A/N: *hands around vegetables* Here you are. Please pelt with feeling now.
*stands back with a blind fold on, awaiting the pelting of vegetables on
her person.... silence....* Oy? *takes off blind fold* Why aren't you all
pelting me right now? It's been two or so weeks since I last updated. PELT
me, d'arvit!
Acknowledgments:
PT-Chan: LOL! Chibi Vash and Lockhart! *giggles insanely* I'm glad you like the whole telephone or actually tellyphone scene. *grin*
HyperCaz: LOL! Isn't it? *grin* More fun will abound, indefinitely.
Coffee Luv and Mort: OOH! I'm glad you find this amusing! That's the point! Random pointless humor! *demented grin*
DarkShadowsFan: Here's another chapter from yours truly! Enjoy luv!
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The next day I happily jotted down my hours on my time card, tossing a few goodbyes to my coworkers as I breezed over to collect my purse and jacket. I left the college library where I worked, squinting in the bright sunlight as I walked down the way to the corner where I'd hop the bus home. I rummaged through my purse for my sunglasses, wondering if I'd been a baka again and left them in my backpack at home.
"Please tell me I wasn't a baka deshi, please," I muttered to myself as I came up to the cross walk, pushing the button before continuing to rummage in my purse.
*Eureka, garbage! Why so much crapola in my purse? D'arvit, you're doing spring cleaning the instant you get home, Stephania Julianna!*
Luckily for me, there they were, buried at the bottom of my personal stock of crapola. I happily put on my glasses and began to cross the street. I made it to the bench and sat down just as the bus came rolling around the corner.
*Must be a reprieve for me. This is indeed a record.*
I couldn't help but jump up and punch the air with glee. Usually I had to wait for nearly twenty or so minutes before a bus came to my stop. Now I'd be getting home in under ten minutes which is a far cry from the time it usually takes. This meant that I had more time to eat and complete my homework and continue my tutorials on muggle living with Gilderoy.
If you can believe it, I've gotten really used to having the wizard in my home. Saturday I wouldn't have said as much. I'd have told you that you'd gone off your rocker. That you were stark raving mad. Me? Grow accustomed to Gilderoy, the egocentric maniac's presence? Ha! As if! Yet, here on Friday afternoon, at two pm, I'm finding I was looking forward to getting home to see him.
Either he was really growing on me, or I'm really starved for steady and continual companionship. Either way, the fact remained that I had just hopped off the bus and if you can imagine, skipping on my way home, wondering if he had any new discoveries to alert me to, as well as wondering if he had a nice time with Vash today. He'd had so much to tell me the day before. It seems he and Vash had gotten on quite well. However, I wonder if Vash shared the sentiment. I smirked, wondering what kind of thoughts were going through the gun-toting pacifist's head.
As I turned the corner on my street, I pulled my purse closer to me, rummaging once again, this time for my keys. I found them more easily than I did my glasses, why that was, I had no clue. In any case, I moved up my walk and up to the porch, pausing to croon a hello to my cat, Patches, scooping her up in my arms for a moment.
"Long day?" I asked her, scratching behind her ears lightly. She made her purring sound, her little cat eyes closed. "A good day then," I laughed, setting her down on the floor. She mewed and moved to the front door, clearly waiting for me to open it and let her in. I grinned, unlocking the door to find Liz and Vash on the other side, clearly having been about to leave. Liz gave me a tired smile before she and I exchanged goodbyes. She and Vash then proceeded down my walk, heading down the street to the bus stop. I waved and then entered my house.
After I'd tossed my jacket on the bed and hung my purse in it's proper place, I left my room and made my way to the kitchen where Gilderoy smiled widely, retrieving a bowl of Spaghetti-O's from the microwave. I paused in the doorway, amused, my arms crossed over my chest. "So, who helped you with that? Liz or Vash?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.
He didn't answer me right away. Instead he grabbed a spoon from the drawer and put it in the bowl before grabbing a cup to pour milk in. Once he'd done all this, he presented me with the bowl and the cup of milk. "Liz," he answered, smiling a sheepish smile. I didn't care if he'd had Vash had help him. It was nice of him to have my favorite meal prepared for me, particularly after such a long and tedious day at work.
