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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 0:18:02 GMT -5
Benedict heaved out a sigh as he slid down into the seat of the small booth. Grinning to Charles and spreading his hands out on the table in front of him, he sat his wand carefully down beside the place setting.
"It'll be nice to have a break from that place, if only for a day or two," he told him, referring to the near-dungeon atmosphere Hogwarts had adopted since Dumbledore's death. But he wouldn't let that ruin this night. It was the first time they'd been granted a trip to Hogsmeade in months, and god knows they all needed it.
He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the booth seat next to Charles under the table and purposefully not looking at him. He knew he was gunna get flack for it anyways, Charles being the pin-straight and disciplined kid he was and himself honestly caring less.
Daring to look up at him under his brow, he let a smirk play on his face.
HA HA short and ooc sorry :L
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 16, 2012 0:30:49 GMT -5
Charles rolled his shoulders, sitting down across from his friend. Benedict was looking relaxed, Charles was himself less tense than usual in the more festive atmosphere of The Three Broomsticks. Smiling a bit, he leant forwards a bit so that he could talk to Benedict and actually be heard over the noise of the pub, it seemed like half of the school was squeezed in there.
“That it will. I’ll take any chance of freedom I can get.” He responded, his lips twitching into a slightly bigger smile. Freedom. How…. Nice.
Benedict put his feet up and Charles couldn’t help but glance stiffly to his right where the feet lay. He prepared to give a miniature lecture before stopping himself. It had been a while since the boys could let themselves go in any way at all and his friend was allowed to do what he wanted, at least for a short while. If he started to be overly rash Charles would intervene, but until then it was a free-for-all.
That smirk though; it was hard to ignore.
Look away Charles. He thought to himself and he sat back, keeping his eyes away from both feet and smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 14:19:03 GMT -5
Benedict laughed at the expression on Charles's face, nudging his side with his left foot. "That's right, lighten up," he told him, poking at him again. "It's about time you let a smile crack on that face."
He slid down the seat a little more, so much that his spine leaning against the sticky leather was the only thing keeping him upright. No doubt when the waitress came she'd get after him, but Benedict was always one to deal with things as they came along rather than to avoid them altogether.
Slipping off his scarf and setting it on top of his wand, he realized just how uncomfortable his position was and worked his way back into a normal position. He kept his feet beside Charles's, his calves resting on the other Ravenclaw's shoes so his own were pressed against the seat.
His face slipped into a gentler smile as he played with the edges of his jacket. "It's been a long winter," he said, his eyes skirting around the bar out of instinct more than anything. "I can't wait for this year to be over. Then just one more left." He paused, thinking, and then laughed again. "I have no clue what I'm gunna do after that. It's kind of hard to think of life outside of Hogwarts."
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 22, 2012 14:42:09 GMT -5
Charles twitched, his elbow banging into the back of his seat when Benedict poked him in the side. When he was poked again he gasped with laughter, he never could take tickling of any sort.
"It's about time you let a smile crack on that face."
This time Charles shot a glare at his best friend, jokingly of course, he was happy to be relaxing finally. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to just sit and joke with a friend.
He watched as Benedict moved into what looked like a very uncomfortable position and his eyebrows worked their way up, “You might want to move.” He suggested with a shrug. However, even as he was saying it, Benedict was moving.
Charles could feel Benedict’s feet near his own and he shuffled a bit to get more comfortable. His body relaxed, his hands crossed across his chest and his smiled light.
“It has been a long winter, when it’s over we should go on some sort of vacation or something.” He suggested, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. “Some time away from all of this,” Charles waved his hand at everything around them, “would be great.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 15:18:53 GMT -5
Benedict's face twisted into a scowl. "Bloody hell, the winters back at the old house were awful. The insulation was so bad that wall four of us would end up huddled in one bed." He laughed, his tone becoming light, allowing himself to fondly regard the memory. "God, it sucked. There'd be no room to do anything, and because I was the youngest I'd always find myself squished between everyone."
He smiled, though it felt a little forced. Though he wasn't the only one to have lost family during these dark times, sometimes he felt as though he'd lost a lot more than others. Which he knew full well wasn't true at all.
Narrowing his eyes and glaring down at the table in front of him, he mentally kicked himself for feeling such self-pity. Now was not the time to let himself succumb to such things. Charles was here, and Charles was happy for once, and Benedict wouldn't let himself be the downer this trip and bring his friend down.
