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Post by lukejasperdenmark on Jan 19, 2013 18:51:05 GMT -5
They'd been back at school for a week and Luke was finding most of his classes, though much more difficult than he'd expected, weren't anything he couldn't handle. He'd learned a new spell and was more than excited to try it out on his own. That was his homework, to try out the spell on his own and report on how he'd used it and what the results were.
He'd spent the better part of an hour constructing straw dummies from extra feed the gamekeeper Hagrid had lying around. He'd promised not to ruin it, and once it was tied up into basic humanoid shapes, Luke propped up the four of them against a tree and drew his wand. Firing a charm at them, it brought the dummies to life. They stood up on their stiff legs and then, at another charm, one of the many command charms Professor Flitwick had taught them to go along with the spell, the straw dummies attacked.
They charged at him, lumbering forward on stiff, thick legs and swinging their arms wildly. Luke threw up a shield spell and began attacking them back. He was a whirl of movement, his fists and legs a blur as he punched and kicked at them. He expertly avoided them, his blue eyes darting all around, looking at each one in turn as they kept up the relentless attack.
Luke ducked down, his massive seven foot tall frame moving surprisingly swift for someone so tall and he spun outward, one leg extended, he tripped one of the dummies. Springing back up, he redoubled his attack. The shield charm kept him safe from attack, as long as he kept the dummies from getting behind him.
The scar on his face, which went from under his left eye, to nearly his chin had sweat running down it in a long channel and his blond hair was plastered to his head with it. He kept on fighting though, every now and again he'd fire a stunning charm at one of the straw men and then, they'd get back up and attack again. Finally, Luke was able to take one out. He did a massive front flip, hit the tree trunk feet first, and thrust out hard with both legs, sending himself flying at one of them, he punched its head. The straw head flew off and the dummy crumpled to the ground as he hit the grass and rolled, popping back to his feet.
Panting hard, Luke smiled slightly and went for the next one. This time he put the shield charm at his back and began driving home blow after blow to the dummy, sending it reeling backward and then, with a great 'Ha!' of a grunt he dealt his straw enemy a roundhouse kick to the side, snapping it half.
The other two, being enchanted and having no way of losing energy, went to attack and Luke, worn out by this time grabbed one by the arm and swung it around, smashing it into the other and breaking them both.
Luke panted hard, looking around, crouched into a fighting stance. He'd forgotten just for a moment, in the heat of the moment his surroundings and thus, failed to notice anyone coming up near him.
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Post by patsy on Jan 26, 2013 0:02:43 GMT -5
Patricia leaped down the stairwell, skipping various steps in sheer excitement. If it was not for the surge of adrenaline flowing through her blood she would have fallen two flights ago. A broad smile split her lips upwards, painting her features in a soft blush. After having two of her precious donuts stolen from her stock she was more than determined to gain then back. It was a strange addiction of hers; there was something about the flavor and texture that enticed her senses and drove her under. As a child her mother had strictly limited her intake; but as soon as Patsy was able to attend the Hogsmeade trips in her third year she began consuming as many as possible. She had even struck a deal with the house elves who made them more often at dinner so she could sneak some back to her dorm. She liked the house elves. They were so nice and willing to help in any way they could.
She skipped through the brightly lit corridor, glancing out the window pane. It was a lovely day out; perhaps later on she would move her studies outdoors and enjoy the fresh air. The dungeons were always cold and at times a sticky damp; it made for a refreshing treat when she could do her homework elsewhere. It also improved her concentration. Stepping out Patricia padded along the grassy courtyard, shielding her eyes from the sunlight. In the distance she spotted a smudged figure crouched in defense. She paused momentarily thrown off. She was supposed to be meeting 'The Big One', or rather Luke, so that she could be paid in donuts. The lion had been the culprit behind her missing treats. She adapted a stern expression though could not could keep the outline of a grin from tugging at he lips.
