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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 28, 2011 23:46:43 GMT -4
"Hm. If you say so." When Marshall was unable to give a concrete answer, Gumball immediately assumed he was lying. It wasn't a stretch; he lied to him often.
"How are you doing in your classes, by the way?" The school year had only started recently, but they'd had a few assignments. "Do you need any help?"
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Sept 28, 2011 23:55:37 GMT -4
Uh... Crap.
"I'm doing fine." Marshall stiffened, reaaaaaaaally not needing this question. The school year just started and already the professors decided to dump a huge load of work. The only thing that kept him going was the promise that Quidditch would start soon... And he had to keep up with his schoolwork if he wanted to stay on the team. He had come so close to getting kicked off years before and there was no way he wanted that to happen again. He munched on another strawberry, occupying himself so he wouldn't have to completely answer the question.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Sept 29, 2011 0:00:35 GMT -4
He sighed, pretty sure Marshall was lying again. "Well, I won't have much sympathy for you if you come wailing to me the night before you have an essay due. We're sixth years, Marshall. We have N.E.W.T.s next year. You need to step it up."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Oct 4, 2011 15:29:18 GMT -4
Marshall smirked, back to his old self in a flash. "Duh, I'll come to you two nights before an essay's due! Have a little faith in me, huh?" Even as he said this though, he was doing a quick mental check to make sure he didn't have any papers. Hm... Hm... ... ... Nope! He was good. Nothing due in the immediate future. Awesome! More time to pester people [mainly Barnaby-- sorry dude.].
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Oct 4, 2011 16:07:43 GMT -4
"If you do that, I won't help you." It was probably a lie; as a prefect, he would feel terrible about ignoring any student's plea for academic assistance, even if that student was as annoying as Marshall.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Oct 5, 2011 16:57:30 GMT -4
"Not like I would tell you, Barnaby." His classmate was lying, he could tell. He had spent way too many years making up essays and way too many late nights cramming for tests with said classmate to not know that the Ravenclaw prefect was lying.
He shrugged, dismissing the idea. He had told himself he was actually going to try this year; no way he was going to get kicked off of the Quidditch team. He had worked too long and too hard for that. And, unlike his nature, he had actually been staying on top of his work. He hadn't missed any assignments yet! Okay, so maybe he had fallen asleep in class already and maybe cut a class or two... or five. But that was okay, cause he hadn't fallen behind. The end justifies the means, right? ... Right?
"So don't worry 'bout me, okay Pinkie? I got everything under control."
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Oct 5, 2011 17:19:48 GMT -4
"Hmph." He didn't say what he was thinking; that he couldn't help but worry about the reckless Slytherin. He shook his head.
"I find that very hard to believe."
Standing up, he began to gather up the few food containers that were empty. "Are you finished?"
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Oct 11, 2011 14:58:46 GMT -4
"Find what hard to believe? The nickname? Well, I mean, oh man, you really like pink, and you know, it's not that hard to add an 'ie' to a color... Or is it a 'y'?" This was serious. Ie or Y?? ... Right. Not the point.
"Are you finished?"
His classmates voice jolted him out of his thoughts, proning him to scan the nearby area, making sure all the food was either gone or accounted for... Well, okay. Make sure the strawberries were accounted for. Hey! Don't look at me like that, they're important! Geez... Uh... Wait... Right.
"Sure, I guess so." He shrugged, subtly [that's right. Ninja master right here.] bringing the strawberries in his direction. Mission accomplished. And Barnaby was none the wiser. "So what? After this I mean," Sneaky ninja master. I'm telling you.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Oct 11, 2011 22:00:36 GMT -4
He tsked, shaking his head. "You've made a mess." He wiped at a pool of strawberry juice with a napkin. Once the table was clean, he deigned to answer Marshall's question. "Well, what are you planning to do? There are a few hours until dinner..." He went over his schedule in his mind. He didn't have any homework or other pressing matters to attend to, so he could probably put up with the other's insanity for awhile.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Oct 17, 2011 15:47:09 GMT -4
"Planning? Dude, I never plan." He laughed, standing up and taking a step away from the table. He hadn't actually planned on staying long, he had better things to do. What they were are none of your business. None. So you don't have to know that he really had nothing better to do. Like... At all. So shush. Anyway. The point is that he didn't really know what he was doing when he had come down to the Great Hall, so he didn't exactly have anything to hold the strawberries with. I mean... I would have no problem eating them all, but there's... a lot. A lot, a lot. No. Not the point. Marshall shook his head, clearing the distracting thoughts. So... What was he going to do for the few hours until dinner? Annoying his classmate was definitely at the top of his list, but... How exactly?
"Not sure. Any ideas?" Yeah! Smooth. Definitely, totally, utterly smooth. That's how he rolled.
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Oct 24, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -4
"Perhaps you should learn to plan," he grumbled, ignoring the question. He'd thought spending time with Marshall wouldn't be too bad, but he was beginning to change his mind. "I suppose I'll go do something productive. If you don't follow, I may actually get something done."
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Oct 25, 2011 8:28:39 GMT -4
Planning's for people with time on their hands. Which was something h-- Hey, wait wait wait. Barnaby wasn't manly at all, right? That meant he could do useless things like sew, right? An idea!
"Hey, wait! I have an idea, so... so... so... Just wait here for a minute, okay?" Marshall ran out of the Great Hall, making his way towards the Slytherin commonroom to his dorm. He was working on that stupid costume for the Halloween Ball, but he had kind of run into a problem... Really quick. He had to sew the whole thing annnnd he couldn't sew. And he didn't know any sewing spells. But that was something Barnaby would probably know, right?!
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Post by Barnaby Gumball on Oct 27, 2011 23:40:08 GMT -4
"Wait!" He called after him, but Marshall was already gone. Did the slytherin expect him to wait? How rude! Gumball wasn't some princess who waited around for people to find him. But Marshall had said it'd only be a minute....With a sigh, he finished cleaning up their snack and sent it back to the kitchen with a quick spell, although he wasn't supposed to use magic by himself yet, causing him a pang of guilt.
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Post by Marshall Lee Graven on Nov 1, 2011 11:15:44 GMT -4
"Back!" He exclaimed, holding a bunch of fabric in his arms, slightly out of breath from running the entire distance... Which he promptly dropped on the table in an unorganized heap. Trying to relax and taking a deep breath to even his breathing, he paused. "I need help." The sentence came out all awkward and stuff and not what he meant at all! He meant like... like..."I mean like sewing and stuff!" That was it. Whew. Nice save, Marshall. Nice save. He hadn't been planning on going to the Ball, but it had seemed like the entire school was and he wasn't about to be left out... ... ... You know, not that he really cared or anything, it was just something to pass the time.
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