deny that he enjoyed seeing the creative things people came up with.
Therefore, his morning had been good so far. He hummed a soft tune as he entered the Main Hall, ready to gobble down some breakfast. As usual, he was pretty late in arriving (he always tended to sleep in longer than he really should) and he only had a few minutes to gather up some food and dig in. But despite being late, Quillan could tell it would be a great day! The thought of crossing paths with Elliot didn't even come to mind!
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:17 am
Elliot had gotten more sleep than usual... but that was not necessarily a good thing. On a normal night, he would be up late, happily reading one of his books or writing his thoughts down on paper. (He liked to write, sometimes.) It was a strange night indeed when Elliot slept for a solid eight or nine hours. He needed it, though; even when he woke, he still had a headache and the skin around his eyes felt tight and raw from being rubbed so much the night before.
He thought about skipping classes. As much as he loved attending them, Elliot didn't much want to be around his housemates today- and he didn't feel like doing his coursework, for that matter. It was a good thing that he was awake early, because it took him fifteen minutes to convince himself that lying in bed all day would make him feel no better.
The Ravenclaw was out of character this morning. He showered (even his hair!) and dressed in his uniform, buttoning it up properly and making sure he was presentable. He used a quick-dry spell on his hair, then examined it in the mirror to make sure it wasn't too normal looking. When there were no other meticulous details to attend to that would extend his time away from other students, Elliot put on his shoes, gathered his school supplies into his bag (which had been returned to him the night before), and headed for the Great Hall for breakfast.
When he arrived, there was still more than an hour until his first class of the day, which was great because, when he did eat, Elliot was a slow and picky eater. He sat at the edge of the Ravenclaw table, far away from other students; one small blessing was that they seemed as eager to avoid him as he was them- though they did whisper to themselves. The skinny boy ignored them and picked through the breakfast spread sparingly.
It had been the better part of the hour and Elliot's belly was full. The Hall was packed with students rushing in at the last moment to lay claim to the breakfast selection. Filing in with the rush was none other than Quillan...
Quillan! Elliot didn't remember the boy's exact name (he was terrible with them) but he had not forgotten what he looked like. At first, Elliot turned away, not wanting to be bothered by thinking of him. Being angry with someone? That was no way to make friends! ...But the Slytherin boy had tricked him! He could not help it...
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became. His face became hot and red as he held his breath, trying to calm himself down. Thinking clearly, he knew how silly it would have been to speak to him now, in the middle of breakfast, with so many other students in the room. The last thing Elliot needed was to get in any more trouble...
But Elliot had never been a particularly clear thinker!
"Hey!" he called out at Quillan, suddenly and quickly vacating the table, stalking up to the other boy. Once he got there, he realized he had no words to say, and gestured wildly at Quillan with one hand. Exasperated, the only thing he could think to ask was "What?!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:06 am
Quillan hadn't even had the chance to round up his meal before he heard someone shout. Automatically, he glanced in that direction to see none other than Stinky approaching him--face burning red with anger? Huh! I didn't think he'd have it in him! Quillan quietly thought, a soft grin of approval on his face as Elliot stormed up to him. Now how should I play this story off? Feign innocence? I doubt it'd be that hard to convince him of... Man, something about this kid brought out the worst in him! Though a tincy part of him did feel bad, it was overwhelmed by the feeling of pride and accomplishment. As he thought this, Stinky was getting progressively closer and Quillan just gave him a welcoming smile.
Elliot was absolutely exasperated by the time he got to Quillan--in fact, the Slytherin boy had to stifle some giggles at Elliot's hand waves and "What?!" "Mighty good morning it is, don't you think?" Quillan responded casually, enjoying whatever spin it might throw Elliot into. "But... do I know you?" Quillan inquired, using a convincing eyebrow raise. Sure, it wasn't one of the most tactful of excuses but with Elliot, it just might work.
"AH! Wait! I remember!" Quillan exclaimed, eyes wide and his finger pointing at Elliot. "You're the kid who tried dyeing Beckett's hair yesterday!" Immediately, everyone around him grew quiet, obviously eaves dropping on their conversation. "I feel bad for the poor girl--did you know that her mother prized her hair? And, bless her soul, she just passed away too." Quillan had heard something to that extent last night, "Cruel move, kiddo--if I didn't go home ill yesterday, I would've tried to stop you!" He spoke disapprovingly. And to his enjoyment, those around him seem to believe his rouse too.