She trudged forward, automatically assuming him to be Luke. He seemed like a weirdo, she thought, but then again he had stolen her donuts so she was not entirely surprised. "Thief!" she yelled, nearing him. Her sea-foam eyes roomed the surrounding landscape, noting random bulks and half figures of straw. Her brow knit together. What the heck had he been doing? Playing farm? She slowed her pace feeling baffled and craned her neck. Patsy chewed softly on her bottom lip watching him carefully, curious as to what he had been doing. When she came within five feet of the Gryffindor Patsy halted; leaning on the tips of her toes. Her nose scrunched. Vaguely off put she watched the beads of sweat cresting his brow. "I hope you didn't get sweat on my donuts," pouted Patricia. She leaned left then right, trying in vain to peer around him in search for her donuts. |
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on Jan 26, 2013 0:59:32 GMT -5
'THIEF!' It rang out so suddenly, Luke yelped and whipped around, ready for a fight but then....."Thief?" He muttered in surprise and stared at the girl. She looked livid but as she got closer, it turned into an expression of confusion. He followed her gaze and understood right away, she must've been watching him or at least, she'd come up after he was done and was just confused by all the straw everywhere. "Doughnuts?" Luke asked, "Why would I bring-Oh!" It hit him. At first, he'd been confused as to why he'd put himself through a tough work out and then ruin it by eating doughnuts. This was the girl who accused him stealing doughnuts from her 'stash'. It had all been a misunderstanding. Apparently, she'd been stocking up on doughnuts and he'd helped himself to two of hers, unwittingly. Then, before he could help himself to others on another plate, breakfast was over and it all vanished, save for the doughnuts in the tin. She'd sent him an owl, demanding for them back and was shocked when she'd attempted to extort thirteen of them and not two. "They're in a sealed box." He said, "Calm down." she was already annoying him. Being accused of theft first thing in the morning was never a good thing. He went to his bag and reached inside, taking out a small, thin box. "Here." He said, heading toward her with the doughnuts. He hadn't bought them, he'd asked the house elves as nicely as he could to bring him some. Had this .....Patricia been nice to him, he would have bought her the doughnuts. As he walked, he flipped open the box just to show it wasn't jinxed or anything. Inside, were thirteen doughnuts, each one iced and covered in sprinkles. Each one, perfect. "See?" He called, "I brought your doughnuts! Now will you let me get back to training?" And he headed closer, but at that second, a squirrel shot from a tree and landed on his head, before leaping off again. An instant later, a cat sprang onto his head and launched himself off, knocking the box of doughnuts out of Luke's hands. The cat hit the grass with a thump and Luke fell next to the box, the lid having sprung open. Luke lifted his head and looked at the cat, "TINY! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Leave that poor squirrel alone or-" But Tiny, (but he certainly wasn't tiny at all) seemed to have a much better idea. He raced forward, launched himself into the air and snatched a doughnuts with pink frosting, then took off with the treat in his mouth. Frowning, Luke sighed and sat up "........I'm sorry about him." Luke muttered, getting to his feet "The others made it through okay! See?" He said, walking over to her and bending down with his box so the shorted girl could see inside without having to stand on her toes. "We're square now....right? I can get back to training without being called a thief or anything else like that?" he asked slowly, unsure if this girl would get mad for something he couldn't have controlled. |
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Post by patsy on Feb 3, 2013 2:08:17 GMT -5
Tappingher foot, mustering the little patience she could, Patsy took in his features. The boy seemed just as confused as she. She pouted lightly in disappointment wondering if he had forgotten their deal. She sniffed adapting an expression of puppy-eyes. Her chin dipped down. He had stolen her most prized possessions, two donuts from her tin that she had thought was kept safe and hidden. Apparently she had thought wrong as the sugary confections had burrowed their way into his hungry mouth. She had immediately taken notice upon further inspection during her next meal (her favorite way to conclude a dinner was through consuming a donut or two). She had had to settle for a bowl of ice cream; but the treat was drenched in fudge syrup which she was not particularly fond of. Patsy felt her brow furrow in thought. She loved ice cream but preferred less gaudy toppings. Chocolate chips were most preferred or rainbow sprinkles. Her father had a strange love of chocolate syrup and enjoyed it on his pancakes.
"Here. See? I brought your doughnuts! Now will you let me get back to training?"
