Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-04 22:05:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | dedalus diggle, lynsey macfusty |
Lynsey & Danger
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY notjulienne)
Who: Lynsey MacFusty & Danger Diggle.
Where: The Lake.
When: PREDATED to Saturday, October 6th.
What: A picnic to catch up!
Status: Incomplete.
Rating: PG-13 for Danger's mouth?
"Look! How pretty. I should take Jules out here tomorrow. She's been so stressed lately." Twirling down the slight slope towards the lake, Lynsey nearly stumbled, a whirl of red hair and blue scarf as she tried to look at all of it at once. The leaves turning colourful and firey before they'd fall (and then she'd have to take Jules or the Ravenclaws out to throw leaves at one another, because it seemed like something one should do) and the lake, and the various other students out and about and the sky. It was rather hard to look at everything all at once, so she laughed at herself and settled for looking back at her friend, and then out at the lake. "Although I think she feels better about the dance, now. We're going as muggle queens; She's going to be Elizabeth, and I'm going to be Mary, Queen of the Scots."
Lynsey had been keeping up a stream of light chatter, filling in the blanks of what she'd been up to as they'd come down from the commons right to the point where they finally reached the lakeside and she plopped down without any thought of what the grass might do to already slightly battered jeans (having most noticeably a gaping hole on her right knee) and waiting for Danger to do the same. "I think this was a very good idea," she added, cheerful. "It really has been a while, hasn't it?"
Danger followed very attentively, hanging on to every word that Lynsey threw out to him. He loved the way that she spoke so freely, so openly. It was something that he admired about her, because she was the opposite of him -- open, free, a kindred spirit in a world full of dreary souls.
"I admit, I like the idea of the Great Queen for you," he offered, following behind, toting an awkwardly large picnic basket that he bribed a house elf to help him with, in exchange for ten quid and a rather large cigar in his "secret stores." Even though it cost him, It was good enough for Danger -- afterall, he valued Lynsey's friendship in a big way, and no cost was too great for her.
Allowing her to pick a patch of dark green grass among the colours of the fall, Danger did the only traditional thing that he could do: he spread a checkered cloth across the ground for their meal. Except it wasn't a checkered cloth -- it was an old cloak hexed in a checkered pattern. It looked out of place, but it worked for his purposes. Setting the basket in the middle, Danger allowed himself to lower on the soft green mat below.
And for a moment, Danger just took in the beauty and the peace around him. It was a peace that he hadn't known in over a month, and it transported him back to years ago, when they were all buck third years, with nothing more than dreams and ambitions fueling them. It was a good time to be alive.
He looked back at his friend; a genuine grin across his face. "Its been all too long, my friend," he said, reaching into the basket for two bottles. "And I'm glad that you were able to make it out for a change -- I've missed you!" He was being more candid and honest than he had been in a long time, but something about Lynsey brought that out about him -- and that wasn't a bad thing.
"It was Julienne's idea," Lynsey told him happily, always pleased to sing the praises of either of her beloved sisters--even if Julienne was the one she knew the most of, Misty's relationship with the twins being somewhat strained--just as she was always happy to praise her friends. "We've owled mum to ask if she could send us something to wear that would fit, so it should work out well. I know costumes aren't really required, but it's half the fun of October, don't you think? And of parties. Although it's really rather odd that it's mandatory to attend." Turning to Danger and leaning back on her hands as she frowned a little, curious, Lynsey went on, "What do you think that is? Another Unity idea?"
Trailing off, she sighed happily, not at all bothered even if it was, accepting one of the bottles with a smile. Lynsey was hardly ever not candid--it never occured to her to try. "And I hope we'll be able to see one another more often now. I think I'm getting the hang of being a prefect, and as for OWLs, it's not good to study all the time, is it?"
"But how are you?" Turning to give all her attention to Danger rather than the lake, Lynsey leaned forward, bright-eyed and flushed from the walk. "I've been talking too much about Julienne and me, I think."
Danger laughed when she trailed off, turning the attention to him. There was something about her that he just couldn’t seem to get enough of. Danger always figured that it was her kind nature, and her good will towards all living beings. There was not a mean bone in Lynsey’s body, nor was there a bad thing to say about the girl. In fact, the only time that Danger had seen her face contort into a frown is when he accidentally called her sister by her name once…which, subsequently, started a minor argument between the two.
