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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 30, 2010 3:15:06 GMT -5
Francis laughed at the new predicament that the man was in. He really found it so amusing for Gilbert as he struggled to try bring his tongue back in. Serves him right for desecrating his language with his foul accent.
Having the parchment fly directly to him as it was flung by the albino, the Frenchman casually and daintily held it with slim fingers before reading it. As his azure eyes skimmed through the note itself, a faint blush crept up to the man’s cheeks. One phrase crossed the blonde’s head and it was, ’Sacre bleu…’ He tried to hide the growing blush in his cheeks by ducking a bit to write back a retort to the Prussian.
’Ohohohoho, are you saying this because you’re jealous of how close I am to the Headmaster?’ he wrote back. Smirking, he threw back the parchment feeling accomplished at himself, but at the same time a bit upset and angry at himself.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 3:32:11 GMT -5
He'd get Francis back for this, for sure, along with some retribution for the fiasco with his trousers being pulled down. Gilbert whined a bit and focused on poking the little owl baby away from the food he still wanted to eat but couldn't currently due to someone's childishness; the tiny creature squeaked a little, miffed, but quickly fell quiet as he reluctantly picked up a mini-sausage and fed it to it in small pieces.
Looking back to the Frenchman, the Professor couldn't help but grin widely upon noticing the colour change in the man's cheeks; so he had been right! Not that he'd doubted himself for a moment, no, of course not. The albino snickered to himself, tickling his owl beneath its beak, before noticing the parchment being tossed back to him, and grabbed it before it squashed his new pet. He stared at the reply for a moment before snorting, although a slight pout had formed on his lips at the same time. Yeah, right, as if he was jealous!
'That's what you consider a close relationship, Bonnefoy? Pfft. I've had more intimate relationships with spoons. Why'd I be jealous when it's clear that he likes me more?' Okay, he wasn't so sure about this but there was no way in hell he was going to let Francis know about that. The albino chucked the paper at the blond again, half-hoping it'd hit him in the head and knock some sense into him or something.
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
Latvijas Republika
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 30, 2010 4:23:14 GMT -5
Livonia just had to bring religion into it... Raivis was quite a pious boy, practicing Lutheran Christianity, despite living in a world where he could be crucified for being what he was.
"I'm n-n-n-not lying!" He shrieked, a lot louder than normal.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 30, 2010 6:32:22 GMT -5
Francis played with what was left of his food momentarily, this time a little bit absent minded on his part. It would seem that Gilbert hit a very- er, soft spot back there. A scowl came across the man’s features as he speared a little bit of steak, a little bit over-zealously, causing the end to bend a little. He had worked so hard in hiding that little secret of his all these years and he was not going to let his ‘friend’ get the better of him.
Call him childish but Francis WILL have his way.
One way or another.
Tucking a strand of his highly acclaimed golden lock of a hair behind his ear, Francis managed to steal a glance at a certain British man. Honest to goodness, he was impressed on how Arthur managed to get himself the Headmaster job and at such an early age too. Although he would never admit that openly of course! No! He will admit that to himself, or rather to Pierre OR himself only will he ever admit that.
On the corner of his eye, he observed the Briton’s face. He was- oh how to put it? Molestable? No, that’s for people below eighteen or eleven to be more exact. As Francis was about to make some dreamy school-girl face at Arthur, he felt something hit the side of his head lightly. Turning to the direction of the object, he caught the ruby eyes of his co-teacher briefly and it was enough to kick some sense back to him, making him switch to his usual mischievous expression before he latter could realize it.
‘That was a rather close shave, Bonnefoy’ he thought to himself as he picked up the piece of paper and opened it. Although he nearly laughed out loud at the first part of the statement, the Frenchman somehow felt challenged at the latter part. Looking up he smirked at the man before writing his quick reply at the man.
’Oh really? I’m sure your intimate relationships with silverware are more worthwhile than your other relationships. And is that I challenge I’m seeing? Arthur, liking you more? Surely you must be imagining things!’
As he was done writing, the blonde took out his wand and with a whispered spell the paper was charmed into looking into a small bird. As the charmed winged object finished forming itself, it immediately took off, circling the albino’s head about three times before landing on his head.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 7:05:40 GMT -5
Alfred watched the exchange between the albino and the Frenchman in amusement and hummed thoughtfully. What could they be talking about? If it still had anything to do with body types than Gilbert had a point. The Albino had more muscle on him than, say, Arthur, although not as much as either him or Mattie.
"Hey, Gilbert, can I add something when you're done?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 7:08:52 GMT -5
Gilbert was acting just as childish as Francis at the moment, to be perfectly honest, and a part of him knew that. He just wasn't about to go admitting it. The albino's sharp gaze remained pointedly affixed upon his co-worker's visage as he noticed him glancing at the man they were discussing, saw his expression flickering before he was hit in the head by the parchment, and grinned at him when he looked over. He really wished he could retract his tongue into his mouth already, and muttered a spell a few times - no effect, however, and the Professor scowled. He'd have to wait until Francis removed it or it wore off, tch.
