"Oh, YEAH!" Stephen burst into the commonroom, took a celebratory run up the stairs and pelted towards the girls corridor. Disappearing the moment he made it through the entrance, he appeared above the middle of the room and thumped loudly onto the commonroom floor.
He looked around, grabbed the first person he could see and pulled them into a complicated dance. "Guess what," he told them, even as he reached out and pulled in a third. "We're in the lead for the House Points. I don't see how anyone can beat us this year. WHOOO!"
Where was Sorrel when she needed to be out here celebrating with him? Giving them no time to ask questions or anything else, he left his two 'volunteers' to the dancing and loped up the stairs again, pausing at the boy's entrance for a second, but then shaking his head and moving on as there was no sound of arguing, which there almost certainly would have been if Sorrel had been visiting in there with her brother.
"Sor-rel," he shouted down the girls corridor, hanging onto both sides of the entrance and leaning back. "Come out, Sorrie! Come out and join in! Bring Princess!" The last sentance, was amplified as swung himself through the entrance again, cutting off as he hit the point that left him over the middle of the commons again. "Sorry," he appologised with a grin at the person he clipped with his fall.\n\n
Ginger was having an interesting dream that day, it was one of those dreams that really seemed like reality. It was the kind of dream she could actually feel in, a dream she could smell in. She was at home now, her cousin Mendelson was over, and so was Zack and Guenther. They were all sitting at her game table playing dungeons and dragons, eating brownies, and drinking coke. Ginger could taste everything, and she could feel the wood of the table beneith her elbos.
"I believe it's your turn to attack," said Mendelson after he took a bite of his brownie. Ginger thought about what she was going to do.
Everything completly dissappeared when Ginger heard a very loud...."WHOOO!" The scenery disappeared, and there she was in her bed. Someone with a familar voice was screaming, and running like a mad man.
Ginger crawled out of bed to see what the source was. She was wearing black Pajama pants that had Jack from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" all over them, and a white shirt that matched. She rubbed her eyes, and walked out of her dormitory. Her cat Cream jumped on her shoulder.
She walked over to the boy, who was still screaming, and said wearily "W-what's going on?" She rubbed her eyes, unsure of what time it was. \n\n
Saul still wasn't entirely sure what had happened. One minute he was walking across the common room, planning to head down to the Cascade Hall to get something to eat, then next he was twirling around in Stephen's arms like some heroine swept off her feet at the Great Ball. Then they were joined by a third who looked as surprised as Saul was to be in this position, even as Stephen cheered something about house points.
Then Stephen was gone, like Cinderella at midnight, and Saul was now Prince Charming. He even had a dance partner, even if he had no idea how that had happened. They were still twirling just from sheer momentum when Stephen plopped back down into the middle of the room, taking Saul down with him (Saul was a bit off balance to begin with) as he clipped him on his final descent from the Corridor Ride.
"'Salright," Saul assured as he climbed back to his feet and dusted off his bum. He gave a nod of apology to his dance partner in case they were upset their dance had ended so precipitously, a nod of greeting to Ginger who looked like she'd just gotten out of bed, then asked Stephen, "So what's the score?"\n\n
"What?" Stephen asked, jolted out of his pattern for a moment before regaining his momentum. "Oh, the points. We're well ahead of Teppenpaw, and poor little Zackie and the rest of Aladren are out of the running too. And we're ahead of Crotalus." He paused, giving Saul and the rest who were probably hanging on his every word (he knew that if he was in a room with himself, he'd be hanging on his every word) a lopsided grin. "Ok, they're a bit close, but I reckon we've got it in the bag anyhow."
He shrugged, jumped to his feet again and looked around. Where was Ash? Where was Princess and Liz? Where was Sorrel?!
Why were most of the people just standing around, and why did that little firstie Ginger look like she'd just woken up? Didn't they realise that this was supposed to be a celebration? A party?
And they called themselves Pecari...
"Come on, guys! Does anyone know how to get one of those Elf guys in here? We need food! We need drink! We need.... wait, no, it's ok," his grin turned even more bright and cheeky, "we've already got me here."\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The entrance to the Pecari Common Rooms being a suit of armour out in the gardens was useful for the outdoorsy types. The twins had made use of this luxury when designing their jogging route. They didn’t religiously jog every day, just when the mood took them. They were the sort of people, however, who the mood took more frequently than most. Especially the nearer it got to going home, and the more they should have been revising, or packing.
Finishing where they had started off, they panted the password, and stepped into the refreshingly cool castle.
“A drink sounds good to me,” Ash grinned, picking up the tail end of Stephen’s monologue. “Aquor,” he cast, only flicking his wrist a little at the end, in order to send a light spray over his face. He rubbed it back along his hair line, licking the drops off his upper lip. “Fancy some?” he asked Stephen, grinning and aiming the wand at him.
