It's a TWIN Thing, You Wouldn't Understand OVERVIEW If you looked up the word "opposite" in the dictionary, you might find a picture of Moritz and Joseph Schultz. Aside from the fact that they were born the same day, you might not even know they were twins - they're not identical, not in the same house, and very very different. Still, they are brothers, and being a little bit different doesn't always lead to disaster...right? Moritz Schultz - Lissy Longbottom Joseph Schultz - sweetpinkpixie BIOS |
and ACTION As much as Moe would have preferred to study in the comfort of the Ravenclaw common room, he was exhausted. He had just spent two straight hours outside flying around, working on his chasing skills and trying to take advantage of one of the last not-so-cold days of the year. Sure enough, it had started to flurry towards the end of his workout, signaling that it was time to get back inside and finally finish that herbology essay he'd kept putting off. He simply didn't have it in him to keep climbing up the stairs to his tower, let alone summon brain power to answer whatever riddle the statue was asking today to get back into the common room. He only had a few paragraphs left - he'd swing by the library, finish it up, and then head back to his dorm and CRASH for a good ten hours or so. He headed over to his usual table near the window, pausing when he realized it had really started to snow heavily now. It was actually kind of nice to look at. Peaceful. He sighed and dropped his bag on the table, rummaging around and digging out his essay and his herbology textbook. Right. Mandrakes. He just needed one more use for them and then he could wrap this thing up... |
Holed up in his usual corner of the library with his enchanted earbuds in and feet up on the plush chair he currently occupied, it was anything but peaceful in Joseph's head. At least this time it was not because of the incessant drone of white noise whispers but rather the latest album drop of his current metal obsession of the moment, Fiendfyre Funeral, blasting into his ears. Some person or another had swept by him with unsolicited words of caution against listening to music so loudly and he had barely even bothered to glanced up from his sketchbook. In fact, the only real acknowledgement he had shown was a sharp click of his tongue against the back of his teeth and a casual grimace that they mind their own business. It really didn't matter if he blew his eardrums out one way or another, he would still be able to hear them. The album about to start over again, the Slytherin lazily lifted his player and briefly debated switching to either Acts of Inferi or Weeping Unicorn but ultimately decided to give Fiendfyre Funeral the respect it demanded and started the album over for a fourth time that day. Maybe by his fifth listen through he will have finished his sketch and maybe then he would consider giving his homework consideration. Pumping the volume up just a couple more notches, Joseph's head shook and tossed his long flaxen hair every which direction. The opening guitar solo and electric rifts needed their homage too. Especially once the drums came in, which likewise had the fourth year pausing his sketching and using his pencils instead to drum on his knees. |
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As he finished up his essay, tuning once again into the real world, he realized that someone was making a LOT of noise and listening to their music insanely loud. How had the librarian not come to shush them yet? Moe was always getting in trouble for being too loud when he tried to study with his friends. He looked around, leaning back in his chair to find the source of the noise...and spotting his brother. He was whipping his hair back and forth to the music, drumming on his knees with pencils. He raised his eyebrows as he watched him, finding himself wondering once again how they in EARTH were related. He COULD go over and try to get his attention but knowing that he had his headphones in, he probably wouldn't hear OR see him if he tried to wave at him or call out his name. So instead, he took a piece of parchment and scribbled a note on it. He crumpled it into a ball, smirking to himself as he took aim, and then, harnessing his fabulous chaser skills, he tossed it RIGHT at his twin's forehead. Quote:
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Joseph may have been surprised that his brother had not immediately assume that someone listening to music in such an objectionable way was not himself. Or perhaps that was just Mortiz optimism and compassion showing. In either case, the Slytherin immediate found himself irritated by the rounded yet still somehow pointy something that had struck him right square between the eyes and tumbled on to his belt buckle. His tongue clicked against the backs of his teeth and without a second thought he gave the offensive piece of parchment and firm flick away from himself. "What a stupid waste of pa---" And then he saw his brother looking his direction and it all clicked. Groaning to himself, though with the volume of his music and therefore his inability to hear himself made that groan quite audible, he reached for his wand where it rested on the windowsill and summoned the ruddy piece of parchment back to himself. Rolling his eyes, he uncrumpled the parchment and used his knee to attempt to smooth out the wrinkles. He had some success in smoothing it out...all effort that proved to have been in vain considering the contents of the note. His first instinct was to show his twin a very specific finger on his hand, but instead he reached for his quill and scribbled something back and then carefully and methodically into a triangle that he then balanced one point on his knee and flicked back to his brother. Quote:
