Storming off: Fail on Crotalus Commons

Oliver Abbott

April 05, 2010 5:32 PM

Storming off: Fail by Oliver Abbott

Oliver wasn't sure whether he was more furious or humliated. His ex-grilfriend had just poured a plate of pasta onto his head, at the opening feast, in the hall, in front of everyone (or in the presence of everyone, anyway, regardless of whether or not they were looking). He was in seventh year, and a Quidditch captain, and had earned some respect, right? So why was that the last thing he had received today? So okay, his relationship with Hannah hadn't been that great, and maybe he could have been more tactful about eyeing up other girls, but did he deserve to be doused in spaghetti? Probably said a tiny voice, which Oliver decided to ignore.

Having stormed from the feast, Oliver continued to stomp through the corridors, intent on showering off tomato sauce remnants (those bits his cleaning charm hadn't removed) from his hair and neck. However, when he got to the portrait of Gunter the Zombie, Oliver realised he didn't know the password. he swore at the painting a few times and kicked the wall beneath it, before accepting defeat and gently banging his head against the wall next to it, instead. What a fabulous start to the year. Really, it was beyond wonderful. he couldn't have planned it...

Oliver's head snapped round suddenyl as he was aware of someone behind him. "I don't know the password," he said lamely, but at least explaining why he was stood out in the corridor.

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Lutece Anthony

April 05, 2010 6:06 PM

Our lives would make a great comedy programme by Lutece Anthony

It had taken Lutece a minute but oh yes, she had seen where Oliver was. And she was immediately sorry for having been nice to Hannah on the eve of her downfall. What right did that stupid Teppenpaw have to steal Oliver from her? They had eaten dinner at the Opening Feast together for six years, and now that stupid...stupid...Vogon was ruining that too! Fuming, the brunette glared at her plate, hoping it would move so she would have an excuse to stab it. After a moment, she thought about the possibility of hexing Hannah—yes, she was Head Girl, thanks for asking—but that thought was immediately curtailed by her yearmate dumping spaghetti on Oliver’s head.

Irritated as Lutece was, she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of her friend’s hair dripping spaghetti. Oliver was so serious all the time that a little bit of sauce on his head might do him some good. But then he Vanished it (or something) and stalked off. Lutece assumed he was going to the Crotalus commonroom, and also assumed that he had forgotten that only the prefects and Heads of Houses knew the password at the moment. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of making him suffer. He deserved it, stupid boy.

After that moment, the brunette’s altruism won over and she left her spot at the table to go and let Oliver in to the Crotalus Commons. Or not...but Lutece didn’t think it would be a very good idea for her finally to take Talitha’s advice on her first day of her official position as Head Girl. Being proactive in relationships was one thing, but it probably didn’t involve stalking the boy in question and then kissing him right after he had been spaghettied.

Oliver’s head snapped around as soon as Lutece turned the corner, and she couldn’t help but grin at his comment about passwords. Idiot. He also had a piece of spaghetti nestled between his neck and the back of his robe, which she promptly levitated and hung in front of his nose with a somewhat wicked grin, and a glisten to her blue-green eyes.

“Care for a reprise?” she asked innocently. “What did you do to the—poor girl—“ she barely got that out without gritting her teeth. “anyway?”

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Oliver

April 05, 2010 6:16 PM

We should be paid for this by Oliver

Lutece. Of course ot was Lutece. yes, she knew the password, but she could also see him with spaghetti on him - which she seemed to delight in pointing out by hovering it in front of his face. Instinctively, Oliver was angry and irritated. He tried to scowl at her past the pasta dangling before him, but his expression changed without his permission, and he seemed to be smiling.

"What did you do to the poor girl?" Lutece asked, and she seemed torn between irritation and amusement, too.

"I broke up with her," Oliver said, pushing his hands again into his pockets and managing to sound both sheepish and nonchalant. He was trying for a care-free, happy-go-lucky, it was coming anyway attitude, but somehow felt very self-conscious admitting to Lutece that he had joined the small group of single, straight, normal boys in their year who weren't Josiah. In fact, he brought the total up to one. He looked at Lutece, somehow unable to stop grinning like a shcool boy.

"Just let me in, okay?" he asked her, gesturing at the zombie which was groaning continuously in the background. "I'm all... spaghettied."

