Disclaimer: As mentioned in previous entry (disclaimers apply to all
entries), I don't own Roger Davies and Co. Luc Delacourt, however, is mine,
all mine (reaches under bed and pulls out whips and chains)...
This one could be potentially rated "R" for a sexual term used. So sorry...
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Entry Eight: Ooh la la, bebe
Natalia does her bit to build up trans-English Channel relations and Roger Dodger is once again in a good mood, but watch this space...
7:02 AM, September 17th
No early morning Quidditch practice. Whoopee!
Reason for this being Roger staggered into girls' dorms after ten last night, hair mussed adorably and third button of shirt through fifth hole. Because is Ravenclaw prefect (the one who isn't Penelope Clearwater, therefore the nice and cool one who doesn't do a lot of prefecting, the best kind), knows password to girls' dorms, but this did not stop Clearhead harping on about house rules and upholding house reputation.
Have a few choice words regarding "her" reputation but quite like her method of upholding our house's, just not with a Weasley...
"Roger," I said as he stood swaying in the doorway, "what's up? You look terrible."
"Funny that," he slurred. And giggled. "I don't feel terrible. I feel pretty bloody brilliant actually. Just used. Up. Completely."
"Oh?" I raised one eyebrow.
"Met your friend Fleur at dinner. Capital girl." Now this should be a complete tip-off, as Roger would not normally lower himself to saying such words as "capital." "Anyway, I just came to tell you that I've decided not to have the early morning practice tomorrow. I saw Cho, Vanessa and Malcolm in the common room, but I haven't spoken to Bombardino yet."
"Oh?" I repeated innocently. "What, or should I ask "whom," changed your mind?"
"Let's just say I can be persuaded away from some things, as long as I agree with the method used," Roger yawned.
"This is an outrageous," Clearhead huffed. "Even a male prefect should not be allowed to enter the females' dorms, unless it is in a moment of dire emergency."
"I consider potentially avoiding a needless four-thirty wake up call to fit into the "dire emergency" category," I snapped. "And Penelope, given why you were at detention last Saturday, I'd say you spent a lot of time in Percy's dorm, which breaks two rules, being in the male dorms and being in another house's common area."
Penelope snapped big mouth shut.
Yes, do know school rules inside and out. I believe in knowing what I'm up against.
Roger's head started to nod. "Thank you, Nat," he yawned. "And can you be a doll and go tell Bombardino that his presence won't be required tomorrow morning? He's off huffing some Hufflepuff and I'm too tired to track him down."
Told him to come and sit down before he dropped. Roger yawned "alright" and staggered over to my bed, then collapsed on it and promptly fell asleep.
"A male student in the female Ravenclaw dormitories?" Clearhead gasped. "This is awful. Whatever can we do with him?"
"Thought "you" might have a few ideas," I muttered.
"What was that?" Clearhead gasped.
"Nothing. I could always sleep in the guys' dorm," I amended myself hopefully.
"You will do no such thing," she fumed. "He's too big for us to carry back and if we do people will know he's been in here, and oh - my poor transcript!" ("Get a grip," I told her.) "He'll just have to stay in here for the night. You're to top-and-tail."
"You mean a sixty-nine?" I brightened.
"No, I mean when he sleeps with his head down one head of the bed and you sleep with "your" head down the other," Clearhead corrected me icily. Aha, so she "does" know what a "sixty-nine" is!
"Uh, Penelope, have you smelt his feet recently?" I asked. "Perhaps if you're so keen on the idea, "you" should top-and-tail with him." About time snotty little cow got to know her fellow prefects better. Other than Percy, that is.
"Er, well, you can sleep in your usual manner," Clearhead wavered ("Usual" manner? I can? Woo hoo! Don't think that's what she meant though, although we are talking about Penelope-I'm-shagging-a-Weasley-Clearwater). "After all, I'm here to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Snorted and started pulling on edge of duvet, so that Roger would go with it and would not have to sleep on edge of mattress all night with snoring captain taking up whole bed. "Aren't you going to find Alessandro and tell him that your morning's training is off?" Miss Acidity barked behind me.
