FIC: Warmth [chapter 2]
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Chapter 2: Bananas and Pickle
There wasn't meant to be a part 2, I blame
clovermews
Still G, still all dialogue
"Alright?"
"Alright, Padfoot."
"What're you doing?"
"Does the pile of books not give you a clue?"
"Are you... hmm, maybe making a violin out of banana skins and pickle?"
"Yes, Padfoot, I am making a violin. Out of banana skins and pickle. You're a bloody maniac."
"Thank you. What're you studying for?"
"Transfiguration."
"No, I mean - what are you studying now for? It's Thursday evening."
"Perfectly reasonable time to study."
"You and reasonable. I think it's your favourite word."
"No, my favourite word is onomatopoeia."
"...You - you have a favourite word, and I'm the maniac?"
"This is correct. Not my fault you don't have a literary bone in your body."
"Do so! My favourite word is - uh - shenanigans."
"Somehow I'm not surprised."
"So. Thursday evening. Studying. Why?"
"I think first you need to explain why studying on a Thursday evening is not acceptable. Then I'll shoot your theory down and make you cry like a girl. That's how these things usually go, isn't it?"
"I never cry. Especially not like a girl."
"You do. Into your dainty lace-trimmed pillow, I've seen you."
"Leaving aside your dainty lace-based fantasies, it's wrong to study on a Thursday evening because Thursday evening is almost Friday, which is almost the weekend."
"Ri-ight. But you could expand that logic out to cover the whole week."
"And frequently do. I thought that'd be pushing it a bit for you, though."
"You thought right. In fact, even referring to it as logic was a bit of a stretch."
"So. What transfiguration are you working on?"
"You're joking, aren't you? We're in the same class, Padfoot, how can you not know what I'm working on?"
"Because it probably isn't due for two weeks."
"One week."
"Same thing."
"Quite a different thing, actually."
"So what is it?"
"The essay comparing live-to-live and live-to-inert transfigurations."
"Oh that. There's a good section in Marsden and Westwick."
"Really?"
"Moony, I've read every transfiguration book in this place. Well. Skimmed them, at least."
"Oh. Oh, right. Of course."
"Pass it over."
"It's...um... Here, this one."
"Right. Hmm... Where did it... There you go."
"Oh, right. That does look good..."
"So - you could check it out and we could go - somewhere."
"Somewhere?"
"Yeah. Flying or - something, I don't know."
"...what're you after?"
"What? Nothing! Why do I have to be..."
"Alright, keep your hair on, I was only messing around."
"Oh. Well. Alright."
"...are you okay, mate?"
"What? Fine. I'm fine."
"Sure? You seem a bit...odd."
"You tell me I'm odd about fifty times a day, why are you objecting now?"
"Alright, don't get – It's nothing."
"You – What?"
"I just feel like you're about to pull a prank on me or something."
"Well – I'm not."
"I believe you, thousands wouldn't. You're just...around a lot at the moment. I feel like you're doing reconnaissance for an ambush."
"You're extremely paranoid, Mr. Moony."
"With friends like you, Mr. Padfoot, paranoia is an entirely reasonable reaction."
"There's that word again."
"What – oh. Well – "
"I can go. If you want."
"Huh?"
"Well if you feel like I'm plotting to ambush you then that's probably a not terribly polite way of telling me to bugger off, isn't it?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, come on. I'll check this book out and we can...go flying, I suppose."
"Wait, are you taking my advice?"
"Possibly. I'll deny it if anyone asks, though."
"I wouldn't expect anything less. Come on, get moving."
"Alright, hold your hippogriffs."
"Come ooonnnn."
"I didn't know going flying with me was such a thrill, Padfoot. You're like a little boy on Christmas day."
"You're the best present I've had all my life."
"Aww..."
"If you'd come with a bow on it'd be perfect."
"Idiot. C'mon, let’s go."
>>chapter 3
There wasn't meant to be a part 2, I blame
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Still G, still all dialogue
"Alright?"
"Alright, Padfoot."
"What're you doing?"
"Does the pile of books not give you a clue?"
"Are you... hmm, maybe making a violin out of banana skins and pickle?"
"Yes, Padfoot, I am making a violin. Out of banana skins and pickle. You're a bloody maniac."
"Thank you. What're you studying for?"
"Transfiguration."
"No, I mean - what are you studying now for? It's Thursday evening."
"Perfectly reasonable time to study."
"You and reasonable. I think it's your favourite word."
"No, my favourite word is onomatopoeia."
"...You - you have a favourite word, and I'm the maniac?"
"This is correct. Not my fault you don't have a literary bone in your body."
"Do so! My favourite word is - uh - shenanigans."
"Somehow I'm not surprised."
"So. Thursday evening. Studying. Why?"
"I think first you need to explain why studying on a Thursday evening is not acceptable. Then I'll shoot your theory down and make you cry like a girl. That's how these things usually go, isn't it?"
"I never cry. Especially not like a girl."
"You do. Into your dainty lace-trimmed pillow, I've seen you."
"Leaving aside your dainty lace-based fantasies, it's wrong to study on a Thursday evening because Thursday evening is almost Friday, which is almost the weekend."
"Ri-ight. But you could expand that logic out to cover the whole week."
"And frequently do. I thought that'd be pushing it a bit for you, though."
"You thought right. In fact, even referring to it as logic was a bit of a stretch."
"So. What transfiguration are you working on?"
"You're joking, aren't you? We're in the same class, Padfoot, how can you not know what I'm working on?"