“And, wonderful as you are Stephen,” Sorrel chimed in, “we can’t exactly eat you. So you’re not really a substitute. What’s with the attempted buffet anyway? Did you miss lunch or something?”\n\n
0Sorrel and AshNot elf guys, but will we do?0Sorrel and Ash05
"There you are," Stephen shouted, avoiding Ash's wand and grabbing Sorrel and Ash each by an arm to drag them into the centre of the room in one movement. "Not from you, dude," he quipped at Ash before grinning and replying to his best friend. "Nah, nothing like that, Sorrie. We're having a party! Because we've got the house points wrapped up for this year. Almost," he added, at his honest streak's urging. "We're gonna win, and Crotalus are going down. Can you imagine that old guy in the portrait's face when we do it again? He hates us beating them. I remember back in first year... don't you? Hilarious."
No one seemed to be doing anything about getting supplies for their party. There was no food, no drinks, no music. It really was a travesty.
Turning from his friends again for a moment, he addressed the room as a whole. "Come on guys! You do know what a party is, right? If you really want to be able to call yourselves Pecari... let's get it going!"
The usual morning din had begun downstairs in the Pecari Common Room as Elizabeth was just finishing throwing some clothes into her trunk. For once in her life, Liz was early for something. It was definitely an accomplishment. With a sigh, she put her hands on her hips to survey her work. So it wasn't the neatest packing job ever to be seen, but it'd do for now. Lizzie was just pulling up her hair into a ponytail when the normal noise downstairs was punctuated by Stephen calling out.
Liz counted the seconds... 1... 2... 3...- and then came the loud thump of Stephen being thrown into the middle of the commons by the Corridor Ride. She laughed and shook her head, knowing that it had to be something important that he was so excited about. Lizzie made it downstairs to see the twins returning from their jog. She casually stepped over the back of one of the couches in the middle of the room, taking a seat.
"So what are we celebrating today, Stephen?" she asked, a grin on her face. \n\n
0ElizabethI bet there's food here somewhere...0Elizabeth05
"That sounds like the go ahead for you to drench him, Sorrie," Ash grinned. Before his sister could react, they were both dragged to spots of honour in the centre of lead in points was probably more in spite of, than because of them). Ash grinned over at Liz as she joined the proceedings, disentangling himself from Stephen's grip.
"Pecari's victory," he answered, even though Liz had addressed Stephen. "Early," he added with a grin. "Apparently we are unbeatable now, and get to go annoy that portrait guy again.
So up and celebrating please, Miss Lavine," he grinned, pulling her to her feet, "This is a party, and music has been called for, which means dancing," he grinned, twirling her around, "Your area of expertese, if I remember rightly," he grinned, putting an arm around her waist to support her as he tipped her back, tango-style. \n\n
0AshWhat, going mouldy under the sofa? Nice...0Ash05
"Pecari's victory," Ash explained to her before pulling her up and twirling her about. Liz flushed a rather amazing red color as he mentioned dancing as her specialty. That rouge only grew as Ash dipped her. Lizzie laughed as he did so, adding coquettishly, "You're not so bad yourself, you know."
Liz grinned almost moronically, but found that she was compeltely unable to control it. There was nothing she could tell herself to make her stop grinning like a chesire cat. Stupid, she scolded herself, you look like an idiot. He's a good friend, don't screw this up. She instead straightened up from her dip, looked around expectantly, and then looked back at Ash.
"Well, I don't hear any music Mr. Craven... Unless, of course, you plan to entertain us with music of your own?" she laughed a bit, taking her hand from his to brush back some stray ebony wisps from her face.
Ginger rubbed her eyes, and tried to take in everything that was happening. So many people were appearing, she recognized all of them, and two of them as her quidditch captains. She yawned a couple of times, and stretched while listening to everyone talk about this celebration. It was a good thing that Pecari was most likely going to win, but this was a very sudden celebration.
This was an interesting way to wake up, and it was nice to know that she had an opportunity to get to know her housemates a bit better. The funny thing about there being a sudden party, was that no one had bothered to assign jobs for people to get anything. There were no refreshments. Ginger suddenly thought about something. "Um, I have a 24 pack of soda if anyone wants any, and two boxes of twinkies," it was her personal stash of goodies from her parents.
