Lorelai and Wilson: Sockpuppeting! And also, an owl.

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(Warning: tl;dr-ness and excessive use of the phrase 'Chunky Monkey'.)


( Whatever makes you happy // Whatever you want // You're so f*ckin' special // I wish I was special )

( Owl to House, not at all warded, although the owl looks a bit weirded out for some reason. )

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...He didn't have defensive body language. ...Did he? Wilson glanced down to himself, folded arms and minutely hunched shoulders and all, and nearly had to hold back a laugh. Well, if that didn't scream defensive, honestly, he didn't know what did. ...Damn. Okay, whatever. Fine. Moving off the topic of flowers, and the fact that Wilson was defending them. He knitted his brow a bit instead, concernedly, trying (and trying pretty hard, actually, to rid his features of that ridiculous, scrunchy-faced, worried grandmother that he always seemed to don whenever House had done something horrid. "You woke up on the floor of a bar?"

The grin was present, twisting up the corners of his mouth before he could stop it as House scrubbed at his face. That blue gunk smudged all across his nose, his cheek, and Wilson had to suppress a wild gig manly, manly laugh giggle. He looked so ridiculous right now and just... really didn't care. It was just so the House that everyone knew and lo... Well, Wilson loved.

Heh. 'Love'. He was going to have to be careful around that word.

"I don't hate it," Wilson replied, sounding mildly defensive again as he followed after House, debating this whole 'transportation' thing. "I just... very much dislike the idea of having to go on it." Only... Wilson didn't have his car here (and even if he did, he wasn't sure it would work on the grounds. Although if House's motorbike was working...), he didn't know how to magically induce any form of magical transportation, Floo powder completely escaped him, walking was totally out of the question. ...Well, shit. They might be needing to use it, wouldn't they?

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((Since House is going to be abrupt and bugger off to nurse his hangover, and I've had nothing to do for the last few hours and typed up the date post, shall I post it? :D))

Glancing quickly across at Wilson, House rolled his eyes and shrugged minutely. It was probably a good thing that he'd left out the part where he'd woken up next to a zombie that wanted to eat his brains, who knew how Wilson would have reacted then. "If it's one thing you learn off my mistakes, Jimmy, it's that you should never accept the dare of multiple shots of Wizarding alcohol you don't know the name of," he replied flippantly, giving no clue as to why he'd been at the bar in the first place. Hell, Wilson didn't need to know that he'd been pining emo drinking his problems away.

Ugh, he really needed to shower. And take maybe a dozen aspirin or something to kill his hangover, and then sleep for a very long time. "Aw, you doubt my driving abilities?" He whined mockingly, pulling a sad face. He was getting Wilson on that motorcycle.

Once they were outside in the hallway, House tapped his cane on the floor and frowned a little. "Meet me outside at 6pm tomorrow?" It sounded like a question, but it was really more of a statement. For a moment, House dithered slightly, wondering exactly what the proper goodbye was, and then deciding he didn't care. So he simply began walking off in the opposite direction to the Slytherin common room, tossing a smirk and a "Don't get up too too much trouble while I'm not around," over his shoulder at Wilson.

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Yes, if Wilson had known zombies were involved, he probably WOULD have gone Jewish grandmother on his ass. At that point, it just would have been unavoidable. As it was, he still had that anxious look pulling together his eyebrows a bit, and he cleared his throat and forcefully rid of it before it DID move into full-fledged horror mode. "I think I've learned that one without having physical prove of its disastrous tendencies, yes," he commented weakly, glancing to House and hmm. In a bar all day? His mind kept whining, 'why?', but he didn't prod any further. He had more important issues. Like finding a damned restaurant.

"I..." Wilson started to say, and, well, there was no use bullshitting him. "Yes, yes I do. Only because I saw you in that Corvette and you're... dangerous." Goddamn, he was still going to have to ride it, wasn't he?

Ah, yes, proper goodbyes, who needed THOSE anymore? Wilson smiled a bit, even though inside he was... roughly the equivalent of running in circles, flailing his arms. Tomorrow? At six? Oh, lord. "Sure," he said with a nod, hands shoved into his pockets to hide just how fidgety they had just become, and watched House stalk off, with a shake of his head. He needed to go to his own room. Find some way of communicating, talk to people to see if restaurants existed other than the bloody Hog's Head and... well.

...He had a lot of work to do.

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