"Nope," I mumbled and sunk onto bed next to Roger. Let bastard stew.
7:17 AM
"Wiggler."
"Snorer."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
So began first of many daily sparring matches, whispered so that Clearhead (now rather frightening Bedhead) across room would not wake up, Dodgy Roger lying on top of covers, yours truly underneath.
"I'm not a snorer," I insisted. "I'm a light sleeper. If I snored I'd wake myself up. So it's impossible."
"That's what they all say," he said smugly. "'I'm too much of a lady to snore,' and 'But I would "never" snore!' Since when were you a lady?"
"Well, I've never had any complaints about snoring before," I grumbled. "And if you go around telling anyone I did, well, next game there'll be a Bludger with your name on it. Besides, I bet Pucey told you to say that to me."
Roger propped himself up on elbow and stared down at me. "Why would Pucey think we'd ever be in a situation where I would be able to find out whether or not you snore?"
"Dunno," I shrugged. "More likely you than him, I guess."
"Point taken," Roger said.
9:09 AM
Don't know why am so effing excited.
Fact that now in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, is proof of Sorting Hat's sick sense of humour. Will probably put sexy new tall tanned handsome shaggable older foreign student into Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw, or even worse, Gryffindor...
9:41 AM
Why must Gryffindor get all the hot guys? Why? It just isn't fair.
Have House Cup. Have best Quidditch team in school. Have Oliver Wood. Have You-Guessed-It and enough other selflessly heroic individuals to make me sick. And now will have Luc Delacourt...
Why is it always about "them"?
Hate Gryffindor.
12:03 PM
Arrived at lunch in hellish mood. Look, I know I am always in Hellish mood, but this was even more Hellish then usual. We're talking bottom rung of Dante's Inferno here, "Inferno" being the epic work on where bad people go when they die and the naughtiest ones being placed the closest to the fires of Hell.
Think I'm burning up.
"Bonjour, cheerful," Roger said as slid onto bench next to him.
Gave Roger my best look. Why of all greetings did he say "Bonjour?" If wanted to be cute would have said "Ciao" since I am Italian. Bet he knows about Luc Delacourt being put into Gryffindor, smug bastard.
"So Natalia walks into the Great Hall and her best friend asks, 'Why the long face?'" Roger grinned. Refused to reply. "Seriously, bella, what's cooking?"
Muttered that did not want to talk about it and dumped potatoes onto plate.
"Well, since you asked, my day has been going absolutely fine," Roger continued. "I am now third in fifth year academic ratings. Snape gave me a complement today, which was a very worrying and disturbing moment. Professor Trelawney predicted that I would be beheaded next week, then hanged. An attractive French seventh year wants to be our third Chaser. Pucey put a frog under-"
"Wait," I jerked upright. "Go back to the part about the attractive Fr - I mean, our new Chaser."
"Well, this bloke just arrived yesterday and got sorted into Ravenclaw," Roger explained. "Played Chaser for five years on his school's Quidditch team. Wants to play for ours. He also captained it for the last two years, but he's completely clear on how as the newbie he'll be under my command. Still, it should be good for the team to have another veteran around." He took a pensive bite of his apple. "Wonder if he knows Fleur?"
"Uh, you may not want to let on exactly "how" well you know Fleur," I suggested delicately. "He's her brother. Older brother."
Had pleasure of watching Roger choke on apple.
"And I also think that with our new Chaser, we should have as many practices as possible," I added. "Especially morning ones, because then I can see what he looks like when he first wakes up - to practice hard at Quidditch. But we need more in general so that I can look more at - how much he needs to improve his game..."
Roger was giving me queer look. Speaking of queer (in every way possibly interpreted), Adrian had just sat down at Slytherin table.
"Bonjour, Natalia," a deep, musical voice spoke up from behind me. "I was hoping to find you here." Luc looked down at my badge and (hopefully) my breasts. "So I see you will be in Ravenclaw with me this year?"
