Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Jul 22, 2012 17:27:17 GMT -5
Fernando walked into his new room. He looked at his baggage. Why did everyone pack so much stuff? All he brought was a weeks worth of clothes, his kitty, his wand, some money, and his basic school supplies needed for his classes.
He set it all on his bed. He was not ready to unpack. He was tired and warn out from just packing, because he had put that off until last moment. Now he didn't want to just unpack everything again.
The room was nice and quiet. No complaints from him. The train ride here had been so loud, he had started to develop a migraine. He liked the quiet. A quiet meow broke the silence. He reached down and pet his cat for a second.
He realized his bed was the best spot to sit down, so then he moved all his stuff onto the floor next to his bed and layed down. He could unpack later. For now he was going to relax.
Ziggy, Fernando's cat, jumped up next to him and rubbed his face against the boys side. He started petting the kitty then picked it up and set it on his stomach. He could unpack later. For now he was taking a break. He layed there in near silence, only prevented by Ziggy's quiet purring.
Cyan wobbled, carefully using his left hand to push and pull open doors as needed while his right clutched at a thick text he'd just checked out from the library--On Animagi.
Man, life could just be a pain sometimes.... A cute girl and hand-holding and now he'd ended up as a tutor. A tutor on making her into an animagus no less. Not everyone could do that, Cyan was a year younger than her, and even Cyan never had any interest in something like that... Oh, and they had to manage to do all of this in just under two years. Bloody hell.
He sighed, shaking his brown curls as his hand gripped the handle of the fifth-year slytherin boys' dorm.
Maybe he'd think of it as an art form. Yeah.
He popped open the door to his room--yes, his, as there were no other slytherin boys his age here, which offered awesome privacy (even if it got lonely sometimes--and plopped the heavy, old, stinky (yes, stinky) text on his ruffled bed with a sigh.
And then sensed something amiss.
Suddenly stiffening and then straightening his posture, he slowly turned to face the... raven-haired room invader. He blinked. Surely that luggage didn't mean what he thought it did, did it?
"Who are you?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Jul 22, 2012 22:01:44 GMT -5
Fernando jumped at the door opening. Startled, ziggy ran under the bed. He looked over towards the disruption. A boy about his age was entering the room. He was holding a large dusty book.
Oh wow what was that smell? Ferny couldn't help but wrinkle his nose a little bit. This boy looked clean, but he smelled terrible. He needed a shower. Bad.
He reached down under his bed and wiggled his fingers, trying to get his cat to come out. Ziggy's head popped out, until the intruder spoke, at which he backed up further under the bed.
"I'm Fernando, I guess we're roommates. I'm new here. What's your name?"
Was that a cat? Thank goodness. Cyan wasn't sure he could handle another slytherin with a pet snake (i.e. Natalie Lewter).
His toad croaked ominously from its cage.
And roommates. Well, at least, he didn't look like a Finny. As a matter of fact, this was a fellow slytherin. Not a hufflepuff. No hufflepuff was a good hufflepuff. Amira was okay, but puffs.... were dangerous, life-threatening creatures.
Not sure how to take his new roommate (one that looked more handsome than he, not cool), Cyan remembered his manners.
"Uh, Cyan O. Reed," he said with a nod and a cheap grin.
Right. New student. New house. New... newness. He should go easy on the chap, not harass him too much. Man, hopefully this guy would be quiet and easy-going and not a prick.
"So where'd you come from?" he asked, easy down on his bed and awkwardly rolling his sore shoulders.
So much for that plan.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Jul 25, 2012 6:22:09 GMT -5
Fernando was having trouble paying attention to Cyan, but didn't want to be rude to his roommate. He was worried about being in a new school, with new people. He didn't really want to explain his whole life's story to this boy though. "Madrid" he stated simply.
His attention drifted back to his cat, who had came out of the bed and was now eyeballing the toad. "We need to be careful with our pets. Ziggy is a little predator."
Upon hearing his name, the cat jumped up and landed beside Fernando, who began petting it again. He was still eying the toad, but would wait until the humans weren't around before it was time to take action.
Fernando finally took a moment to take a good look at Cyan. The boy was his age, and looked like he'd be a hit with the ladies. He looked kind of tense, but still easy and layed back, which Fernando liked. Though, that was probably why he ended up in Slytherin.
He couldn't help but wonder what happened with the shoulders. He'd make sure to ask about them later if his roommate kept messing with them.
Cyan's blue eyes flickered to Tode the toad. It's not like they were a great familiar-and-master pair or anything... but that would suck.
Then, he looked at the feline. A predator, huh? It might make for a good sketch...
Not certain of what to say next, his left hand began tracing circles onto the musty animagus book. The circles grew into swirls and then figures and finally into more complicated designs where he would even pick up his finger to continue a careless organic shape here or there. Not that doing this had any point, of course.
The awkward silence drew on like a boring arithmancy lesson when the students wondered if the teacher was really serious.
"Well, it's nice to meet you," said Cyan, not sure if he were really honest at that point.
He sat on his bed, crossing his legs and almost pointedly ignoring the other guy as he flipped open the thick, old, musty text. Almost like a plume of noxious gas had escaped from the book, Cyan's eyes bulged and watered as he flinched. And, despite how he tried to hold back, he soon coughed.
Okay.
Old nasty book needed a bath. Or something. Holy crap.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Jul 29, 2012 11:08:32 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you too," Fernando responded. He wasn't really sure how to proceed the conversation, so he just laid there for a while. Then the weird gross smell got really strong.
