[G.Hall] Bad mood, good food

[Darius Willis]

A clash of lightning, with the sound of thunder. An excellent way to wake up. Throwing off his blanket, Darius sat up, shoving his fists into his eye sockets. "Merlin.." He mumbled, before standing up and stumbling around in the dark. Rain meant clouds. Clouds meant no sun. And no sun meant that Dar wasn't going to be able to find his trunk. He could be mean and wake up his beloved room mate, Bradyn, but he didn't feel like being tackled to the ground at 6:30 in the morning. Stumbling around a bit, he tripped over something; partially something hard. His eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, Gunner noticed it was his trunk. There was no mistaking that imprint of 'GUNNER' on top.

Standing up, he loudly opened his trunk, frustrated at this point. Pulling out some clean clothes, he tossed his dirty boxers into his laundry bag, and threw his pajama pants onto his bed. Dressing with difficulty, it took Darius a good fifteen minutes to be dressed, and out the door. Stopping midway down the stairs, he groaned as he remembered his teeth. And if he didn't brush them now, he knew his mother's voice would be nagging in his head soon enough. It was like she told him to brush his teeth while he was sleeping when he was younger, so it would stick in his head.

Running back up the stairs, Gunner quickly brushed his teeth, and ran down the stairs, missing the last step, and stumbling more. His stumble, lead him to fall over the back of the couch. "Bloody hell!" He shouted, frustrated once again. Why did it always seem that a gloomy day reflected his mood? Getting up, Darius walked over to the portrait, climbed in, and walked down the corridor, attempting to get in a better mood.

By the time he made it to the Great Hall, he was still feeling a bit glum. Sitting down at his house's table, Dar put on a fake smile, and grabbed his utensils. Glancing at his spoon, he noticed the person glancing back at him, had bed head. This would normally not bother him, but considering he was in a bad mood, he was upset by it. Slamming his spoon and fork on the table, the food magically appeared. Grabbing a muffin, he bit fiercely into it,as if he was ripping off the head of the thing that was making him feel bad today.

[Bradyn Reed]

[Summy.. nicole woke up with a depression ): BRAYDAR CHEER ME UP.]

Bradyn was woken up, rather rudely, by his roommate thrashing around in the dark like a blind troll. Grumbling his discontent in indistinct words that could only be vulgar cusses, he rolled over a few times while Dar took him time in getting read. 'What is he, a girl?' But then again, Bray had to straighten his hair the night before so he shouldn't be talking. As soon as Dar left, he hopped out of his own bed and turned on the magical invention called a light and used it so he could see.

Pulling on a pair of tattered jeans, his Irish hoodie, and of course his good luck necklace, Bray decided his roommate deserved a little present for waking him up early because of a storm that he would have easily slept through. Unmaking Dar's bed, he quickly remade it but this time he short-sheeted him, then tossed his pillows into their other roommates nasty-smelling hamper that he was pretty convinced had hazardous materials in it. Opening his trunk that was so nicely labeled 'GUNNER', he jinxed a few slugs to roam around among his clothes. 'Ew, that's so gross. I think I'm done now.' He thought and strolled innocently out of his dorm towards the Great Hall to get something to satisfy his grumbling stomach.

Bray rolled his eyes at the sight of quite a few people in the Great Hall, normally he, Dar, and Fay wouldn't come for a couple hours when all the early risers would be gone. The lazy cat boy soon spotted Dar at the Ravenclaw table mostly by his whacked-up hair that looks like he slept in a wind tunnel. Sneaking up behind him, he whacked him in the back of his neck with the side of his hand. It was his mum's preferred choice for smacking him, and he knew that it hurt bad.

"Little Dardarpants afraid of the big, bad storm?" He taunted as he sat down and started buttering his English muffin innocently. "Oh, by the way, back of the neck; 6 points!"

[Darius Willis]

[-pets- I'll go beat up the icky headache for you Nicolers.]

Another clash of thunder roared outside the windows. Why was it so stormy? Just yesterday it was a decent day. Clouds were in the sky of course, but there weren't a lot. The clouds had probably rolled in during the night, planning to kill Dar the next morning. Weather and him had a bad relationship. It only seemed to be nice out side if Darius was with someone else.

Darius was almost finished swallowing the bit of his muffin, when he was ever so rudely whacked on the back of his neck, causing him to almost choke on his food. Fortunately, he didn't. Turning around to smack who ever hit him, he noticed his attacker was Bray. Narrowing his eyes, he turned back around as Bradyn sat down, thinking of some way he could get back at him.

