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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 13, 2008 1:26:50 GMT
At times, it was almost painfully obvious that Prue was a Gryffindor, and it seemed that she was only a Gryffindor because she lacked common sense. Everyone lately had their own odd stories about weird things that happened to them in the castle, yet the girl still managed to shrug it off then go out for a midnight snack.
It wasn't a normal activity for her and was done mostly on a whim to go find herself a warm cup of hot cocoa during the chilly night, and it wasn't surprising that Prue wasn't positive on which way she should go. The kitchens were by the Hufflepuff common room.. and the hufflepuff common room was by the kitchens. Oh, that wasn't exactly helpful, now was it? She passed the Great Hall a good while ago and has yet to come across the wall-length portrait of a fruit basket. Maybe it was moved? No, that was ridiculous, why would they do that?
Stopping in the middle of the hall as she reached a fork in the path, she stuck her hand on her hip and sighed. 'Left? I think...' She said, pointing her wand down the hall to illuminate it and finding that she didn't really like the looks of it. She was a bit over paranoid, that and the fact was that most of the prefects walked down that one in their rounds. Instead, she turned swiftly on her heel and faced the other corridor, finding it to be familiar but not at all where she thought she was. 'Must've been in a coma when I was walking, how'd I end up near the courtyard?' Frowning slightly, she decided that she might as well turn and head back to the common room after her fruitless search when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
And Prue, like any reasonable girl, flailed her arms frantically and was just barely able to keep a hold on her wand. And after a few seconds her senses came back to her and she turned around and pointed her wand at whoever it was, just barely managing to not poke them in the eye."Gettaway, you feind, or I'll... I'll... flail you!" She shouted, only to finally notice the face illuminated by the wandlight. Lucas? Honestly? "Oh." She said before giving him the 'how dare you' glare that every woman had mastered.
[ The official definition of 'flail' is to beat with a heavy stick (:
teeny tiny post. xD ] |
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Post by Lucas McGuff on Oct 13, 2008 15:28:13 GMT
Oh yes, this was going to be funny. Lucas had been to Honeydukes earlier in the day and had stocked up on a tub full of marshmallows. It was his mission to see if any Slytherins were stupid enough to follow a trail of pink and white fluffy treats so he could scare the living day lights out of them, or hex the sweets so they gave the consumer some sort of horrid blue rash or a hump so they looked like Quazimodo the famous hunchback of Notre dame. Rubbing his hands together in attempt to be an evil genius he even twizzled his invisible moustache between his thumb and forefinger while silently chuckling away to himself and rubbing his belly, of course all as evil as could be.
He wasn’t going to waste all of the nice tasting marshmallows to the bratty snakes though, no no no! Being Lucas he had already eaten half of the tub and had glanced around the dungeons quickly before he dipped his hand deep into it and pulled out a hand full and forcefully began shoving them into his mouth so his cheeks were like a hamster storing food except Lucas wasn’t storing it now was he?
As he began to lay the trail of treats from a dungeon corridor and up the steps being as quiet as, well, the hamster that he seemed to be turning into, he almost spat out the marshmallows when he saw Prue glancing around looking rather lost. Lucas’ eyebrows raised and a slight smile formed on his marshmallow filled mouth, revealing rather unmanly pink fluffiness sprouting from it. He tiptoed up behind Prue and even though he wasn’t the quietest of people she still seemed unaware of his presence, either that or she was about to karate chop him in the neck or poke him in the eye with her illuminated wand which Lucas was sure would not be pleasant.
He placed a hand on her shoulder softly, almost ghostly and was about to whisper ‘Boo’ in her ear before she turned around and almost like he had de ja vu, she almost poked his eye out causing him to lean backwards away from the stick of torture.
“Flail me? Prue. I’m the master of cunning, you cannot flail me...I have marshmellows!” he said grinning again, showing her the contents of his mouth and the cause of his bad speech. Pulling one out to make room he held it forward to her and raised an expressive eyebrow.
“Do you want one?” |
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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 13, 2008 17:53:07 GMT
Even if she decided to yell at him for 'sneaking', if that's what you could even call it considering Prue was often oblivious of other people, it wouldn't matter since it was Lucas. Her accusation would probably be followed with some insulted comment about how blasphemous it was to accuse him of sneaking. The thought reminded of her Smeagle and she had to bite her lip lightly to keep from bursting out laughing. There was nothing more awkward than laughing out loud at a joke that only you got. Instead she just put on a devious grin at his comment. "Oh, I could so take you down if I wanted to." She said, with a serious look on her face that held no self-doubt. Prue had her good share of brothers and even her sisters weren't wimpy little gals, if they could even be considered gals at all.