He coughed several times before looking over at the boy, where the smell was coming from. Cyan had just opened that big old book.
Fernando realized it was coming from the book and not the boy. That was a relief. He didn't want to have to deal with a smelly roommate.
"That smells horrible man. What are you reading that could possibly be worth putting up with that smell?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to run away from the smell or go check out the book that was causing it. That book must be really old.
Cyan continued coughing and soon brought up a hand between him and the smelly atrocity, swiping it back and forth as if deflecting a fart.
"Uh, it's about animagi," he said with a weaker cough as he blinked and wiggled his nose. "Like, how to become one and stuff...
"More importantly," he wheezed as the odor poked his eyes, "do you know an... an air-freshening charm or something?"
He couldn't really wait for the answer. Man, did he really want to keep that in their room? He'd probably have to jam it in a trunk or something with like fifty mothballs. Anyway, he supposed scourgify wouldn't really do anything since he didn't spill anything on the book. He drew his wand.
"Tergeo," he said, waving his aspen-and-unicorn-tail-hair 10" wand over the obese book, magically flipping through the pages as it siphoned off a sickening amount of dust.
His watery eyes blinked. The book was much better than before, but that odor still lingered, albeit faintly.
Kinda like the taste of that rotten apple he bit into while chatting with Amy Frost.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Jul 30, 2012 21:52:29 GMT -5
"Not off the top of my head" Fernando sighed regrettably. "Though there probably is one in one of my books though ..." he trailed off, trying to remember if there had been anything about an air freshener in his charms book.
He reached down into his still packed bag, and searched for his charms book. He had finally found it, but the smell was going away. Cyan had cast a spell to save them.
"Oh wow that's a lot better. What'd you do?" Fernando relaxed a little. The smell was still there, but he didn't feel like his life was threatened any longer. It didn't seem like it was fading anymore though. He sat back down on his bed and started paging through his charms book. He hoped he could find something...
"Tergeo," answered Cyan. "It's a basic cleaning charm that removes dust and sweat and stuff." He turned his head from the heavy book. On the bright side, he'd never have trouble finding it--just 'cause it stank so bad.
Well, at least it was bearable now. Cyan couldn't seem to remember it being so putrid in the library... Then again, he was in a rush to leave before it closed, and he didn't exactly have much time to open it and, you know, give it a whiff.
Like, who sniffs books? Seriously?
Man, maybe this thing had mold or something.... But, since it was old enough, maybe it had some good info?
His fingers groped to the front of the book, carefully turning the 100 years+ pages in order to not tear them. He began skimming the intro, watery blue eyes blinking occasionally.
He secretly hoped... Well, not so secretly. He really wanted what's-his-name to succeed with an anti-stink charm or whatever. If he failed, maybe Cyan could contain the book in a bubble or something?
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Aug 2, 2012 16:38:51 GMT -5
Fernando searched page after page looking for something that could possibly clean up the air. He could not deal with this much longer.
Frustrated, he began flipping through pages quickly. There was nothing in this stupid book. Just a bunch of small charms with very little use.
"Sorry man, there's nothing in this stupid book." He sighed frustrated. Then an idea hit him. "Accio air freshner." Nothing seemed to be happening. He shrugged. It was worth a try.
He lifted the top of his shirt up a little and covered his nose. He knew it was childish, but didn't really care at that point. He was frustrated with his lack of a solution, and the smell wasn't helping his migraine at all. He would probably end up grouchy if they didn't figure this out soon. That'd leave a great impression on his new roommate.
It was clear his new roommate couldn't cope with the stench. Well, that sucked. If Cyan had only been able to keep his room to himself....
Cyan combed a hand through his curly chocolate-colored hair, thinking.
No potions--he sucked at them. If there wasn't a charm to make scents better, then perhaps there was one to remove them? Like silencio for sound. Anyway, the smell was 100x better than before.... Well, maybe he could just transfigure it or something later.
Well, it wasn't like the smell was that bad. Especially now. Cyan glanced at his roommate. What a baby.
And, you know, the book hadn't even stank until after Cyan popped it open.
Curious, he closed the text.
He waited. Counted to thirty. Gave a whiff. Looked up.
"Apparently, it only stinks when opened. I'm planning on reading this for a couple hours tonight, so you might wanna..." How should he put this? "Look around the school or something? I'll try to read it in the library when I can, though." Yep. Not reading it was not an option.
Once again, the monumental task of helping someone become an animagi in two years dawned on him, horrendous and heavy. Hoooo boy....
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Fernando Ubertini Fitzgerald on Aug 5, 2012 15:42:59 GMT -5
His new roommate wanted him to leave. That was completely fine with Fernando. He wasn't really feeling like unpacking anyway. "Alright, I'll see you later."
"Let's go Ziggy," he called his cat as he walked out the door. He didn't know where he was going, but hopefully by the time he got back, Cyan would have a solution for the smell... or just be tired of reading. There had to be a reason that book was so dusty. It couldn't be particularly interesting or useful.
"Thanks, man," said Cyan. Maybe having a roommate wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
He glanced at the cat as it hopefully trotted on outta there and back at the now-silent Tode. Everything looked alright for now.
Cracking open Mr. Stinky, he began reading through the first chapter about the definition of an animagus and a couple brief examples in history. He also read that not just anyone could become one.... And not just anyone could just become any animal animagus just like that.
Drat. Had he already hit a bump in the road?
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
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