Rubbing the back of his neck, attempting to hide the pain, he grumbled. "Shut up, you stupid leprechaun." Taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, he smirked lightly. "If back of the neck is six points, does face-in-food get me nine?" Before Bray could answer, Dar grabbed the back of his head, and shoved his face into the English muffin he had just buttered. "Hope you didn't spend too much time on your hair last night." He said, before lifting his hand off the back of his roommate's head. Gunner knew he would pay for it, but at least it lifted his spirits.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn snickered and stuck his tongue out at Dar when he looked like he was about to choke on his food. Of course, if he did then Bray might feel just a little guilty, but it was amusing for now. He huffed a little and was about to retort to the leprechaun comment when Dar said something about face-in-food. 'Oh god' He thought quickly but didn't have the time to protect himself before he had a face covered in melted butter and muffin. Yum, not.

Licking his lips lightly and wiping the rest of his face with his sleeve, Bray glared over at Dar for the hair comment. It was going to be all greasy and gross now, and he just hoped that it wouldn't go all Severus Snape-like. "Ha ha. That was oh so funny." He said through a clenched jaw as he quickly thought of a retaliation. Then, kicking Dar as hard as he could in the shin with the back of his sneaker he sighed. "Leprechaun kick-in-shin technique, sounds like a solid 7 points to me."

[short]

[Darius Willis]

Dar snickered as Bray cleaned off himself, then began glaring at him. "You best go take a shower. And while you're at it, why don't you and Fay have a spa day? Painting your toes, doing each other's make-up; by the time you're all ready, you'll be able to straighten your hair again." Ah yes, the joys of taunting. Of course, there was always a backfire, but it was always fun while it lasted. Taking another sip of his pumpkin juice, Darius tried hard not to burst into laughter.

Placing his goblet back down, pain shot through his shin, causing Gunner to almost spill his drink everywhere. "Bloody hell!" He grumbled, grabbing his shin. After a few moments of holding his shin, he straightened up, attempting to think of another way to get back at Bray. He had an idea, but that would require Bray to be standing up. Shrugging, there was no other choice but to whack him in the stomach. A quick arm swing, and hard slap on the stomach later, Dar sighed. "Not a real good move, but it's painful, and gets me five points."

[-dies of crappiness and shortness-]

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn was just about to respond with something like 'Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?' when Darius finished his statement with a little imaginary spa escapade with Fay. 'No, that was so unnecessary!' He thought and gaped at Dar, spluttering and unable to form a coherent retort to that that wasn't no.

Then, snickering as Dar grabbed his shin in pain he imagined that moment would only be sweeter if he was hopping around on one leg while he howled about it. Ah, well, they were sitting and trying to get some food down while they beat on each other, and it couldn't be helped. "Maybe you ought to head down to the Hospital Wing, and ask if they'll give you a bandaid for your boo boo. And then while your there, why don't you just ask to be castrated as well?" He said, trying to get him back for the little girlie comments about his hair.

But before he could be satisfied with the result of his taunting, he felt the breath leave him as he was hit in the gut and let himself slump over with his forehead on the table and tried not to make a whimper that would belong to a kitten rather than a human being. Even while he was trying to recover his breath, he was already planning his next move on Dar in their little game of abuse.

Bray slipped his wand out of his jeans pocket while still keeping his head on the table and kept it out of Dar's sight. "Windgardium leviosa" He whispered quietly to it and brought a nice bowl full of oatmeal over Dar's head, and it nicely dumped its contents onto him.

[Darius Willis]

Darius was completely prepared to get some snappy come back right in his face, but Bray had returned with a gaping face. A large grin filled Dar's face at Bray's look. He'd won this round, that was for sure. But there were many more to fight. Many more, indeed.

He ignored Bray's snickers as he clutched his shin. The shin was one of those places that the pain won't go away for a long while, that and the other place any girl with a temper used as a weakness. When he let go of his shin, stretching his leg out a bit, he frowned. "Why would I want to do that? At least I own up to mine, considering I don't straighten my hair every night like some prissy girl." Rolling his eyes. "Dummer kleiner Kobold." He mumbled in German.

As Bray laid his head on the table, Gunner smiled in accomplishment. His whack in the stomach had knocked a little air out of his short friend. Snickering lightly, he grabbed a hold of his goblet again, and finished it off, attempting to get as much food down before Bray lifted his head again. Reaching for some toast, he was soon attacked by something above.

Goop dripped down his face, as a bowl rested on his head. Frowning, he lifted his hands to his face and wiped off what he found out was oatmeal. Jaw clenched, he tried ever so hard not to pummel Bradyn into the bench right then and there.

