The dining hall was rapidly emptying, but Shikamaru continued to poke at
his plate. He'd managed to save his unfinished meal from vanishing with
most of the rest. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry—he was—he was just
having trouble getting the motivation to eat.
The Ravenclaw table was nearly deserted, but a few others had remained behind. Directly across from him, Shikamaru could see a pair of redheads bent close, talking. Of course he'd been warned about the twins by his peers, especially not to accept any kind of food or otherwise suspicious looking product. For now, their whispered conversation was just enough to hold his mild curiosity for a few moments.
One of them finally noticed his stare—he couldn't tell them apart—and motioned to his brother. Both looked at him, obviously waiting for him to turn away, but Shikamaru only blinked and took a bite of some potato.
The twin on the right leaned closer to the other, whispering quickly in his ear as the other nodded. Left twin said something in reply, and they both stood up.
Whatever. Shikamaru turned his attention back to his plate, but he was suddenly not that interested in finishing. Before he could push the food aside to leave, the twins were suddenly back, one dropping in the seat across from him, the other at his side. He regarded them mildly. "Yeah?"
"You're a first year, right?" the one across from him asked—Shikamaru recognized him as the twin on the right. "Ravenclaw?"
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Why else would I be sitting at this table?" he asked back.
Left twin snorted. "We were just asking. Seems there're a lot of strange first years walking around here this year. All with weird names." He looked to the boy expectantly.
Shikamaru set his chin in his had. What a bother; I didn't ask to talk to them. "So?"
"So what's yours?" Righty persisted.
"Shikamaru."
Both of them chuckled. "Yup. Definitely weird." The left one leaned closer. "So, Shikamaru, what are you into?"
The younger boy blinked. Into? What's that supposed to mean? "I'm into going to bed," he muttered, pushing to his feet.
Lefty sent his twin a significant glance, and the pair quickly gave chase. "Aw, that's no fun. Stay here and hang out."
"We could really use a smart guy to help us out, you know?" Righty added.
Shikamaru paused, sighing heavily. "What a bother," he muttered, turning around. "Can't you ask someone else?"
The left one shrugged. "You're the only Ravenclaw left, and everyone knows you guys are the brainy kids. Come on...." He wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, tugging him back towards the table. "Be a sport, won't ya?"
Shikamaru rolled his eyes but gave in, allowing them to drop him back onto the bench. What a bother. Why does crap like this have to happen to me? "So? What do you want?" he asked, chin back in his hand.
The pair had switched places—now Lefty was sitting on his right, and he couldn't help some mild annoyance at having to switch their names now. New Righty copied his posture with a grin. "The real question, Shikamaru, is what do you want?" His tone had lowered to avoid being overheard by the few remaining students.
New Lefty nodded. "Yeah. After all, you were the one staring at us."
"Checking us out," Righty added.
"Making eyes at us."
Shikamaru straightened, looking between the two with some wariness. "Huh?" Now what are they going on about? What a bother.
Lefty chuckled at his expression. "Aww, now he's being all shy."
"Trying to play innocent," Righty smirked.
"Behind you!" Lefty shouted suddenly.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes, but obediently turned to look over the other twin's shoulder—nothing there. "Look, if you guys don't mind...." He trailed off as he turned; Lefty was gone. He knew better than to think that the older boy had just vanished, and he faced the remaining twin with narrowed eyes.
Righty was still grinning. "Don't worry, Shikamaru. We know we're pretty famous around here. And if you want a quick thrill, we're more than willing to oblige."
Shikamaru frowned harder. "What are you talking abou—"
His voice froze as a movement beneath the table caught his attention. Or more accurately, a movement beneath his long robes—Lefty had slipped beneath the thick cloth, and Shikamaru's eyes widened as he felt quick, nimble fingers unbuckling his jeans. "What?"
Rightly slipped closer, tugging the other's head down as he lay out a piece of parchment. "Just keep your eyes down and your voice low," he said around a grin. "No one'll know, all right? Just enjoy." To his twin he said, "Make it quick—they'll kick us out in a few."
"No problem, came the muffled reply, and Shikamaru jumped in his seat as his pants were abruptly jerked down enough to free him.
Jeez, I didn't ask for this. Shikamaru set his chin in his hand, following Righty's directions and keeping his gaze on the scribbled on parchment. This is such a bother. I just wanted to go to bed. He sighed heavily, the sound catching as something hot and wet descended on him. Ah well, if they really want to.
Lefty ended up being better than he would have thought, and it actually took him some effort to keep from gasping a few times. Every now and then Righty would mutter something he couldn't catch, and once he was certain he kicked his twin to get him to hurry. Finally he made a soft hiss as Lefty brought out his release.
"About damn time," Righty muttered, grinning as he sat up.
Lefty pulled himself up on Shikamaru's other side, wiping at his mouth. "No kidding—I was almost gonna get tired." He patted the younger boy on the shoulder with a bright smile. "Well, Shikamaru, hope you enjoy the rest of your first year at Hogwarts."
"Don't get into too much trouble," Righty added.
"And if you ever get bored," Lefty went on, "then just ask for us."
Both boys patted him on the shoulder, and Shikamaru watched them leave with a frown. Sighing heavily, he started to stand, only to find that Lefty hadn't bothered to replace his pants. He rolled his eyes and pulled them back up before exiting the Great Hall.
