Post by purplepotatoblob on Jul 29, 2021 15:18:02 GMT 10
Nealan Queenscove didn’t usually like vegetables, and vegetables didn’t seem to like him either.
So it was a relief when something hard hit him on his head, jerking him out of the dream in which he was duelling with a cucumber and the cucumber was winning-- then again, he didn’t like being hit on the head, not when he was on the receiving end of the blow.
“Ouch! Stone Mountain! Merlin, why did you-- Ow!” Another blow struck him hard on his forehead, causing a throbbing bruise. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t going to be happy. Why, Nealan, what a large bruise that is, he mimicked. Come here, my boy. Have you been fighting?
(Note, in this fic Neal and Joren are besties, the two sarcastic dudes need each other's company)
The last blow made a hit, and a furious, fuming Neal glared up into-- warm brown eyes.
“You’re not Joren.” He muttered stupidly.
Brown-eyes glared at him. “Oh, you mean your friend who closed the door in my face? Merlin, if you think I’m him, you’re daft for a Ravenclaw. Kel never told me that much.”
“You know Kel?”
“You really are a meathead. Dom wasn’t kidding.”
“So you’ve been listening to my charming cousin, have you?” Neal’s green eyes glittered dangerously as he drew himself up in the bed, staring at the sudden apparition of a Japanese girl- pretty enough, he thought. Maybe not just pretty- beautiful, with a pinkish complexion, warm caramel eyes and straight ebony hair that hung down to her waist.
“Gorgeous, what did you hit me with?” He pressed a hand to his forehead dramatically. A large bruise was forming there, he was sure. Probably red and swollen, maybe with a trickle of blood for good measure. “I’m bruised all over, and the bruise is bleeding thanks to you, you evil monster.” He groped on his bedside table for his wand. “Now where did I put that dratted wand?”
“Don’t even.” The girl-- Gryffindor, he guessed from the color of her scarf-- reached into her robes and brandished an oak wand, flexible and made from a phoenix feather, according to a Mr Ollivander at the wand shop.
“Hey, that’s mine!” He was momentarily distracted by the thing the girl held-- steel ribbed, and some sort of richly embroidered silk. “And what, fair maiden, is that object of torture that you have used on me?”
“Shukusen.” The girl rolled her eyes at him, obviously not impressed by his dramatic attempts. “Stupid.”
“I am not stupid!” All traces of ardor were gone as Neal lunged for his wand, the girl dodging neatly out of the way.
“Stupid enough to chase me around the room without any clothes on,” the girl giggled, the devil.
Neal stopped short. Spinning to the mirror next to his bed-- he still believed that he was hallucinating-- he realised, to his horror, that he was indeed, naked. With not a single stitch on.
Oh, the indignity! Thank God there was no one there to see Nealan Queenscove, acclaimed wizard, chase a rogue Gryffindor around the room, naked!
“Get out!”
“Geez, I was about to, loser.” He turned to see the door closing with a slam.
“I’ll get you after breakfast!” Neal yelled, but she was gone.
There was something odd about the girl. Intriguing, too.
Some messed up Neal and Yuki content, someone help me beta before I post. This isn’t the entire thing yet though
So it was a relief when something hard hit him on his head, jerking him out of the dream in which he was duelling with a cucumber and the cucumber was winning-- then again, he didn’t like being hit on the head, not when he was on the receiving end of the blow.
“Ouch! Stone Mountain! Merlin, why did you-- Ow!” Another blow struck him hard on his forehead, causing a throbbing bruise. Madam Pomfrey wasn’t going to be happy. Why, Nealan, what a large bruise that is, he mimicked. Come here, my boy. Have you been fighting?
(Note, in this fic Neal and Joren are besties, the two sarcastic dudes need each other's company)
The last blow made a hit, and a furious, fuming Neal glared up into-- warm brown eyes.
“You’re not Joren.” He muttered stupidly.
Brown-eyes glared at him. “Oh, you mean your friend who closed the door in my face? Merlin, if you think I’m him, you’re daft for a Ravenclaw. Kel never told me that much.”
“You know Kel?”
“You really are a meathead. Dom wasn’t kidding.”
“So you’ve been listening to my charming cousin, have you?” Neal’s green eyes glittered dangerously as he drew himself up in the bed, staring at the sudden apparition of a Japanese girl- pretty enough, he thought. Maybe not just pretty- beautiful, with a pinkish complexion, warm caramel eyes and straight ebony hair that hung down to her waist.
“Gorgeous, what did you hit me with?” He pressed a hand to his forehead dramatically. A large bruise was forming there, he was sure. Probably red and swollen, maybe with a trickle of blood for good measure. “I’m bruised all over, and the bruise is bleeding thanks to you, you evil monster.” He groped on his bedside table for his wand. “Now where did I put that dratted wand?”
“Don’t even.” The girl-- Gryffindor, he guessed from the color of her scarf-- reached into her robes and brandished an oak wand, flexible and made from a phoenix feather, according to a Mr Ollivander at the wand shop.
“Hey, that’s mine!” He was momentarily distracted by the thing the girl held-- steel ribbed, and some sort of richly embroidered silk. “And what, fair maiden, is that object of torture that you have used on me?”
“Shukusen.” The girl rolled her eyes at him, obviously not impressed by his dramatic attempts. “Stupid.”
“I am not stupid!” All traces of ardor were gone as Neal lunged for his wand, the girl dodging neatly out of the way.
“Stupid enough to chase me around the room without any clothes on,” the girl giggled, the devil.
Neal stopped short. Spinning to the mirror next to his bed-- he still believed that he was hallucinating-- he realised, to his horror, that he was indeed, naked. With not a single stitch on.
Oh, the indignity! Thank God there was no one there to see Nealan Queenscove, acclaimed wizard, chase a rogue Gryffindor around the room, naked!
“Get out!”
“Geez, I was about to, loser.” He turned to see the door closing with a slam.
“I’ll get you after breakfast!” Neal yelled, but she was gone.
There was something odd about the girl. Intriguing, too.
Some messed up Neal and Yuki content, someone help me beta before I post. This isn’t the entire thing yet though