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Lutece

April 06, 2010 5:02 PM

Some compensation would be nice by Lutece

Probably it hadn’t been a good idea to bring up the oh-so-recent humiliation of the spaghetti, but Lutece couldn’t help it. And after a moment, Oliver’s face shifted from irritation, to half-irritation, to a full out grin. He looked cute, grinning. Had he gotten new glasses? It wasn’t as good as the contacts she kept telling him to get, but they certainly looked better. Really, at this point, harassing him about his headwear was more habit than actual opinion. If Oliver got contacts, Lutece would have nothing left to steal from him, and her life would be monumentally duller.

It was cute, the way he acted when he admitted he’d broken up with Hannah. Lutece had honestly expected something along those lines. There were very few things that could get a plate of spaghetti splattered over someone’s head, but that was definitely one of them. Lutece wasn’t sure how she would react in the situation—with both skaters it had been more hooking up than actual dating—but she was pretty sure that dumping spaghetti on whoever dared dump her wouldn’t be beyond her abilities. Not by a long shot.

“Baby,” she grinned at Oliver, then brushed past him to give Gunter the password. The zombie portrait swung open to reveal the Crotalus Commons, which Lutece entered. She probably shouldn’t make fun of Oliver anymore than she already had. It was probably ridiculously detrimental to his self esteem and all that...but it was also hilarious. An unfortunate conflict of interests, really.

“Hope that’s taught you not to break up with girls with food around,” the brunette commented mildly, watching Oliver. There was another piece of spaghetti lingering on his sleeve, and she leaned in to pluck it off, dangling it in front of his face warningly. “Way to break our tradition, too,” Lutece added wryly. She was still peeved at that. Six years, for Merlin’s sake!

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Oliver

April 06, 2010 5:25 PM

Maybe expenses paid by Oliver

Did she just call him a baby? Oliver's mortification levels were already too high for this to have any effect so he wordlessly followed her into the commonroom. It was comforting to be in familiar territory again. The commons were empty, and it was peaceful. Well, it would have been if Lutece wasn't teasing him about his break up and the resulting spaghetti. Oddly, though, Lutece teasing him was comforting, too.

"Yeah, I've learned my lesson," he said, sounding suitably chided but still not managing to wipe the grin off his face. He wouldn't break up with girls around food ever again, he would make a point of it. The bit about breaking tradition, though. Lutece seemed genuinely upset about that, and all Oliver could do was grin a little more.

"What do you mean, breaking tradition?" he asked her playfully. "I'm here, you're here...." he paused. It was actually much nicer being in the commons with Lutece than back in the Hall with everyone else, whether he'd just broken up with someone or not. He didn't see any reason they couldn't continue their tradition of the Opening Feast together with a twist - commons just the two of them instead of in the Hall with everyone. Why not? Oliver took the spaghetti from her hand. "We have food," he dared to drape the pasta strand over Lutece's head. He even spared a thought for her hair, but if his was ruined and in need of a shower, it wouldn't harm her to be the same way. "What more do you want?"

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Lutece

April 08, 2010 6:16 PM

hm, I dunno, things got really predictable all of a sudden by Lutece

The Commons were unexpectedly...serene. Lutece was a little unnerved by the quiet; usually around this time, she was making fun of Oliver in his glasses in the Cascade Hall. Not to mention that the Commons were never usually quiet. Yes, she would imagine that Crotalus House was somewhat more sedate than Pecari would be, but that hardly meant that the Commonroom was actually quiet. No, there was usually some sort of noise going on somewhere, as in the dorms. The quiet was somewhat unnerving and made Lutece feel moderately uncomfortable. She was actually alone with Oliver in a way that they hadn’t really been before.

Instinctively, Lutece squeaked and batted the piece of spaghetti away when Oliver draped it over her head. Grossgrossgross! Now she would have spaghetti sauce all over her hair, and she’d have to shower on her first night back which she hated doing—but on the other hand, she would get to use her brand-new strawberry shampoo again. That made her smile a little bit on the inside. The shampoo was amazing, it smelled perfectly of fresh strawberries, and made her hair feel so clean. Magical hair-care products were the best.

”What more do you want?”

Lutece could definitely think of something. She looked at Oliver. They were alone. Nobody was going to come in, because nobody but prefects knew the passwords and the Feast would be going on for awhile yet. But...Lutece was the Head Girl. She had just been polite to Hannah. Oliver had just broken up with Hannah. Now was so, so not the time to take Talitha’s advice and ‘just go for it’. No, not the time. But would there be a better time?

So the seventh year stepped closer to Oliver and kissed him. On the lips. Very, very briefly, before she pulled back and blushed a deep pink.

