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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 1:09:00 GMT -4
The Three Broomsticks. Yep. This is the right place. Although the first years didn't necessarily know that... Turning back to the group of students, Marshall Lee shrugged. "Sorry guys. Guess it's not this place either."
He had promised he'd take a buttload of first years to this 'awesome pub' down in Hogsmeade. And well, see, technically he did. He was just going to take them a bit past it. And then maybe ditch them. And leave them in alleyways. Annnnnnnnnd loop around back to The Three Broomsticks to enjoy a butterbeer for a job well done.
It's not like he was just going to leave the first years there! He'd come back for them... You know, eventually. But details aren't important. What was important at this moment was making sure there weren't any prefects in this little group of his. Prefects were pretty much party poopers and would definitely spoil his fun. Especially a certain pink haired one. Lame.
"So, guys." Marshall turned back to his group, smiling down at them [as first years, they were mostly waaay shorter than him... Except for that one freakishly tall first year. Really. It shouldn't be allowed to be that tall.] "It's just down the street a bit. Take your third left and go down that tiny alley and you'll be right there!" Marshall pointed in the general direction. "Now go, shoo, shoo, I'll catch up to all of you."
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 16, 2011 1:20:13 GMT -4
Making his way through the first years was that certain pink haired prefect, thank you very much. He caught the shoulder of one of the passing students, one he just knew had to be too young to be here. After a moment of discussion (during which he tried to convince them to go back to Hogwarts immediately and they blew him off) he had assessed the situation. He looked over in the direction of the Three Broomsticks, the direction the first year had pointed him. When he spotted what seemed to be a familiar figure heading into the pub, he sighed.
Again? That guy played this same trick every year and it was starting to get old. He should probably scold him. Since he wasn't in his house, he couldn't take points from him, but he could at least tell him that what he was doing was wrong.
One of these days he had to listen, right? Gumball followed him into the pub.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 1:30:18 GMT -4
Marshall slid into a seat near the window so he could at least pretend like he was keeping an eye on the first years. Okay, so maybe he was, but hey. They were first years. They weren't supposed to even be here until they were in their third year of school. Not that he was complaining. He had gotten five galleons from each of them.
And that, my friend. Is definitely more than enough for a couple rounds of butterbeer. Marshall smiled smugly; he hadn't been yanked out of the inn yet by a professor like three years ago, or lost any of the first years [yet] like only a year ago. This year might be the year nothing goes wrong. Of course, those little first-ies will get yelled at but, whatever. Not my problem.
The butterbeer didn't take long to arrive and Marshall Lee took a hearty swig, only to choke and spit out nearly everything he had just swallowed. Pink. And this trip had been going so well! Marshall ducked underneath the table, only to reach around, searching for his glass of butterbeer [shut up, that stuff was good, okay??]. The inn was crowded enough where there might be a chance that the pink prefect of Ravenclaw may not see him.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 16, 2011 1:43:23 GMT -4
Gumball scanned the crowded pub for the other sixth year. He had to be here; the first year he'd spoken to had described him perfectly, right down to the two freckles on his neck that Marshall insisted were vampire bites. Still, the other boy didn't stand out much, and he'd probably slip out the back if he saw Gumball coming.
With this in mind, he made his way to the bar and spoke to the woman working behind it. She knew Marshall and his antics well, so she pointed in the direction of his table before shooing him away so she could get back to work.
He walked over to the tables near the window but...no pale Hogwarts student here. He must have escaped. Gumball knew that if he got away there was no chance in catching up with him; he was probably in the air by now. So he took a seat at the only seemingly unoccupied table nearby and resigned himself to hunt him down later to scold him.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 1:58:56 GMT -4
Marshall took a drink from his glass, narrowing his eyes as the Pink Prefect sat down. What are you doing here? Leave. Leave. Leave. Now. Leeeeeeeeave. Leave! Leave... LEAVE. Gumball remained seated. Okay. So telepathy isn't working. Good to know. Taking another sip, he leaned against the bar in the middle of the table holding it up.
I hope no one sits here... Cause if they do-- Just at that moment, karma decided to be a COMPLETE jerk. This Neanderthal of a man was sitting down at his table! I mean... How could he not see Marshall underneath the table?? Was he blind or something? It's like... I'm hiding, man! Can't you tell? Go away! A quick elbow to the mans shin caused him to stand up abruptly; he hadn't even finished sitting down and he was back on his feet, looking under the table to see what the problem was.
"Hey, buddy. Scram! Get lost!" Marshall hissed, shooing the man away with his free hand while he finished off his butterbeer with the other. "Oh! And hey! Think you could get me a refill?" Marshall shook the empty glass back and forth, as if to emphasize exactly how empty it was [and it was pretty empty], but the man just scowled, finding another table without even answering the sixth year under the table.
"Hmph! Lame!"
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 16, 2011 2:06:12 GMT -4
Over at one of the other tables, Gumball noticed a man...fall off his chair? Was he drunk? But as he watched the events unfold, the situation became clear. He set a stern expression on his face and waited for the other man to leave. Once he was gone, the prefect got to his feet and strode over to the table that he now knew Marshall was hiding over. He peered under the edge of the table; it was difficult to keep his face serious while it was upside down but by golly he was trying.
"Explain."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 8:28:31 GMT -4
Foiled. Again.
"Explain? Explain what?" Marshall looked up at the Ravenclaw, grinning. "Well, you see, I'm clearly out of butterbeer, and I was wondering if you'd get a me a refill!" He waved his glass around towards Gumball. He knew that there was no way the Ravenclaw would ever get him a refill, or you know, anything else really. BUT! It was still fun to tease him. He always took things way too seriously and, because of that, his reactions were also so flippin' hilarious!
