Chapter 3!
Disclaimers still apply. Suing incites smiting. So don't.
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At exactly a quarter to eight, Fallon left the Common Room for the kitchens, giving Warrington a "follow-me-in-ten-minutes" look as she stepped out. He barely noticed, absorbed as he was in playing a chess game against fellow Chaser Alexander Montague.
Twenty minutes later, Fallon found herself still alone in the kitchen save for the house-elves, and rapidly losing her very limited patience.
"Winnie, bring me some chocolate-covered espresso beans."
"Yes, Miss Fallon, miss. Winnie is bring you immediately!" the little creature ran off, and returned a moment later with a bowlful of crunchy caffeinated goodness. "Is Miss Fallon be needing anything else that Winnie can gets for her?"
"A rolling pin," Fallon said calmly and evenly, her eyes riveted towards the entrance of the kitchen.
Winnie, confused but obedient, left, and returned a few seconds later with a large wooden rolling pin. "Here you goes, Miss Fallon."
"Thank you, that will be all," Fallon said with a slightly feral grin on her face, eyes still fixed on the door, as she took the rolling pin out of Winnie's spindly hands and placed it on her lap. She popped another espresso bean into her mouth, and waited.
Two minutes later, the door opened, and Cassius Warrington walked in.
Quick Chaser-honed reflexes notwithstanding, he only barely jumped out of the way as a rolling pin came hurtling through the air towards his head. It hit the door about an inch away from his left ear, and then smashed on the floor with a loud crash that made Winnie the house-elf squeal and duck under the table.
Warrington raised an eyebrow and looked appraisingly at Fallon, who was sitting at the table, one dainty hand in the process of putting a chocolate-covered espresso bean from a bowl, into her mouth. The other hand, that had thrown the rolling pin at him, was clenched into a fist.
"Good evening to you too, Anderson."
"You're now eight minutes late, you arse," Fallon glared at him, "I do NOT like to be kept waiting."
"My sincerest apologies, your highness," Warrington said mockingly, "Blimey, you're worse than Flint for Quidditch practices."
"Well, Flint's punctuality is certainly appreciated! Akasha's going to become Mrs. Flint after she leaves, he must have been doing SOMETHING right!"
"Perhaps that 'something' had more to do with his creative uses for her couch than his punctuality?" Warrington asked. Fallon scowled.
"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend... OBVIOUSLY you don't know anything about what a girl wants."
"That hurts... that hit me right here," Warrington put a hand over his heart and put on a tragic face. Fallon rolled her eyes.
"Stop being silly, and let's get down to business," she nodded him to a seat at the table next to her, and he sat down. "So, have you found out anything about the lover's spat between Ravyn and Malfoy?" She slapped his hand away as he reached for the espresso beans, "And get your own food, that's mine!"
Warrington rolled his eyes, "Stingy wench... say, someone get me some butterbeer and strawberries." Seconds later, another house elf, named Perky, placed a mug of warm butterbeer on the table in front of him, and a bowl of fresh strawberries. Warrington took a sip of his drink, and grinned at Fallon, "My food's more nutritious than yours, pet. You shouldn't take so much caffeine."
"I'm not a bloody puffskein, don't call me 'pet'!" Fallon retorted, "And what do you know? There are evil schemes to dream up, idiotic blokes to reject and first-years to scare; I've lots of work to do, the caffeine's necessary."
"If you say so," Warrington gave a snort, "And to answer your earlier question... Malfoy didn't say much. Just said something about 'tetchy twits'. What did you do to him?"
"What do you MEAN what did I do him?! Ravyn mentioned something about Parkinson and snogging. I can only conclude that Malfoy snogged Parkinson. Although for the life of me, I can't see WHY... Say, you're a bloke, maybe you can explain it to me?"
"Explain what? Snogging Parkinson? No idea... not something I would do, sorry to disappoint you," Warrington shrugged and wrinkled his nose slightly, "She's rather... well, maybe HE finds her attractive. I prefer brunettes myself. And she's rather... stupid."
"My point exactly," Fallon continued, daintily eating more espresso beans, "Why the devil would he want to snog HER if he has Ravyn?"
"Maybe she put him under the Imperius Curse?"
"Not bloody likely," Fallon sneered, "I doubt that someone who can't even make a potion to get rid her acne would be able to cast the Imperius."
"All right... so, WHY was Malfoy snogging her then? It doesn't exactly make sense," Warrington drained his butterbeer, and nibbled on a strawberry.
"Damned if I know," Fallon muttered, "Ask him."
"Like he'd tell me," Warrington scoffed, "I don't think that snogging Pansy Parkinson counts as a boast-worthy accomplishment.
"Well, who knows? He might have the distinction of the first person this year caught red-handed in an act of bestiality."
Warrington grimaced, "Your imagination knows no bounds, my dear."
"First of all, I'm not yours or anyone else's 'dear'... and second of all, it doesn't take much imagination to visualize Parkinslut as some particularly heinous mutt produced from the union of a bulldog and a poodle."