Then, pretending to cut the kid a break, Quillan continued, "But what do you need from me?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:45 pm
Elliot trembled angrily as Quillan said his piece. He couldn't believe it! How could Quill just lie like that? Of course, he should have believed it, given the events of the day prior, but Elliot liked to think the best of people; he was very forgiving.
But Quill just acted as if he knew nothing! Elliot could have hit him! In fact, he raised his outspread right hand, intending to slap it across the conniving Slytherin's face- but he stopped himself. He was angry- furious even!- but not enough to actually hit Quill. (Not yet, at least.) Instead, he snapped his arm out towards him, index finger pointing in harsh accusation.
"Oh, you would have tried to stop me..." Elliot laughed! "You are the one who is to blame!" As he spoke, he was unable to stop his finger from jabbing forward, stabbing at Quill's chest. "'Ow could you do 'dat?!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:58 pm
Without missing a beat, Quillan interjected, "Don't try blaming me for something you did!" The fact that it was technically a white lie made his rouse more convincing--Quillan could tell from the glances he was getting from the people around him. "If you're that upset about it--why not just go apologize to Beckett?" He suggested, taking a step back to avoid any more finger-prods. The Ravenclaw boy was absolutely vibrant with rage! "Go apologize to her and then, when you're done, apologize to me for trying to blame me for something you did!" Quillan (pretended) to fume, as if he were so offended by what Elliot was doing to him.
After a long sigh, as if to exhaust his rage, Quillan closed his eyes. "I can't believe it." He mumbled, shaking his head in disbelief. As he did, Quillan turned away from Elliot and back towards the food. He picked up a few pieces of toast and plopped them on his plate.
Joyous! I can hear the whispers around me... They love this stuff! Quillan's ears were especially alert. By now, almost the entire first year class had heard about what Elliot had done--and they had already pinned the blame on him. This confrontation was fueling their disbelief of Elliot too--he was acting so out of character too! The normally quiet, stinky boy (He didn't smell that bad today--was he imagining things yesterday?) was confronting a Slytherin--the infamous Slytherins, who always did SO much wrong--and trying to blame him? It seemed like a fat lie to him!
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:25 pm
Elliot fell silent, breathing raggedly. He stared at Quill as the Slytherin nonchalantly gathered up his food. Though it made sense that Quillan wouldn't want to admit to lying in front of other students, Elliot was still in disbelief. If Quill would only share the guilt, neither of them would have to suffer alone!
Perhaps the reason he felt so angry about this was because it was his fault. He had done something terrible to poor Ann. He may have been misguided and confused, but the actions were still his. Worse still, Elliot wanted to apologize to her, to explain what had happened... but his housemates were not letting him get close enough to her to do so.
Frustrated, the Ravenclaw stamped his foot hard against the floor.
"You are so... so..." Elliot's face contorted- he was irritated that he could not even think of the proper English word to describe him! How could his own mind betray him like that? He looked around at the other students, sitting down at the table- many looked away when they saw him look at them. They may have been curious and shameless enough to talk behind his back (albeit loudly) but they still wouldn't look him in the eye! Elliot looked back at Quillan. "You know how it is, but if you do not want to say, 'den fine! I am sorry!" he concluded, folding his arms and sniffing distastefully.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:57 pm
Quillan glanced back at Elliot's distorted expression and listened as the boy spoke. Funny accent, he thought to himself before saying, "Alright then--your apology is accepted." He gave Elliot a crooked look, as if he were confused with what he was saying, before taking his plate full of toast and walking to the other side of the Slytherin table. That was surprisingly easy! He thought, quite surprised with the result. Though he doubted Elliot would throw any fists--it still surprised him that he just apologized to him... If it were Quillan, even if you used Crucio on him, he wouldn't budge. But this...
It was almost too easy!
A frown plastered on his face, Quillan disgustedly took a large chomp of toast. His eyes narrowed as he glanced Elliot's way. This was far too easy! I got away with it scotch free! It was almost upsetting! All around him, he ignored the constant questioning, barely listening to his classmates around him. It was too easy! Quillan was just plain perplexed now--this made no logical sense to him! "What is that kid's problem!?" He finally exclaimed--completely exasperated.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:08 pm
Elliot's expression softened a little when Quillan accepted his apology. He liked knowing that he was forgiven, even if it was only by one person- and the one who should be apologizing to him, for that matter! But Elliot knew that he was the better person- he had convinced himself of it!- and things could move on...
