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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 1:06:15 GMT -4
"We could ask someone! There's bound to be at least ONE person that knows!" Marshall frowned; so close yet so far! "And it's not like we'll get in trouble for asking either! Students are allowed in there. And if they aren't, No big problem." He shrugged; Trouble was practically his middle name [okay, so maybe it wasn't that close to-- No wait. You don't get to know that.] "Besides, I thought you knew where just about everything in this school was!"
What a let down. His stomach growled again, signalling the need for food. Like. Now. He couldn't wait until dinner! He'd just waste away to nothingness in the meantime! They'd find a skeleton in his place! Okay, so maybe that wasn't that realistic [or scary], but it's the thought that counts, okay?
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 1:09:35 GMT -4
"I do know!" he protested. He wouldn't give in, and he refused to feel bad for Marshall. It was the Slytherin's fault he had woken up so late. But it was difficult, especially when his stomach growled loudly. It was his nature to feed people-- it was something that ran in the family! Still, he knew that once he told he let the knowledge out, it was gone forever.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 16:35:19 GMT -4
"You do? That's great!" Marshall brightened considerably. "So where is it then?" It must be awesome being a prefect; knowing where like... everything in the school was! If they weren't so stiff and boring [and if the teachers weren't so biased.], he might consider trying something like that...
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 16:44:35 GMT -4
It is good to be a prefect. They have the best bathrooms.
"Wait..." that hadn't come out right. "It's not your business anyway. You can hold on until dinner. It's only a few hours." Of course, then he'd have to put up with Marshall's complaining until then...he should have swiped more food when he had the chance.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 22:57:39 GMT -4
That are all too easy to sneak into.
"Come on! I'm really... really....really hungry!" He stressed each 'really', dragging them out for multiple seconds. There. That should make his point. "I swear, we'll be in and out of the kitchens like that!" He snapped. See? Like... Only a second long! How could Barnaby complain about that? "Do you not like kitchens or something? Some childhood fear? Cause, dude, I would totally understand that." Annnnnd take advantage of his fear, but he didn't need to say that.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 23:07:36 GMT -4
Not if you don't know the password.
He shook his head. "No, don't be silly." In fact, he'd grown up practically in the kitchen, helping his parents mix up recipes for the newest strange type of candy.
It didn't look like he was going to dissuade Marshall, so with a sigh he said, "Look, I'll go get you food and meet you back here, alright?" He didn't think such an easy solution would work, but it was worth a try.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 23:18:48 GMT -4
Shame the other prefects are easily bribed.
"Okay! Promise you'll be back? With good food? None of that healthy stuff? Oh! Oh! And a lot of strawberries-- You know... So they don't go to waste." Marshall grinned; this was awesome! He wouldn't have to wait until dinner and they wouldn't have to find a skeleton in his dormroom later! ... But wait. What if Barnaby was thinking about taking all the food with him and not even planning on returning? That conniving Ravenclaw would do something like that, wouldn't he? Actually... No. But still! Knowing where the kitchen is would be veeeeery helpful in the future.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 23:23:30 GMT -4
Only if you're a terrible person.
"I promise I'll bring you back as many strawberries as I can carry." No promise was too much to get out of this situation with the secret of the kitchen's location safe. "I'll be right back, so don't move a muscle"
Sometimes he felt like he was Marshall's babysitter.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 23:28:58 GMT -4
Good thing I am a terrible person, huh~?
"Yeah, yeah, like I have anything better to do." Sad thing was, he didn't. He slid down to the floor, resting against the doors to the Great Hall, smiling, waving Barnaby away. So he'll 'be right back' that must mean that the kitchen wasn't very far. Did Barnaby actually expect him to sit patiently, waiting for him? Did he really not expect that the moment his back was turned, Marshall was going to be back on his feet, ready to find out where the kitchen is?
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 27, 2011 23:31:13 GMT -4
Good thing. Good thing indeed.
Well no, he didn't expect that. He'd learned long ago that Marshall would never do as he was told. So he made sure to check over his shoulder more than once as he walked away, keeping his eye on his wayward classmate. If he took the roundabout route up that staircase and then down again on the other side, it would help hide his tracks, he hoped.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 27, 2011 23:39:55 GMT -4
So Barnaby actually learned from past experiences. That was... Well, to be honest, a pain. Making up new tricks all the time could get tiring. Maybe he could find a tracking spell or something? Would that be worth the time it took to look it up? Time he could be using to stud-- er... sleep? He contemplated the pros and cons of the spell, deciding to give Barnaby a break and actually stay put. Who knows? Maybe he would become paranoid if he started doing what he was told? This could be fun...
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 0:06:34 GMT -4
Satisfied that he wasn't being followed, Gumball hurried down to the kitchens. It was with familiar ease that he tickled the painting and climbed into the warm room, greeting the house elves cheerfully. He took a deep breath, enjoying the smell, but he knew he had to hurry. He asked around for food ("No, I'm not cooking today. Do you have any strawberries?") and they gave him a large box to put the strawberries, several thick slices of cold meat and good bread, three bright apples, and a small flagon of pumpkin juice (he politely turned down the butterbeer). Then he thanked them all and set off, checking both ways for the troublesome teen before leaving.
As he approached where he'd left Marshall, he hoped the boy would still be there. If he had lost interest and run off, then what would he do?
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 0:14:07 GMT -4
Run around with his hands full of food, of course.
But luckily for him, Marshall was still in the same place he had left him, still contemplating whether or not the spell would be worth it, though when he saw the food, the tracking spell was completely forgotten. He jumped up, rushing over, not bothering to wait for Barnaby to come to him.
"Dude, you are awesome!" There was so much of it! Of course, he could probably eat all of it [in one sitting, not to mention...], but he would be polite [kind of] and wait for Barnaby to hand him all the glorious food [kind of. Save for a few strawberries that seemed to just jump into his mouth]
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 0:22:31 GMT -4
Awesome? Well, for that he could probably let 'dude' slide. "Slow down, Marshall, you'll give yourself indigestion." Despite his stern words, a fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he saw Marshall go straight for the strawberries. Still...
"You can't eat lunch in the middle of the hallway. Let's go sit down."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 19:51:47 GMT -4
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Marshall smirked, popping another strawberry into his mouth. Maybe he should go slower; the strawberries food in general would last a lot longer that way. And what was wrong with eating food in the middle of the hall, anyway? Oh well, whatever.
He sauntered over to the heavy wooden doors, deftly flipping his wand out from behind his ear, quickly muttering the spell [he had used oh-so-many times before] that would cause the door to unlock, swinging open.
"After you~" He slipped his wand back to it's proper spot behind his ear, stepping to the side of the threshold to allow Barnaby to pass.
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