Post by Lydia 'Dusty' Cole on Jul 11, 2012 11:29:05 GMT -5
For some reason or other, Lydia 'Dusty' Cole had been sorted into some dumb house called Shuffleluff. At least, that was what she'd thought it had said. Who cared? The point being, they were telling her she had to live in some dorm room and go to classes and she had some kind of thing called a schedule. What the fuck was with that? Didn't they know she slept outside and did what she wanted?
Of course, they had also mentioned food, but so far Dusty hadn't seen any of that.
The Hufflelump stared up at the Arch, eyes following the stones and wondering if any of them could come loose. She could hide things there. But no, this place was too active, likely even in the night time. She wouldn't be able to come back and get things, assuming she could hide them without getting caught in the first place. Gaw, what a rotten place.
With a sigh, Dusty settled on a low wall with her single bag at her feet. Like her clothes, the bag was patch worked and battered, the strap long since broken. She could carry it hugged to her side, at least. It had everything she owned in it, which wasn't much. The wizards had taken her wad of muggle money and exchanged it for a bag of wizarding coins. By now they were as grimy as everything else Dusty owned.
For now, she would hang around outside and relish the fresh air.
Aubrey Kendaline wasn't what you would particularly call the "sociable" type. In fact, it was rare for anyone in her house to be considered so. She liked it that way, having a sort of pre-existing barrier between her house and others, because it let her remain unmolested for long periods of time. It wasn't that she didn't like talking to people, she just had better things to do with her time. It was rare that people brought up things that she cared about, anyway, so it worked well for everyone involved. She didn't have to rudely excuse herself from conversations she didn't care about, and other people could better spend their time with other people who probably did care. It was a win-win situation.
There were a few exceptions to her rules, of course, just as there were for pretty much everyone in the world. Welcoming a new student was one of those rules.
"Hello." Aubrey said, her hair brushing her shoulders as she approached the girl, who was obviously new and very... dirty. She stopped herself from wrinkling her nose, trying not to show the distaste she already felt. She liked things, and people, to be clean. Not spotless, just... You know, decent.
"You're new." Aubrey's shoes shifted on the ground, the nice black material a little afraid of the scuffs that would inevitably come from hanging around somebody like... this. "Would you like me to show you to your Common Room?" A glance at the other girl's badge had revealed that she was a Hufflepuff. Aubrey knew where their common room was because, well, Huffelpuffs were not typically the most secretive people around. Or the smartest. Or the most observant. She wasn't sure if Hufflepuffs were the 'most' anything, actually.
"I could give you a tour of the school or grounds, if you would like." Aubrey was being generous, but she didn't have much of anything to do. The journal in her left hand was clenched firmly shut, and the gas mask inside of her messenger bag didn't have anywhere to be, either. She could spare some time for the sake of new blood.
Post by Lydia 'Dusty' Cole on Aug 4, 2012 18:29:25 GMT -5
Frankly Dusty hadn't expected anyone to approach her, nevermind offer to lend her a hand with the delicate problem of not knowing where anything in the bloody school was. Although the girl seemed to want to state the obvious, which drew a blank, slightly condescending look from Dusty. "You don't say, ah hadn't quite figur'd that out mahself." She swung her legs again, smacking her heels against the wall, and got up. The Hufflepuff looked down at the already rather dirty badge on her chest and gave it a small tweak, rendering it even more crooked than it had been.
A tour? Dusty's memory of a tour guide was them stuffy folk that wandered around pointing at boring buildings and talking all loud like. She hoped this wouldn't be much the same, assuming she actually went on this tour. Dusty crossed her arms over her chest, peering at the girl with narrowed, suspcious eyes. "Wot, you ain't angling for a bit of coin, are ye? Because if that's what your doin, you can shove right off."
Because, after all, if it were Dusty, that was exactly what she would be doing. Hey, there's an idea. Get a good feel of this place (or not) and show the newbies around. She could make up anything she wanted about this place and they would believe her, right? Right.
"Who you, anyway? The bloody welcoming committee?" Dusty tapped her foot on the stone below, quirking a brow. She wasn't exactly fantastic at handling other people.
Aubrey, this time, couldn't help but let a small look of disdain cross her face. This girl, if you could even call someone this... messy one, was so far crass, rude, and slangy. She didn't like that at all. Sure, it was sometimes endearing, but right off the bat... This was going to be rough. Still, it would do no good to have someone running around who didn't know where things were. That would just mean she would be missing classes, missing meals, missing curfews... No, now Aubrey felt like she had a responsibility to be here, to help. This was awful. Her fingers twitched on her notebook, itching to scribble inside, but she let it go.
