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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 15, 2011 22:01:08 GMT -4
"You're welcome." He didn't find it odd that she was holding on to his arm; his family was old fashioned and such a thing would not be out of place for them.
"It's actually not far, but we can go slowly just in case."
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 15, 2011 22:09:20 GMT -4
Charlotte giggled... No wait, coughed.
"Thank you very much, my head is kind of light and I'm feeling faint, so it would be so much better if we could take a slower pace."
Her plan was to make this fairytale last as long as possible. Even if that included bad acting, fake sicknesses, falling down often, and possibly bribing the nurse. This. Would. Work.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 15, 2011 22:15:10 GMT -4
As they made their way from the library he gave her a concerned look, hoping she wouldn't faint again. "I know a few shortcuts, so hopefully there shouldn't be much walking involved." If she fell, he didn't know what he'd do. He wasn't really strong enough to carry her. Perhaps he could call a teacher over? Or maybe that would qualify as enough of an emergency that he could use a spell to lift her.
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 15, 2011 22:25:00 GMT -4
Charlotte nodded, not really hearing what he was saying. This was like a dream! Nothing could ruin this moment! Everything passed in a blur, she didn't really see the walls, they were just a mundane color in the background, hidden by the pink she was beginning to see everywhere.
"How much farther?"
It wasn't really a question, she probably wouldn't be able to hear, or concentrate long enough on the answer in her dreamy state.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 15, 2011 22:29:52 GMT -4
"We've barely even started!" He responded with a laugh. They continued for a few more steps before he asked, reaching over to tug at the end of one of her pigtails, "So is this natural? I've never met anyone else with pink hair before."
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 15, 2011 22:34:08 GMT -4
Charlotte laughed along with him, his laugh was like angels laughing! It was like bells chiming in a perfect note! It was like-- A tug on one of her pigtails enticed a squeak out of her.
"So is this natural?"
Charlotte fumbled with words for a second [his smile was gorgeous] before nodding.
"Or I've had it as long as I remember. It's just funny like that! I can't remember it ever being any other color,"
She laughed, trying to cover up the fact of her abnormal hair. How could it be natural anyway? Wait... Was his...?
"What about yours? Is it natural? Or magic?"
Either way, it's beautiful.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 15, 2011 22:40:19 GMT -4
"Mine? No, it's magic." And without being asked, he launched into the story.
"I was about four years old and my father was trying out a new type of candy. It was a flavor of gum that was supposed to change color as you chewed it. However, the spell was miscast, or maybe the ingredients were uneven-- I don't quite remember. It turned my hair colors! My parents noticed around turquoise and managed to convince me to spit it out at pink. But they weren't able to turn it back..."
He tugged at his bangs self-consciously.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 18:01:04 GMT -4
The troublesome sixth year was lying in wait, a balloon filled with... something in his hand. He had finally found a bleaching spell, or at least something like it. All it was was enchanted water that could take the color out of anything! You name it! Clothes, hair, paint, souls, ha. Just kidding! Souls don't have a color. Well, okay, so maybe they kind of do, but whatever! He hadn't really paid any attention in the class that day, but that's not a surprise.
Marshall tossed the balloon from hand to hand, getting a feel for its weight. Oh man, he couldn't wait to see the Ravenclaw's face when the balloon exploded all over him, taking the color away from his annoyingly pink hair! Doesn't he know that red is such a better color? Apparently not. Marshall checked his watch. Where was he?? Barnaby always took this hallway to the grounds around the school. His schedule never changed and he was always on time! He should know, he had been scolded by Barnaby many... many times for being late to class. Not that the classes mattered anyway. They were all boring classes [which, of course, Gumball excelled at] full of facts and writing and a whole lotta nothing! So being late was totally justifiable!
Marshal Lee groaned, stepping out from behind his hiding spot behind a column. Where could he be? It wasn't like the Ravenclaw had a life. I mean, he's in Ravenclaw for a reason! ... He's in the library isn't he? That loser.
The Slytherin made his was to the library, and [after a few wrong turns. Okay, so maybe he didn't know exactly where the library was], he spotted his intended target. Pink hair? Chec-- Hey, wait a minute. There were two pink...nettes or whatever they were called. Oh well. Change of plans. He didn't tease girls or young first years ... Usually. Okay, maybe kind of not really but still! He only intended for the balloon to hit Gumball.