That's what he thought, anyway. Quillan had rounded the table- What's this kid's problem?! Elliot lowered his nose to look over at the other boy, eyes narrowed slightly. The other students seemed even more confused than they had before- did anyone know what was going on?!
Elliot unfolded his arms and held his hands together at his chest. "Me..?" he asked feebly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:29 pm
Quillan was getting furious! After he had blurted out those words--he heard a meek "Me?" and his eyes shot up. "Yes. You!" He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and making his way around to Elliot. Never had Quillan ever been so baffled by someone! Why had this kid just taken what he said? With everyone else--they wanted revenge! But there didn't seem to be a bloody mean bone in this boy's body and Quillan couldn't stand it! He even left his food on the plate and Quillan almost NEVER did that! (Well, unless it's something gross, in which case, Quillan will a) throw it, b) hide it, or c) sneak it on someone else's place... But anyway).
When he reached Elliot, he grabbed forcefully onto his wrist (which was surprisingly clean) and dragged him over to the Ravenclaw table. He ignored whatever protest the boy made, whatever protest anyone else made, and pushed him through the crowd surrounding Ann Beckett. "Hey! Where do you think you're doing!" One of the Ravenclaws protested, jumping in front of him, "Move it, kiddo," Quillan growled, glaring at the boy, "Before I ram your head into that bacon platter." Surprisingly, the boy moved. Well, perhaps not as surprising as it truly was. Quillan had a bad reputation--he had already gotten in two fights during his time at Hogwarts. One of them was against several upperclassman and the other was against Attor--who was infamous for being a jerk (and kick-boxing). But these, of course, were in the back of Quillan's mind at the time.
Therefore, the people around him parted like the Red Sea as Quillan moved through and before anyone could try to stop him again, he was in front of Ann Beckett and she looked terrified. "He has something to say to you--Right?" Quillan's eyes shot towards Elliot, as if daring him to say anything about his part in this.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:45 pm
When Quillan grabbed his wrist, Elliot cried out- more from shock than from pain, though the latter was not ruled out completely. Taken by surprise and too weak to fight against it, the Ravenclaw stumbled along as the stronger boy dragged him by the arm. He thought Quillan was going to take him somewhere to beat him up! When he noticed that they were headed for the Ravenclaw table... well, he was not sure if he should be relieved or panicked!
Elliot kept his eyes down as Quillan dragged him through the small crowd of people, not wanting to look at anyone. When Quill stopped and shoved him in place, he was looking at the floor and could only see the girl's feet- but he knew, of course, that it was Ann.
He didn't want to look up- to see what he had done to her hair and have to acknowledge it. But he couldn't help his curiosity. Elliot raised his eyes shamefully and found that Ann was just as hesitant to look at him; she kept glancing at the students surrounding her. That made him feel a little better- but not much.
"I- I- I am s-so'wry..." he stammered at Quillan's goading. He wasn't sure what else to say to poor Ann, so he just stood there, awkward, waiting for whatever might happen next.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:51 pm
Quillan stared at Elliot while he apologized, looking at him with little humor. He gave him this opportunity and he could barely make out words? Well... Quillan supposed that was his loss. "Stammer-stammer-stammer!" Quillan rolled his eyes, interrupting Elliot. "What he wanted to say was that he's sorry that you didn't find the color pleasing, and he'll try better next time." Quillan nodded, releasing Elliot's hand, ready to watch him squirm.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:00 pm
And squirm Elliot did! Ann seemed to recoil and Elliot whimpered, turning his gaze to Quill. He shifted uncomfortably- since the other boy had released him, his hands drew up to his chest again. What more did Quillan want from him?!
