I was so handsome women cried.

[joryelecott]

Week Name: A Quiet Lull
Date/Time: Saturday, November 4th, 2006 / 12:19 PM
Location: Hogsmeade - Three Broomsticks
Characters: Jory Elecott, Benjamin Blair
Status: Public
Summary: Negotiations and arguments about nothing at all.
Completion: Incomplete

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[bigbadbenji]

Oh did Benji make him wait or what.

Traipse into the pub, chat up the barmaid-

Do you come here often you must 'cause you work here

-order milk. Always milk. Finally he joined Elecott at the table in back-

had they said table in back? he always requested 'table in back'

-and banged the mug of milk down. It sloshed. The Daily Prophet would suffer for it. White milk spilt right across a headline.

"Dear Diary," he recited, watching Elecott make notes in his cute little journal. "Benji Blair is the handsomest boy at school. I think I fancy him. But how can I tell him when I am so shy and so plain faced."

With a thump, he dropped himself down into the seat across from Elecott. He pulled out his wand and transfigured one of Elecott's quills into a straw. He put the straw in. He blew bubbles. Finally: "It's alright. I'm here. Tell me to my face."

[joryelecott]

Rather suddenly, the headline was not McGonagall and Murtagh Feud Again! so much. It was McGonagall and Murtagh [LOUSY PUDDLE OF MILK]. Jory finished making a note and then detained greeting Benjamin in favour of pulling his wand out of his robes and performing evanesco on the table, causing the milk to vanish and some of the ink in the paper. Oh well. He sighed and put his wand away.

He might have offered a greeting at this point, but Benjamin was in full-tilt insane-speaking mode, so he waited patiently, read over the scores for the Arrows' match, made a last note or two in the journal before shutting it and tying it closed, performing the locking spell under his breath and under the sort of continuous audio presence of Benjamin. Talking. As always.

"Tell you what to your face?" he asked blankly, speaking at last.

[bigbadbenji]

"Tell me what. Tch."

Benji blew out, blew in. Made bubbles, drank milk. He did this in sequence.

"That you fancy me. Elecott. It's alright see, I don't mind, but let’s just stay friends. Yeah?"

Fun as it was, he wasn’t here to make idle non-flirtatious chit-chat. He did have a touch of purpose for spending a small part of his glorious Hogsmeadean freedom stuffed up in a dreary pub drinking milk-not-quite-cold with Elecott. Elecott wasn’t even rightfully good for conversation. Oh well talk they wouldn’t, talk they would.

He made a big show of standing up from his chair. Applying a decent amount of pressure, he pushed the chair as loudly as he could across the wooden floor of the pub, round round round the table until it (SMACK) banged up right against the edge of Elecott’s chair. Then he collapsed into it. Shifted about in his seat. He and Elecott were as close as two old chums could be and now it was quite literally.

[joryelecott]

"Oh," Jory said dryly, "that." You learned a few things the longer you knew Benjamin, and one was that if you responded to his teasing, he wouldn't quit. Not that it really bothered Jory, he was more than capable of tuning it out, but it certainly made it difficult to get anything done.

He watched in silence as Benjamin (with no silence to speak of) dragged the chair about; for the sake of the rest of the inhabitants of The Three Broomsticks, he tried as hard as he could to not appear embarrassed, although the amount of noise drew attention. He also refrained from shifting his chair away from Benjamin's, although sitting this close was bloody stupid.

"Sitting this close," Jory decided to say, "is bloody stupid." He didn't mean it as an insult, though. He was just saying so.

[bigbadbenji]

It was Benji's turn to sigh. This thick-headed git. He was just hopeless.

"Because," he explained impatiently, "you are not yet 16. In the grand scheme of things, no, NO. They are not too old. In this moment where YOU, Elecott, have a mother complex and cannot appreciate a girl unless she is older than you? They're too old. Now c'mon."

Poke poke poke. He poked Elecott in the side. Was going to only do it once and then wondered if Elecott was ticklish. Kept poking. Poke poke poke poke. Once that was done:

"Tell me if ya fancy any girls, Smell-o-cott."

[joryelecott]

((Holy eljay hiccup, Batman.))Jory frowned. He did not agree with that, and he was going to be sixteen soon anyway, so what was the issue there? If Benjamin was truly trying to make a point--and it was Benjamin, so he probably wasn't, actually--Jory could follow along. There was a difference between blindly fancying a pretty seventh year and thinking that one of your mate's mums, Benjamin's for example, was fanciable

[bigbadbenji]

[I thought it was just me.]

Benji leaned in close. Maybe they should not speak so loudly about this. Maybe it was embarrassing for some blokes and that was fine, Benji was considerate. Specially when it came to his favouritest of blokes.

"Why?" he stage-whispered, thunking his forehead against Elecott's. THUNK. "Do you want to have a sleep-over? Thunk-thunk?" He thunked two more times and then moved away. "Dunno how Beau would feel about that. But if that's what you want, we can. I'll turn him into a holiday ham and stick him in the freezer, mmm-mmm."

If Jory was wanting to discuss this during a sleepover, it must have been very serious. VERY serious indeed!

[joryelecott]

"No, that's not what I--stop it." Jory patiently waited for Benjamin to knock it off with the thunking business. Once that was finished, he moved his head away and ran a hand through his unruly hair, as though Benjmain had 'messed it up' with his conking their heads together.

Slowly (ignoring the babble about the holiday ham, since it did not make sense), he explained, "I just mean that we aren't girls having a sleepover, there's no reason to gossip over who I fancy, Benjamin."

He took a disinterested sip of his drink. "So the whole thing is irrelevant, let's move on."