Lari and her muses (sira_ne_biber) wrote in magic_oasis, @ 2010-11-21 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred weasley, log, sylvie fawcett |
sylvie and fred
Who: Sylvie Fawcett and Fred Weasley
Where: Hogwarts
When: 1991
If there was one thing Fred had learnt from growing up with Sylvie Fawcett, it was that she was always up for some fun and trouble making if he was bored. Unless she was already in trouble (which was pretty often), then he wasn't usually allowed to see her. Unfortunately, he'd never had the option of going to Sylvie when bored while at Hogwarts but now that she was a first year that had changed.
He'd used the map to locate where Sylvie was and was now hiding around the corner, ready to jump out at her when she walked past.
Sylvie, of course, had no mischief making map. Her life would be much too easy if she did, and some power seemed to think that her life should have as many curve balls as possible. Hogwarts was just the newest one to contend with. While Sylvie loved Ravenclaw, Claude was giving her as ha hard time about it, and she was curvier than the other first years which was more annoying than anything. Oh, and Snape was an evil git and Binns was going to bore her to death.
With all that on her mind, was it any wonder she had no clue that Fred Weasley was behind the next corner?
Jumping out and saying 'Boo!' was too predictable and a little boring. Instead, Fred waited until Sylvie passed him and then started following her, tapping her on the shoulder when he caught up. He liked to think sneaking up like this and seemingly appearing out of no where was almost as scary as Filch's ability to pop up anywhere, even when he seemed to not be nearby.
Filch he was not, but Sylvie still jumped when she felt the hand on her shoulder.
"Wanker!" she exclaimed, turning to look at him and giving him her best glare, "And what do you want, Fred Weasley?" She couldn't frown long, though. She did like Fred quite a bit. He was pretty cool for a neighbour, after all.
Fred just laughed as Sylvie glared at him. He'd been on the receiving end of glares enough times for them not to really bother him. "I'm bored," he told her honestly. "Figured you'd be up for something fun. Even if you are a boring Ravenclaw now."
"Who told you Ravenclaws are boring? I'll kick their arse," Sylvie asserted. A year or so later, she might've said she'd persuade them otherwise (using her feminine wiles), but at eleven, Sylvie had only started noticing that boys could be kind of cute sometimes. And ergo arse kicking was her first idea, "Then you won't be bored. Unless you had ideas?" Fred usually had good ideas when it came to fun things to do. And at Hogwarts her parents weren't breathing down her neck.
Fred wouldn't have minded if she had used another way to persuade him. In fact, that would be preferable to arse kicking and probably the quickest way to cure him of his boredom. But he'd have to wait a few more years for that from Sylvie.
"It's a well known fact, Fawcett,” Fred informed her. "Percy should've been in Ravenclaw, he's boring." That seemed like perfectly good evidence for Ravenclaw being the boring house, even if Percy was a Gryffindor. "But you're still better than Slytherins," he added.
"I always have ideas," he told her proudly. "Have you explored the castle yet? Or have you been too busy studying like a boring Ravenclaw?"
"Well, I'm in Ravenclaw and anything that I'm in can't be boring," Sylvie pointed out, "I'm like the least boring person in the world." Or so she liked to think.
"I haven't been studying all the time but I haven't seen all of the castle yet, either. It's too big. Why? Is there a hidden pool or something?"
"That is true," Fred agreed. "But before you were in Ravenclaw it was boring," he added. "And I'm less boring than you!" Because he was one half (the better half) of the Weasley twins, that made him extremely not boring.
"No but that would be cool," Fred said thoughtfully. "There's lots of other hidden stuff though." He was hardly going to show her the secret passages into Hogsmeade, but there were plenty of other cool places around the castle.
"If you say so," she said sceptically. From what she'd seen of the older Ravenclaws, they seemed pretty cool to her. Fred obviously was just jealous and hiding it, "And you are totally more boring than me!"
Hidden stuff sounded cool. Unless it was like hidden boring stuff. But who would hide boring stuff? "Like what kind of hidden stuff? Are you talking about the corridor that will kill you, or something else?" Oh yes, Sylvie'd paid attention to Professor Dumbledore when he'd said to stay out - she was curious, but not enough to die.
"Am not," Fred argued back. "I'm Fred Weasley. Boring would be the last word used to describe me." She should've just been happy he agreed she wasn't boring! But she was Sylvie Fawcett so of course she thought she was the least boring person.
"Something else," Fred said. If he was going to go explore that corridor it would be with George, not Sylvie. "But I can't tell you what it is, it will be a surprise."
At least he understood how her mind worked.
"Something, but you can't tell me what," she said slowly, "I feel like I shouldn't trust you, Fred Weasley. In fact, I know I don't trust you. But luckily for you, I'm bored, so I'll go see this mystery thing with you."
"You don't trust me?" Fred said, clasping his heart and looking mock wounded. "And I thought we were friends." Though, if anything, that was probably why she didn't trust him. She was smart, after all.
"Oh shut your gob," Sylvie replied, grumbling, though Fred would know she meant it good naturedly - after all, she figured anyone smart wouldn't trust her either. "Are you going to take me to see this great thing or not?"
Fred nodded. "Come on," he told her, as he started walking again. "But you can't tell anyone," he added. Not that he thought Sylvie would, if he didn't trust her he wouldn't be bringing her along.
"My lips are sealed," Sylvie promised as she trotted to catch up with the older boy, grinning at the prospect of the fun that awaited them.