What a bother.
The Ravenclaw table was nearly deserted, but a few others had remained behind. Directly across from him, Shikamaru could see a pair of redheads bent close, talking. Of course he'd been warned about the twins by his peers, especially not to accept any kind of food or otherwise suspicious looking product. For now, their whispered conversation was just enough to hold his mild curiosity for a few moments.
One of them finally noticed his stare—he couldn't tell them apart—and motioned to his brother. Both looked at him, obviously waiting for him to turn away, but Shikamaru only blinked and took a bite of some potato.
The twin on the right leaned closer to the other, whispering quickly in his ear as the other nodded. Left twin said something in reply, and they both stood up.
Whatever. Shikamaru turned his attention back to his plate, but he was suddenly not that interested in finishing. Before he could push the food aside to leave, the twins were suddenly back, one dropping in the seat across from him, the other at his side. He regarded them mildly. "Yeah?"
"You're a first year, right?" the one across from him asked—Shikamaru recognized him as the twin on the right. "Ravenclaw?"
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Why else would I be sitting at this table?" he asked back.
Left twin snorted. "We were just asking. Seems there're a lot of strange first years walking around here this year. All with weird names." He looked to the boy expectantly.
Shikamaru set his chin in his had. What a bother; I didn't ask to talk to them. "So?"
"So what's yours?" Righty persisted.
"Shikamaru."
Both of them chuckled. "Yup. Definitely weird." The left one leaned closer. "So, Shikamaru, what are you into?"
The younger boy blinked. Into? What's that supposed to mean? "I'm into going to bed," he muttered, pushing to his feet.
Lefty sent his twin a significant glance, and the pair quickly gave chase. "Aw, that's no fun. Stay here and hang out."
"We could really use a smart guy to help us out, you know?" Righty added.
Shikamaru paused, sighing heavily. "What a bother," he muttered, turning around. "Can't you ask someone else?"
The left one shrugged. "You're the only Ravenclaw left, and everyone knows you guys are the brainy kids. Come on...." He wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, tugging him back towards the table. "Be a sport, won't ya?"
Shikamaru rolled his eyes but gave in, allowing them to drop him back onto the bench. What a bother. Why does crap like this have to happen to me? "So? What do you want?" he asked, chin back in his hand.
The pair had switched places—now Lefty was sitting on his right, and he couldn't help some mild annoyance at having to switch their names now. New Righty copied his posture with a grin. "The real question, Shikamaru, is what do you want?" His tone had lowered to avoid being overheard by the few remaining students.
New Lefty nodded. "Yeah. After all, you were the one staring at us."
"Checking us out," Righty added.
"Making eyes at us."
Shikamaru straightened, looking between the two with some wariness. "Huh?" Now what are they going on about? What a bother.
Lefty chuckled at his expression. "Aww, now he's being all shy."
"Trying to play innocent," Righty smirked.
"Behind you!" Lefty shouted suddenly.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes, but obediently turned to look over the other twin's shoulder—nothing there. "Look, if you guys don't mind...." He trailed off as he turned; Lefty was gone. He knew better than to think that the older boy had just vanished, and he faced the remaining twin with narrowed eyes.
Righty was still grinning. "Don't worry, Shikamaru. We know we're pretty famous around here. And if you want a quick thrill, we're more than willing to oblige."
Shikamaru frowned harder. "What are you talking abou—"
His voice froze as a movement beneath the table caught his attention. Or more accurately, a movement beneath his long robes—Lefty had slipped beneath the thick cloth, and Shikamaru's eyes widened as he felt quick, nimble fingers unbuckling his jeans. "What?"
Rightly slipped closer, tugging the other's head down as he lay out a piece of parchment. "Just keep your eyes down and your voice low," he said around a grin. "No one'll know, all right? Just enjoy." To his twin he said, "Make it quick—they'll kick us out in a few."
"No problem, came the muffled reply, and Shikamaru jumped in his seat as his pants were abruptly jerked down enough to free him.
Jeez, I didn't ask for this. Shikamaru set his chin in his hand, following Righty's directions and keeping his gaze on the scribbled on parchment. This is such a bother. I just wanted to go to bed. He sighed heavily, the sound catching as something hot and wet descended on him. Ah well, if they really want to.
Lefty ended up being better than he would have thought, and it actually took him some effort to keep from gasping a few times. Every now and then Righty would mutter something he couldn't catch, and once he was certain he kicked his twin to get him to hurry. Finally he made a soft hiss as Lefty brought out his release.
"About damn time," Righty muttered, grinning as he sat up.
Lefty pulled himself up on Shikamaru's other side, wiping at his mouth. "No kidding—I was almost gonna get tired." He patted the younger boy on the shoulder with a bright smile. "Well, Shikamaru, hope you enjoy the rest of your first year at Hogwarts."
"Don't get into too much trouble," Righty added.
"And if you ever get bored," Lefty went on, "then just ask for us."
Both boys patted him on the shoulder, and Shikamaru watched them leave with a frown. Sighing heavily, he started to stand, only to find that Lefty hadn't bothered to replace his pants. He rolled his eyes and pulled them back up before exiting the Great Hall.
What a bother.