So instead, he laid his arms out flat in front of him--being extra sure to let his elbows rest on the table--and grinned. "Leah's got a friend here in Hogsmeade that has a pretty nice place with a lot of bedrooms. She's kind of crazy, but she's nice." He paused, prodding his scarf to move it over a bit. "If you don't mind staying with her and my sister, then we'd be set."
Leaning back, he closed his eyes contentedly for a few seconds. "I like Hogsmeade," he said, letting a smile play across his lips. "It's...comfortable."
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 22, 2012 15:31:55 GMT -5
Charles sat, concern on his face as he listened to his friend explained a part of his past that he rarely heard about. He did, however, smile a bit as he heard him talking about how he was always squished. He felt bad though, as he remembered his childhood in a large room with all the space and warmth he ever needed. Charles frowned a bit as he thought of how much he complained about his harsh father when really he had no reason to complain at all. He sat straight again before looking at Benedict, who was no smiling, though Charles knew it was mostly for his own benefit.
Then Benedict was glaring at the table and Charles reached across and patted his arm with a slight smile,
“Well, now you’re here.” He said.
"Leah's got a friend here in Hogsmeade that has a pretty nice place with a lot of bedrooms. She's kind of crazy, but she's nice."
Charles smiled, genuinely, again, “Maybe, that would be nice! We could come here every day and just relax and stuff.”
He sat back again as he watched Benedict go back to his more normal self, which wasn’t actually that normal but Charles would never complain. He even forgot to think about the elbows on the table for once.
“I love it too, Hogsmeade is always so… warm when you’re not in the streets.” He laughed, looking out the door into the snowy street.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 21:10:53 GMT -5
Benedict grinned again. "Yeah. Apparently the house belonged to her grandfather or something, and when he died she offered to take it because no one else would. It's a pretty cool setup. She works at a bookstore, too," he told him.
Grinning from ear to ear, he propped up his elbows and clasped his hands beneath his chin. "It's warm in the summer, though. I came here once when I was younger, before I went to Hogwarts. It's quiet, and a lot less hustle and bustle than London."
He reached out, poking Charles in the forehead. "We should come here more often. Tilting his head so that his cheek rested in his hands instead, he let his grin loosen up a bit. "What do you think you'll do? After Hogwarts, I mean."
SHORT POST BECAUSE BROOMY SUCKS AND PULLED A BLANK :B
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 22, 2012 22:27:39 GMT -5
“Wow! Yeah, definitely sounds like a great place to go.” Charles smiled, “I like bookstores.” Charles loved to skim books looking for ideas that he could use for his own writing. Plus, he loved the smells of parchment and ink.
"It's warm in the summer, though. I came here once when I was younger, before I went to Hogwarts. It's quiet, and a lot less hustle and bustle than London."
Charles nodded, “I can imagine. It’s really nice here any time of year so the summer it must be beautiful.”
He was going to order a drink or something when he was poked in the forehead by Benedict. He poked him back before answering the question he was posed.
“Well… I don’t honestly know just yet, maybe I’ll publish some of my stories in a book or something. What about you? What do you plan to do?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 23:56:47 GMT -5
Benedict laughed. "The owner of the store is a real asshole, though. But a nice asshole. If that makes any sense. Leah speaks fondly of him, when she's not complaining."
He sat back as Charles poked him back, ordered for the two of them, and turned his attention back to his friend after the waitress left. Grinning darkly, he picked up a small packet of salt and threw it at him. It was times like these, where they could act like kids instead of military recruits, that he loved the most. And what better to spend that time with than friends?
"That sounds cool. Maybe I can be your bodyguard. You know how those male authors are always being swarmed by their adoring female fans, and we don't want you going into a nervous breakdown in public." He winked at him. "Better to have someone who actually knows what they're doing to keep you safe." He laughed, throwing another salt packet at him. "Though honestly, I have no clue. I used to want to be a doctor, but no way, not anymore."
He shuddered, subconsciously running a hand over his chest. The skin was puckered there, and even through his sweater he was able to feel it. But as soon as he had brought up his hand he had set it back down, another grin on his face as he threw yet another salt packet at Charles to cover up his action.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 23, 2012 0:12:46 GMT -5
“I think we can deal with him!” Charles replied, speaking of the owner of the store that Benedict said was a ‘nice asshole.’
Charles smiled at the waitress before turning back to Benedict, not expecting the packet of salt that hit him square in the forehead. He sat there, momentarily stunned, before grinning and tossing it back. “Act your age.” He joked.