"You're just lucky you aren't laying on your back right now with me sitting on you." Her slightly diabolical look was replaced with one of pure innocence as she rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world. His next gesture made one of her brows raise slightly, before she winced slightly. "Yeah, you've got marshmallows alright. Keep them to yourself." She said, resisting the urge to throw her hands up, scream, and smack the nasty thing out of his hand.
"No thanks, I've already had my share of already been chewed marshmallows for the day." She said sarcastically, bending away from it. "Wouldn't want to get fat." She said, gesturing with her wand to her stomach though she was a petite girl and it would be ridiculous for anyone to call her overweight. But the gesture did let her light fall on the nearby staircase and reveal a few pink spots on it that she assumed to be more marshmallows. Was he making a trail of them? This wasn't candyland.
"This isn't another one of your childish schemes to try and catch wild Nifflers, is it?"
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Post by Lucas McGuff on Oct 14, 2008 17:26:36 GMT
Lucas simply stood there for a moment, pink marshmallow in hand slightly sodden with saliva from his own mouth for a good minute or so simply watching Prue’s cogs in her mind turning and she finished by biting her lip. Lucas was slightly confused and he wrinkled one side of his nose and narrowed his eyes in suspicion of the fellow Gryffindor and what she might have been thinking about. He soon shrugged it off once she declined the marshmallow and he shoved it back into his mouth, eventually swallowing half the contents in his mouth.
“Your loss” he simply replied as she looked rather disgusted at him and he returned her look with a fraudulent cheesy grin. He then thought back for a moment on to what she just said and simply dropped his hand to his side and looked at her with a gobsmacked impression.
“You mean you were going to sit on my face?” he snorted.
“I hope you didn’t have asparagus for lunch then because if you did then that’s certainly out of the question! Besides, how would I breathe? That’s just cruel Prudence Russo, very cruel indeed” he continued dramatically wiping away evanescent tears as he cracked the tiniest of smiles.
“Nifflers?!” he said rather shocked although of course it was all pretend. He then put an arm around her shoulder and pointed down the dungeon to her.
“No, what I have in mind is a much bigger catch” he began with a rather extraordinary fisherman’s accent. He looked at her and beamed a smile as he turned her towards the dungeon entrance.
“I’m catching wild snakes, strange beasts they are. Rather nasty too! Usually they come in packs and like to be predators to smaller prey. You see, Hogwarts has been infested with these vermin and they must be eliminated. Are you up to the job Captain Russo?” he said seizing her shoulders before raising his hand up to his head and saluting her.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be a great captain...besides, if not I can always use you as bait” he ended as he stuck his tongue out at her. |
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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 14, 2008 23:23:26 GMT
Sit on his face? Oh that seemed much more effective and diabolical than just sitting on his chest and taunting him like she was thinking. But Prue wasn't one to let something like that slide by so easily and a smirk hit her face for a split second before her lower lip jutted out into a pout and her eyes were slightly downcast. "Cruel? Whatever do you mean? I would never, ever do anything like that," She said innocently, peaking up at him through her lashes though the moment was quickly ruined as he called her by her full name. Prudence, it was a pretty enough name but prude usually had a bad feeling to it. "Don't call me Prudence!" She hissed, her fake puppy-dog pout turning into a real one. For that she ought to sit on his face for real. Because he didn't need to breathe that much, right?
Nifflers were cute little fellows, Drea had one amoung all her strange pets for a bit. That is, until it assaulted one of their ridiculous aunts who was wearing a tacky amount of necklaces to begin with and she called the ministry out on it. Poor Niff-niffs. Her eyes followed his finger to the small trail of pink dots which she trailed back as long as the limited light would allow her to see, and even though it was ridiculous and childish she couldn't help but smile and laugh lightly. "Of course, marshmallows are only for the most intense of prey." She said seriously, humoring the boy by going along with his little ruse.
As he mentioned what he was really hunting, she all out grinned and couldn't help but go along with it. "Finally, a real man steps up to the job of getting rid of these things! They're becoming quite a problem, I even had one in my bed the other night." She said as if they were gnomes bothering her garden, though she realized the connotation of her last statement a little too late. As soon as it hit her, her jaw dropped slightly and she turned her head towards Lucas with a 'disregard that right now!' look mixed with horror. Prue really needed to start thinking before she spoke. But he moved on swiftly with his crazy idea and she hoped that he wouldn't have caught the other message from the comment, and instead she found herself wondering if Hogwarts was suddenly a theoretical boat. But she'd call it a pirate ship for her own amusement.