Sneaking up as quietly as he could [which was pretty darn quiet-- even if he says so himself], he jumped next to Gumball, quickly falling in step with him, slinging an arm around his shoulder.
"So, Barnaby~ You'd be so surprised, I was looking all over for you! You see, I have a ... "special" balloon here for you with your name on it! Really it has your face on it too!" Marshall turned the balloon around to reveal a little pink smilie face.
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 16, 2011 18:07:36 GMT -4
Charlotte nodded, losing herself in his story. What a tragic tale! But he did pull it off.
Pink is a good hair color anyway!
She was enjoying her time alone with Gumball, it was like a dream come true! Him telling her stories, even little silly ones! It could only get better from here! Happily ever after! And suddenly, that "Happily Ever After" came crashing down, shattering into a thousand little pieces as another person showed up, moving his arm so casually around her Prince's shoulders! An abomination!
Charlotte disliked him immediately. He was ruining her happy, pink fantasy with his... his.... dark... doom and gloom! And, and, and general appearance! He looked like a ragamuffin! Why was he disgracing her Prince's company like this?? Her grip around Gumball's arm tightened as she glared daggers at the new addition.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 17, 2011 0:17:42 GMT -4
When he heard that voice behind him, Gumball could only shake his head and sigh. He turned his head face the newcomer, asking with trepidation, "What are you talking about?"
He considered shrugging the other's arm off his shoulder, but was distracted by the balloon. His face? He flushed. Whatever Marshall thought he was doing, it wasn't cute or clever. It was really just annoying. He was about to tell him so when he felt Charlotte's grip on his arm tighten, and he glanced at her worriedly. Was she scared of the Slytherin boy?
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 17, 2011 20:21:53 GMT -4
"Yeah? See it?" Marshall poked the balloon's cheek. Or... Where a cheek should have been if it hadn't been a balloon. "It's even pink!" Not to brag or anything, but the balloon looked pretty awesome. And it had only taken him about four hours... Just because of the spell, mind you! [And so... Maybe art wasn't his forte... Not. The. Point.] "So, this was supposed to be a surprise, but you were taking too long and now you're with a little first year," Marshall nodded, acknowledging the pink haired girl that seemed to be glaring at him. First impressions. What a joke. She'd come around... Maybe. And if she didn't, who cares? No one really needs another pink haired kid annoying them.
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 17, 2011 23:02:59 GMT -4
Charlotte just glared.
Why is he here? Just to bother my prince? Shoo! Go away you creep!
It wasn't until she was attempting to burn a hole in this... this... loser's head did she realize she was nearly cutting off the circulation of her prince's arm. She couldn't do that! What if she accidentally was responsible for her prince losing his arm?? That would mean he wouldn't have BOTH hands to hold her hand as they skipped across rainbow fields to their pink castle! Or carry her princess style across the pink threshold on their wedding day!
The girl immediately let go of Gumball's arm, but, ultimately, took a step closer to him. Even if she couldn't cling to him, she was going to protect him from this monster moron that had suddenly appeared!
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 17, 2011 23:11:11 GMT -4
Gumball misunderstood her reasons for moving closer and put one arm around her reassuringly. He hoped that she wasn't intimidated by Marshall.
"It doesn't matter much to me if your balloon is pink," since Marshall was just going to break it anyway, "or if it has a face." One that did not look like him, by the way.
"Did you need something?" he continued. "If not, please let go of me."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 18, 2011 0:09:41 GMT -4
"Well, I kinda needed you, but you're busy, aren't you? Can't you just ditch the first year?" Marshall poked the balloon, watching it spin around in lopsided circles, casting a sidelong glance to Charlotte. It seemed like everyone with pink hair disliked him. Pink hair must do something to a person that made them dislike perfectly normal people! Maybe he could do a research paper on this... Who was he kidding, he never wrote papers.
"Unless, of course, you just want to throw this at yourself, although I think that might be kinda hard. You know, aim and stuff." Marshall dangled the balloon dangerously close to Gumballs face, hoping for a disgusted reactionm usually, he wasn't disappointed.
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Sept 18, 2011 0:09:44 GMT -4
This bonehead needs to leave. Like, now.
"Just leave him alone!"
And with that, Charlotte plucked the balloon from Marshall's hand, launching it at him where it popped upon impact. The dazed sixth year stood still, confused as to what just happened. All it was was water, right? Well, it just looked like water... Until that stupid jerks cloak started to turn white. Charlotte just stared in awe.
What the heck was in there??
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