"I thank you," I told him, taking up the offered meal and proceeding to the dining room table. "Won't you be eating as well?" I asked, glancing at him. He shook his head then. "No, I had quite a lunch with Vash." He told me, sitting down at the table as well. "Oh! I almost forgot, Vash said you need to get more donuts." He relayed, nodding his head in that cute sort of way that only he could pull off.
I laughed, taking a spoonful of the delicious 'O's. It would be like Vash to finish the stash and tell me to get more. I smirked and saluted. "Yezzum. There will be more donuts for the next time he comes." I responded, drinking some of my milk. "So, what did you two do today? Did you lot have another round of 'Uno' or have you moved up to poker yet?" I inquired. He merely grinned roguishly.
*Why does he have to do that?*
I tried not to focus on his smile, glancing down at my bowl before taking some more spoonfuls. "No, we watched some of your movies. Something about turtles... in human form..." Gilderoy recounted, frowning a little, trying to remember the name.
*GRRRAAHH! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Not seen it for years and they watch it when I'm at work! Foul destiny!*
"I should kick you," I sighed, polishing off the rest of my food. I rose and took the dishes into the kitchen to wash. He jumped up and followed me, looking a little confused. "Why?" He asked me.
I smirked, rinsing the dishes off. "You get to do all the fun stuff while I'm at work. For that fact alone I should kick you." I laughed a little, knowing I didn't mean it. Apparently he cottoned on to the fact as well. "Right, you know you love me." He grinned impishly.
*OY! Now I know he's hung around me too long! D'arvit, he's even using my trademark expressions!*
"I admit to nothing, prat." I retorted, heading back to the living room, with him following behind. "Mm-hm, I believe you. Right." He said in a sing song sort of voice. I merely awarded him with a mock glare before I turned my back on him to proceed to my room, intent on retrieving my Library Technology textbook from my bag.
I pulled the book from my bag, turning to chapter three, before handing it to him. I then threw myself on the bed, sitting cross legged, clutching my treasured fleece throw around myself. "I'd love you more if you helped me study for my quiz." I told him, a wicked grin on my face.
He glanced at the book in his hands. Then he glanced at me for a long moment. "Which classification system is used in most academic libraries in the United States?" He asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.
"Dewey Decimal System," I smiled.
Acknowledgments:
PT-Chan: LOL! Chibi Vash and Lockhart! *giggles insanely* I'm glad you like the whole telephone or actually tellyphone scene. *grin*
HyperCaz: LOL! Isn't it? *grin* More fun will abound, indefinitely.
Coffee Luv and Mort: OOH! I'm glad you find this amusing! That's the point! Random pointless humor! *demented grin*
DarkShadowsFan: Here's another chapter from yours truly! Enjoy luv!
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The next day I happily jotted down my hours on my time card, tossing a few goodbyes to my coworkers as I breezed over to collect my purse and jacket. I left the college library where I worked, squinting in the bright sunlight as I walked down the way to the corner where I'd hop the bus home. I rummaged through my purse for my sunglasses, wondering if I'd been a baka again and left them in my backpack at home.
"Please tell me I wasn't a baka deshi, please," I muttered to myself as I came up to the cross walk, pushing the button before continuing to rummage in my purse.
*Eureka, garbage! Why so much crapola in my purse? D'arvit, you're doing spring cleaning the instant you get home, Stephania Julianna!*
Luckily for me, there they were, buried at the bottom of my personal stock of crapola. I happily put on my glasses and began to cross the street. I made it to the bench and sat down just as the bus came rolling around the corner.
*Must be a reprieve for me. This is indeed a record.*
I couldn't help but jump up and punch the air with glee. Usually I had to wait for nearly twenty or so minutes before a bus came to my stop. Now I'd be getting home in under ten minutes which is a far cry from the time it usually takes. This meant that I had more time to eat and complete my homework and continue my tutorials on muggle living with Gilderoy.
If you can believe it, I've gotten really used to having the wizard in my home. Saturday I wouldn't have said as much. I'd have told you that you'd gone off your rocker. That you were stark raving mad. Me? Grow accustomed to Gilderoy, the egocentric maniac's presence? Ha! As if! Yet, here on Friday afternoon, at two pm, I'm finding I was looking forward to getting home to see him.