Marshall Lee leaned back. Okay. So, clearly, he had been caught, but that doesn't necessarily mean that Gumball knew about the first years! Well... Maybe, considering he did the same thing every year. Annnnd he kind of always got caught. But that was all part of the fun!
"So what's up this time, Barnaby?" He knew that Gumball hated that name, but it was waaaaaaaaay too much fun to say. Barn-a-by. Very fun, you should try it sometime. "Because I know you don't talk to me just because of my ~wonderful~ personality. Anything I can help you with?" Marshall slid a glance down to his empty butterbeer. He kinda missed it... Should probably get a refill soon. He still had a couple galleons left.
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Post by Yellow Bosque-Verde on Sept 16, 2011 8:45:51 GMT -4
Yellow was one of the many first years Marshall led into the town. Really, she didn't want to break the rules and come to Hogsmeade as a first year...but her friend, Charlotte, had dragged her along. She was even more nervous when the older boy who had brought them here suddenly left them all alone in an alley.
"Does anyone know where we a-are...? O-Or how to get back to the school?"
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 16, 2011 11:07:00 GMT -4
"I refuse to get you a refill. Come out from under the table." He indicated the seat next to him.
How did his classmate expect to get away with this? He did the exact same thing all every year; it's not like it was difficult to catch him.
He was still worried about the first years, however, and glanced out the window to see if he could maybe catch their attention and wave them back home. He'd made friends with a few of them this year; what would he do if Mac or Charlotte were among them? They were technically in danger and it was all Marshall's fault.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 16, 2011 18:23:08 GMT -4
Rolling his eyes at the prefects snobby, yet oh-so-normal tone of voice [well, normal for Barnaby] "It's not like it was comfortable under here anyway," Marshall climbed out from underneath the table, placing his empty glass on the equally empty table, and took a minute to stretch, acting as if he had been crouching underneath the table for a century and a half. Shouldn't let them old bones get all creaky! People might hear you squeak and creak if you're trying to sneak up on them, and then, what's the point?? Need to stay limber, that way, you can scare the living daylights out of them. Stay limber. Hm... That should go on my list of rules... If I had one, of course.
Taking a seat, the sixth year winked at the other. "There's a lotta first years this year, you should have fun rounding all them up. I dropped 'em off somewhere near Zonko's. Try and get them before they buy something from there, I dare you!" Marshall smirked, knowing fully well that tracking down first years was near impossible and forcing them not to buy anything from Zonko's? Pffft.. Not gonna happen! There would be fake illnesses, mini firecrackers, and little eggs hatching strange creatures all around the school for days . Not that Marshall minded. Anything to liven up the old, drafty school [and annoyed the prefects to no end] was welcome! Not to mention the little eleven year olds would probably be hopped up on sugar for oh, say... The next four hours? It's been a good day.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 17, 2011 0:21:54 GMT -4
"Near Zonko's? Really?" He was annoyed, but slightly relieved; that wasn't a particularly dangerous part of town. Unless they really had no common sense (which he was being optimistic by expecting of a first year) they should be alright. With that worry out of the way, he concentrated on the problem at hand.
"Why do you keep doing this? You're always caught. I'll tell one of the teachers and you'll get detention."
He knew it wasn't much of a threat, but he felt obliged to inform him of his intentions.
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Post by Yellow Bosque-Verde on Sept 17, 2011 14:05:39 GMT -4
Yellow was sticking with Charlotte, and not really eager to move or get even more lost. She was sure that the older boy would come back eventually...because he wouldn't leave the first years out over night. Would he? He wouldn't, right? Right??? Oh dear....they really might be out in the cold street for days...what would they do? But if they tried to get back to the school they might get lost... What should they do?!? Yellow spent quite a long time simply dithering over what she should do, and eventually settled back on waiting for marshall.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 17, 2011 20:05:38 GMT -4
"Yeah. Zonko's. It's close enough, isn't it? And I can leave them there for a couple of hours. They'll be able to amuse themselves. Obviously." Marshall leaned back in his seat, doing a mental check of all the first and second years he brought to the town. Everyone else could take care of themselves. And if they couldn't get back... Well, technically , they weren't his problem. Okay, so maybe they kind of were. Gumball could deal with them. He was much more likely to bring them back.
Ignoring Gumball's statement about getting detention [who needs detention anyway? They couldn't give it to you if they couldn't find you. Problem solved.], Marshall hopped off his seat. The sun was beginning to set and he should probably head back to the school--er... Round up all the first years and THEN head back to the school.
"Are you going to help me find them, then?"
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 17, 2011 20:15:27 GMT -4
Finding the first years would definitely be easier if Marshall Lee cooperated (and it was probably the only way to be certain to get all of them), but he could just as easily hinder the process. Gumball sighed and got to his feet. There were a few hours before dark; maybe he wouldn't even report Marshall if he was going to make this easy.
"Alright, then. Lead the way."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 17, 2011 21:25:16 GMT -4
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaafter one more butterbeer." He was joking, of course, but still, it was fun to tease the prefect.
"Anyway, let's go!" Weaving his way through the crowded pub, Marshall Lee popped out on the street, breathing in the not-so-crisp, not-yet-winter air. There had been about thirteen first years. He remembered twenty seven confused, bewildered eyes... No wait, that wasn't right. Twenty six eyes staring at him in confusion and awe. Most of them should still be in Zonko's, shouldn't they? He remembered the first time he had been in the store... His third year [he actually had to wait. No big deal.]. He had spent his entire allowance, and kind of well... took some things he couldn't afford after that. He returned them! ... He returned the wrapper... Totally worth it.
"Hey! Hey you!" He ran off after two of the first years loitering outside, not bothering to wait for Gumball. He could handle himself, right? And besides, he'd probably enjoy a break from Marshall [although why anyone wanted to be away from himself for a single minute, he'd never know].
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