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Tegz 
"Well. Lets just say most of what I got up to, you're too young to know about in any detail, yeah?" Jim clarified and ate some potato, offering Spike a cheerful wink.
"A den? What kind? I used to like building snow forts. Built them every Christmas at home, and one year I made an entire warren of 'em. He nodded along absently as Spike went on, Jimmy's mind more on the food he was chowing on. "You never did see the bruises I got from that game, did you?" His. Entire. Body. It had been gnarly.
... what?
Broom?
Jimmy had no clue what Spike was about. He shot another wary look at Finlay.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Always the way..." he answered with a sigh. "I'm not
that young." At least, no longer a first year. It depended on how you looked at it really. But since Jimmy offered him a wink and all, Spike just shrugged it off.
"A wooden one." Spike answered simply, not really quite sure how to describe it. "Made of logs loosely interwoven with willow. And strategic holes to look for enemies. And get them with waterguns." And with that last bit, he grinned. Ah, good memories. Even if he'd earned himself a good telling off for going home soaking wet.
"Of snow?" Spike's jaw dropped. "I'd love to try that. Shame we never get enough snow down home." Especially not for warrens. Making a snowman was usually hard enough. Helping himself to some mash, Spike shook his head. "'Fraid not. I bet they were epic." The young boy was still fascinated by bruises. And still refused to put paste on them. His mother had been horrified by the black eyes after the Championship match, not that Spike had cared. "Just, don't do it again this year, just for the purposes of proving how good they were...hmm?"
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RachieRu This was not fun at all. It felt really awkward too. Was this what everything was going to be like for their last year? Really? Finn needed to talk to Jim anyway. Tell him things. But right now....Spike didn't look very happy. It was probably because Finn and Jim weren't talking.
"It's not a surprise Spike..." The older boy sighed, smiling at him. If it was a surprise it was a very bad one. Should he tell Spike? He didn't know. The boy was bound to have figured that something was very wrong. "Me and Jim....have fallen out." That was an understatement really. It was a major falling out. Finlay didn't even know if they were ever going to get better. Maybe his and Jimmy's lifelong friendship was over for good.
It felt weird too. To be so close to Jimmy yet feeling so far. Finlay decided that he better talk to someone else. Otherwise he really was going to pine for Jimmy far too much. Oooh. Sophie was here. "Hey Soph..." He smiled at the gryffindor prefect. Now...what was she doing over here?
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James narrowed his eyes and quite deliberately angled himself away from Finlay.
Falling out. Falling out.
No. YOU sir, Mr Carmicheal, have been written the hell off.
He focused all his attention on Lexi and Ivan, and on his food too of course.
"It's not?" Spike said with a slight frown. Then why were they being weeeeird? Had he grown a third head or something? He scrunched up his face and looked around him to see what else they might be hiding. Something was most definitely up...
He blinked. Fallen out?
How? When?
Blinkblink.
He didn't understand. How could they fall out
that bad? His 'Claw heroes!
Spike quickly jumped to his feet, and with all his (rather feeble) strength tried to pushed the boys together. His eyes were set with determination.
"'Well you'd better fall back together then," he said, folding his arms and attempting a steely gaze. "And quickly. Cos I want to enjoy my dinner."
Simple as, really.