|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 26, 2011 0:25:09 GMT -4
"What happened to no touching?!" but there wasn't much he could do as he was towed towards the Hall, trying to keep up. "Getting there quicker won't make more strawberries appear!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 26, 2011 0:28:18 GMT -4
Marshall came skidding to a halt, spinning around to stare directly into Barnaby's eyes [staring into his SOUL.]. "Yes. It. Will." Then, almost as if remembering what he was doing, Marshall quickly let go of Barnaby's hands, turning back around and continuing to the Great Hall at a slower pace. "Come on, they won't stay un-eaten forever!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 26, 2011 0:31:18 GMT -4
He faltered, taking a half step back as the other boy stared him down. Was he really that serious...about strawberries?
Gumball's sigh was both relieved and exasperated when the other boy turned around and walked away. "Alright, I'm coming." He sped up his face until he was walking next to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 26, 2011 0:40:13 GMT -4
"I swear, if you made me miss the str-- lunch..." Now, beating someone up usually required physical contact. Luckily for him, he knew magic. Which could do all the dirty work by itself. What a wonderful world to be in! "You sure lunch isn't over?" Frustration turned to worry as the thoughts of the doors being locked popped into his mind. Maybe having a watch would be a good thing... He had avoided getting one for years; he had no idea how they worked. Muggles and their inventions. He rubbed the back of his neck, something he did when he got nervous [not that it happened a lot or anything]; a habit he had picked up from who knows where.
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 26, 2011 0:47:15 GMT -4
"I didn't make you do anything. You chose to be late of your own account." He wasn't going to be blamed for the other boy's laziness. He caught himself watching him sideways as they walked down the hallway. Marshall had this...tic of rubbing his neck; it was something he'd noticed years ago. Okay, that was ridiculous. Was he really that worried about the strawberries?!
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 26, 2011 0:59:53 GMT -4
"You decided to have that stupid talk!" So maybe five or ten minutes wasn't that big of a deal, but it was nice to have someone to blame this on just in case lunch was o...ver.
"Gumball? Problem here. The doors fell shut." Marshall knocked on one of the heavy wooden doors, wondering how they closed. There were always open, except when the Great Hall was closed. But lunch was still going on, so that was just a ridiculous notion. Right? Right. Marshall turned to Barnaby. "Think you can hep me get them open? They look really heavy and I don't remember any spell to help..." He shrugged, dismissing the thought of spells actually being important to memorize.
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 26, 2011 1:03:10 GMT -4
"If they're shut, the meal's probably over." but he was already sliding his wand from the stomach-pocket of his pink sweatshirt (what? He'd dressed for the weekend). "The spell to unlock it is alohomora, of course, but if you need help opening the doors themselves then that's more complicated..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 26, 2011 23:50:11 GMT -4
Marshall nodded absently. He knew what alohomora was, of course, he'd used it enough times-- not that Barnaby had to know that. So that wasn't the problem. The doors wouldn't be much of a problem either [he'd find some way or another of opening them]. No, the problem was the food. Every time he had been in the Great Hall for a meal, there had already been food laid out on the tables. So... How did the food get there?? And were could he get some? Marshall glanced over to Gumball, expecting him to protest, but instead was surprised to see him taking out his wand. What washe doing? He was supposed to be the good influence! What kind of mad world was this where Gumball was going to have all the fun and he, Marshall the Troublemaker [yes, he had that title. Pretty awesome , huh?], was having second thoughts?
"Think you can actually get in there?" It wasn't a matter of getting in, it would be whether or not Barnaby was willing to maybe get in trouble for food.
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 0:13:37 GMT -4
"Hm? Probably. It's not as though it's off limits or anything." Most of the school, barring house-specific common rooms and the few rooms restricted to staff members, was open to the students. They wouldn't even get in trouble if caught in the kitchen, but he wasn't about to let Marshall in on the secret of how to get there.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 0:23:39 GMT -4
"What?!" Not off limits?! Why did he just learn this now ?? He could have had late night snacks and strawberries--no. Food. Anytime he wanted! So much time wasted... Oh well. I guess that's okay...
"So wait... Is the food in there?" He tapped the heavy doors with a knuckle,hearing the echo ring out inside. What did the Great Hall even look like when no one was using it? The decorative spells wouldn't still be in place, would they? So no floating candles or the like? Huh... It probably just looked like some boring room then!
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 0:31:37 GMT -4
"Mm...No," he replied carefully. "The food is only in the hall at mealtimes. Would you like me to open it or not?" He couldn't believe that Marshall couldn't even do a simple spell like this. He really needed to help him study for his N.E.W.T.s...what high-level classes was Marshall even in? What sort of career was he aiming for? How strange, that he had no idea...
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 0:39:41 GMT -4
"Well, if the food's not in there, then no! Geez, Barnaby..." Really? He was supposed to be the smart one? Wait.... "Food's in the kitchen?" That was the most probable answer... Just... Where was the kitchen?
"Come on, then! To the food!" Marshall spun around, looking around the empty hall behind him. If he was a kitchen with delicious food, where would he be?
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 0:47:49 GMT -4
"Don't use that name," he mumbled tiredly. He should have made it one of the conditions of forgiving him. Just then,the rest of his statement caught up with him. "W-wait! No! We uh...shouldn't go to the kitchens."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 0:55:59 GMT -4
Deciding to ignore the first statement [didn't he always do that? Did Barnaby really think he was going to stop calling him that? Or was it just habit by this point?], Marshall took a step forward. In the direction of the kitchen, in the direction of delicious, delicious food [and strawberries, but those counted as 'delicious, delicious food.']. The second thing Gumball said held him back. Why not? Why shouldn't they go to the kitchens? What was wrong with them? What was wrong with them was that they weren't easier...ly located. They should be in the center of the school or something! -- Or right next to the Slytherin commonroom. NOT. For any particular reason.
"What?? Why not? Kitchen. Food. Goal." Really. Barnaby was supposed to be the smart one. Maybe he just had a fear of kitchens?
|
|
|
|
Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 0:57:50 GMT -4
"You--we don't know where the kitchens are." Gumball didn't much like lying, but it'd be worth it to keep his little haven safe. (Although, he much suspected that at least one other student, a hufflepuff boy, and possibly the Muggle Studies professor already visited there regularly.)
|
|