"No." Was her simple answer to this girl's questions. "My name is Aubrey, and I am in Ravenclaw. I just thought that you would want to know where things were." She let the sarcasm from earlier go, deciding it was better not to begrudge the girl. Maybe she was just nervous, scared, shy on her first day of school.
Post by Lydia 'Dusty' Cole on Aug 4, 2012 22:34:17 GMT -5
The look on the girl's face made Dusty's insides twist into a writhing knot and her face flush. She knew that look. Ew. It meant this girl thoguht she was trash. Which was probably true, even if Dusty wouldn't admit it. She needed a bath. Whatever, she would worry about that later when she wasn't having to play entertainer for miss stuck-up.
"Ello, Aubrey." Dusty tipped her hat with a grin. "Don't know much 'bout birds, to be honest." Ravenclaw? She didn't have the slightest idea what the girl was talking about, but that applied to a lot of things recently. Like the whole magic deal. Yeah, she was fairly sure the stiff wasn't trying to get some change out of her. With a broad grin, Dusty stuck her hand out and shook the other girl's hand vigorously.
"Name's Dusty, I'm a hufflepuff or whatever the fuck." The grin faltered. "Uh. 'Scuse the mouth, I didn't get raised all proper like." Like I bet you did, Dusty thought broodingly. She realized she'd forgotten to let go of the girl's hand and did so awkwardly, stuffing her hands in her coat pocket. "Uh. Tour sounds all roight, I guess."
Birds? What was she talking about? Aubrey was confused for a moment, and her irritation grew. She didn't like being confused, or not knowing what was going on. Was it a joke? Was she making fun of her? Rude.
Then, the unexpected happened. Dusty, which was what the girl's name was, grabbed her hand. Just straight up grabbed it. Grabbed her hand out of her hands, so to speak. Aubrey just stared, a little wide eyed, the warmth held in her hand shocking her a little. She was lost for words for a moment, and their hands lingered together a little too long.
Coming back to her senses about the same time that Dusty did, Aubrey brought her hand back to her side, clenching it and pulling it close to her side, where it was safe. She felt her heart beat loudly in her ears. She struggle to bring her composure back.
"A-A, Hufflepuff, yes." She cleared her throat. This girl would be a Hufflepuff. "Alright, then. Where would you like to see first? Do you want to see the grounds? Or would you like a tour of the castle?" The best way to get over being uncomfortable was affirmative action. Or something like that.
Post by Lydia 'Dusty' Cole on Aug 9, 2012 10:33:07 GMT -5
The confusion on the other girl's face was almost worth laughing about, but Dusty was going to try her hardest not to make the poor thing even more confused or upset. After all, she needed friends if she was going to survive here. Once she got the hang of things she could shove off on her own and set to her own games. For now, however, she needed a hand.
This one seemed easily surprised, another feature that made Dusty grin. One would of thought Dusty were dancing 'round naked at the look on the girl's face. Of course there was plenty of time later for shenanigans (well not dancing around naked but you know). It seemed like it would be terribly fun to see how confused she could make the poor girl, Aubrey, but Dusty would try to behave. Or as well as she could, any rate. "Roight, er, how 'bout ...."
As if in suggestion, Dusty's stomach gurgled obnoxiously. With a sheepish, flushed grin, Dusty looked from her belly up to her new .... partner? Friend was too familiar a word. Something. Oh well, who cared. Aubrey was definitely something. An important something, or at least for now. "'ow bout we go check out for some vittles, huh? Then you can show me round to my common room or somethin."
Decided, Dusty scooped up her belongings and hooked arms with the girl. "Show the way, marm!"
Aubrey, still off-balance and entirely unprepared after Dusty's initial attack, was caught off guard as the odd girl swung her arm through her own. What was... What was this? She decided to be a good samaritan, a paragon of friendliness for the school, and somehow she'd ended up being human-handcuffed to this girl. She was uncomfortable, and nervous, and entirely out of her element. Besides, she was having trouble even understanding her. Vittles? She was pretty sure she'd seen a dog food with that name. Vittles and bits, or something. Food?
Food. Feasting Hall. Okay. Aubrey could work things out. She wasn't a child... and on that note, she was not, as Dusty said, a 'marm'. What was that? A principal came to mind, a dusty old woman of one at that.
Mildly offended, a little confused, but all-in-all plain Aubrey sighed and led the way. Even though she was in the lead, and knew where she was going, the way Dusty walked made her feel like she (herself) was holding on for dear life.
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