Roger was staring saucer-eyed at the pair of us.
"Yes, welcome to the realm of the bored and boring," I sighed. "Which category do you fit into?"
"The bored, I hope," Luc replied. "Did you see Fleur before she left? I was hoping to have a word with her about something, but she disappeared after dinner."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "I didn't see her after dinner either. Roger, do you have any idea what she might have been doing?"
Ashen-faced, Roger shook head. Will have a lot of fun this Quidditch season, mwahh ha ha.
"Have you met my sister?" Luc asked.
"Not really," Roger squeaked. I covered a smile with my hand. Luc looked at him with narrowed blue eyes. "I mean, I mean-"
"He "saw" her, but they didn't talk much," I supplied. "Didn't you, Roger?"
"N-n-nin-nin-no," Roger stammered. Almost pitied him, then remembered yesterday afternoon run, which resulted in meeting close friend and nemesis in less than usual gorgeous state. Bastard. No one makes me look bad. In both senses of word.
So the scene is set. Flirting successfully with sexy French garcon and making best friend sweat in process. In other words, everything going better than planned.
And then, and then...
Ooh, it still pains me to mention it...
EFFING ADRIAN PUCEY WALKED OVER, SLINGED ARM AROUND MY SHOULDERS, KISSED ME FULL ON THE LIPS AND BREATHED, "HELLO, DARLING."
The shame.
"So," the smug bastard turned to a flabbergasted Luc, "I take it you've met my girlfriend?"
IwillkillhimIwillkillhimIwillkillhim...
"Quoi?" Luc blinked.
"Damn right, 'what'?" Roger had leapt off the bench and was brandishing his apple core threateningly. "Natalia is my "girlfriend." Who the hell are you?"
"Her boyfriend, you interloping bastard!" Adrian cried.
"Take that, you Slytherin scum," Roger roared and threw his apple core at him. Adrian grabbed a bun. "Er, well, I think I will go now," Luc said, walking off with a very confused expression on his face.
AdrianwillhavecompanyAdrianwillhavecompany...
This one could be potentially rated "R" for a sexual term used. So sorry...
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Entry Eight: Ooh la la, bebe
Natalia does her bit to build up trans-English Channel relations and Roger Dodger is once again in a good mood, but watch this space...
7:02 AM, September 17th
No early morning Quidditch practice. Whoopee!
Reason for this being Roger staggered into girls' dorms after ten last night, hair mussed adorably and third button of shirt through fifth hole. Because is Ravenclaw prefect (the one who isn't Penelope Clearwater, therefore the nice and cool one who doesn't do a lot of prefecting, the best kind), knows password to girls' dorms, but this did not stop Clearhead harping on about house rules and upholding house reputation.
Have a few choice words regarding "her" reputation but quite like her method of upholding our house's, just not with a Weasley...
"Roger," I said as he stood swaying in the doorway, "what's up? You look terrible."
"Funny that," he slurred. And giggled. "I don't feel terrible. I feel pretty bloody brilliant actually. Just used. Up. Completely."
"Oh?" I raised one eyebrow.
"Met your friend Fleur at dinner. Capital girl." Now this should be a complete tip-off, as Roger would not normally lower himself to saying such words as "capital." "Anyway, I just came to tell you that I've decided not to have the early morning practice tomorrow. I saw Cho, Vanessa and Malcolm in the common room, but I haven't spoken to Bombardino yet."
"Oh?" I repeated innocently. "What, or should I ask "whom," changed your mind?"
"Let's just say I can be persuaded away from some things, as long as I agree with the method used," Roger yawned.
"This is an outrageous," Clearhead huffed. "Even a male prefect should not be allowed to enter the females' dorms, unless it is in a moment of dire emergency."
"I consider potentially avoiding a needless four-thirty wake up call to fit into the "dire emergency" category," I snapped. "And Penelope, given why you were at detention last Saturday, I'd say you spent a lot of time in Percy's dorm, which breaks two rules, being in the male dorms and being in another house's common area."