"At ease, soldier." Prue said in acknowledgment to his salute, going as low with her voice as a girl could manage. Then his comment about making her snake food -- which wasn't funny since she was a radical Gryffindork which made her quite appetizing as a victim of these mongrels -- her brows pushed together in what was supposed to be a threatening look but came out as confused. "There will be no talk of treason... here.. or else." She added the last bit on for emphasis, since everything just sounded ten times as lame when you added 'or else' onto it. Out of sudden curiosity as to how much time and money he'd spent on his trap, she grabbed his wrist and started dragging him towards the dungeons as if that were the only place in the school she'd like to go to.
"I hope we don't get down there and find Vaid in your sweet trap."
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Post by Lucas McGuff on Oct 23, 2008 12:31:20 GMT
If there was one thing Lucas was able to do it was the ability to be able to wind anybody up. He liked to annoy people in a way that was funny, and he thought he knew the difference between just plain annoyance and funny annoyance. In Lucas’ eyes, if you didn’t see that he was having a joke with you then you lead a pretty sad life. Unlike Prue however, she made him laugh because of how, well Lucas was unsure exactly how she was. She was just Prue, no more, no less. She was cute when she was pouting though.
Lucas paused and stood there open mouthed for a moment as he had flashing images of Prue tackling him to the ground and sitting on his head and crushing it. Carressing his head with his hand to check it was still okay, he snapped out of his dream and looking back at Prue as he was feeling his nose was all in place.
Smirking slightly, if just to annoy the girl more he flashed her a big cheesy smile and by the look on his face it showed more teasing was about to commence.
“Alright alright, I won’t call you PRUDENCE!” he giggled before popping another marshmallow into his mouth. Looking down into the tub he sighed when he realised that there was just two left.
“Say Prue, do you know how to duplicate these? The past few times I’ve tried to do it I managed to turn them into troll snot rags and unicorn droppings...not very pleasant when I tried to eat it” he said with a shrug and a head tilt reliving the situation.
“There will be a present at the end of it for you if you do?” he said mystically as he waved his fingers in front of her face. What she didn’t know however is what the prize would be. Lucas was not one to ruin surprises.
Nifflers to Lucas were not cute. They were annoying and always got under your feet. Well, under Lucas’ feet anyway, they seemed to like to try and trip him up as they wandered in between his feet and were just a general nuisance. Nifflers he kept for the girls to like, as that’s the only humans who seemed to like them. Girls were odd beings.
Stamping his foot and saluting her once again he put on a serious face before giving her a cheeky wink.
“Climb aboard Miss Russo, welcome to SS.McGuff” he said turning round and bending slightly as he hinted that he would give her a piggy back so she could be the lookout. They would make a great team of sidekicks that’s for sure, because Lucas was definitely not a superhero, he was too silly for that.
“Whoah whoah...you had one? In your BED!? Prue, I think you need to go to St Mungo’s, you may have some sort of disease” he said before gasping in sudden realisation.
“They got to you too!” he said with eyes wide and his voice high. It really wouldn’t surprise him if they were trying to recruit other house students into being their slaves.
“Prue, don’t follow the light!! It’s evil and Slytherin-y...You’re a Gryffindor damn it, pull yourself together!” he said, mocking a really dramatic voice. He couldn’t help but give a small smile at what he said. She then made him choke on his own saliva by expressing that Vaid might be down there scoffing on the sweets before getting locked in the cage. Lucas had to stifle a laugh before slapping her leg gently for making him choke.
“He better not be, or that man will have some serious explaining to do....not to mention let me off homework for a month before I let him out” |
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Post by Prudence Russo on Oct 25, 2008 2:07:13 GMT
It should have been known that telling Lucas of all people not to say something would just cause it to be repeated in a more mocking tone of voice. "I warned you not to.." She said, shaking her head in mock-disappointment as if she pitied him for what she would be forced to do now. After all, she couldn't just let him off scott free after calling her by the old lady-like name of Prudence, now could she? But as she couldn't quite think of a fit punishment yet anyway, she decided to let him live a little longer. Though his next statement made her raise a brow and question the little intelligence Luc had, as it was obvious that he's punished himself enough if he's willingly eaten unicorn droppings. For one, how would he know what those even remotely taste like and secondly, were they really pink like the marshmallows? As rather disturbing mental images flighted across her mind, she shook her head lightly in the attempt to permanently dispel them from her memory. They certainly weren't something she wanted to look too deeply into.
