sunday night flicks. FANTASY TEEN ASSOCIATION ONLY. XD

[alethioliar]

Generally speaking, Lyra was intensely pleased with herself, though, the tiresome wait for the arrival of their friends continued to chip away at her patience. A healthy dose of nerves also followed her around the lounge as well, visible in the hint of a frown she wore while she piled more pillows and cushy blankets on the floor. Still, more than

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[youngestqueen]

"Oh, what is that?" Lucy frowned as she came into the rec room. She'd been excited for this, movies were a rare and special treat at home. Getting together here for one with her friends seemed exciting and a rather lovely way to spend her day. The smell that assaulted her wasn't so lovely, though. "Something smells just awful."

[alethioliar]

"It's popcorn," Lyra said, as if that much should have been obvious. Granted, it wasn't the world's best popped popcorn, but for having been prepared by a girl known as a terror 'round the kitchens of Jordan College, the snacks were about as good as they were going to get. "Oh, it's not so bad once you add other stuff to it. This bowl's the sweetest," said as she set the one under her left arm down on the table.

[youngestqueen]

"Did you burn all of it?" She asked, in no way maliciously as she peered into the bowls. "Or only most? Is it supposed to be sweet?"

[alethioliar]

"Oh, not all of it. Just..." Lyra gave an absent wave of her hand. "Anyway, nevermind what it's supposed to taste like. The important part is that it won't kill you."

[knifebearer]

Will spent a long time debating whether or not he was even going to go to this movie thing. On the one hand he hadn't seen Lyra since their fight, and he at least wanted to make sure she was okay, but on the other hand, he hadn't seen Lyra since their fight, and he didn't know if he could hang out with these friends of hers, especially if they were the ones that she had been "house-sitting" for.

But Kirjava had given him an extremely disapproving look when he told her he wasn't going, and had turned her back on him to ignore him in favour of washing her face, so in the end he decided he should go, even if only to have a hope that his dæmon would stop ignoring him.

He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the smell of the burnt popcorn, even as he realised that meant that Lyra had probably cooked it.

[alethioliar]

Lyra bit the inside of her cheek at the mere sight of Will. It struck her as wildly unfair and not a bit silly that she should feel so overwhelmed before uttering a single word when she and Bert had forgiven each other with relatively little fuss or ceremony.

Pan approached them with much less hesitation. As Lyra watched her daemon tentatively circle Kirjava, his tail swishing gently along her black fur, she scratched her earlobe and then adopted a dismissive little grin. As if the whole affair were just plain foolish. "Anyway, it won't be anything like the real deal because the screen isn't half as big as it ought to be, but it's the closest thing we've got to a cinema," she casually offered as she wandered over.

[saikamai]

"Hi, Will," Bert said as he walked over, taking care to nod to his daemon as well. "I suppose Lyra's told you the name of what we're about to watch," he said,. "The Princess Bride? Have you seen it?"

[knifebearer]

Will shook his head. "No," he said, meaning both Lyra hadn't told him what they were watching--because they weren't speaking--and that he hadn't seen it before. He looked uncomfortably from Lyra to Bert, shifting his weight from foot to foot. What he really wanted to do was get Lyra by herself and talk to her, apologise for being a stupid idiot, but that didn't seem likely.

[lonewolflives]

Arya visibly sniffed, but then instantly decided out of loyalty to her friend that it didn't smell all that bad. She carefully unwrinkled her nose and plucked a piece from the bowl and tossed it into her mouth.

She'd certainly had worse.

"Sorry," she said to the room at large, "I got held up." She brushed some snow off her shoulder, which probably she should have done before the third floor, but she'd forgotten about it. It was mostly gone now anyway. "What are we watching?"

She was a bit worried about all this. The idea of sitting down and staring at a screen for an extended time did not come naturally to her.

[alethioliar]

Lyra beamed when Arya continued to chew, more pleased than she normally would have been. "A very wise person once said that titles can be very deceiving," she offered, reaching to pour some of the iced tea.

It probably wasn't fair to hold out on her when she'd been so very diplomatic thus far. Yet Lyra couldn't help herself. The title was rather atrocious.

[saikamai]

"The Princess Bride," Cuthbert announced, coming up behind Lyra and crossing his arms. "She claims there were only two, but I think she's just trying to drive you out," he joked.

[lonewolflives]

Arya stared at him. Then she looked at Lyra to scan her face for confirmation that this was, in fact, what they were watching. Then she looked at Cuthbert again.

Then she started to turn on her heel to leave without saying a word.

[of_badfaith]

Draco had been tricked.

There was no other logical explanation. He'd been tricked, annoyed into joining a band of uncouth misfits for a night of staring at something that promised to be brain-numbingly pointless and stupid. Muggle cinema, after all, his hopes weren't terribly high, to say the least.

Still, he waltzed into the room like he owned the damn place, head held high until that atrocious odor practically burned clear through his nostrils. "Good Lord, what is that horrid stench?"

[alethioliar]

"Your breath," Lyra offered with a great, dramatic roll of her eyes. Nevertheless, she did offer something of a smirk - at least on one side of her mouth while the other remaining neutral. "Stop breathing. Problem solved."

She grinned then. "I am glad you've come."

[saikamai]

Bert turned to look at Lyra, offense plain on his face. "Lyra! What did you just say to him?" The stench was horrid, and though Lyra rarely behaved herself, that was a bit much, in Bert's opinion. "I'm Cuthbert," he said to Draco, giving him a commiserating glance before looking back to Lyra as if she had three heads.

[of_badfaith]

"Yes, I know who you are," Draco muttered witheringly, his lips twitching against one of his infamous and instinctual sneers.

"Don't bother wasting your time chastising her until she can come up with something a bit less childish. Though, it might be a long wait."

[giftless]

Something smelled awful in the kitchen, and to Edmund's dismay the scent only grew stronger as he stepped down the stairs. He wouldn't comment on it, and he composed his face before he stepped into the lower rec room. He knew Lu would be there, and her friend Lyra, but hadn't caught the names of who all else.

[alethioliar]

Something switched on at the sight of Edmund. A teasing snort was given to Draco before she glanced up, looked away, then glanced back with mild awe, her brow climbing high. "Oh, Pan," she whispered to the pine marten shaped daemon balancing on one of her shoulders, "He really does look just like him, doesn't he?"

After a moment Lyra appeared to collect herself. As she strode over to introduce herself, she stuck out her hand and said, "Edmund, right? Lucy's brother," sounding polite but very sure of herself. She squinted up at him, her stare a scrutinizing one.

[giftless]

Edmund blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear something from his vision. But she still stood there, looking exactly like Abigail but so clearly not her.

He gathered himself together quickly and grinned as he took her hand. "Yes, Edmund. You must be Lyra, am I right?"

[alethioliar]

"Yeah, that's right," she said, the grin returned. Lyra shook his hand with a fair amount of wary enthusiasm, then let go when she realized said shaking had gone on longer than necessary.

"Sorry," she apologized as Pan leapt down and abandoned her presumably to find Kirjava. "It's just uncanny is all."