Penelope snapped big mouth shut.
Yes, do know school rules inside and out. I believe in knowing what I'm up against.
Roger's head started to nod. "Thank you, Nat," he yawned. "And can you be a doll and go tell Bombardino that his presence won't be required tomorrow morning? He's off huffing some Hufflepuff and I'm too tired to track him down."
Told him to come and sit down before he dropped. Roger yawned "alright" and staggered over to my bed, then collapsed on it and promptly fell asleep.
"A male student in the female Ravenclaw dormitories?" Clearhead gasped. "This is awful. Whatever can we do with him?"
"Thought "you" might have a few ideas," I muttered.
"What was that?" Clearhead gasped.
"Nothing. I could always sleep in the guys' dorm," I amended myself hopefully.
"You will do no such thing," she fumed. "He's too big for us to carry back and if we do people will know he's been in here, and oh - my poor transcript!" ("Get a grip," I told her.) "He'll just have to stay in here for the night. You're to top-and-tail."
"You mean a sixty-nine?" I brightened.
"No, I mean when he sleeps with his head down one head of the bed and you sleep with "your" head down the other," Clearhead corrected me icily. Aha, so she "does" know what a "sixty-nine" is!
"Uh, Penelope, have you smelt his feet recently?" I asked. "Perhaps if you're so keen on the idea, "you" should top-and-tail with him." About time snotty little cow got to know her fellow prefects better. Other than Percy, that is.
"Er, well, you can sleep in your usual manner," Clearhead wavered ("Usual" manner? I can? Woo hoo! Don't think that's what she meant though, although we are talking about Penelope-I'm-shagging-a-Weasley-Clearwater). "After all, I'm here to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Snorted and started pulling on edge of duvet, so that Roger would go with it and would not have to sleep on edge of mattress all night with snoring captain taking up whole bed. "Aren't you going to find Alessandro and tell him that your morning's training is off?" Miss Acidity barked behind me.
"Nope," I mumbled and sunk onto bed next to Roger. Let bastard stew.
7:17 AM
"Wiggler."
"Snorer."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
So began first of many daily sparring matches, whispered so that Clearhead (now rather frightening Bedhead) across room would not wake up, Dodgy Roger lying on top of covers, yours truly underneath.
"I'm not a snorer," I insisted. "I'm a light sleeper. If I snored I'd wake myself up. So it's impossible."
"That's what they all say," he said smugly. "'I'm too much of a lady to snore,' and 'But I would "never" snore!' Since when were you a lady?"
"Well, I've never had any complaints about snoring before," I grumbled. "And if you go around telling anyone I did, well, next game there'll be a Bludger with your name on it. Besides, I bet Pucey told you to say that to me."
Roger propped himself up on elbow and stared down at me. "Why would Pucey think we'd ever be in a situation where I would be able to find out whether or not you snore?"
"Dunno," I shrugged. "More likely you than him, I guess."
"Point taken," Roger said.
9:09 AM
Don't know why am so effing excited.
Fact that now in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, is proof of Sorting Hat's sick sense of humour. Will probably put sexy new tall tanned handsome shaggable older foreign student into Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw, or even worse, Gryffindor...
9:41 AM
Why must Gryffindor get all the hot guys? Why? It just isn't fair.
Have House Cup. Have best Quidditch team in school. Have Oliver Wood. Have You-Guessed-It and enough other selflessly heroic individuals to make me sick. And now will have Luc Delacourt...
Why is it always about "them"?
Hate Gryffindor.
12:03 PM
Arrived at lunch in hellish mood. Look, I know I am always in Hellish mood, but this was even more Hellish then usual. We're talking bottom rung of Dante's Inferno here, "Inferno" being the epic work on where bad people go when they die and the naughtiest ones being placed the closest to the fires of Hell.
Think I'm burning up.
"Bonjour, cheerful," Roger said as slid onto bench next to him.
