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Tweak says, "I'll be your garage band king"

Juno MacGuff [Juno] (sacredvessel) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-29 20:05:00

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juno weasley, regulus black

WHO: Juno & Reg
WHAT: Hanging out
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: The Potters' flat
WARNINGS: Beware of ~~Mr & Ms Cute-and-Disgusting?~~ Ms. Cute-and-Disgusting and Mr. Emotionally-Unavailable.

Safely ensconced in James' and Lily's apartment, Juno was attempting--without much success--to teach Dorian to whistle. The miniaturized peacock just strutted and crowed at her haughtily, admiring its reflection in every polished surface it happened by.

"Fine. I'm not speaking to you either," she declared, laughing at the bird's enormous vanity and digging in her backpack for the little, yellow zipper-pouch which contained her bananagrams game. It was faster, and more portable than Scrabble, but just as much fun to annoy the resident wizards with. Or for spelling--get it? spelling--out secret messages. Or not so secret, given the number of people camping out in the Potters' living room.

Maybe she could cajole someone into playing with her if she pouted cute enough.

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arrogant_black
2010-12-30 02:46 am UTC (link)

Some might say that Regulus was much like the gift he'd given to Juno, though he probably looked less frequently in shiny surfaces than the little fowl, but that didn't mean he wasn't still haughty and vain about the stupidest things, like magic and purity. Unlike the bird Regulus knew to keep all that hidden enough so that when people tried to teach him to 'whistle' they didn't throw up their hands and stop talking to him.

He was sitting in one of the chairs, trying to not to be overtly broody as he pretended to read a book, and even if he did look sullen he had a rather legitimate reason this time. He thought about trying to slip out again but that would just attracted Sirius like flies to a rotting corpse and his brother had grown increasingly moody and difficult to deal with with each passing day. It was best to remain within shouting distance, apparently.

And then Juno was before him, with that look on her face, telling all the world she wanted something. It was infuriatingly attractive, and ungraciously unfair, really.

"You want something," he tried to remain focused on the book, though the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, though not so much as to make one think he was actually smiling.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-30 02:56 am UTC (link)

Juno sighed; loud, melancholy, and melodramatic. Working on her impression of the brothers Black, on whom she had once written an essay for creative writing class on 'Zen and the Art of Whine-tasting,' perhaps?

Perhaps.

"How very astute of you," she remarked, mimicking his disinterested smirk as she perched on the arm of his chair. Or rather, leaned. Perching was a bit beyond her skills of balance in her current state of...roundedness. "Whatcha reading?"

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arrogant_black
2010-12-30 06:28 am UTC (link)

Regulus flipped the book over in his hand to star at the cover, it had a stereotypical pirate on the cover with an eye patch and peg leg, waving a curved sword around. Truth be told he hadn't been paying attention much to the story and couldn't really recall what it was about. He pointed to the title on the cover.

"Uh, Treasure Island, apparently." He shrugged and closed the book. Juno would be a far better distraction anyway. He assessed her leaning against the arm of the chair, "So what is it that you want?"

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sacredvessel
2010-12-30 06:38 am UTC (link)

"Uh-huh." Juno opened her mouth to say something about only having seen part of The Muppets version, and then changed her mind on the grounds that she wasn't really in the mood to explain Muppets. At least she'd gotten his attention.

"I could teach you another Muggle game, if you're bored of pirates and wenches," she said, holding up the banana-shaped bag. "It's just like Scrabble, without the board. Or you could take me hostage and use the pieces to write a ransom note."

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arrogant_black
2010-12-30 07:25 am UTC (link)

"There were wenches?" He looked at the book again and raised an eyebrow. Well, he'd only guessed there were pirates because of the cover, his attention span was rather wonky these last few days. He placed the book on the side table and then stood, offering the seat to Juno, she was the pregnant one after all.

"Why not?" It was a distraction that might keep his mind focused on things long enough he might forget his friends were dying all around him. The coffee table was a bit far off and had to be moved closer, once positioned Regulus sat at Juno's feet and placed his hands on the table.

"First question, what words are not allowed?" This was extremely important to know.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-30 07:36 am UTC (link)

"Ah, the truth comes out," Juno teased, shaking her head as they traded places. "You Black boys just love the wenches, don't you?" Of course, she was only teasing. She knew only one of them had been carrying the mistletoe around on purpose.

She shrugged, spilling the tiles out onto the coffee table and turning the letters face down. "The rules are a lot less formal for this version," she said, "Pretty much anything goes. You can rearrange your crossword as much as you want, and we'll each be making our own, so I won't really be able to check up on you anyway."

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arrogant_black
2010-12-30 06:41 pm UTC (link)

Regulus gave a hand with the tile turning process but he still had more questions. "So I make my own crossword, you make your own. If I need to take out a word to fit another word I can. I can use words from my word. And, how many tiles do we each get to start?" He looked expectantly at Juno, these were serious questions, as this was serious business, or at least it was something that he needed to immerse himself in to keep from going nuts in these cramped spaces.

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sacredvessel
2010-12-30 09:02 pm UTC (link)

"Since there's judt two of us, twenty-one," she said, beginning to draw her allotted number as she spoke. "When I say 'Split,' we turn our tiles face up and the game begins. When someone uses up all their letters, they say 'Peel!' and everybody draws one more. If you have a really sucky letter, you can Dump it, in exchange for three more, and the first person to use up all their tiles when the bunch in the middle are gone goes 'Bananas!' And then we inspect for misspelled words."

She smirked as she added one last caveat. "Anything goes, except for proper nouns."

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	arrogant_black 2010-12-31 01:35 pm UTC (link)
	Regulus reached towards the pile of tiles and started pulling out his own, arranging them in neat rows in front of him. A nod to his need for order and structure. "Alright, no proper nouns. I'm ready when you are." He returned her smirk with a challenging look of his own. Juno had experienced by now that Blacks were inbred with a competitive side. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sacredvessel
2010-12-31 05:22 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, split!" Juno said, turning her tiles face up, and giggling almost immediately. The first word she complied was wizard. The second was toil, which she tried to expand into toilet, until she realized that she only had one T.

She robed her Toil(ing) Wizard's rear instead, because he was a boy, and she so did not need to thinking about--let alone looking at--his pork wand. More giggles ensued as a result of that particular train of thought, and she glanced up at her opponent. "Sorry," she said, stifling the snickers as she searched for places to use her remaining tiles. "I am way too easily amused."

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