"Spare me," Warrington groaned, "Especially since I've seen her parents once. But... there's something wrong with this picture. Malfoy snogging Parkinson? If it were the other way around I'd believe it, bu---" His words were cut off as Fallon suddenly jumped up, her eyes sparkling.
"That's IT! SHE must have snogged him! But why Ravyn would get angry at that, I have no idea... it's not like she doesn't know that the Parkinslut wants in Malfoy's trousers. I'll have to wait until she calms down some more and get the full story from her. And I should probably get going soon. Rolly, bring me a tray. And give me a sandwich: turkey on whole wheat, cheddar cheese, lettuce and tomato. Also a pot of green tea, and a pint of coffee ice cream, with chocolate chips." Fallon addressed yet another house-elf, who scampered off, bringing the ordered items in a flash.
"All right, let's go," Fallon placed the foodstuffs on her tray, and cast a temporary freezing charm on the ice cream and a warming charm on the teapot. Warrington stood up after her, snatching the last few espresso beans from her bowl and popping them into his mouth. She gave him a dirty look, to which he smiled disarmingly, and offered her the last strawberry.
"I've my hands full, git," Fallon glowered at him. Shrugging, Cassius Warrington walked right up to her, and made as to feed her the strawberry. She looked askance at him for a moment, then ate the fruit from his hand, and walked towards the door. He held it open for her, and the two of them walked out of the kitchen.
"Say, what if a Prefect sees you with all that stuff? I mean, yes... people bring back food from the kitchens all the time, but not this blatantly."
Fallon smirked, "Oh, don't worry. The only Prefect in this school who isn't scared of me is Morrigun, and SHE wouldn't take points. The others... well, they are certainly welcome to try to stop me."
"I see your point," Warrington grinned, "So, next game we win, you'll use your... 'skills'... and bring me and the rest of the team seven bottles of butterbeer and a sheet cake, right?"
"Dream on, Warrington... dream on."
"I believe I will... remember to serve me breakfast in bed someday," He said jovially.
"You'd better be prepared to be wearing your breakfast if that were the case," Fallon retorted. He laughed.
"Even better! You, me, fruit, whipped cream..."
"You're sick and wrong, and THIS close to getting a black eye," Fallon informed him matter-of-factly, "Just thought you'd like to know." They reached the portrait guarding their Common Room, and she uttered the password, "I'm off to talk to Ravyn some more. Go see if you can find out any more information." With that, she swept in, tray still in hands, and made for the girls' dormitory. Warrington stared after her slightly swaying hips for a moment, then grinned to himself as he sat down on a couch to watch Kevin Bole and Kate Le Fay's game of Exploding Snap.
All in all, that had been very entertaining.
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More soon!
Disclaimers still apply. Suing incites smiting. So don't.
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At exactly a quarter to eight, Fallon left the Common Room for the kitchens, giving Warrington a "follow-me-in-ten-minutes" look as she stepped out. He barely noticed, absorbed as he was in playing a chess game against fellow Chaser Alexander Montague.
Twenty minutes later, Fallon found herself still alone in the kitchen save for the house-elves, and rapidly losing her very limited patience.
"Winnie, bring me some chocolate-covered espresso beans."
"Yes, Miss Fallon, miss. Winnie is bring you immediately!" the little creature ran off, and returned a moment later with a bowlful of crunchy caffeinated goodness. "Is Miss Fallon be needing anything else that Winnie can gets for her?"
"A rolling pin," Fallon said calmly and evenly, her eyes riveted towards the entrance of the kitchen.
Winnie, confused but obedient, left, and returned a few seconds later with a large wooden rolling pin. "Here you goes, Miss Fallon."
"Thank you, that will be all," Fallon said with a slightly feral grin on her face, eyes still fixed on the door, as she took the rolling pin out of Winnie's spindly hands and placed it on her lap. She popped another espresso bean into her mouth, and waited.
Two minutes later, the door opened, and Cassius Warrington walked in.
Quick Chaser-honed reflexes notwithstanding, he only barely jumped out of the way as a rolling pin came hurtling through the air towards his head. It hit the door about an inch away from his left ear, and then smashed on the floor with a loud crash that made Winnie the house-elf squeal and duck under the table.
Warrington raised an eyebrow and looked appraisingly at Fallon, who was sitting at the table, one dainty hand in the process of putting a chocolate-covered espresso bean from a bowl, into her mouth. The other hand, that had thrown the rolling pin at him, was clenched into a fist.
"Good evening to you too, Anderson."
"You're now eight minutes late, you arse," Fallon glared at him, "I do NOT like to be kept waiting."
"My sincerest apologies, your highness," Warrington said mockingly, "Blimey, you're worse than Flint for Quidditch practices."
"Well, Flint's punctuality is certainly appreciated! Akasha's going to become Mrs. Flint after she leaves, he must have been doing SOMETHING right!"
"Perhaps that 'something' had more to do with his creative uses for her couch than his punctuality?" Warrington asked. Fallon scowled.
"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend... OBVIOUSLY you don't know anything about what a girl wants."
"That hurts... that hit me right here," Warrington put a hand over his heart and put on a tragic face. Fallon rolled her eyes.
