Teresa Marjory Spinks (feelup) wrote in gbaic, @ 2017-05-18 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, !complete, !scene, c: fawley sullivan, c: flint marcus, c: higgs terence, c: spinks teresa, hogsmeade : hogwarts, p: amber, p: jenn, p: kira |
1991 - It'd Be Weird
The day was calm. The weather had finally let up on the rain and this particular weekend was full of blue skies and perfect weather. Most of Hogwarts made a point to be outside and it helped that it was a Hogsmeade weekend. The best time to get in any sort of practice amongst your friends was when the rest of the student body were off engaging commerism. Teresa had arrived at the Quidditch pitch around 7am. They weren’t supposed to meet until 8 - but she wanted to make sure they’d be able to claim a set of goals. She figured she’d be the representative to do so. Her quidditch gear in tow she plopped down in their usual spot on the bleachers and began working on Ellis Poppey’s 2nd year Transfigurations essay. She’d started offering editing and tutoring services to some of the younger years for extra sickles. It was usually pretty easy and people thought she was a savor with her red ink and their improved grades. “You can’t like Marcus Flint, Teresa,” was an unexpected greeting from 14yo Terence Higgs. It caused Teresa to jump slightly as the boy straddled the bleacher next to her. “What? What are you talking about?” the fourth year Hufflepuff looked confused, but it didn’t stop her from pushing the Slytherin in retaliation for the scare. “I saw you,” the boy offered rather seriously. Teresa looked at Terence as though he’d grown two more heads and his skin was turning green. “Saw me what?” “You keep giving him this look,” Higgs informed. “This dreamy eyed ogling look-” “I do not!” Teresa laughed with amusement and conviction behind her words. “You do…” Terence nodded with equal conviction. “And you can’t like him, Teresa. It’ll make things weird.” “I like him as a friend, that’s all.” “No- You’ve been thinking other things- I see it written all over your face.” “Terence, will you shut up! I don’t like Marcus Flint in a googly eyed sort of way, I promise.” “Teresa,” Terence tilted his head as a parent would to a child caught in a lie. “You always sit next to him first now a days. You definitely spend more time together alone with him. You also beam differently when he finally shows up after being late to stuff.” The look on Teresa’s face was one of pure disbelief. “Terence, you’re being ridiculous. The reason you likely noticed me sitting next to him more is because Sullivan is convinced he can smell Marcus’ body odor. I spend more time with him because he’s having more trouble with his school work than you and Sully. And the reason I get excited when he finally shows up to things is because it means he didn’t get into another fight that landed him in the infirmary, and/or he brought the alcohol and smokes.” Terence stared at the girl for a long moment considering her counter explanation. “Huh… that makes sense too, I guess.” He narrowed his eyes in consideration. “Yeah,” Teresa offered. “Look I know there’s a rumour going around that he and I are an item. We’re not.” “I don’t listen to rumours.” The fourteen year old gave the boy a motherly-caught-you-in-a-lie look. Terence grinned, “Not usually…” He offered a short chuckle. “Alright, fine. I listened to it this time. But you two are getting a lot closer lately and it definitely screams broom closet snogging.” “Gawd,” Teresa leaned her head backwards, “Will everyone just stop imagining Marcus and I in a broom closet please? This is like the fifth time I’ve had this conversation this week!” “Sorry,” the boy laughed. “But you do know you two can’t….. Ever…. Right?” “Terence,” Teresa offered a sympathetic giggle, “It’s a non-issue. And besides even if we were sneaking away to snog in a broom closet - no one would believe it. It makes sense as a rumour. But in real life…. Come on…” Terence narrowed his eyes at the girl. “How do you say things that make no sense and all the sense at the same time.” “It’s a gift,” she shrugged cheekily. Terence grinned having seemed to be convinced his deduction skills were inaccurate for now. “Hey!” Sullivan bounded down the bleachers with Marcus and their quidditch gear in tow. “Are you two up here snogging without us?” Terence and Teresa immediately began laughing. The other two boys waited till they were both done. But the looks on their faces were not as amused. “You two weren’t were you?” Marcus asked a look of complete disgust on his face. “NO!” Teresa burst with a laugh as she stood and took hold of her broom. “For the record. I’m not snogging any of you arseholes! Ever! From this point forward in order for this friendship to continue - my cock is bigger than all of yours, alright?” Marcus and Terence exchanged the same look of mental image disgust. Sullivan, however, considered the thought and then nodded. “It’s probably true.” Teresa pointed at her housemate and declared, “For all of time it is true.” She turned her pointing to Marcus. “And did you bring the quaffle?” Marcus snickering moved to retrieve the quaffle from his sports bag. He tossed it to her and she immediately took off into the air. Terence, still bemused, looked to the other boys. “I think she’s PMS’ing. It’ll pass.” Sullivan fake gagged and shivered as he straddled his broom. “Great that’s all we need.” Marcus watched the passing of the quaffle between the Hufflepuffs before turning to Terence. “But you two weren’t snogging, right? Cause that’d be really fucking weird.” Terence patted the other boy on the shoulder, “We’re on the same fucking page, mate.” |