[the German means Stupid little leprechaun x) Thought I might throw a little of his heritage in there x:]

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn grumbled at the snide look of victory that was plain on Dar's face, and he was obviously unaffected by Bray's quick-thinking retorts. "Oh? Still going on about that? Geeze, get some new material. At least I play a real man's instrument, not piano like some pansy." His eyes narrowed a little as Dar mumbled some gibberish that he figured was German. Oh no, he was not bringing foreign languages in this! Bray was just from Ireland, and he didn't speak Irish Gaelic.. except the swears that his grandmother said at them.

Bray turned his head a little so he could see the bowl drop with a loud splash that he had to scoot over a few seats to be missed by. Cackling to himself, he scooted back next to Dar and took a finger and ran it down his cheek before sticking it into his mouth. "Mm, not a bad look on you. You should keep it." He tried not to burst out laughing at the look Dar was giving him that seemed to say 'you bastard, I can't believe you poured hot oatmeal on me!'.

[short]

[Darius Willis]

Darius frowned at Bray's comment about instruments. It wasn't his fault his parents forced him to play piano when he was three, and made sure he kept up with it. Muggles. Honestly. What was it about them wanting everything perfect? "You know my parents forced me to play that." He snapped, knowing it was only two short years until he'd graduate, and find a place in the wizarding world, never to see his parents until he married.

The oatmeal was now sliding down his face, burning him. Grabbing the nearest napkin, he wiped his face down, muttering all the swears he could think of, in any language he could speak them in. As Bray stuck his finger out and took some off his face, he shot him a dirty look. "Sie Arschloch! Sie Schwein! Diese Scheiße ist heißere dann Hölle!" He snapped, hoping no professors knew German.

When the muck was clean off his face, Dar took off the bowl on his head, and wiped as much as he could out of his hair. Making a disgusted face, glanced around the table, looking for a potential murder weapon, or perhaps something to get back at Bradyn. Grabbing a handful of fried eggs, he smashed them into Bray's face, ignoring the fact he had yolk all over his hand now. "It's only good, clean fun, Bray. I hope you won't mind the fact the eggs are still hot."

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn rolled his eyes over-dramatically at Dar. "Yeah, sure, sure. Just keep telling yourself that." He said and stuck his tongue out. It was pretty common for him to pick on the piano boy, as being a guitarist is much more respectable.. in his biased opinion anyway.

Raising a brow at the constant stream of german that he figured to be a bunch of profane language, he wished he understood what he was ranting about. Damn Dar, taking the fun of victory away with a language difference.

Looking over at his roommate as he started looking around, he laughed a bit. What was he doing? but then he saw him pick up something, and he jumped up out of his seat, but to no prevail as he still ended up with an eggy face. Ugh, gross! "What the hell?!" He said, wiping bits off and flicking his hands in hope to get it off. Why eggs, Bray hated the taste of those nasty little foods.

Glancing at the table for something to fire back with, he flicked his wand lightly at the punch bowl filled with pumpkin juice, and it squirted a strong stream straight at Dar's chest. "Hope it doesn't stain."

[summer can't complain, nicole posted.]

[Darius Willis]

Darius frowned at Bray when he made the comment about the piano again. He gave him a rather hard shove for it, too. "Seven points for shoving." He said, imitating Bray's immatureness, and stuck out his tongue.

He could tell Bray was getting annoyed of his German. Dar smiled lightly, and turned to him. "What? Don't understand German? What about.. Romanian?" He snickered, clearing his throat. "I sînt mergi la insult tu pentru art.hot. fun de it. Tu eşti un annoying leprechaun. Tu eşti foarte plin de tu însuţi. Tu sforăit înăuntru al tău somn. Şi I a pune that mort pasăre on al tău pat that unul noapte making tu think tu killed it înăuntru al tău somn." Grabbing a muffin, he took a bite into it, a large grin on his face. "The best part is, you can't understand that at all."

The look on Bradyn's face, was priceless. Gunner nearly spit out his English muffin when he laughed. Finishing it up, and burst into laughter. "What? Did I forget the pepper?" He asked, grabbing the pepper on the table and stood up. He was a whopping eight inches taller then Bray, so sprinkling pepper on his head wasn't that hard.

His laughter was soon cut off by a stream of pumpkin juice squirting at him. "The hell?!" He mumbled, looking down at his white shirt, which was now orange. Frowning, he pulled out his wand, and flicked it. Soon, his roommate's pants were at his ankles, exposing his boxers. "Sure hope that's not embarrassing." He mimicked, bursting into laughter again.