Either he was really growing on me, or I'm really starved for steady and continual companionship. Either way, the fact remained that I had just hopped off the bus and if you can imagine, skipping on my way home, wondering if he had any new discoveries to alert me to, as well as wondering if he had a nice time with Vash today. He'd had so much to tell me the day before. It seems he and Vash had gotten on quite well. However, I wonder if Vash shared the sentiment. I smirked, wondering what kind of thoughts were going through the gun-toting pacifist's head.
As I turned the corner on my street, I pulled my purse closer to me, rummaging once again, this time for my keys. I found them more easily than I did my glasses, why that was, I had no clue. In any case, I moved up my walk and up to the porch, pausing to croon a hello to my cat, Patches, scooping her up in my arms for a moment.
"Long day?" I asked her, scratching behind her ears lightly. She made her purring sound, her little cat eyes closed. "A good day then," I laughed, setting her down on the floor. She mewed and moved to the front door, clearly waiting for me to open it and let her in. I grinned, unlocking the door to find Liz and Vash on the other side, clearly having been about to leave. Liz gave me a tired smile before she and I exchanged goodbyes. She and Vash then proceeded down my walk, heading down the street to the bus stop. I waved and then entered my house.
After I'd tossed my jacket on the bed and hung my purse in it's proper place, I left my room and made my way to the kitchen where Gilderoy smiled widely, retrieving a bowl of Spaghetti-O's from the microwave. I paused in the doorway, amused, my arms crossed over my chest. "So, who helped you with that? Liz or Vash?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.
He didn't answer me right away. Instead he grabbed a spoon from the drawer and put it in the bowl before grabbing a cup to pour milk in. Once he'd done all this, he presented me with the bowl and the cup of milk. "Liz," he answered, smiling a sheepish smile. I didn't care if he'd had Vash had help him. It was nice of him to have my favorite meal prepared for me, particularly after such a long and tedious day at work.
"I thank you," I told him, taking up the offered meal and proceeding to the dining room table. "Won't you be eating as well?" I asked, glancing at him. He shook his head then. "No, I had quite a lunch with Vash." He told me, sitting down at the table as well. "Oh! I almost forgot, Vash said you need to get more donuts." He relayed, nodding his head in that cute sort of way that only he could pull off.
I laughed, taking a spoonful of the delicious 'O's. It would be like Vash to finish the stash and tell me to get more. I smirked and saluted. "Yezzum. There will be more donuts for the next time he comes." I responded, drinking some of my milk. "So, what did you two do today? Did you lot have another round of 'Uno' or have you moved up to poker yet?" I inquired. He merely grinned roguishly.
*Why does he have to do that?*
I tried not to focus on his smile, glancing down at my bowl before taking some more spoonfuls. "No, we watched some of your movies. Something about turtles... in human form..." Gilderoy recounted, frowning a little, trying to remember the name.
*GRRRAAHH! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Not seen it for years and they watch it when I'm at work! Foul destiny!*
"I should kick you," I sighed, polishing off the rest of my food. I rose and took the dishes into the kitchen to wash. He jumped up and followed me, looking a little confused. "Why?" He asked me.
I smirked, rinsing the dishes off. "You get to do all the fun stuff while I'm at work. For that fact alone I should kick you." I laughed a little, knowing I didn't mean it. Apparently he cottoned on to the fact as well. "Right, you know you love me." He grinned impishly.
*OY! Now I know he's hung around me too long! D'arvit, he's even using my trademark expressions!*
"I admit to nothing, prat." I retorted, heading back to the living room, with him following behind. "Mm-hm, I believe you. Right." He said in a sing song sort of voice. I merely awarded him with a mock glare before I turned my back on him to proceed to my room, intent on retrieving my Library Technology textbook from my bag.
I pulled the book from my bag, turning to chapter three, before handing it to him. I then threw myself on the bed, sitting cross legged, clutching my treasured fleece throw around myself. "I'd love you more if you helped me study for my quiz." I told him, a wicked grin on my face.
He glanced at the book in his hands. Then he glanced at me for a long moment. "Which classification system is used in most academic libraries in the United States?" He asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.
"Dewey Decimal System," I smiled.