Patricia's ears perked. She scrambled over closing the gap between the two and leaned forward on the tips of her toes. She peered wide-eyed into the box. The doughty rings were iced to perfection and sprinkled with variously colored sprinkles; her mouth filled with saliva at the delight. There were thirteen exactly, even though through their owls he had protested. She smirked. Her hands raised slowly, fingers twitched with anticipation. Like a snake her limbs struck, grasping a donut and she shoved it quick within her mouth. Patsy chewed, or rather attempted the motion. Crumbs lined the outskirts of her lips and she grinned wickedly, her mouth parting. She didn't care if he could see her chewed food or not; it was a means of thanks and a sign of gratitude. Renewed by his forced favor Patricia chirped, "Oh wow thanks! These are - so good." She swallowed, taking another bite. "You want one?" The fried dough melted on her tongue. They were some of the best donuts she had ever tasted.
"TINY! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Leave that poor squirrel alone or-"
From out the depths of space a cat lurched through the air, whizzing past their heads and landed onto the box of donuts. Patricia let out a blood-curdling scream fearing for causalities. The box fell onto the grass with a thickening thud. Shocked from the feline Patsy had barely noticed the squirrel that had used Luke's head as a trampoline. Her gaze honed in on the donuts and the sheer shock out of the completely random phenomena. The cat snatched one of her iced perfections and made a hasty run for it. Patsy had half a mind to follow and felt her muscles grow tense, preparing for battle. But a fear of pathogens held her back, freezing her feet in place. Who knew what the cat had just eaten? A dead mouse could have been it's last meal. A pitiful pout creased her lips and her shoulders slumped. A silent whimpered formed within the base of her throat.
"........I'm sorry about him. The others made it through okay! See? We're square now....right? I can get back to training without being called a thief or anything else like that?"
He picked up the fallen donuts and held them up so Patsy wouldn't have to strain to see them. She nodded, taking the offered box and clutching it tightly. Her nails sunk into the cardboard leaving softened welts. Her expression was dejected; one donut short meant one meal without her favorite. They were so good to. "Yeah...thanks," she whispered, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear. "I won't bother you again." She lowered her dark lids uttering a sigh. |
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on Feb 3, 2013 17:56:15 GMT -5
That doughnut hadn't stood a chance! If it were a mouse, it wouldn't even had time to squeak in surprise before it was dead. This girl had some surprises up her sleeve and as she spoke, spraying crumbs, Luke took a step back out of range. "Uh ....you're welcome." He said, unable to erase the surprise from his scarred face.
"Oh uh, s-" But then, the cat attacked and stole one. To his surprise, Patricia looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment! All over a doughnut. "L-look at this way." He stated, "If I took a doughnut, you'd still be missing one. Just pretend I took it and ate it myself! Besides, you know where the kitchens are right? Ask the house elves for some doughnuts and they'll give you more than you could possibly eat in a single sitting!" he said brightly, trying to cheer her up.
He could imagine how it would go down if this girl started to cry in front of him. Her fellow Slytherins would come along and they'd get angry at him, probably jump to the conclusion that he'd hurt her and they wouldn't listen to reason. He'd be a sitting duck. He had to do something to make her smile and if telling her where to get an endless supply of doughnuts wasn't going to do it.....
"Okay Uh ....Patricia wasn't it? You're uh .....uh..." his mind was blank. He didn't know what he could do to make her happy! Upsetting someone was one thing, but she was a Slytherin! Granted, she didn't seem to be unpleasant and cruel like most of them but that didn't mean anything. Who knew what she was like when she was upset. Or if she had a bunch of scary friends who would back her up if anyone made her cry.
"Look, I can take a break from training. I've got to get this hay back to Hagrid but I can always j-" and just then, the man headed over with a wheelbarrow and with a spell, Luke helped load it all up in it. "Thanks Hagrid!" He shouted, and then looked back at Patricia "Tell you what, I can take a break and we'll go to the kitchens together and get you enough doughnuts to last you an entire month! I know a charm that'll keep them fresh and good for....for a long time! I'll even help carry them. Please don't be upset. I'm really sorry about my cat. Tiny's so big he thinks he can do anything he wants. But .....at least ...you helped make him happy. I'm sure he's enjoying that doughnut now!"
He looked around, as if he could prove that the cat was happy with the treat he'd swiped, but Tiny was nowhere to be found. Frowning, Luke ran a hand over his face and sighed deeply "Maybe he gave the doughnut to his girlfriend or something. You might've just helped Tiny impress his lady friend." he grumbled, shaking his head. "A-...anyway, what do you say? Can I help you get all the fried dough you can possibly want?" he offered, smiling down at her.
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