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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 22:09:52 GMT -4
Didn't Barnaby get the point of secrets?? They weren't supposed to be told! Or shared! If he knew, it wouldn't be a secret any longer. This was like... first year logic. Why didn't he understand that?
"They're just... Remind me of someone." He muttered, mostly to himself. Was that even true? Maybe Barnaby would buy it and just let it go. Not likely, but still plausible. This was ridiculous! He was Marshall Lee the Troublemaker! He did not get... nervous or uncomfortable discussing anything! So why was this so different??
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 22:16:39 GMT -4
"Remind you?" Suddenly the little rectangle of thin paper that he'd folded the stem in was fascinating. He folded it smaller and smaller again, his mind on the meaningless excuse for origami. "Did you get dumped, then?" He wasn't surprised. Anyone would dump Marshall.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 22:24:28 GMT -4
Marshall forced a laugh. As if! Marshall Lee Graven didn't get dumped. He was the one dumping. Dumping you out like trash on a Monday! Or... Tuesday... Or whenever muggles disposed of their garbage.
"I'm currently on the ~wonderful~ single market, thank you very much; I haven't dated anyone since that one time in third year. The ladies are just shy." He gave a smile, glad Barnaby was believing the sort of lie.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 22:35:17 GMT -4
"Well, I know you're single now, I just meant..." He trailed off as Marshall mentioned third year. He hadn't meant to bring up a painful memory. There was an awkward moment of silence in which Gumball stared at the table, fiddling with the napkin. Then he glanced over at him, hoping he wasn't upset--nope. He was smiling. Oh. He cleared his throat, ready to change the topic from Marshall and his love life.
"S-so...is the food any good? It's not stale or anything, yes?"
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 22:47:27 GMT -4
"Yeah, it's fine. Didn't you eat a strawberry? It's good." A sigh of relief. Not that he couldn't handle himself; it was just nice to get away from that topic. Third year was... An interesting year to say the least... Right. Food. Distraction. It really wasn't that bad, the food they got at Hogwarts was pretty awesome and always good, so why should any of this be any different?
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 22:51:28 GMT -4
"Yes, the strawberry was delicious." Speaking of which...he leaned around Marshall again and stole another one. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he hoped the resulting argument would keep Marshall's mind off memories.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 22:56:07 GMT -4
"Hey!" Okay. He said he could have one. And Barnaby had taken one... And then two. The audacity! Taking his strawberries! "You said you got them for me!" He grabbed the bowl possessively, inching away from Gumball. So now the Ravenclaw got two strawberries. That was more than enough, right? Right! So... He could just keep his hands off now!
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 23:00:05 GMT -4
"I did get them for you." He frowned and took a bite of the strawberry. "Aren't you grateful?" He didn't try to follow Marshall as he edged away.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 23:07:26 GMT -4
"Of course I am--" Would he really admit this to Barnaby? Yeaaaaah, how about no? "--not! I could have gotten them myself if you just told me where the kitchen was." But despite the [not-so] harsh words, Marshall extended the basket back out towards his classmate. I guess he can have some more. He did get the food, after all... ... ... Why was reason such a jerk?
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 23:11:52 GMT -4
"No thank you." He waved the basket away, adding playfully. "I'm not really very hungry."
So they were back to talking about the kitchen again, huh?
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 23:19:42 GMT -4
Marshall rolled his eyes. More of the fruit for him then.
"What? You just waiting for dinner then?" It's just like Barnaby to stick to this "normal" meal schedule. How boring. Completely Barnaby. Boring Barnaby. Pfffft... It seemed like a superhero name. Marshall snickered to himself at his own little joke. Just imagine him with a cape... A pink cape nonetheless! Ohman, this had to happen sometime!
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 23:24:40 GMT -4
"Is that amusing?" Not being a mind reader, Gumball thought he was laughing at his own remark about waiting for dinner. "Yes, I am. I would have made you wait as well, if you hadn't woken up so abysmally late."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 23:32:26 GMT -4
His laughter quickly died as Gumball began speaking [funny the differences this one Ravenclaw could make... Not. that any of it mattered.] "Hey, for all you know, I could have been up, studying late!" That wasn't really too far from the truth, but it wasn't like Gumball would believe him if he said he was studying anyway. And it was a weekend! So what did his sleeping habits have to do with it? All it meant were later meals. That's it. No harm done.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 23:34:44 GMT -4
"You were studying?" His tone was pleased but skeptical. "What were you studying for?" He noticed that Marshall hadn't answered his question about whether it was funny, but he decided to just let it go.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 23:43:08 GMT -4
"For all you know, I was." Marshall sulked, taking a bite [not a girly bite. duh.] of a strawberry. He knew Barnaby would continue to pester him about which class or whatever he was studying until he gave him a kinda not so vague answer.
"Just, you know, some of everything." Actually, it was more like History of Magic. A class he wasn't that good at and he had heard that the new teacher was... Well, he hadn't actually heard anything about the new teacher, it was just a class he wasn't fond of... Or good at . But for all he knew, Barnaby might try to force him to study more... Or actually help him study. Not that he would m-- Yes he would. Be quiet you.
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