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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 11:38:19 GMT -5
The library wasn't one of Peter's favorite places. The main problem he had with it was everyone's incessant need to keep it so damn quiet in there all the time. Seeing how he relied on music and talking to do most of his charming, hanging out in the library was just above being poked in the eye with sharp sticks on the list of Things Peter Liked Doing.
But some days it was a necessity, especially given computers (and by extension the internet) didn't so much work in the castle, let alone provide legitimate source for a research paper. Even if they had, whenever Peter tried to look for anything online, he got distracted by porn.
Peter figured out early on in his second year that if he sweet talked one of the assistant librarians (in a quiet voice, of course) she'd help him find whatever book he was looking for, which would allow him to get the heck out of there and back to things that were far more entertaining. Sadly, she wasn't around today, which meant he was on his own, walking through the isles of dusty books and trying to avoid humming, which brought the irritated stares and worse, the shushing.
Turning the corner to an isle that looked, to his eyes, exactly like every other isle in this room that sound forgot, Peter caught sight of someone out of the corner of his eye. With a grin firmly on his face, Peter sat himself down on the table Sidney Meade was currently occupying. Not in a chair but actually on the table, half a butt cheek and upper thigh firmly resting on the wooden surface.
Angling his boday toward his new companion, Peter spoke in the quietest voice he could manage. "I am shocked to find you here, darling." The shit eating grin communicating his teasing as much as his tone did.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 11:40:49 GMT -5
The library was one of Sidney’s favorite places. The smell of old books, the peace, the calm, had always been her comfort zone. While others excelled in sports or the arts, Sidney excelled in the classroom.
She felt the presence of a person before she felt the weight of his body on the table. Sidney didn’t need to look up to know who it was, only one person in the world called her “darling”. She had unfortunately let him know that the name had annoyed her and thus a nickname was born. While it still annoyed her, she would never let anyone else call her by that name.
“I’m sure you are.” She replied dryly before sitting back and looking up at him. He wore that shit eating grin like it was part of his uniform. “I, on the other hand, am always surprised to see you in here.”
Rarely was Peter in here for something legit. Sidney was fairly sure that in all of their years here David hadn’t spent much time actually studying in the library. “Did you get lost? No, wait, let me guess, you need help. You know the drill; what is in it for me?” She was always ready to help but she never let Peter know that. He needed to sweeten the pot. If there was one thing she had learned from knowing him it was that you never give away your services for free. Crossing her arms over her chest she smiled her version of his grin and waited.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 11:48:08 GMT -5
Her response only made him grin more, if that was possible. Peter could never be quite sure if Sidney liked him, which annoyed him to no end. But she entertained him, or rather, talking to her was always entertaining, and he liked that more than anything at all.
"I'lllll..." The word was drug out until it was about 5 syllables long and Peter scrunched up his face, making a big show of thinking. "Write a song about you." he said finally, relaxing his features back into the ever present smirk.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 12:02:01 GMT -5
"Why would I want another song written about me? she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The songs he had written in the past were actually kind of funny. Her favorite had been his "Darlin'"song. Not that he ever admitted it was about her but she knew it was. It wasn't like he knew it was her favorite anyway. Sidney liked to keep her cards close to her vest.
"Sure. Fine. Just not like the one about tossing me in the lake. That one was...a little mean." Leaning forward again she reached for her quill and scribbled a quick note at the top of her parchment. She was always doing that - any quick thought about her work wound up scribbled in her notes among the doodles.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she sat back to look at him again, the proverbial light bulb floating above her head, "And you have to hang out with me in 100 Acre Wood this weekend. I need to find some prank stuff for my little brother for his birthday and who better than you to pick out prank equipment. My sister is already taken care of." She knew it was a back handed compliment but he'd have to take it as a compliment is nonetheless a compliment.
"Now what do you want? If it's homework, in can't exceed three rolls of parchment. I am a bit swamped at the moment." she said as she motioned to the books in front of her.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 12:16:24 GMT -5
He'd leaned forward, trying to get a look at what she was writing he backed off when she spoke again. Peter knew she was mocking him about the lake song, but it only encouraged him. It meant she'd been paying attention to him, and in the end, that's all that really mattered.
"Deal!" He all but crowed, ignoring the infernal shooshs from the other people in the library. Peter was too busy thinking this was one of the better bargains he'd struck with Sidney. "History of Magic essay, two rolls of parchment on why the Disney brothers chose to start a school in Germany." Peter rattled off, already bored with the topic.
"But more importantly, are we planning a prank on your brother or are we supplying him with amo for his own shenanigans? Because those are two very different things," He said, pompously, as though he were giving a lecture on the subject. "And require a totally different approach."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 13:10:53 GMT -5
"Done." she replied as she wrote down the prompt in the margin of her paper. It didn't to be too hard of a topic. She oculd probably get it done before breakfast tomorrow. "I will get it to you at breakfast."
She sighed as she thought about his question, "He is turning seven and likes all things magic. I wouldn't say his jokes and pranks are malicious, he just likes to play." She was very grateful he had agreed to help her. She had no idea what to get him. Everything she had thought of seemed wrong and when she thought of buying prank supplies she realized she had no clue what she was doing.