As for the albino's thoughts on their oh-so-young but very talented headmaster? They were pretty similar to the Potions master's, not that he'd ever tell anyone this. Gilbert had always liked a challenge when it came to relationships and crushing on people, and he was sure to have fun with Arthur, especially now that he knew for sure someone else was competing with him. Truly, the Prussian enjoyed a good fight. There was something deeply satisfying about falling for a strong-willed, closed-off person, and slowly watching them open up to him; it was nice to have someone like that to trust and be honest with himself, too.
Plucking the paperbird from his head and holding it on his hand for a moment, admiring its craftsmanship, the Transfigurations Professor peeled the parchment open to read his friend's latest reply, and smiled some, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his upturned palm as he scratched out a response with the other hand. 'At least my past relationships have had some substance, and I've managed to hold on to what I had for more than a few hours. What's your record, again..? Two days, or something? I'm absolutely positive Arthur likes the awesome me more than your lecherous self, Freunde.'
He turned at Alfred's request, raising a curious brow. He motioned to the parchment in his hand, uttering a sort of mumble that presumably was 'you mean on this?'.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 7:17:53 GMT -5
Alfred's usual smile took on a malicious edge and nodded. "And I'll have Mattie release the tongue spell, if you let me at him." Alfred recalled how much he had hated potions as a student. Besides that, Gilbert was a pretty cool person who didn't deserve his tongue stuck like that.
Al nudged Mattie, and leaned toward him a bit. "Will ya unstick Gilbert's tongue?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 7:22:26 GMT -5
Tearing a scrap of the parchment from the main piece and scribbling a quick message on it, the albino sent it flying in Alfred's direction, before squeaking as he noticed that his little owl had, by now, practically climbed into his food and was eating as much as it could. Sighing, he grabbed a few more little sausages for it, set them in the gravy, and relinquished his plate to the creature. He'd just drink instead.
The paper, which had by now landed in front of the American, stated in scratchy script: 'I'm not sure if Matthew can since I just tried and it wouldn't release. Why don't ya send him your own piece? We're discussing something~'
With the parchment he and Francis had been messaging each other with folded once more and held out on his palm, Gilbert whispered a soft incantation and twitched his fingers, watching as the paper stretched and warped itself into the shape of a small, winged snake. It took flight from his hand, slithering through the air before diving downwards, nipping at Francis' nose playfully with paper fangs, and proceeded to land on his shoulder.
((ooc: derp, I forgot that last paragraph, haha;; his message is in the last post, Francu))
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 7:34:10 GMT -5
Alfred frowned and rolled his eyes. 'Because your awesome tongue is stuck, making you mispronounce things awesomely' He paused and tapped his chin before adding, 'You're talking about Matthew Williams - he created a fancy bit of spellwork in his first year. You know, the invisibility spell? Yeah, that was HIM. To bad some idiot bully used a mispronounced version on him. Oh, wait, Mattie figured out how to turn himself visible after that TOO.'
Al really hated it when people doubted the Canadian. And he still needed to answer Gilberts other question.
'I hate potions and Bonnefoy is a stuck up perv.'
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 7:43:32 GMT -5
'All right, all right, calm down already. I wasn't insulting your little boyfriend, jeez,[/font]' the Prussian scribbled in reply, smirking at the American. He wasn't doubting him, per se, he just didn't think that he'd be able to remove the spell if even the awesomeness that was him couldn't! Except that was kind of doubting but he didn't see it that way, being who he was.
'I bet that invisibility thing is useful though. But as I said, use your own parchment! We're having a private conversation~. He's not that stuck up...he's just a perv. Kese~.[/font]' With that said, Gilbert tossed the paper back again.[/size]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 7:54:55 GMT -5
Al blanched at the note, and wondered briefly if Gilbert had read his mind during the light show, before sending back, 'Yeah, sure, whatever. And you totally mis-spelled "best friend". He still uses it sometimes. Maybe we could arrange the awesomest prank on Kirkland EVER.'
Al tossed the parchment back to Gilbert before getting a piece of his own and scribbling 'you realized that Gilbert had a point about the "well-formed"? He has more to him than the Old Man you're mooning over.'
"Bonnefoy!" Al leaned back and loosely slung the wad of paper at the Frenchman, successfully getting it to land on his lap.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 8:03:57 GMT -5
Of course, Gilbert hadn't read the other's mind at all - he was just awesome like that. Helping his owl with its food while he wrote out a reply to Alfred, the albino cast a glance in Francis' direction, wondering what the American had written on the paper he'd thrown at him. When he'd finished his own scribbling, he tossed it to the blond again before reaching for a napkin to clean gravy off of his little owl's feathers. "Gon' 'ave to gi'e you a bath la'er," he managed to utter, sighing.
