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For aiglet, for being a smart ass.
Title: Hrmph
Rating: G
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary:
“Hrmph,” Zacharaias said, leaning against the Common Room wall.
“Good man, Smith,” Justin shot back. “Soon you’ll make it to the babbling stage and the one word utterances and some day you, too, will be able to form full sentences.”
“Shove off, Finch-Fletchley,” Zacharias said. Shoving off the wall he moved over to where the seventh years were talking together, hovering above Susan’s chair.
“ Why don’t you, Zach. It’s not like you can’t hang out with the sixth years.” Hannah gave the younger boy a less than welcoming look.
“Susan,” he said, ignoring the other girl. “Susan, why won’t you go with me to the ball? Come on.”
“I already told you, Zacharias, I’m going with someone else.”
“Hrmph,” he said again and turned, stomping out of the room.
“Honestly, that boy,” Susan said with a sigh.
“The way you say boy, my dear, sounds like an imprecation against all our number and I beg you not to associate the rest of us with that lout.” Justin grinned at the girl, but she ignored him, turning back to her Arithmancy book.
***
“Hrmph.”
“So, tell me, Smith, does that whole non-verbal thing really work for you with the Hufflepuff girls? Or is that why you’re asking the Gryffindors now?”
Zacharias ignored the Creevey boy and looked Weasley again. “Are you sure, Weasley?”
“You’re asking me to the ball and yet you still call me by my last name? For all I know you really want to be asking Ron.”
“Hrmph!”
“Who knew you could sound offended without actually saying anything?”
“Shush, Neville. No, Smith, I won’t go with you.”
Nodding slightly, Zacharias shrugged and turned away.
***
“Don’t even bother, Smith,” Mandy said, cutting the boy off. “We’ve heard about your serial invitations. Let’s do this the quick way. Any girls here willing to go with him to the ball, raise your hands.” She paused and no one moved. “Alright, there you go. Head off then - we’re working.”
“Hrmph,” Zacharias said with a scowl.
“Hey, Smith, I’ll go with you,” Terry Boot said with a grin.
Stomping off, Zacharias let out a quiet, “Hrmph.”
***
“Is it true you’ve gone entirely non-verbal?” Little Natalie Macdonald was peering up at the Hufflepuff she’d hunted down - the strangest stories were going around about him.
“Hrmph,” he practically snarled at her.
“You’re not under some sort of diabolical Slytherin curse, are you? Doomed to grunt your life away?”
“Hrmph,” he said, more of a amused snort than anything else.
“Cause if you were I’d be willing to help...” The girl trailed off, wide blue eyes fixed on him.
“Hrm...?”
“Really, anything that I could do...”
“...”
“Anything at all...”
“Want to go to the ball?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Natalie smiled brightly. “Yes, I would. Honestly, you’ve gone through practically every other girl in the school.”
“Hrmph.”
Title: Hrmph
Rating: G
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary:
“Hrmph,” Zacharaias said, leaning against the Common Room wall.
“Good man, Smith,” Justin shot back. “Soon you’ll make it to the babbling stage and the one word utterances and some day you, too, will be able to form full sentences.”
“Shove off, Finch-Fletchley,” Zacharias said. Shoving off the wall he moved over to where the seventh years were talking together, hovering above Susan’s chair.
“ Why don’t you, Zach. It’s not like you can’t hang out with the sixth years.” Hannah gave the younger boy a less than welcoming look.
“Susan,” he said, ignoring the other girl. “Susan, why won’t you go with me to the ball? Come on.”
“I already told you, Zacharias, I’m going with someone else.”
“Hrmph,” he said again and turned, stomping out of the room.
“Honestly, that boy,” Susan said with a sigh.
“The way you say boy, my dear, sounds like an imprecation against all our number and I beg you not to associate the rest of us with that lout.” Justin grinned at the girl, but she ignored him, turning back to her Arithmancy book.
***
“Hrmph.”
“So, tell me, Smith, does that whole non-verbal thing really work for you with the Hufflepuff girls? Or is that why you’re asking the Gryffindors now?”
Zacharias ignored the Creevey boy and looked Weasley again. “Are you sure, Weasley?”
“You’re asking me to the ball and yet you still call me by my last name? For all I know you really want to be asking Ron.”
“Hrmph!”
“Who knew you could sound offended without actually saying anything?”
“Shush, Neville. No, Smith, I won’t go with you.”
Nodding slightly, Zacharias shrugged and turned away.
***
“Don’t even bother, Smith,” Mandy said, cutting the boy off. “We’ve heard about your serial invitations. Let’s do this the quick way. Any girls here willing to go with him to the ball, raise your hands.” She paused and no one moved. “Alright, there you go. Head off then - we’re working.”
“Hrmph,” Zacharias said with a scowl.
“Hey, Smith, I’ll go with you,” Terry Boot said with a grin.
Stomping off, Zacharias let out a quiet, “Hrmph.”
***
“Is it true you’ve gone entirely non-verbal?” Little Natalie Macdonald was peering up at the Hufflepuff she’d hunted down - the strangest stories were going around about him.
“Hrmph,” he practically snarled at her.
“You’re not under some sort of diabolical Slytherin curse, are you? Doomed to grunt your life away?”
“Hrmph,” he said, more of a amused snort than anything else.
“Cause if you were I’d be willing to help...” The girl trailed off, wide blue eyes fixed on him.
“Hrm...?”
“Really, anything that I could do...”
“...”
“Anything at all...”
“Want to go to the ball?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Natalie smiled brightly. “Yes, I would. Honestly, you’ve gone through practically every other girl in the school.”
“Hrmph.”