"I heard you got detention for being caught making out with someone." Very rarely did she get to gossip and the teenage girl within her begged to be let out. "So who's the lucky fellow?"she smirked. Never once had Sidney gotten detention. She had also never been kissed so she had never, and sometimes it felt like she would never, been in that situation. Peter, on the other hand, always seemed to have someone hanging around. She guessed that was a perk of living a life with no cares. What a life that must be.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 13:26:18 GMT -5
Peter's eyebrows flew up at her question. He loved being the topic of gossip, good or bad. And the topic of gossip so juicy that Sidney would ask? Well that was just about enough the make his little hear explode, even if she'd implied it was a guy he was caught smooching with.
A slow smile crept across his face. "Why? Jealous?" He neither confirmed nor denied the rumor.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 13:31:39 GMT -5
"Oh, incredibly. Sidney replied, hiding the fact that she kind of was. Not that she wanted to make out with Peter though. That would be...that would be undesirable.
"So who was it?" Sidney asked again, curiosity hanging on every word. She pushed back her chair and moved to pack up her things. It was almost time for dinner and she realized she wasn't going to get any more studying done with Peter around. Once her things were packed she mirrored his position on the table and wondered if he would answer this time.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 14:07:37 GMT -5
The grin fell from his face when she started packing. What? Was she leaving? No! Then who would pay attention to him? His worries were assuaged when she sat on the table and he slipped easily back into his teasing mode. "What good is a name if I haven't even said the rumor was true?" He hedged, eating up the fact that he had information she wanted. "I could just make up a name, say it was..." he cast around for a name, "Shego."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 14:16:11 GMT -5
Shego? "Annnnd," she drew the word out much like he had before, "I call bullshit." There was no way it was Shego. One, she would be fired or something and two, that was just gross.
"Fine, whatever, don't tell me." She wouldn't press him anymore if he didn't want to answer. He hadn't even confirmed that what she heard was true. Seemed like he liked to keep his cards close as well.
"That Shego thing really creeped me out. You're so gross." She shivered for effect and wrinkled her nose in disgust. At least he hadn't said it was Oda Mae. She may have gotten sick then.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 14:21:35 GMT -5
"Okay, fine, it wasn't Shego," he admitted, giving her something because he suspected he might lose her. "Tell you what, if you guess it right I'll tell you. Wizard's honor!" He promised, holding up his wand hand in his made up oath. He didn't realize that by offering the guessing game, he was indirectly confirming the rumor. Peter was clever, but not nearly as clever as he thought he was.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 18:45:33 GMT -5
Quirking an eyebrow she stared at him for a moment. So it was true and he wanted her to guess. Where to start? He wouldn't go too young, she thought. That would rule out the first through third years."Hmm, where to start?"
Sitting quietly for a few moments she looked up quickly, "That blonde girl in our charms class? She's in my house...Cindy?" What was that girls name?
"Lily? That little fifth year hipster who always wears the flower in her hair? Daisy? That really peppy girl who plays for the Atlantica quidditch team? Rosalie? You know with the bright red Ronald McDonald hair? The pixie seventh year with all of the piercings?" Any of those girls would have gladly hung on David's arm. The Lily girl practically had hearts coming from her eyes. It was really hard to narrow it down actually. Those were the girls who obviously had eyes for him but who's to say he didn't charm someone who wouldn't normally go for someone like him?
"Or you could just tell me and be done with it." She smiled at him her statement ending like a question. Maybe she had some charm tucked away somewhere for her to use.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 19:00:23 GMT -5
He kept quite through her guesses, not responding until she was done. "No, no, no," he rattled off in order, the last no more emphatic than the first two, "no, and unfortunately no. You think I have a chance with Diana? Those piercings are kinda hot. Makes me wonder where else she has them." He made a big show of drifting off in thought, but came back to reality pretty quickly to see if Sidney had liked his joke. Then, to deflect from answering, he let his eyes travel down to her mid section. "Do you have any hidden piercings, darling?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 19:29:14 GMT -5
She felt super self conscious as he looked at her mid-section. Not that she needed to be but he had on those eyes and it made her uncomfortable. "Nope. Just the ears."
She wondered who the girl was he had made out with. It hadn't been an obvious person then. "I think with the right amount of charm you could probably have a chance with anyone but yeah, she seems to have a little soft spot for you."
Encouraging him wasn't something she wanted to do. Next she would see him wooing Diana and Diana would play like she didn't want him and then she would and Sidney would have much more of his homework to do. "I am, for the record, getting a tattoo when we graduate from here. My father hates the idea but my mother says it is tradition and who am I to break tradition?"
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 19:42:24 GMT -5
"Really?" All thoughts he might've had of chatting up Diana flew from his mind as his eyes once again raked over Sid's frame. "What? And more importantly where. Don't got a tramp stamp, you're too classy for that." He was, in a strange way, a compliment. Unintended, but Peter rarely complimented anyone intentionally other than himself.
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