"Because it probably isn't due for two weeks."
"One week."
"Same thing."
"Quite a different thing, actually."
"So what is it?"
"The essay comparing live-to-live and live-to-inert transfigurations."
"Oh that. There's a good section in Marsden and Westwick."
"Really?"
"Moony, I've read every transfiguration book in this place. Well. Skimmed them, at least."
"Oh. Oh, right. Of course."
"Pass it over."
"It's...um... Here, this one."
"Right. Hmm... Where did it... There you go."
"Oh, right. That does look good..."
"So - you could check it out and we could go - somewhere."
"Somewhere?"
"Yeah. Flying or - something, I don't know."
"...what're you after?"
"What? Nothing! Why do I have to be..."
"Alright, keep your hair on, I was only messing around."
"Oh. Well. Alright."
"...are you okay, mate?"
"What? Fine. I'm fine."
"Sure? You seem a bit...odd."
"You tell me I'm odd about fifty times a day, why are you objecting now?"
"Alright, don't get – It's nothing."
"You – What?"
"I just feel like you're about to pull a prank on me or something."
"Well – I'm not."
"I believe you, thousands wouldn't. You're just...around a lot at the moment. I feel like you're doing reconnaissance for an ambush."
"You're extremely paranoid, Mr. Moony."
"With friends like you, Mr. Padfoot, paranoia is an entirely reasonable reaction."
"There's that word again."
"What – oh. Well – "
"I can go. If you want."
"Huh?"
"Well if you feel like I'm plotting to ambush you then that's probably a not terribly polite way of telling me to bugger off, isn't it?"
"No."
"No?"
"No, come on. I'll check this book out and we can...go flying, I suppose."
"Wait, are you taking my advice?"
"Possibly. I'll deny it if anyone asks, though."
"I wouldn't expect anything less. Come on, get moving."
"Alright, hold your hippogriffs."
"Come ooonnnn."
"I didn't know going flying with me was such a thrill, Padfoot. You're like a little boy on Christmas day."
"You're the best present I've had all my life."
"Aww..."
"If you'd come with a bow on it'd be perfect."
"Idiot. C'mon, let’s go."
>>chapter 3
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Date: 2009-02-10 12:30 am (UTC)Is there anything you'd like from me? ANYTHING AT ALL!? I can make Eloise do it! (She's not on the phone right now because she's doing 'work'... LAME!)
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Date: 2009-02-10 12:47 am (UTC)::PETS MY MONKEY::
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Date: 2009-02-10 08:23 am (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it and yes, shenanigans definitely makes my top ten list of words. The existence of this list probably confines me to some sort of special geek hell.
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Date: 2009-02-10 02:26 pm (UTC)Also, you could settle my curiosity about where you guys are from cause so many TIRN things are perfect - I'm thinking Teddy's XL shirt right when they went bust (ahhaha, poor west ham. my brother is a fan, I have no sympathy), and also Woolworths. May it rest in peace.
These are my requests.
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Date: 2009-02-10 11:49 pm (UTC)This weekend there should be several TIRN updates! Promise! Eloise won't get her nose out of her damn books for long enough until then. (I'm visiting her and will force her!!) Any outtake requests? I never know what is interesting to people.
Re: Our location.
Well, this is kind of a long story: Eloise is currently at uni outside of Chicago, and I go to one in New York City. However, we both went to secondary school in Connecticut, which is where we met. We've both lived in London though, I actually grew up there. How about you?
WOW SORRY FOR THE LONGEST COMMENT EVER.
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Date: 2009-02-11 09:17 am (UTC)Hurrah for updates! I know those type of people with their books. *shifty eyed grad student* Outtakes? You are doing more outtakes?! Anything would be awesome, but I have such a desire to see that first kiss and the hair!
Me I grew up just outside london, then lived in south west london for a bit while I did my undergrad stuff, then moved back out when the property prices went crazy.
Long comments make my day!
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Date: 2009-02-11 10:30 am (UTC)I'm surrounded by book lovers...Okay I'm one of them. But still it gets on my nerves when we're in the middle of discussing something hugely important (like what sort of shoes Teddy wears) and she's all "Oh I've gotta go read some pretentious thing blah blah BLAHHHHHHHH" Stupid English Major. (Okay I'm one of them, too.)
::Beings working on T/J first kiss outtake:: :) :) (This might take YEARS but I HAVE started)
I quite like London. I hope to move back soon, but it IS really expensive.. :(
I certainly am glad you like long comments because I just did it again! FAIL! (Its the middle of the night and I'm sick with some throat-thing which has apparently made me ramble)
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Date: 2009-02-11 11:49 am (UTC)I'm one of those annoying book people too. Psychology here, so it's more journal articles than actual books, which is a shame, but it interferes with the more important things in life in a very similar way.
London is great, I miss it. I am back in my crummy little smalltown home town for now. And actually, london is a lot less enjoyable when you have to commute, I have learned.
I hope you feel better soon :)
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Date: 2009-02-10 12:45 am (UTC)This is completely adorable! I love: "Then I'll shoot your theory down and make you cry like a girl."
Brilliant!
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Date: 2009-02-10 08:24 am (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2009-02-10 01:51 am (UTC)And Remus with a bow--I can just see him with a big red bow around this neck like an enormous bowtie. Shirtless and in embarrassingly-figured boxer shorts (maybe with hippogriffs on them. Or unicorns...)
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Date: 2009-02-10 08:25 am (UTC)Really glad you liked it, thanks for commenting :)
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