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Tweak says, "no fighting in the war room!"

Pansy Parkinson (pugface) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-09 00:41:00

WHO: Pansy & Topher.
WHAT: The borrowing of DVD's, mathamagical-ness, and of course, juice!
WHEN: A short while after this.
WHERE: Topher's place.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.

It seemed this place was causing Pansy to act more and more differently every day. She still carried herself a bit too properly, with too perfect posture and too perfect clothes and a too-perfect-for-you attitude, but she was doing things she never would have done back home -- not that laser tag and Star Trek existed back home. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she knew Topher had everything to do with it. So the real question was, why was Topher getting under her skin that way? He would have been a perfect Slytherin, for as manipulative as he had to be to get Pansy Parkinson to actually play a sport.

She managed to Apparate in this place just fine, and it made her feel like she was still a witch, which was something she was grateful for. She was a mess without her wand. She felt like she was practically naked or something.

With a pop!, she appeared out of nowhere right in front of Topher's door. She had to check out the information on her PDA, but she found his place just fine, and once she was there, she gave a delicate knock to the door and waited.

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boygodofneuro
2009-09-10 08:30 pm UTC (link)

"Go away, I"m busy looking for Star Trek," Topher's voice rang peevishly from the back of the apartment. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry, it was an accident!" He frantically rummaged through his things, clearing a small patch in what can only be describe as the organized chaos. Briefly, he wondered why he was even bothering. True, he did like any excuse to talk about lasers and time machines and applied mathematics, but that wasn't it. There was something about this Pansy girl, something interesting. He liked interesting. With a yell of triumph, he thrust the DVDs into the air, pumping his fist once or twice for good measure. Just then, he remembered the knock and, hurrying to the door, yanked it open.

And promptly shut it again.

"Christ on a bicycle, " he breathed as pulled the door open for the second time. "You just took a good two months off my life, I hope you know. My adrenal gland is working overtime." He wandered absently back into the apartment, gesturing for Pansy to follow with a flick of his fingers. "It has been," he checked his watch, "Three minutes and twenty seven seconds since I last spoke to you. That is impressively, nay, impossibly fast."

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pugface
2009-09-10 09:53 pm UTC (link)

At first, Pansy couldn't help but feel quite taken aback by the responses she was getting from Topher through the still-closed door. She'd told him she was coming over, hadn't she? Of course she did -- she distinctly remembered the entire conversation, in fact. Her brows knitted together in confusion, at least, until Topher actually answered the door. ...Then shut it and opened it again.

Surprisingly, Pansy wasn't as huffy about it as she might have been in any other circumstance. Apparently he didn't know just who she was, or what Apparation was, either. She even gave a small, triumphant sort of smirk as she entered the front room, her arms crossing over her chest. "Of course it only took that long. I Apparated here. It would have taken even less time if I didn't have to look up your room number. You didn't exactly tell me, you know."

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boygodofneuro
2009-09-10 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"My room number?" Topher asked peeking his head around the door frame. "Yeah, should've told you, might've helped. What is it?" To say he didn't notice these kinds of things would be a bit of an understatement, and he knew it. He had more important things to think about, at least, that's what he liked to say when Dr. Saunder's complained about his lost keys or the fact that he'd eaten nothing but Coco Puffs for the last three days. He only had so much space in his brain, and something little things like eating got lost in the muddle.

Like now. Harry Potter, what had that been about? He'd read the first three and loved the spells, the characters -Draco was his favorite- and the whole new world, but the details were kind of a blur. "Apparated? Isn't that like a magical fruit or something?" he wondered aloud. He grinned, "What, so I don't know everything. I know, right?" He ran his fingers through his hair while he talked, adding some semblance of order to the mess. "Juice?"

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pugface
2009-09-10 11:27 pm UTC (link)

"It's number 110, apparently," Pansy replied, once again allowing the lightest trace of a smirk to pass over her lips. Actually, it was more of a genuine smile than a smirk, but she didn't see the point in letting him really know that.

As she wandered further inside the place, Pansy glanced around once out of habit. She always liked to know the general layout of the room she was in, where certain pieces of furniture were located, where the windows and the door was, that sort of thing. She didn't really know why, it was just something she'd always done. It didn't even have anything to do with judging the place -- that came later.

"Well, at least you're not some raving lunatic of a fan," she responded, her upturned nose wrinkling a bit. "Apparition is not a magical fruit. It's when a witch or wizard disappears from one place and reappears in another. Usually pretty quickly, too," she added, the smirk widening. "And apple, remember? Or did all of the other information in your head push that out, too?"

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boygodofneuro
2009-09-12 12:57 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, I've turned my back on fandom. I just-" Topher huffed as he staggered to move the enormous pile of television novelisations off of the the only chair. "-really hate the stuff. Oh no, no raving lunacy for me. Remind me never to show you my tattoo." Not that he'd actually hide his interests, au contraire, he took a certain amount of pride in being able to replicate an interstellar teleporter or the origin of the first person shooter. But whatever.

"Apple, right! My thoughts, they get jumbled in thinky sort of a way. And yes, absolutely. But anyway, look at you! Transportation, that's kind of one of the coolest things I've ever heard." He headed over to the refrigerator, carefully rearranging the lab samples and prepackaged lunch meats before pulling out the jug of juice. It was almost empty. With a sigh, he poured Pansy the glass, passing it to her. "It appears as though I'll have to settle for fruit punch. What a cruel twist of fate."

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pugface
2009-09-12 01:44 am UTC (link)

"A tattoo?" Pansy echoed, her brows lifting in interest. "You don't look like the sort of person that would have a tattoo." Then again, the only kind of person that ever had a tattoo in Pansy's mind was a Death Eater, bearing the Dark Mark. She knew it wasn't quite the same here.

Taking the glass of juice from Topher, Pansy gave a smile in his direction. "Well, that's very gentlemanly of you, Topher." She took a sip of the juice, finding that she would have liked some firewhiskey in that moment, but it was better than nothing.

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