"Stop being silly, and let's get down to business," she nodded him to a seat at the table next to her, and he sat down. "So, have you found out anything about the lover's spat between Ravyn and Malfoy?" She slapped his hand away as he reached for the espresso beans, "And get your own food, that's mine!"
Warrington rolled his eyes, "Stingy wench... say, someone get me some butterbeer and strawberries." Seconds later, another house elf, named Perky, placed a mug of warm butterbeer on the table in front of him, and a bowl of fresh strawberries. Warrington took a sip of his drink, and grinned at Fallon, "My food's more nutritious than yours, pet. You shouldn't take so much caffeine."
"I'm not a bloody puffskein, don't call me 'pet'!" Fallon retorted, "And what do you know? There are evil schemes to dream up, idiotic blokes to reject and first-years to scare; I've lots of work to do, the caffeine's necessary."
"If you say so," Warrington gave a snort, "And to answer your earlier question... Malfoy didn't say much. Just said something about 'tetchy twits'. What did you do to him?"
"What do you MEAN what did I do him?! Ravyn mentioned something about Parkinson and snogging. I can only conclude that Malfoy snogged Parkinson. Although for the life of me, I can't see WHY... Say, you're a bloke, maybe you can explain it to me?"
"Explain what? Snogging Parkinson? No idea... not something I would do, sorry to disappoint you," Warrington shrugged and wrinkled his nose slightly, "She's rather... well, maybe HE finds her attractive. I prefer brunettes myself. And she's rather... stupid."
"My point exactly," Fallon continued, daintily eating more espresso beans, "Why the devil would he want to snog HER if he has Ravyn?"
"Maybe she put him under the Imperius Curse?"
"Not bloody likely," Fallon sneered, "I doubt that someone who can't even make a potion to get rid her acne would be able to cast the Imperius."
"All right... so, WHY was Malfoy snogging her then? It doesn't exactly make sense," Warrington drained his butterbeer, and nibbled on a strawberry.
"Damned if I know," Fallon muttered, "Ask him."
"Like he'd tell me," Warrington scoffed, "I don't think that snogging Pansy Parkinson counts as a boast-worthy accomplishment.
"Well, who knows? He might have the distinction of the first person this year caught red-handed in an act of bestiality."
Warrington grimaced, "Your imagination knows no bounds, my dear."
"First of all, I'm not yours or anyone else's 'dear'... and second of all, it doesn't take much imagination to visualize Parkinslut as some particularly heinous mutt produced from the union of a bulldog and a poodle."
"Spare me," Warrington groaned, "Especially since I've seen her parents once. But... there's something wrong with this picture. Malfoy snogging Parkinson? If it were the other way around I'd believe it, bu---" His words were cut off as Fallon suddenly jumped up, her eyes sparkling.
"That's IT! SHE must have snogged him! But why Ravyn would get angry at that, I have no idea... it's not like she doesn't know that the Parkinslut wants in Malfoy's trousers. I'll have to wait until she calms down some more and get the full story from her. And I should probably get going soon. Rolly, bring me a tray. And give me a sandwich: turkey on whole wheat, cheddar cheese, lettuce and tomato. Also a pot of green tea, and a pint of coffee ice cream, with chocolate chips." Fallon addressed yet another house-elf, who scampered off, bringing the ordered items in a flash.
"All right, let's go," Fallon placed the foodstuffs on her tray, and cast a temporary freezing charm on the ice cream and a warming charm on the teapot. Warrington stood up after her, snatching the last few espresso beans from her bowl and popping them into his mouth. She gave him a dirty look, to which he smiled disarmingly, and offered her the last strawberry.
"I've my hands full, git," Fallon glowered at him. Shrugging, Cassius Warrington walked right up to her, and made as to feed her the strawberry. She looked askance at him for a moment, then ate the fruit from his hand, and walked towards the door. He held it open for her, and the two of them walked out of the kitchen.
"Say, what if a Prefect sees you with all that stuff? I mean, yes... people bring back food from the kitchens all the time, but not this blatantly."
Fallon smirked, "Oh, don't worry. The only Prefect in this school who isn't scared of me is Morrigun, and SHE wouldn't take points. The others... well, they are certainly welcome to try to stop me."
"I see your point," Warrington grinned, "So, next game we win, you'll use your... 'skills'... and bring me and the rest of the team seven bottles of butterbeer and a sheet cake, right?"
"Dream on, Warrington... dream on."
"I believe I will... remember to serve me breakfast in bed someday," He said jovially.
"You'd better be prepared to be wearing your breakfast if that were the case," Fallon retorted. He laughed.
"Even better! You, me, fruit, whipped cream..."
"You're sick and wrong, and THIS close to getting a black eye," Fallon informed him matter-of-factly, "Just thought you'd like to know." They reached the portrait guarding their Common Room, and she uttered the password, "I'm off to talk to Ravyn some more. Go see if you can find out any more information." With that, she swept in, tray still in hands, and made for the girls' dormitory. Warrington stared after her slightly swaying hips for a moment, then grinned to himself as he sat down on a couch to watch Kevin Bole and Kate Le Fay's game of Exploding Snap.
All in all, that had been very entertaining.
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More soon!