"No, no, that was not it!" Elliot said, more to Quill than to Ann. He looked to Ann... "I did not mean to 'urt your feelings!" ...and then back to Quillan. "Don't scare 'er like d'at!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:09 pm
Quillan looked at Elliot skeptically, "But I could've sworn..." He paused, looking down at Elliot, suppressing the wicked smile that was trying to take over his face. "I could've sworn..." He started again, enjoying the reaction that he was getting from Elliot and everyone else. Every time he started, it was like their ears perked up and they drew in closer--only to be disappointed by Quillan as he hesitated. They were on the edges of their seats, waiting for what Quillan would say next. "But you know--Didn't you tell me earlier.. Hmm.." A pin could've dropped within this time and the Ravenclaws all would've been able to hear it. "Well--I guess that's what you meant." Quillan finally announced--the tension in the air dissolved.
"He did want me to give this to you though--" Quillan dug into his pockets, pulling out a black ball. He placed it next to Ann's plate and then pulled back. "Toodles!" Quillan waved--pausing just shortly next to Elliot. "It's an ink bomb," he whispered to the other boy, giving him a mischievous smirk as he walked back to the table. In a soft voice, he began the countdown. "Three! Two.... ONE!" His eyes darted back to the Ravenclaw table, hoping that Elliot would do something insane in order to stop the ink bomb...
Well... To stop the black marble rather. But Elliot didn't have to know that.
As the chaos ensued, Quillan wandered back to his table and picked up his toast--humming a nice little tune as he exited the Main Hall.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 4:52 pm
Elliot watched with the rest of them as Quillan set up his scheme. He wondered what it was that he had wanted Quill to give Ann- it didn't make any sense, of course, since had never requested anything of the boy! But it soon became clear that this was just another one of Quill's ploys!
Merde!
Elliot panicked for a brief moment, wondering what he should do about the ink bomb! Should he drag Ann away, saving them both from the explosion? Or should he grab it himself and risk it exploding on him? Either way, he didn't have long to make a decision!
The Ravenclaw chose to risk himself- it would look better than pushing or pulling Ann out of the way. He swiped the ball off the table (noting how smooth it was!) and... tossed it across the Great Hall! He soon regretted his decision- now it would explode upon another student!- and cringed... but not for long. The supposed ink bomb bounced harmlessly off the wall and Elliot turned away to avoid looking suspicious in the eyes of the students that it had landed near.
He looked to Ann- she must have thought he was insane! Her eyes were still wide with confusion and she had leaned away from Elliot in her seat. Elliot himself pulled back; he was glad that the ink bomb had been a dud (or a fake...) but he was still embarrassed. Quickly convincing himself that his apology to Ann had sufficed, the boy fled the Great Hall, scampering away before anyone could catch him again.
At least class would save him from immediate further shame!
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 5:36 pm
One of the Many Hallways
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A lot had happened this morning--and Quillan couldn't say he wasn't a little bit depressed that Elliot hadn't tried to... Well, throw himself upon the table to act like a human shield... However, acting as crazy as he did by throwing the marble had a pretty good result too. But maybe, next time, he could use something more dangerous... "Oh... what about--crud, those aren't even allowed!" Quillan nibbled on the side of his lip--all the cool things weren't allowed at Hogwarts. Or... perhaps... What about if I use an actual ink bomb? That'll totally mess with his head! OR! I use another fake one... and then a real one later? That would cause Elliot some awesome paranoia! Just thinking about it made Quillan happy.
Unfortunately enough for Elliot, Quillan just found one of the best play toys he had in quite some time! And there was little to no chance he was actually going to let him get off scott free! (He figured that was why he was upset when Elliot didn't do anything earlier that day). But anyway--Quillan had been hoping to catch glimpse of the Ravenclaw again, but there had been no sight of him! And it was nearing curfew too--what kind of Ravenclaw stays out this late?! Quillan wondered, completely forgetting about the detention he had caused Elliot to get.
Sighing, Quillan decided to give up for the day. He'd just see the bubble of stink the next day during Breakfast. "Ah well... What to do now?" He inquired to himself, looking around the prestine hallway. Everything about this place looked so clean--the floor shimmered with a nice shine, like it had just been polished--"OH! Sweet!" This was an opportune moment... to sock-slide!
Throwing his shoes to the side lazily, Quillan started down the hallway in a sprint and then quickly stopped, letting his momentum and his socks carry him to the end of the hallway. Oh shoot! I need to stop before those stairs! Quillan realized--darn! His plan was flawed! As he scrambled to adjust his speed to a nice and clean stop... But, of course, that didn't seem to be working... So Quillan just shouted, "BONZAIII!" and braced himself for some air and then a rather painful landing.
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