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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 20:01:04 GMT -4
Oh but of course he knew the whole time, Gumball thought with a laugh. In a thoroughly good mood by this point, he joked to Marshall as he entered the empty Great Hall, "What a gentleman."
Not comfortable heading to the Slytherin table by himself, instead he set the box on the bare Ravenclaw table and waited for the other boy to join him.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 20:10:38 GMT -4
"Aren't I?" He chuckled, following the Ravenclaw to his respective table, letting the door swing close with a loud [-er than anticipated] 'tchck.' He plopped down at the end of the table, looking around. Funny how different a room could look from just a different table. He drummed his fingers against the table in anticipation.
"So, uh... Food?"
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 20:12:17 GMT -4
"All yours." He pushed the box across the table towards his classmate. He'd already eaten, after all, and it wouldn't do to ruin his appetite before dinner.
"So you listened to me and stayed behind?" He was having trouble hiding how pleased he was by that fact.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 20:22:54 GMT -4
"Thanks!" The Slytherin boy attacked the food once again [at a slower pace, mind you! he wanted this to last...] and was in the process of gnawing on a piece of bread [no, not a strawberry. A slice of bread. That's right.] when Barnaby interrupted his utmost important thoughts [lies]
"So you listened to me and stayed behind?"
"Uh... " He had, hadn't he? Why had he waited? ...Because he was thinking about that spell! Right. That. Just because of the spell. Right. It wasn't like he was the boy who waited. And he didn't want that title. 'Troublemaker' was good enough. Marshall shrugged, trying to brush off the topic. "Guess so."
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 20:27:01 GMT -4
Highly amused, Gumball leaned an elbow on the table, an act which would have been rude and unforgivable if this had been a real meal. "Thank you." In case that sounded too affectionate (no one was watching, though, so why should he care?) he tacked on, "Don't chew with your mouth full."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 20:32:54 GMT -4
"Huh? Thank you? Thank you for what? I didn't do anything." Marshall munched on a strawberry [there were like... a bazillion more!], confused. Sure, Barnaby said 'thank you', actually, he said it a bunch of times... Just not to him. "Are you feeling we--" He was cut off by Gumball's last line. Yep. He was definitely okay.
"Hm, hey, oh! Want one?" Marshall pointed to the strawberries. Like he had said, there were like a bazillion more and he could stand to lose one or two... And Barnaby had been nice enough to get all the food for him [granted, it was probably to get him to shut up, but hey. He'd be the better person here... He'd be... POLITE.]
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 20:39:49 GMT -4
He ignored his first question, not feeling like explaining. He was pleasantly surprised when the Slytherin boy offered him a strawberry. "Are you sure? Aren't they your favorite food?" He didn't think Marshall had it in him to be so selfless. Actually, did the boy have it in him? But what ulterior motive could one possibly have for offering someone strawberries?
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 20:52:45 GMT -4
How did he know? He couldn't have figured it out... Or could he?
"And what makes you think they're my favorite? They just taste good; that's all." Avoiding all eye contact, he fiddled with the tiny green leaves atop one of the strawberries. His secret was safe for yet another day! Although he'd have to be more careful around Barnaby... Ravenclaw's were supposed to be smart...
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 21:11:03 GMT -4
"I think they're you're favorite because," He held up three fingers, putting down each one as he added a point, "You asked about them more than once, and then when I brought food you went straight for them, and you seemed to be enjoying them a lot." When all three fingers here down, he lowered his hand and smiled at Marshall. "What makes you think I wouldn't notice?" He was pretty obvious about it, after all.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 21:25:54 GMT -4
"Well, I uh... I... I--" Marshall sputtered, clearly flustered. He wasn't that easy to read, was he?? No. Play it cool, Marshall, play it cool. "I don't know what you mean." Oh yeah. So smooth. He took one of the three apples as if to prove his point. Don't get him wrong, he liked apples, they just weren't... You know... Strawberries.
"That's completely ridiculous, I don't like them that much-- at all." The tips of his ears turned pink as he struggled to regain his composure.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 21:32:37 GMT -4
"Is it supposed to be a secret?" he asked innocently, leaning forward. There was something rather nice about not being the one teased for once, and he wasn't going to let up so easily.
Well, if Marshall wasn't going to be honest about it, he was going to take a strawberry after all. He reached around the taller boy, choosing one carefully from the small basket.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 21:44:11 GMT -4
"I-It's--" Marshall instinctively leaned away. Well, technically, it was supposed to be a secret... But whatever! Barnaby didn't need to know this. Or use it against him. "It's none of your business, that's what it is... Or isn't." Like he said; words. Not his forte.
He heaved a sigh, watching Gumball take a strawberry from the basket. He did say he could have one, right? Yeah; cause he was being polite.... He better enjoy it. Food [especially strawberries] shouldn't go to waste.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 21:50:03 GMT -4
Not take a bite just yet, he looked down at the strawberry in his hand. What did Marshall see in these? They were just fruit.
"Well, that's rather rude, don't you think? I was just asking." He took a small bite of the strawberry, careful not to get juice on himself.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -4
"You weren't asking, you were prying. Totally different." He finally looked up, watching Barnaby take a bite from the strawberry. Did he do anything normally? You're just supposed to eat the strawberry whole! Not take dainty little girl bites from it... But what did he expect from Barnaby?
"And, so, what if it is?" He cleared his throat, not completely comfortable with this topic. Secrets weren't supposed to be shared. Secrets were meant to be kept to yourself. Not given out freely so that other people could use them against you.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 22:00:04 GMT -4
"What if it's a secret?" He thought about it as he finished the strawberry, neatly folding the leftover leaves in one of the napkins the house elves had included. "Then I suppose I'd want to know why it's a secret." Why would strawberries be such a big deal? It was just a favorite food. Gumball tried to picture any situation in which it would be important to keep that secret, but could think of nothing. Was he afraid of being poisoned?
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