The note to Alfred, which landed in front of the other's plate, read; 'I wasn't! And I'm quite sure I was correct in my spelling, Freunde~. You and him are so gay together, I swear, haha. Okay, joking! Maybe. What would this prank include~? Sounds kinda fun - I love pranking, after all. I'll make it super awesome though, don't worry![/font]'[/size]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 8:14:41 GMT -5
'Gay together? Well, I'll admit I'm gay, but I'm not dating anyone.' He paused and though about how the prank would would.
'Getting Mattie drunk, he won't join in, otherwise. You could totally transmorgify him into a polar bear (unless he actually got register as an animagus, which case you could make him armour?) Imagine an invisible Polar Bear in Kirkland's office!'
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 9:47:58 GMT -5
'You seem like you're butt buddies or something to me. Why aren't you going out? I bet you're perfect for each other~~[/font]' Oh, how Gilbert loved to tease people, especially people like Alfred. 'I knew you were gay! Hah. And, what fun would an invisible polar bear be? Make him visible at least~.[/font]'[/size]
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 30, 2010 9:54:39 GMT -5
Matt blinked and, after understanding the request,stood moving over to the German teacher. "Oh what a cute owl." he cooed pulling out his wand discreetly. He mummers the counter-spell for a freeze spell and taps gilbert's shoulder. "Did that work?" he says while he reaches over to stroke the owl. "I don't know what Francis used."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 10:06:46 GMT -5
Al had to conceded to the point about the invisible polar bear. He didn't feel right, though, blabbing about Mattie any more, so he just ignored the question of why they weren't dating. Really, besides the obvious - they had been friends way too long to think of changing it - there was the whole mess... Alfred shoved the memories of what Mattie had told him out of his mind and focused on the prank.
'Right, maybe turn ME into the bear then, and have Mattie throw stuff off of me while invisible?'
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Mar 30, 2010 10:24:05 GMT -5
((OOC: S-S-S-So many posts.... /dead))
Tino gently shook his robe, trying to air dry the Latvian's tears out of it. He took his seat again with a sigh and picked up the meal where he'd left off. Or at least he would have liked to had it not been for the bickering a couple seats down. It was Raivis and some older Slytherin (Tino'd seen him around but what was his name?) Raivis was getting upset, which was really no surprise, but it still made Tino frown.
"Would you just leave him alone?" He asked, shaking his head.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 10:59:22 GMT -5
Gilbert coughed a few times as if clearing his throat as the Canadian worked his magic, feeling his tongue begin to move again and finally drawing it back between his lips. "Mm, that's better," he murmured, wiggling his tongue a few times and testing it. "Thanks. And he's adorable, ain't he? Stupid though, trying to have a bath in the gravy. Way to make you even more appealing to cats, you." He gave the little bird in question a prod on the beak, smiling fondly as it chirped.
And oh, Alfred had stopped talking about his and Matthew's relationship; the albino wondered why as he stared at the single line on the parchment before him. He hummed, softly, glancing about him before quickly writing out a reply. 'All right. Arthur doesn't seem to notice him much for some reason, kese, so~. Maybe it's the invisibility thing, but he doesn't notice him even when he is there, I swear. And hey, you didn't answer me! Why aren't you going out with him? You like him that way, I know you doooo.[/font]' This was a lie, because he didn't actually know, but it seemed that way sometimes so he was going on a hunch. [/size]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 30, 2010 11:22:54 GMT -5
Alfred frowned at the note. 'Yeah, I noticed that too, but then, Mattie's not trying to be noticed right now - except for the light show (Speaking of that, you should totally get sunglasses, they look wicked and protect eyes)
He paused, and thought on how he should explain things with him and Mattie, finally he settled on, 'He's nice as a friend, but I'm not actually interested in him like that. It'd be like fucking ra dating my brother, who really didn't want it.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 30, 2010 11:49:40 GMT -5
Whereas Alfred was frowning, Gilbert was all smiles, both at the American's reply to his words and at the actions of his little bird, which was cheeping softly as it continued to devour his dinner. Such an awesome little creature! He was glad he'd found the little guy before he'd died or something. Actually...was it female or male? The albino had no idea to be honest, but resisted the urge to pick up the tiny owl and turn it upside down - such things would not do at the table! Checking the sex of animals was not 'proper' and all that pish-posh, or whatever that phrase of Arthur's was. Tish-tosh? Hm. He wasn't even sure if he was using the phrase correctly.
'Mm~ maybe, although they don't go with the robe at all. Then again, I'm awesome enough to make it work, so. Maybe I'll pick some up if I can make time in my busy and awesome schedule. And it'd be like fucking what? Fucking rad? Whatever that phrase of yours is? Did you date your brother once? Eh? Are you incestuous?[/font]' And then he threw the paper at Alfred again. [/size]
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