"That sounds cool. Maybe I can be your bodyguard. You know how those male authors are always being swarmed by their adoring female fans, and we don't want you going into a nervous breakdown in public."
“Maybe you can be! I’ll pay you, if I make any money. Not that I’m likely thought, there are a lot of really great authors out there who I’ll have to compete with. You might have to protect me from their fans.” Charles laughed lightly, this time catching the packet of salt as it was thrown at him. He glanced at Benedict’s hand and where it momentarily rested, knowing what was hidden behind the thick fabric of his sweater.
“Maybe, if I make good money, you can be my accountant.” He smiled, leaning across the table and pinching Benedict’s nose with pale fingers, writer’s fingers.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 0:42:50 GMT -5
Benedict snorted with mock indignation. "Act your age," he muttered back, grinning slyly at him. "And you're a great writer. All you have to work on is how you present yourself to the ladies, and they'll be just swooning around you." he said the last bit in a high-pitched voice, fluttering his eyelashes and raising a hand to his forehead.
He laughed, reaching for another salt packet. When he found none, he resorted to pepper. Before he could throw it the damn thing exploded in his hands, and he sneezed in an almost comical fashion before brushing himself off.
"Are you serious? Me, cooped up in a desk all day, working with numbers?" He laughed, and then wiped off the dusting of pepper from the bridge of his nose. "Now that is a bad idea. I'd be the worst accountant in the world."
He wasn't expecting Charles's hand to come across the table and pinch his nose, and he sneezed again before wrinkling his nose and batting the hand half-heartedly away.
short reply sorry :L
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 23, 2012 0:54:55 GMT -5
“I’m quite sure the ladies will skip right past me and swoon over my bodyguard. It’s never the writer the girls are interested in anyways.” Charles laughed, “But thank you, not that you’ve read all of my writing though.” He responded to what Benedict had said about him being a good writer.
Then the pepper incident happened and Charles snorted unintentionally with laughter. “I’m sure you could do it! Work with numbers I mean, it’s not like you would have to be hunched over a desk all of the time.” Charles paused, rethinking his statement, “No, never mind, it would be a living hell for you, and me. I’d have to listen to your winging.
Charles laughed for what seemed like the thirtieth time that day – it was becoming quite productive on the fun scale – when his nose pinch caused another sneeze.
“Oh don’t complain,” Charles said, watching the half-hearted wave with glinting eyes. “You’re clearing your sinuses quite effectively just now.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 22:42:25 GMT -5
Benedict flipped his hair, putting dashing smile on his face and pouting his lips in that weird girl kissy-face. "Oh, I just get all the ladies, don't I?" He dropped the act before he was even done, laughing at his own ridiculous actions.
Brushing off his face again, Benedict pinched some pepper between his fingers and grinned at Charles. Suddenly jumping up onto the seat and leaning over, he flicked it right under Charles's nose and sat down as quickly as he'd pushed himself up.
"There, now I'm returning the favour for you," he said, poking his friend's face. He looked around for another salt packet, and frowned when there were none.
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Post by superwholockin on Feb 24, 2012 0:00:07 GMT -5
Charles grinned, “That you do, I usually just end up a pet.” He said sincerely, smiling all the same. He imitated Benedict’s actions but couldn’t even get the words out he felt so ridiculous.
Then Benedict was flicking pepper underneath Charles’ nose and he tried holding his breath, but, too late, his nose tickled, itched, and finally he sneezed, head bobbing as he did so.
“Thank you very much Benedict, but my sinuses were perfectly clear before you returned the favor, now they’re just itching.” Charles sneezed twice more before twitching his nose irritably and sitting back in the seat.
“The packets are gone Benedict.” He stated with a grin, knowing exactly what his best friend was looking for.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 20:41:42 GMT -5
Benedict laughed at his friend's sudden misfortune. "That's too bad; now we're both in the same boat." He grinned at him cheekily before he himself sneezed, and he scowled in annoyance at the bad timing of it.
He leaned back in his seat, not able to keep up the frown for long. "So I hear there's a ball coming up," he told Chales, reaching forward to ruffle his friend's hair before sprawling himself on the table like a lazy cat. "Any girls caught your eye that you're thinking of taking?"
Grinning mischievously from ear to ear, Benedict prodded at his friend once more, not moving from his position over the table top. He was in perfect poking range from here. "There's gotta be someone," he prodded. "Maybe that pretty girl who always sits across from us in the lunch room?"
He knew his friend was most likely too shy to ask someone, but it was worth shot anyways.
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