Regina Avery does not throw tupperware parties. (prettily) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-26 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-09, [ log ], regina avery, susan bones |
WHO: Susan Bones and Regina Avery.
WHAT: Becoming best friends forever.
WHEN: BACKDATED; Tuesday evening, September 24.
WHERE: Just outside Hufflepuff.
WARNINGS: Hugs and love, obviously!
STATUS: Complete.
As needed, Regina could suppress annoyance - or at least the physical manifestation of it. Frankly, if her journey up to the front of the Great Hall that morning hadn’t been a demonstration of how well she could falsely display pleasure in the face of pure irritation, nothing would be. But it was this rather specialized and practiced skill that she called upon as she finally approached the door to the Hufflepuff Commons, a place where (she rolled her eyes inwardly) she’d probably be spending a lot of her time in future. Such was the wonder of the new administration. Putting that firmly from her mind as she approached her “new house” and her waiting yearmate, the young Avery smiled distantly at Susan Bones as if there were nowhere else she’d rather be than traipsing the hall to visit her and receive the newsletter that had outed her and her boys as potential threats. Honestly, could this day get any longer? “Reginaaaa!” Susan said, greeting the Slytherin with an oversized smile and outstretched arms. In her hand was a single copy of the Phoenix Press. “May I call you that? Regina? Or would you prefer Reginey? Gena? Genie. Oh, that’s it: Genie.” If Susan was going to have to put up with a Slytherin for a prefect, she was going to have some fun. “Come here, give me a hug!” Her first response was a pair of sharply raised eyebrows and a once-over. If the choice had been between a pin and hugging Susan Bones or no pin and safely in the Slytherin Common Room, there was no doubt in her mind that she’d choose the latter. But here she was, and delaying wouldn’t change circumstances. Pasting on a sickly sweet smile, Regina moved forward into Susan’s arms, hugging her as tightly as the Hufflepuff hugged her in return, even as she rolled her eyes over the other girl’s shoulder. Pulling back just a moment later, she said, falsely cheerful, “A nickname just for me? Why, darling, I’ll have to find a special one just for you.” Then, as if she’d just noticed it, her attention flicked, surprised, to the paper in Susan’s hand. “Why, is that all you were able to find? I thought you said papers.” Hugs were not Susan’s thing, despite how often she seemed to be finding herself involved in them lately, but this one was for a good reason. It was the only way she knew how to not wallow in anger and frustration: have fun. It would probably backfire, she knew, but, well, no one ever claimed she was smart about these things. The hug hadn’t been too painful, at least, even though she gave her a tight squeeze and tried to linger on the hug as long as possible. Then, in response to Regina, she shrugged and tried to look apologetic as she held the paper out for her to take. “I’m sorry. I thought I could find more, but I guess Ernie’s already gone and rounded them all up. He’s such a good Head Boy.” Having lost her breath for the briefest of moments when Susan squeezed her, Regina gave a huffy exhale as a response, reaching down to curtly straighten her blouse even while smiling brightly - too brightly, to tell the truth - back at Susan. “Oh yes,” came her voice, saccharine as it had been since the moment they began. “I don’t doubt that Ernie will make a fine partner.” Reaching for the newsletter, she took it primly between forefinger and thumb as if only wanting to touch it as absolutely little as possible, while a small frown line formed across her forehead; it disappeared as she looked back up at Susan, smiled adoringly. “Thank you, dove. You’ll let me or one of the other members of Student Authority know if you come across any more?” “Oh yes, of course. I’ll go look for more right now,” she promised, though she let her smile drop. It took all her effort not to roll her eyes at this point, and another smile was not going to happen. “Welcome to Hugglepuff, Genie.” |