But bygones were bygones. At least at this very moment they were. Danger didn’t hesitate to remove the top of his bottle, as he sat forward, as if to tell Lynsey a grand tale.
“OWL tests are nothing,” he offered with all honesty. “In fact, I breezed right through them. Except potions. Bastard test took me three attempts!” he swore at the no-longer relevant tests. “It doesn’t get interesting until you get to the NEWTs, anyways. THEN, does it turn slightly entertaining.”
With a smile, Danger raised his bottle to his friend. “To friendship, then?” She was being caned and honest, and it was a wonderful thing, he thought. Even if this is how she was all the time, it made their friendship more endearing.
“I,” he began, when she prodded to know more about him. “I…am doing okay,” he said with an honest tone. “Being in H Division last month with Slughorn really taught me a thing or two,” he admitted. “I can’t say that I’d ever want to repeat that level of Hell again, but it was a good experience.” Taking a swig out of his bottle, he continued. “But I’m glad its over. And now, I can start working on more pertinent things. Such as, what I’m doing for this ball…” his voice trailed off. Danger was tempted to ask her there and then to escort him to the ball…but perhaps, JUST perhaps…it may be too soon.
Pulling off the cap of her bottle, Lynsey carefully stuffed it in her pocket; wasn't there a younger year who collected them, after all? She'd find him later today and offer it to him. She did not once turn away from Danger, all animated interest; he always had a way of making things seem fascinating, and even if she thought sometimes he might exaggerate, Lynsey never really minded. He usually didn't exaggerate when he was talking to her alone, anyway.
"I hope I'll feel the same, though. Although I don't think I'm anywhere near as worried as others are. If that's good or bad." Lynsey shrugged easily, not given to stressing over test; she preferred to study a little bit at a time, just an hour or two a day, or when she had the time or notion, and it usually ended up better than those she'd seen cramming right before a test.
"To friendship," Lynsey agreed, brightening absurdly at such a small thing and taking a small sip.
She listened calmly to Danger as he went on, although there was a crease of worry on her brow--things had been so troubled already this year, and for him especially--and even outside of him. It seemed to be building to something, sometimes... "I'm glad it's over, too." Lynsey told him, quieter than she had been before. "You weren't very happy during it."
But there were happier things to talk of, now. "What about an armyman?" It seemed a reasonable idea, for Lynsey. "You like things like that, don't you? So that could be fun. Or did you mean something other than costumes?"
Danger, over all, wasn't happy about the way things were going this year. The opening of the journals seemed to bring out the best and the worst in everybody -- including himself. And by no means could he say that he was happy with the way he acted in the past month, but he could also say that he didn't do everything to defend his own position. It was easy to say that Danger was a very proud fellow -- it was also acceptable to say that he took that over the edge on many occasions.
"Well, lets just be honest about it," he said, taking another sip from his bottle, looking out at the lake. "I wasn't. But, you get some bint lying about your position, and next thing you know you're chained up like some sort of evil beast!" He shook his head, his curls moving from side to side as he spoke. He wasn't going to justify his actions, but he wasn't about to not stand his ground. "But...its over now. Its said and done with. I've done my porridge, and I think I'll leave it at that."
Danger wanted to leave it at an unhappy memory -- nothing more, nothing less, and nothing between. And, in his mind, it would be filed away with the rest of his horrid memories.
On the topic of Masquerade Costumes, Danger looked over at his friend with a gleam in his eye. "You know, I could be a Marine," he offered, opening a flap of the basket to see what the House Elves provided him with. "But I'm practically a Marine every day...with the camoflauge and pith helmet and what not..." Selecting a sandwich, Danger offered to his guest first, before finding another for himself. "I mean, it would be easy...but I want more of a challenge. I want something that's never been done before." Digging depeer in the basket, Danger thought and thought, his voice getting more muffled from within. "I mean...there's got to be something that hasn't been done yet...right?"
And that's when it stuck him. The fact that she asked about more than costumes finally crossed his mind, and for a second, his head was stuck in the basket. Did he want more than costumes to be discussed? Absolutely! Did he know what to say? Absolutely not! So with that, Danger was quick to dislodge his head, and announce his costume idea with pride.
"George S. Patton," he blurted, seemingly rapidly. "I'll go to the ball as General George S. Patton."