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Post by Patrick Seville-Riley on Mar 31, 2007 11:53:27 GMT 10
Lying in the middle of the courtyard probably wasn't the sanest of things to do. But it was a decent sort of a day, and Patrick felt like enjoying it to the full. And so he lay, eyes closed and hands behind his head, in the middle of the courtyard as the hustle and bustle of students and staff walked about him. The sound of feet clomping in his ears was nearly soothing, and the slight swish of robes as people moved was the perfect accompaniement.
But the buzz of a lonely blowfly, however, was not a welcome sound. Praying silently that it wouldn't settle near him, Patrick tuned his ears into the droning, listening with dread as it got louder and louder in his left ear. A light touch on his cheek told him the fly had chosen him as a resting place, he swore quietly under his breath and waved it away.
In the tradition of all things fly-ish, it came back. He waved it away again, muttering to himself about 'stupid flies' and how they shoud 'all die a horribe, horrible death'. As the fly continued to come back to the same spot a hundred times over, Patrick became more violent until he was thrashing his whole body about the spot in the courtyard in an effort to permanently rid himself of the nuisance. It never once occurred to him how odd it might look to the people around him, the fly only being a small one would not be immediately obvious - the fifth year boy talking to himself and throwing his arms and legs up in the air would be more a cause for concern.
He brought his foot down, and the buzzing stopped abruptly. Sitting up, he cautiously lifted his foot, peering underneath to find the squashed remains of his foe. A wave of guilt ran through him - he hadn't meant it to come to this. Sighing, he brushed grass off his arms and legs, and looked out over the courtyard, suddenly realising how strange he must have appeared.
Yep... he thought to himself. They probably think I'm crazy now..
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Post by Shane Moonraker on Mar 31, 2007 14:06:36 GMT 10
Crazy might have been what he thought about himself, but humorous would have been a more inviting title, and definitely the one in use by the group of Saphricorn students whom were sitting basking in the sun on the giant sized stair case as they watched the Emerindyl battle with the fly that had so seemed to ruin his morning. Though, as with all things, when a creature of believed lesser value annoys a human and upsets his or her morning, the fly usually finds its life at an end. Which is what occurred.
The Saphricorn’s in question were mostly from the fifth year, though Shane Moonraker was in the sixth year, and had a laugh among the loudest in his group. He had not started watching the Emerindyl until his friends had said to him ”Look at that for a laugh, hey Shane?”. Even now he didn’t remember which of his friends said it to him as there was bout seven of them all sitting in a group doing nothing particularly important; all the same, it had been funny and Shane could have sworn something more like a battle for lives was fought; if ever he decided to re-enact the tale.
He looked over at the Emerindyl whom seemed a little embarrassed about what had occurred and he laughed still, though he did not mean any insult by it. The Emerindyl would probably approach them if he wanted to make anything of it, though he was an Emerindyl and all the same, Shane didn’t think it would be an issue. “Well at least you got him, before he got you,” he shouted out to more raucous laughed from his friends. The each knew the pain of a blow fly bite and stomping them dead was normally the only way to stop it from occurring.
Shane looked at the Emerindyl with glee in his eyes. He wasn’t trying to insult him; more make fun of a situation that could be embarrassing. As a Saphricorn, it was his right and responsibility to bring to the attention of all involved; that a situation was much funnier then it appeared and that taking it seriously would be an extremely dull act indeed.
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Post by Patrick Seville-Riley on Apr 1, 2007 16:36:06 GMT 10
The group of Saphricorns and their laughter attracted his attention after a while. He wasn't particularly fussed about them, he really didn't care if any of them actually thought him crazy. He tilted his head to one side, sneaking a glance about them as they laughed. It was pretty amusing, though Pat felt sorry for the fly. It'd really lost out on this one. A comedy act never to be repeated for the poor squashed mass on the underside of his boot.
“Well at least you got him, before he got you,”...
Patrick turned his head completely, and looked directly at the group of Saphricorns. A slow smile spread across his face, directed at the elder one who'd spoken. He waited for a moment, contemplating his next move before jumping up to his feet and doing a couple of jiu-jitsu-ish moves and landing in the ultimate martial arts hero pose - half crouching with open hands held steady, apart and ready to chop.
'That'sssssssss why they call me The Thrashing Ninjaaaa!' he said, his voice breathy and mysterious-sounding, but loud enough to carry. He dropped the act almost as quickly as he'd put it on, standing straight and grinning uncontrollably. 'Or Patrick... Patrick's fine too.'.
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Post by Shane Moonraker on Apr 1, 2007 19:45:11 GMT 10
The Saphricorn’s all started laughing again as Patrick started pulling some moves he thought must seem like martial arts, but just looked like some whacked out attempt at crazy dancing. Shane, being half blood, knew what he was trying at, though understood any of his pure blood friends would not know what he was trying to demonstrate. In the wizarding world there was very little need for martial arts, and his attempts to display his skills would surely go unnoticed. All the same, the group clapped and cheered.
“The Thrashing Ninja? I would call it the crazy Emerindyl,” Shane laughed as he got up, him and a couple of friends walked down to him slowly, laughing all the way. Shane offered his hand and shook Patrick’s in a way something close to the secret hand shake of good mates. “Shane Moonraker,” he said to him with a laugh as he pointed to each of his friends, “That’s Phil, Bill, Dyl, and Sam,” he said before looking at the Emerindyl again. He liked people with a bit of quirk about them, and so far the only Emerindyl he had met like that was Alex Zander, so it was pretty good to meet another.
“Those were some pretty sweet moves,” he said as he heard his pure-blooded friends laugh. As he suspected they had no idea what Patrick had done and thought even now that perhaps Shane was taking the piss out of him. “Where’d you learn it? I know they don’t teach that sort of stuff here?” his friends quietened down when Shane finished, obviously thinking he was serious, no one would lead a joke on this far without a punch line… perhaps some Ruberagon with no real sense of humour.
Each to their own…
“My uncle on my mum’s side gets into it,” he said as he rose his hands in what he thought was something close to some sort of martial arts stance. He knew he probably didn’t do it right, but all the same. His friends around him were quiet now while they waited for some understanding of what Shane was going on about. Sometimes it was funny to realise how little some wizarding families actually know about muggles. It wasn’t as if it were the muggles who lived in secrecy.
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