Teresa Marjory Spinks (feelup) wrote in gbaic, @ 2017-05-18 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, !bonus, !complete, !scene, c: fawley sullivan, c: flint marcus, c: higgs terence, c: spinks teresa, hogsmeade : hogwarts, p: amber, p: jenn, p: kira |
1987 - 1st Impressions
“How is this fair?” Sullivan Fawley asked as he and Teresa Spinks made their way to the library. “Most everyone else got put into groups with Gryffindors and Ravenclaws! We get put in a group with two Slytherins!” “Just because they’re Slytherins doesn’t mean this is going to be awful,” the big eyed girl shrugged. “Besides mathematically it was going to happen to someone.” “Uh… no. Do you know anything about anything?” Sullivan asked, “Marcus Flint is a repeat first year! He’s a Neanderthal! Beats up people just because he can. And from what I can tell he’s kind of an idiot! You heard him answer Professor McGonagall’s question the other day - bloke doesn’t even speak full sentences.” “Just because he’s shy doesn’t mean he’s stupid. Have you ever spoken to him?” “No…” “Then stop passing judgement before you meet him, will you?” “I’m not passing judgement. I’m making very obvious observations about how awful this is going to be… How really terribly awful it’s going to be, Spinks!” “It’s one project,” Teresa offered, “Just suck it up for two weeks and you’ll be fine.” “But! But what if they kill us, Teresa?” Sullivan offered seriously, “Higgs would certainly know how to kill a person with how many creepy books he reads. And Flint’ll definitely know where to hide a couple bodies in the dungeons - he’s been here a whole year longer than us!” Teresa snickered at the idea. . “Why are you laughing? I’m serious!” the 1st year boy offered as they turned into the library. “You’re being ridiculous. Just be nice and we’ll be fine.” “Nice!?” Sullivan whispered now that they were in the library. “I’ll have you know I’m very nice! But once the murdering starts I’m not holding it in!” Teresa rolled her eyes a grin of amusement on her face as she spotted the two slytherin boys near a window seat. She stopped and turned to her fellow housemate. “Just let me do the talking, alright?” “What? Why?” “The whole way here you were trying to convince me that they’re going to murder us.” the young Miss. Spinks placed her hands on her hips. “Probably best if we didn’t bring that sort of thing up in conversation, yeah?” “How can it not come up!?” “Just don’t talk,” Teresa offered, “Listen. Relax. We’ll get through this together…. Not murdered.” The young boy swallowed and nodded. “Okay…. you talk.” As the two Hufflepuffs approached the two Slytherins it was obvious neither pairing was pleased with the assignment. Marcus Flint had his jaw very tightly clenched and his arms folded. Young Terence Higgs, however, was very ready to negotiate. The Hufflepuff’s settled awkwardly into the seats before them and there was a brief moment of silence. “Did you two do the reading?” Teresa started as she began opening her bag for supplies. “Look,” Terence offered, “We’ve been talking it over and we think this’ll be easier if we all just split up the assignments evenly and work independently.” “Uuh… That’s not the assignment,” the Hufflepuff female countered. “The assignment is to write an essay on a topic and then we do a group presentation on it….” Terence pointed out. “So you two write the essay and Flint and I will do the presentation.” “Okay,” Sullivan nodded. “No,” Teresa interrupted. Her hand out in front of the boy to her right as she spoke toward Terence with a defiance in her gaze and tone, “I’m sorry. But I’m not going to get half a grade simply because you don’t want to work with us.” “For the record I’m okay with it--” Sullivan raised a show of hands. But quickly flinched as he was very obviously kicked by his housemate under the table. Marcus fought desperately to mask his grin. “Look,” Teresa offered, “No one here is very pleased about working with each other because you think Hufflepuff’s are stupid. And there’s a general consensus that as Slytherins you’re likely going to murder us by the end of this. But-” “Wait, who said anything about murder?” Terence’s brow was raised by his lips tugging and bemusement. Teresa was thrown off a bit by the question, but she blinked it away with a shake of her head, “People are stupid. We’re doing this right, okay? The way it’s laid out in the worksheet -- Together.” “Teresa,” Sullivan interrupted a look of desperation on his face, “I think we should just do what they want.” “Yeah? And I think we should do the assignment properly.” She looked to the Slytherins before them an expression of challenge radiating from her. “What’s your deal?” Marcus asked. “Yeah, what are you trying to prove?” Terence followed up. Straightening her posture she raised her chin a bit, “Everyone in Hufflepuff is taking bets on how long we’re going to last before we request to work in groups of two.” “Really?” Marcus asked and both Slytherin boys seemed amused by it. “What’s the time frame looking like?” Terence asked. “Three days…” Sullivan answered with a mumble. Teresa was pulling her books out onto the table from her book bag. “Look, I put two galleons on the fact that we’re going to complete the assignment. Together. And we’re going to make at least an Exceeds Expectation on it. It’s a ten to one bet right now meaning we’ll win twenty galleons if we can make it happen.” Terence looked intrigued. “We?” Marcus, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. Equally unimpressed by the question Teresa answered, “Well I’d split the winnings with you lot, obviously.” The Slytherins shifted in their seats a moment and exchanged a look. Leaning in to discuss it amongst themselves the boys began to whisper. Sullivan looked to Teresa with a slight surprise at the deal - the girl looked very sure of herself. “Alright,” Terence spoke once he and his housemate rejoined the table. “How do you want to start?” Teresa didn't bother to mask her smile of accomplishment. She absently elbowed Sullivan who seemed a bit more motivated now, “Well… let’s pick a topic and go from there?” The boys proceeded to retrieve their own books so the work could begin. |