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Even with his current worries, flying made Nny smile. Nothing pressed at him, when he was flying. No intrusive throngs of human flotsam, no stupid, squalid bleating that usually passed for conversation, no disappointments, no...

But it could be nice, flying with someone else. If it was someone whose company wasn't inherently abhorrent. And there actually were a few people here who fit that stringent description.


Oddly enough, most of them were in Gryffindor.


Well, it was a destination. Even if the approach did make him wince a little. What had happened to that heart, anyway? He must have dropped it at some point. Probably in the lake. He wondered idly if Cthulhu would take points if he noticed it.


Someone to fly with. Catching sight of a small figure seated at a desk in one of the Gryffindor dorms, his smile widened. There was someone he hadn't gone flying with. Come to think of it, Nny couldn't remember having seen him on a broom at all. Perfect! He flew up to the window, jiggled it a little, then pushed it open and leaned casually on the windowsill.

"Come on, Squee! I'm going to take you flying." He grinned. "Call it a reward for your Charms grade."

Date: 2006-02-10 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeegeetodd.livejournal.com
he blinked, unsure how to accept the sort-of compliment. "M-maybe if you tried..." he hesitated. What did people usually do to calm themselves down? "counting to ten or... or yoga or something you wouldn't get so...?"

He wasn't exactly clear on what yoga was, but he'd seen an infomercial for an instructional video once on TV, and the ads had always had lots of calming ocean sounds and seagulls in the background. At this point, he wasn't even going to suggest therapy.

*Yoga? That's just... good grief.*

Date: 2006-02-10 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeegeetodd.livejournal.com
...Shmee? Todd mentally asked, leaning away with a slightly panicked look on his face. He'd thought that his last suggestion might've been a bit out of left field, but he had no idea what was so hilarious about it. W-what's yoga again?

*You mean you don't--?! Oh, for... Meditation. Inner peace. Middle-aged housewives trying to become one with the universe at the local YMCA. Little old men going 'ohmmmm' on high mountains in Tibet. That kind of stuff.*

...Really?

*Yep.*

... I told the Crazy Neighbor Man to go meditate on a mountain in Tibet somewhere?

*Yyyyyyyyyep.*


Todd felt his face go bright red. "...I didn't mean--! Er..." his attempt at a sentence stumbled to a halt, and he finished it off with a slightly lame "Um..."

Date: 2006-02-10 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeegeetodd.livejournal.com
"...Was it one of those ones that they only show on cable TV at midnight?" Todd remembered staying up late to watch one of those movies when his parents had gone out for the night. There had been lots of blood and guts and organs flying all over the place, and all in all, it had been pretty obvious why they only showed it late at night.

((Gonna have to check out that movie now, it sounds good and you've got me curious about the ending! On that note, I'm off to bed for now - school early tomorrow >>; ))

Date: 2006-02-12 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeegeetodd.livejournal.com
Todd tried to imagine the sort of movie that could come out of a conversation about yoga and serial killers, and failed miserably. He kept picturing little old monks meditating on mountains, and then suddenly flipping out and going into fits of homicidal rage. If that was what the movie had been like, it was no small wonder that it hadn't been very popular.

*Squee?* Shmee interrupted with a mental poke. *Remember that time I told you about me being a trauma-sponge, and how I soak up all the bad stuff that happens to you? Right now, I'm saturated. Seriously, I've taken in more mental traumas in one flying session than I usually do in a week, and I'm full up. If you don't get out of here soon, as in 'before the lunatic beside you says something else that's liable to give you nightmares for a week' soon, I can't guarantee that I'm gonna be able to stop the bad stuff from messing up your head come bedtime. More than it usually does, I mean.*

Todd paled considerably and uttered a tiny "eep!" He really didn't like the idea of having his head messed up.



((Arg, ten years later >>; Sorry, real life started kicking my ass again. ))

Date: 2006-02-12 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeegeetodd.livejournal.com
*Oh, goody.*
EEK!!


Johnny's last two words sent a shiver down Todd's spine, and he felt his hair stand on end for what had to be... what, the fourth time so far? At this rate, he was going to die of a trauma-induced heart attack before he even hit puberty.

he squeaked, more to keep up with his side of the conversation than anything else. He could only hope that they were assigned enough homework in their respective classes to keep the flying sessions few and far between.

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