"...Snot rags and droppings..? Actually, I'm not sure that I even want to know." She said, realizing that he had probably been joking from the beginning. But Prue knew that her wand work was a little shifty, in that most of the time it was terrible and she would be better off yelling random nonsense and flailing her wand around than actually trying to do a spell... well, maybe it wasn't that bad, but in her mind she thought it could deal with a good bit of improving. "A prize, ay?" He was obviously just toying with her as Prue was still childish enough that incentive was all she needed for her to attempt something so risque. Pulling her wand out of her pocket after a little pep talk to herself about not being an utter failure at Charms since she was getting an Acceptable in it. Tapping the marshmallow lightly and attempting not to burst into giggles at the squish, she murmured "Geminio!" and watched the marshmallows turn from two to six. Yes! Victory is mine!
Or so she thought, but was quite disappointed to see the fakes deflate in front of her eyes like balloons out of air. "Oh.. sad." But then, they popped up again and she just raised her brows at them, not sure if they were edible since food usually didn't swell and contract on it's own. Either way, she wasn't the one planning on eating them and as they remained puffed up, she declared it to be a clear victory.
Stepping into the shoes of Captain, still rather confused by the generic term, she would easily take up the offer if it meant she got a piggyback ride. It was certainly one of her main weaknesses, along with sweets, and she couldn't quite turn one down. That was one of the main reasons that if she was around her family, she spent more time on her brother's backs than actually walking on her own two feet. Climbing on his back with practiced ease, she lightly wrapped her arms around his neck light enough as to not strangle him, though if he kept annoying her that might change. Sure he was joking but Prudence was not something that could be joked around with. Almost as soon as she was comfortably hiked up, it seemed that there was a click in Lucas's brain and finally he was going to flip out over the accidental perverted comment. Oh great.
"Oh shush, Lucas!" She squeaked, her jaw-dropping a bit as he mentioned that Slytherin's were contagious. It wasn't even true, if he kept spouting nonsense like this, she knew there would be odd rumors floating around. "I am pulled together, you're the one that's nearly hyperventilating!" She said, louder than necessary and forgetting that flailing her arms for emphasis was a no-no in this situation. "Woah!" She said as she started to fall back a little and quickly threw her arms around his neck and nestled her head against his. In her panic, she obviously forgot that this wasn't just another one of her brothers. Prue's eyes widened before her cheeks reddened and she turned her head away to let her hair hide it.
"Crisis averted!" She announced, trying to get past the embarrassing moment quickly, hoping he was too drowsy to notice. Wait... let him out? Out of where? "Lucas... just how were you planning on catching the vermin, again?" She said, giggling at the idea of there being a random pitfall in the corridors filled with Slytherins and Professor Vaid. And, almost as if her little vision had come true, she heard a loud thump from the hallway.
"Uhh..? I don't think that's a bunch of nifflers on steroids."
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Post by Lucas McGuff on Nov 16, 2008 20:51:29 GMT
Lucas simply watched in anticipation as Prue tried to duplicate the remainder of the marshmellows. Although he had eaten a whole tub already, Lucas's eyes widened as he saw them seperate and grow on their own into more and more marshmellows. His mouth still already full with marshmellows, he swallowed them before pulling out another one of the new marshmellows and chomping on it. Scrunching up his face, he spat the marshmellow out and wiped his mouth.
"Urgh, Prue! That tasted worse than my unicorn dropping ones! What the hell did you do to it?" he frowned spitting out the last pieces that remained in his mouth. He then wiped his mouth on the back of Prue's hand before stiffling his laughter as neared the stairs, Prue not so securely on his back.
"Woah there tiger, you're gonna choke me. Is that what those dirty slytherin's have been teaching you aye?" he strained, really struggling to keep his laughter from errupting and getting them both in Detention or something. There would be nothing worse than Detention with the wicked witch of Hogwarts, Bree O'Donnell. Just thinking her name made Lucas shudder knowing how much he would fall under the predator as her prey.
Lucas, in all truthfullness, hadn't thought this whole plan through. Of course he had thought of the basics, using marshmellows as bait for unsuspecting and stupid slytherins. Hearing a bang, Lucas tilted his head to look up at Prue's, just inches away. His eyebrows raised and he gave a triumphant grin.
"Blimey, I've not even set the trap yet and already they're falling for it!What idiots" he smirked before heaving Prue further up his back as the descended the dungeons stairs.
"Prue, just promise me one thing?" he asked as he cast "lumos" with his wand, delicately lighting the corridors.
"Don't pee on my back" |
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