Fat Lady's Portrait https://i.postimg.cc/RCj4PRyG/fat-la...ait-banner.jpg If you're wandering around the seventh-floor corridor and you suddenly have the urge to cover your ears, you know you're steadily approaching the Fat Lady's portrait. While it isn't an uncommon fact that the vocal portrait guards the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, getting past the Fat Lady without the correct password is no easy feat. Her passion for tip-top security is just as great as her love for good food and drink. |
Apollo/Jess but anybody is welcome This was where the Gryffindors lived, right? Margaret fidgeted while she waited next to the Fat Lady's portrait, trying not to stare too much at her. It was rude, after all. So she instead stared at the portrait across from the supposed Gryffindor common room entrance, twiddling her thumbs. She should have brought her fidget spinner. Or like...a buddy. Standing her by herself was boring. Maybe she should talk to the Fat Lady. But...hopefully Apollo would just come out soon. He remembered, right? She hoped he remembered. Because flying was exciting. |
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So when he emerged from the portrait, he did a double-take. "Mam-Margaret? Am I late? Are we not flying?" What was she doing there?? |
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So she was grinning by the time the shorter kid looked at her, when he did finally come out. "Hii Apple...Apollo!" she said brightly, sticking her hands in her pockets awkwardly. Why was he surprised? Weren't they supposed to meet here? Errr... "You're not late, I uh...am I early?" She grinned sheepishly. "I wanted to meet you up here instead." For the exercise, obviously. Plus, now they could be friends walking down all the stairs instead of just friends flying outside. Those were clearly two different levels of friendship. Literally, one was on (mostly) solid floor, and the other was several meters above the ground. "I think we're still flying??" She hadn't had the chance to look out a window, though. Hopefully it wasn't raining or doing something terrible to ruin the flying plan. |
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Also despite him being a novice flyer himself, he did know a couple tricks from family on flying in the rain. Although if he was being honest, snow was actually more fun to fly in. He doubted they had to worry about snow for at least another two months. "If you want. I mean. You ready? Will this be your first official time?" He was curious how many pointers he needed to give her. "One loop around the castle. We can race. Whoever wins .... has to..." He paused. He wasn't very good with coming up with price ideas. |
"Nooo, not awhile," she said, quickly shaking her head. It was...well, if one fudged the definition of awhile, it was true. But she just didn't want him to feel bad. If he was late, she didn't care. "I wanted to come, I don't get to walk up as many stairs as you tower people!" she said brightly. She frowned. Her first official time? Doing what? Flying? She'd been flying plenty of times. Before they took the brooms away last term. She shook her head, then grinned. Stakes to their flying. That seemed like an excellent idea. "Whoever loses has to ... " Uh-oh. She couldn't think of anything, either. "Has to clean the other's broom!" That seemed fair. Broom-related competition, broom-related stakes. "Maybe we should just race around the training area, though?" In case Apollo fell off, obviously. He was younger, he probably didn't have as good of balance as Mamie did. |
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Oh right. Of course. Last year wasn't her first year and even though it was rough last term, it would have made sense for her to have been flying before. "That ... sounds like a good ... compromise. Hope you're a good cleaner." Cause she was totally gonna lose, obviously. "Deal. One lap around the train area. Fly no higher than three feet, but you can't fly so close to the ground that you can touch it either. Spit shake?" He inquired, looking down at his hand. Since he was pretty sure unbreakable vows were frowned upon for kids and wasn't even sure he could even properly do one. |
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"I don't need to be a good cleaner, because I'm a better flyer than you!" she said, grinning. She really thought it was true. She was older, too, so she had to win. And if she lost, it would definitely be due to her being taller and heavier than the second year. More mass accelerated slower, or something. PhYsiCs. "Three feet is really close to the ground...How about no higher than six feet?" Mamie was somewhat worried her toes would drag. She wrinked her nose, again, at the notion of a spit shake. "Spitting? No, ewwww. That's gross, Apollo!" It was something her brothers would have suggested, for sure. Plus, why did they need to spit? Couldn't they just shake on it, spit-free? That was much less gross. "Do you think I'm not trustworthY?" |
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He nodded. True. Three feet was pretty close to the ground so that made sense. "okay. Six feet. Sounds good." wait. Spitting was gross? But like he saw pro athletes spit all the time ??? Didn't they? Not for spit shakes but he was pretty sure he used to see them spitting on the ground..... Although she did have a good argument about being trustworthy mostly cause she was a Hufflepuff and hufflepuffs were some of the most trustworthy people he knew. "Fine. Just a regular handshake?" |
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"'A player's size only matters once a skill threshold is reached'," she said, quoting...something. She could not remember. Was it a Daily Prophet summary of a match? Or a trading card? The radio? Quidditch Through the Ages, maybe? Hopefully he did not ask. What it meant, though, was that him being smaller shouldn't be much of an advantage. She was more skilled, obviously. "Six feet, and a regular handshake," she agreed, sticking her hand out to shake his. No spit was good. Even if athletes did spit for whatever reason (and she would agree, they did, she'd seen Muggle athletes do it), spitting and wiping it on someone else's hand was groooosss. "Shall we head to the broomshed then?" Race time. Whooosh. |
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