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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Todd had been making good use of a pack of crayons that he'd found earlier when he heard the rattling sound at the window. Glancing up from his drawing (in this case, it was a picture of a little boy being disemboweled by some aliens), he saw... oh GOD... the Crazy Neighbor Man. Outside. On a broomstick. Grinning at him.

The crayon snapped, and Todd's eyes went huge.

"SQUEE!!"

*Come on, what made you think he wouldn't come up here eventually?* Shmee pointed out from his spot on the edge of the table, *It's not like he had any qualms about window-visits back home.*

Todd took a deep breath and cautiously walked over to the window, clutching Shmee in a deathgrip and trying to nonchalantly make sure that Johnny wasn't carrying any organs with him this time around.

"...Flying?" he finally squeaked, once he'd found his voice properly. "But... um... I don't have a broomstick..."

Todd had always liked the idea of being able to fly. In fact, a lot of his dreams had started out as happy flying dreams. The problem was that these dreams always turned into nightmares where he started flying out of control, going so quickly that his skin started to peel off of his face from the speed, and then he'd hit mach 1 and EXPLODE, and then - well, that was usually when he woke up and went downstairs to get a glass of milk.

*This is a bad idea, Squee. This is a really bad idea!*

(OOC: Was the title for this a Wicked reference? If so... Yeee!!)

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"Oh, that won't be a problem. We'll ride double on mine." His grin widened. "That way I can make extra sure you don't fall off. That wouldn't be fun for very long."



(*g* Yep! I figured someone was bound to use it eventually)

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Todd blanched as he tried not to think about how much fun falling off a broomstick would be.

"Umm..." he gulped and tightened his grip on Shmee again. "... One sec." Todd walked back to his desk and put down Shmee, then gently pulled apart some of the loose stitches in Shmee's head and took out a wad of fluff.

*Squee? You're not seriously doing this, are you? I'm not kidding, this is a really bad idea. On a one-to-ten scale, this is like an eleven. No, a thirteen!*

"It's ok, Shmee," Todd whispered back. "I'm gonna take some of your stuffing with me in my pocket so we can still talk while I'm hanging on for dear life." He paused, then added (without much conviction) "And he said he'd make sure I didn't fall off."

Besides, politely refusing probably wouldn't do him any good. And flying did look kind of neat. From what he'd seen, the Crazy Neighbor Man seemed to be pretty good at it.

"Umm..." Todd turned back to the window and put the stuffing in his pocket, unsure of whether he should climb up onto the windowsill or not, especially with Johnny still leaning on it.

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"It's not difficult." One hand resting on the windowsill like an anchor, he held out the other. "All you have to do is hold on."

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Todd hesitated, then dragged a chair over to the windowsill and used it to step up and grip Johnny's wrist. He pulled himself up onto the windowsill and carefully sat down on the broom, gripping the handle so tightly that his knuckles went white.

"...Eep." He glanced up at Johnny and raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'now what?'

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"I just knew you'd take to it." Leaning forward, he stretched his arms out, reaching around Squee to grip the broom in front of him (not incidentally blocking him in at the same time, not that there would be anywhere to go in a moment). Pulling the broom up, he sped them skyward, laughing.

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Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!!
Todd clung to the broomstick like his life depended on it (which, if Shmee was right, was more or less the case). He would've screamed if he'd been able to get enough of his wits together, but at the moment, all he could manage was a drawn-out, feeble "Squee!"

*See? Any minute now he's gonna do a barrel roll or something and dump you in the lake. Then you'll be Cthulu-jerky.*

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"Isn't it nice?" Soothed, as always, by flight, his smile was almost normal. "Everything so far away. So quiet. Why, we could scream and they'd never hear us."

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OH MY GOD!!

Todd's eyes widened to the point where they looked as though they would pop out of his head at any moment. Shmee!! You were right, we're gonna die, we're gonna be Cthulu-jerky, what do I do?!

*Don't ask me,* Shmee replied, sounding uncharacteristically huffy. *You're the genius who got on the broom with this lunatic. I'm just along for the ride.*

By this point, Todd was gripping the broom so tightly that his hands had gone totally numb. He warily glanced up at Johnny, and felt his hair stand on end when he saw the weirdly normal expression on his face. It only made the situation that much more surreal and terrifying.

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"So far away from everything," Nny murmured, more to himself than to Squee. "You could almost forget it was ever there. Forget it all and never go back. Just keep going higher..."

He jerked the broomhandle up, launching them into one of his beloved, dizzying, near-vertical upswings.

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This time, no power on earth would've been able to stop Todd from shrieking. It was either that, or be sick.

"AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

*So, next time the poster boy for mental disturbance comes knocking at your window, you're gonna listen to me, right?*

(OOC: Laughing so hard right now xD)

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The sound broke Nny out of his reverie. He blinked at Squee, for a moment trying to remember why he was there. Then he smiled. "Exhilarating, right? I think we should try a dive next."

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Todd stared up at Johnny in mute horror, the expression on his face clearly saying something along the lines of 'Oh dear god, I'm stuck who knows how many feet up in the air on a broomstick with a homicidal maniac who flies like an escapee from the Disney theme park ride from hell'.

Eventually, he managed to croak out something that sounded a bit like 'Cthulu-jerky...!'

(OOC: New icon for the occasion! If it works, anyway.)

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"I'm trying to work on my dives, really," Nny said conversationally. "I think Teatime's got the edge on me there. It gives me a reason to practise." With a manic giggle, he aimed the broom at the lake far below, sending them into a steep, rapid descent.


(icon lurve!)

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*See? Right towards the lake. What'd I tell ya? Say goodnight, jerky-boy. Or would it be sushi-boy, since Cthulu's an octopus-type guy? Then it'd be like cannibalism. Jerky-boy it is.*

"...I..." Todd gulped. If he managed to live through this, he wasn't going to be able to sleep for weeks. "...I...OHMYGODIDON'TWANNABECTHULUJERKYYYYYYYY~!!"

The few bits of Todd's mind that weren't zinging with adreneline pointed out that it just figured that Johnny would be friends with Teatime, who was pretty crazy in his own right, and (if he'd understood him correctly at the sorting) spent his free time trying to figure out how to off the easter bunny. Unfortunately, the rest of Todd's mind was too terrified to appreciate the irony.

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Staring fixedly at the lake as they plummeted, Nny didn't veer upward until the very tip of the broom touched the surface, and water splashed off his feet and the bristles as he brought them around in a lazy arc.

"Heh-heh, that was a bit sloppy, wasn't it? Just as well it wasn't over the Quidditch pitch, because..." He brought his hands together in a resounding clap, snickering. "SPLAT!"

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Todd squeaked and jumped about a foot in the at the SPLAT (or he would've, anyway, if he hadn't been holding the broom in a death grip. As it was, it was more sort of a startled jerk. If he hadn't been holding on properly, the shock probably would've made him fall into the lake.) Gasping for breath and wildly trying to pull himself back together, he made a mental note to never, never, never, NEVER play quidditch.

((Mental trauma ahoy!))

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"I knew you'd see how exciting this is. What do you think... should we work on loops, or just see how fast this thing can go?"


((Isn't trauma pretty much what holds the poor kid's mind together? ;) ))

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Once again, Nny's question was met with Todd's patented mute-stare-o'-horror. He hadn't noticed yet, but his right eye had begun to twitch slightly.

*Squee! I've got it! Act like you're going to be sick! That way he'll either dump you in the lake right now and put you out of your misery, or touch down on ground for a while!*

Act sick? I hardly even have to act at this point!

"Umm..." he started, once he found his voice again.

((More or less, yeah xD))
((On that note, I think I have to take a break for tonight - I seriously need to get some more homework done ^^;; ))

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((Ack, forgot to mention I'll probably be back on tomorrow ^^;))

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((No worries! See ya then!


...and I actually CafePress'ed that button (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v610/atalantapendragonne/wwjd.jpg). Wonder if I'll get it in time for my next visit with the therapist...))

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"It would be a shame not to enjoy the view, I suppose." He swung his legs up and slowly stood, carefully balanced on the broom's handle. "It is rather nice from up here."

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Todd breathed a shaky sigh of relief and relaxed his deathgrip a little bit, too relieved at having finally stopped moving to worry about Johnny overbalancing and falling off the broom, sending them both to a horrible splashy death.

Staring wide-eyed at the water below, he had to admit that the view was pretty neat. He probably would have appreciated it more if he'd been able to fully get over the mind-numbing terror.

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((Aaaack, forgot to add this bit ><; Sorry!))
*Sooooo? What about the whole faking-sick-and-going-back-to-land plan, huh?* Shmee mentally interrupted.

Um... I'll save that for later. In case he starts doing loop-de-loops or something. Todd answered. Besides, the more he thought about faking sick, the more he actually felt sick, and if he thought too much about faking sick, then he might actually be sick, and--

Great. He wasn't even making sense anymore.

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It's so pretty when you're looking down on it...


No. Dammit, no.

"No..." he muttered under his breath, and shook his head in an effort to clear it. This was perhaps not an ideal time for moping and distraction.


"But it's no fun just tagging along, is it?" Nny leaned forward slightly. "Now it's your turn to steer."


((No prob!))