She ran into her dormitory, and came out with a 24 pack of coke, and two boxes of twinkies. "Um yay?" she said with a small smile. She felt a bit odd, being in front of so many people, but this was all in good fun right? \n\n
Your blush begs to differ from indifference
by Ash
"I am," he told Lizzie, mock sternly. "I am an absolutely rubbish dancer, and I won't have you slandering my good and manly reputation by saying otherwise, you hear me?" he grinned, tapping her on the nose. "As for me providing the music, the only songs I know all the way through would have words that make a lady such as yourself blush. Again," he smiled, trying not to laugh out loud at her. He wasn't sure why she was blushing so much, except that that was what girls did. But Liz wasn't girly-blushing-girly-girl, so he figured it was some product of her Pureblood upbringing.
"Thanks Ginge," he grinned at his Seeker, helping himself to cokes for him and Liz.
"Saul, ain't your family performers or something? How about you provide the entertainment?" he asked, not really aware what that meant he was letting the assembled company in for. \n\n
0AshYour blush begs to differ from indifference0Ash05
'begs to differ' that ain't Ash talking...
by Stephen
"What manly reputation?" Stephen interrupted to ask Ash, almost laughing at the way he'd been dancing with Lizzie. "You've got a girl's name for a start," he pointed out, grinning and backing up just slightly, "and now," his voice changed slightly as the next few words were sung in a terribly off-key tone, "you're the dancing queen..."
He made a strategic retreat, jumping a chair to make sure there were obsticles between him and retaliation when he too noticed the cokes.
"Brilliant! Ginge, you're the best," he winked at the first year, grinning even as he snagged a couple. Still moving, half because it was what he liked to do, and half because it meant that Craven attack would thus need more effort he opened one, chugging down half as he continued. "Come on Saul," he urged, keeping an eye on the twins, "Ash's right. Let's see what you can do, little dude."\n\n
39Stephen'begs to differ' that ain't Ash talking...0Stephen05
It's the title. They're never anything to do with the post
by Ash
"Quidditch season's over dude," said Ash, shoving the cokes into Lizzie's hands and leaping over the back of the sofa. "If I snap your legs off, they can still be reattached before the new season."
He dived after Stephen as he paused for coke, but the other boy moved out the way.
"Impedimenta!" he cast at Stephen's legs. He hadn't got the jinx down to full blown stopping someone in their tracks, but he was pretty good at putting people into what was effectively slow motion with it. He'd had to look up some more effective mobility restricting magic after Sorrel got too good at blocking the leg locker curse. He sent a stinging hex after Stephen too, so that if he blocked the impedimenta, he hopefully wouldn't be able to get a shield up in time to ward off the second spell. \r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
0AshIt's the title. They're never anything to do with the post0Ash05
Liz was slightly taken by surprise when Ash shoved the two cans of... what did they call them again? Oh, yeah, Coke. Muggle soda of some sort. She'd tried the stuff before because of her brothers and their curiosity. A second later, she was laughing at the two going after each other. It was odd just how much the Pecari house was like things at her own home.
The thought then came to her that Pecari really was her home. All other slightly awkward thoughts cleared from her head, Lizzie grinned at Ash's threats to break Stephen's legs.
"Oh please, Ash, If you break his legs, who will play Keeper for us?" she added with a comfortable laugh, "And besides, then we'd have to put him in rehab, and Merlin knows we don't need any more injured players."
BIC: Ginger felt very fortunate that her house was having a good year. They had won the quidditch game, and they had the most house points. This was also a wonderful time to get to know her fellow housemates. She was very happy to see that most of them were not like Grim or Morgain.
Steven was very enthusiastic, and pretty nice for the most part, he seemed a bit cocky, but Ginger figured most boys were at that age. Saul was someone who was very nice to her as well whenever she saw him. She thought the craven twins were very very interesting. She liked them none the less though, they were very nice to her, and she was glad that they gave her quidditch position to her.
She burst into fit of giggles when Ash casted that spell on Stephen. She opened a coke, and opened a twinkie. "That's pretty entertaining," she said with a smile. She rubbed her eyes again. \n\n
0Ginger Silverstein2 Victories at the party :).1484Ginger Silverstein05
The impedimentia curse nicked Stephen even as he moved to get out of the way and he stumbled, which luckily meant he escaped the backup stinging hex.
"Hey!" he protested, still laughing at Ash. "No fair, man, I haven't got my wand with me." But, he wasn't exactly unarmed either. The can he'd already started was mostly spilled around and on him but there was still the other. He grinned wickedly and started to shake it. The effect of Ash's spell was already starting to fade too, so he pushed himself along a bit and jumped back to his feet, still shaking the can, grin managing to widen further.
He aimed and opened it, sending a spray of coke partly in Ash's direction and also pretty much everywhere else as well. He'd managed a pretty good circuit of the room by this stage, and wasn't too far from where he'd left Sorrel. He made sure that she and Lizzie didn't escape getting drenched.\n\n