[Bradyn Reed]

[ ...OH NO YOU DIDN'T. you did not depants my Bray-Bray, dardarpants! ]

Bradyn growled a little and narrowed his eyes in annoyance as Dar thought it would be funny if he ranted in some other nonsense language that he didn't understand. Maybe if Bray wasn't lazy and finding a million things he'd rather do later, he could go to the library and look up a long angry paragraph he could say to Dar. But then again, he remembering that he just trashed his side of the room and it seemed to be all the more bearable.

Grunting and muttering incoherent swears as Bray was seasoned, he just shook his head hoping to fling out some of the breakfast off ot it. If he was lucky, he might even hit a Slytherin. Would that be bonus points.

Then, as if covering him in food wasn't enough, the room seemed suddenly colder. "Ah, you bastard! What kind of a moron are you!" He shouted, flicking his wand so that Dar's tie tied itself much tighter than would be bearable before he pulled his pants back up and began laughing hystaricaly. At least they were just a pair of plaid boxers that Fay bought him --apparently because his 'sucked'-- rather than some of his more embarrassing pairs that just amused him.

[Darius Willis]

[Buhahaha :3]

More annoyance. That had to count for something. "Fünf Punkte für das Stören Sie." He said, grinning. "And, just in case you didn't understand that, I said 'Five points for annoying you.'" The grin on his face was large, and victorious. He held it on as long as he could, hoping to get his roommate pissed.

As Bray began shaking his head to get the morning meal off his head, he began bursting into laughter again. "Now, now, Bradyn. It's not nice to fling food around. You need to keep it in your mouth." He said, grabbing some more eggs off the table, and attempting to get in into Bray's mouth, a smirk planted on his face the whole time.

The minute Bray shouted at him, Darius broke into a louder laughter, getting many heads to turn. But soon, his laughter become muffled, and he couldn't breathe. "Fk!" Was all that come out when he tried speaking. Grabbing at his throat, he frantically began yanking at his necktie. When he finally got it loose, he took it off, and threw it on the floor. "What the hell?!" He shouted, gasping for air. That was the second time Bray has almost suffocated Darius, of course, just in the act of winning their man-off.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn rolled his eyes as Dar claimed points for being bilingual. That had to be just as much cheating as kicking each other in the nuts, but he wasn't going to point that out right now, it'd be admitting defeat.

"I should fling my room all over your face." He grumbled and continued to shake it out until the nasty eggs were mostly off but soon the yellow and white nasties were in his peripheral vision and it took all his effort to not scream, slap Dar's hand away then flee from the room as he tried to stuff some down his throat. Instead he just grabbed them out of his hand and tossed them on the ground with a little glare at them. It was so their fault for being disgusting.

Still in his little fit of laughter over being depantsed in public so he just ignored the swears and threats or whatever Dar was yelling about. Then, finally able to make eye contact again with only the stray chuckle here and there he patted Dar on the shoulder. "Now, now, little guy, don't cry." He said, referring to the moisture that seemed to collect in his eyes from the panic of not being able to breath for a few seconds then having to cough to be able to catch his breath.

Then, laughing again and deciding that it was only a matter of time before the professors took notice and came down to detain them -- normally, it'd just be yelling but the mental image of May tackling him to the ground was too plausible to leave out -- and held out his hand peacefully. "Okay, I think that was a tie."

[Darius Willis]

Darius snickered as Bray snapped at him for telling him not to fling food around. "Ah, ah, ah. Threatening someone is not nice either. Come now, Bradyn, didn't your mum tell you to respect your elders?" A smirk was planted on his face, throughout his small lecture. It was true, Gunner was only a few months older then Bray, and he'd only recently celebrated his fifteenth birthday, but why not soak up being older in a situation just like this?

And then Bray had to go and throw food on the ground. Ah yes, yet another way to torment his beloved roommate. "Bradyn Marshall Reed! You eat your food like a big boy, or no nappy-time for you!" He said, wagging his finger, all the while trying not to crack up. Life was good when you were winning.

When Dar had finally stopped hacking up a lung, he hastily grabbed his necktie, and glared at Bray. Of course Darius was a little paranoid when it came to not being able to breathe. It freaked him out to a maximum level. He personally didn't want to die from suffocation; That had to be a fear of his.

Pulling his necktie around his neck again, and tying it, he continued his glare at Bray. He wasn't sure if his roommate knew his fear of suffocation, but if he did, he was sure ignoring it. Darius sure hoped he didn't know, because taunting might just come along, with a few 'no-breathing' pranks. "Is that some kind of sick joke?" He snapped at Bray's 'tie' comment, fixing his tie.