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He didn't really feel like continuing playing Parchment Quidditch across the library, so he picked up his things and walked over to the area where he was sitting, plopping down on one of the armchairs across from him. Hmm. He really should consider studying in these chairs more. Yeah, he usual window seat was nice and all but Merlin, these chairs were comfier than he'd realized... Right, back to the matter at hand. He knew Joseph was likely not going to take out his earbuds any time soon. Even though he couldn't see them through all that blond hair, he knew they were there, and not just because he could hear the music blaring through them clear as day. His earbuds were basically an extension of his ears at this point. So he scribbled another note, mimicking what he'd done earlier and folding it into a little triangle before he flicked it back at him. Quote:
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His brother...was a moron. Not only did the note make absolutely no sense, but his brother has also ruined the only good thing about the library in coming closer and taking away the challenge of paper quidditch. Well, one of the other good things. Listening to music while bathed in whatever light was came dripping in through the windows. Sure, right now was not exactly sunbathing through the stained glass, but there was something special about the way condensation and snowflakes clung to the window to add to the kaleidoscope effect. Contrary to popular assumption, he did notice the small things and had a great appreciation for them too. Rolling his eyes, Joseph contemplated setting the note ablaze simply for the shock value before deciding that he would rather not have the librarian swoop in like a harpy and instead vanished it. If his brother was going to write nonsensically, he was over passing notes. Reaching up with one hand, the tips of his fingers brushed over the surface of his earpod experimentally and with a healthy dose of hesitation. He could risk it and take it out...or he could just keep them in and go about the rest of this conversation through pantomime. The Slytherin's pale eyes glanced around the immediate area, squinting as he focused on the outline and profiles of other peers for several moments before deciding that he could afford to remove one of the devices for now. "Fiendfyre Funeral," he explained calmly and with a remarkably neutral tone despite how loud the music continued to blast from the earpod, even more so now that it was pointed outwards into the air. Here, come study some more, Moe. |
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He was a bit more exhausted after flying than he had realized...and of course, he didn't realize it. Thankfully for Moe's ego though, he was oblivious to all that, having crumpled up the initial note and tossed it in his bag. He nodded at his brother's response, eyeing the earbud with a small smile. Merlin, that was LOUD. How had Joseph not gone completely deaf already? He could almost hear every word - if those WERE words. It sounded more like a banshee screaming, but he wasn't about to admit that. He knew Joseph had more, erm...hardcore tastes in music than he did. "Kind of a macabre name for a band, but considering the genre...I suppose it fits," Moe replied, again with a small smile. Trying to be friendly. Trying to make conversation. Trying not to seem like he was poking fun at him, because he really wasn't. He just naturally tried to lace the conversation with a witty quip or two. That was just him, but he always feared his brother would take it the wrong way. It was just always so...hard to figure out what to talk about with him. |
Or his brother could have just read the note correctly the first time. That too. Perhaps the thought of Moe slowing down enough to do something efficiently the first time around was the laughable aspect of it all. Or Moe was simply that: a moron. "I'll take it over any diabetic coma inducing sugary pop group any day of the year," Joseph mused while cracking a smile as he gave his own earpod a little wiggle to readjust it and encourage it to sit more comfortably in his ear. Though he did not mind the same sort of flavor when it was applied to showtunes, which was a complete mismatch with the current blarings and guitar rifts but to him it was along the same logic as hating tomatoes but liking ketchup. "Wasted Wisdom is actually one of their more...uplifting songs." About as uplifting as flipping over The Tower during a reading. Forewarnings and foreshadowings weren't the most bleak of things. The Slytherin could feel the sear of a sharp ringing building up in his vacant ear and he was tempted to rip the earpod out of his twin's ear and shove it right back into his own, but desiderium stilled his hand. "What are you studying anyway?" |
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He laughed when his brother said he'd rather have screamo music blaring in his ears instead of pop music. "Same," he chuckled in agreement. Pop music was...too peppy for his taste. He wasn't a picky man. Good ol' alternative music was just fine for him. He took the earbud out of his ear and passed it back to his brother, unaware of the discomfort being without it was currently causing him. Just like he was unaware of the reason he wore them around the clock to begin with. "Oh, uh, herbology," he explained, looking down at his book with a frown. Herbology was his least favorite subject, but a necessary evil since it went hand in hand with his FAVORITE subject, potions. "Writing an essay on bouncing bulbs. Terribly dull," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he looked at the book as if it had somehow offended him. "What about you? Are you actually working on anything, or just practicing your drumming?" he asked with a small smile. |
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