Gave Roger my best look. Why of all greetings did he say "Bonjour?" If wanted to be cute would have said "Ciao" since I am Italian. Bet he knows about Luc Delacourt being put into Gryffindor, smug bastard.
"So Natalia walks into the Great Hall and her best friend asks, 'Why the long face?'" Roger grinned. Refused to reply. "Seriously, bella, what's cooking?"
Muttered that did not want to talk about it and dumped potatoes onto plate.
"Well, since you asked, my day has been going absolutely fine," Roger continued. "I am now third in fifth year academic ratings. Snape gave me a complement today, which was a very worrying and disturbing moment. Professor Trelawney predicted that I would be beheaded next week, then hanged. An attractive French seventh year wants to be our third Chaser. Pucey put a frog under-"
"Wait," I jerked upright. "Go back to the part about the attractive Fr - I mean, our new Chaser."
"Well, this bloke just arrived yesterday and got sorted into Ravenclaw," Roger explained. "Played Chaser for five years on his school's Quidditch team. Wants to play for ours. He also captained it for the last two years, but he's completely clear on how as the newbie he'll be under my command. Still, it should be good for the team to have another veteran around." He took a pensive bite of his apple. "Wonder if he knows Fleur?"
"Uh, you may not want to let on exactly "how" well you know Fleur," I suggested delicately. "He's her brother. Older brother."
Had pleasure of watching Roger choke on apple.
"And I also think that with our new Chaser, we should have as many practices as possible," I added. "Especially morning ones, because then I can see what he looks like when he first wakes up - to practice hard at Quidditch. But we need more in general so that I can look more at - how much he needs to improve his game..."
Roger was giving me queer look. Speaking of queer (in every way possibly interpreted), Adrian had just sat down at Slytherin table.
"Bonjour, Natalia," a deep, musical voice spoke up from behind me. "I was hoping to find you here." Luc looked down at my badge and (hopefully) my breasts. "So I see you will be in Ravenclaw with me this year?"
Roger was staring saucer-eyed at the pair of us.
"Yes, welcome to the realm of the bored and boring," I sighed. "Which category do you fit into?"
"The bored, I hope," Luc replied. "Did you see Fleur before she left? I was hoping to have a word with her about something, but she disappeared after dinner."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "I didn't see her after dinner either. Roger, do you have any idea what she might have been doing?"
Ashen-faced, Roger shook head. Will have a lot of fun this Quidditch season, mwahh ha ha.
"Have you met my sister?" Luc asked.
"Not really," Roger squeaked. I covered a smile with my hand. Luc looked at him with narrowed blue eyes. "I mean, I mean-"
"He "saw" her, but they didn't talk much," I supplied. "Didn't you, Roger?"
"N-n-nin-nin-no," Roger stammered. Almost pitied him, then remembered yesterday afternoon run, which resulted in meeting close friend and nemesis in less than usual gorgeous state. Bastard. No one makes me look bad. In both senses of word.
So the scene is set. Flirting successfully with sexy French garcon and making best friend sweat in process. In other words, everything going better than planned.
And then, and then...
Ooh, it still pains me to mention it...
EFFING ADRIAN PUCEY WALKED OVER, SLINGED ARM AROUND MY SHOULDERS, KISSED ME FULL ON THE LIPS AND BREATHED, "HELLO, DARLING."
The shame.
"So," the smug bastard turned to a flabbergasted Luc, "I take it you've met my girlfriend?"
IwillkillhimIwillkillhimIwillkillhim...
"Quoi?" Luc blinked.
"Damn right, 'what'?" Roger had leapt off the bench and was brandishing his apple core threateningly. "Natalia is my "girlfriend." Who the hell are you?"
"Her boyfriend, you interloping bastard!" Adrian cried.
"Take that, you Slytherin scum," Roger roared and threw his apple core at him. Adrian grabbed a bun. "Er, well, I think I will go now," Luc said, walking off with a very confused expression on his face.
AdrianwillhavecompanyAdrianwillhavecompany...