“Nope, think I’m good now,” she managed, praying her voice wasn’t as squeaky as it felt like.

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Oliver

April 09, 2010 3:32 PM

I see your point by Oliver

After she had batted away the spaghetti (at least Oliver wasn't the only one with sauce on his head now, haha), Lutece stepped a little closer. Just an inch or so, but it was plenty. The empty commonroom was more than comforting right now; it was almost promising. It was an opportuntiy. Lutece obviously thought so, too. as she surprised Oliver and made the first move. She kissed him.

It was short, and sweet, and Lutece looked incredibly desireable as she blushed, her voice sounding as light as Oliver's head felt. He grinned back down at her - he seemed to have more height on her than he'd remembered. This moment - this is why he'd had to break up with Hannah. Fate totally had a hand in it. Yes, it was painful, and humiliating, but it had created this opportunity. Oliver was barely thinking these thoughts right at that moment. All he could think about was that he was still there with Lutece, and whether she would mind him kissing her again. he doubted it.

"You're good now," Oliver repeated. He lowered his head and kissed her again, still softly because this was very new and still bizarre on some level, but he also had a need to hold her close, so he put one arm around her waist and rested his palm against her lower back. He lifted his head once more, and put his other arm round her, too. "And now you're trapped."

Inside, he was singing and dancing. This had gone from the worst day ever to the best day ever in just five minutes. It was phenomenal.

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Lutece

April 10, 2010 8:17 AM

Not that I'm complaining, mind by Lutece

Okay, so maybe Lutece had been waiting for absolute ages for something like this to happen, and maybe this was the only reason she didn’t like Hannah anyway, and maybe this was like, nine hundred billion times better than hooking up with skater boys at the Inner Harbour...but that didn’t make her pathetic, right? She didn’t even care that she totally had spaghetti like, all over her, because for once things were working out. Oliver kissed her, and then held her, and Lutece was in a very, very good mood. Talitha had been right!

On the other hand, she was probably breaking so many school rules that it wasn’t funny. And on the other, other hand, she really didn’t care. Oliver was finally interested in her, and it was fantastic. And she didn’t even have to make Hannah’s life miserable. Sure, Lutece might have felt bad if Hannah hadn’t dumped spaghetti on Oliver’s head. But in the brunette’s mind, this more-or-less constituted fair play. If the breakup was figuratively messy, Lutece might have felt a bit of remorse because she would probably murder anyone who hooked up with someone after they’d broken up with her—or at least this close after. But because Hannah had clearly been done with Oliver, there was no problem.

Looking up at Oliver with blue-green eyes, Lutece smiled in satisfaction. “Trapped?” she asked, thankful that her voice seemed at least a little bit more normal. “I mean, oh no!” she faked outrage to the best of her current ability. “Whatever shall I do?” the Crotalus stuck her tongue out at Oliver teasingly. She had absolutely no problem with the way things were going at the moment.

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Oliver

April 14, 2010 6:33 PM

Me neither by Oliver

Lutece didn't seem any more upset about being trapped than Oliver was about trapping her. She poked her tongue out, teasing him in more ways than one. Oliver simply raised a semi-mocking eyebrow. He couldn't trust himself to open his mouth to speak, because he would probably just try to kiss her again. In fact, if he could just spend all night kissing Lutece that would be perfect. A jolt in his stomach agreed with him as he moved one hand to brush an errant strand of hair back from her face.

Was there anything to stop him from just kissing her all evening? certainly not right now - the commonroom was deserted except for the two of them. that wouldn't last, though. There would soon be huddles of pureblood girls, including his own sister and... ah, Hannah's sister, too. Well that probably wouldn't be the best... actually, now Oliver thought about it (damn his brain), being with Lutece immediately after breaking up with Hannah might not be the smartest move ever. In terms of, well, emotions and stuff. Right now, Oliver was finding it very very hard to care about things like that. He'd had good times with Hannah, to be sure. Fun was had, best left alone now. Why did that mean he had to put off having an amazing time with Lutece? It hardly seemed fair.

"You," he said in a low voice, softly kissing the top of Lutece's ear, "kept me distracted all summer." He hadn't known it was true until that moment, but his fellow sixth year had been shamelessly meandering into his thoughts over the whole holiday. It had a lot to do with needing to end things with Hannah right at the start of the year. "I think..." Oliver paused to grin at the attractive girl in his arms, "I think I might even have missed you."

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