RP Thread - Nny and Squee
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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."
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Date: 2006-02-10 03:41 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2006-02-10 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-10 04:09 am (UTC)*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..."
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-10 04:53 am (UTC)((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 >>; ))
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Date: 2006-02-10 09:05 am (UTC)((I had to watch it again! It really is a neglected charmer.))
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Date: 2006-02-12 06:31 am (UTC)*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. ))
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Date: 2006-02-12 07:13 am (UTC)((Happens to the best of us, no worries. And sadly it might take some hunting; it is out on VHS but not DVD!))
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Date: 2006-02-12 11:33 pm (UTC)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.