What's it like in the greater sky? ;; Ally

[Haine]

Amos was pretty much dead.
Well, of course he wasn't actually dead as in not breathing dead, yet he felt and looked pretty damn good for the part. He was face down on one of the couches of the Hufflepuff common room, his head resting on one of his arms, the other dangling off the end of the couch. His legs stretched out so that they were over the arm of the chair. There was no movement, or any sign that some form of it would happen soon.

Amos was never going to play with anything he confiscated on duty. EVER AGAIN.

Yes, he had said the exact same thing with the fanged frisbee. Not to mention the screaming yo-yo, where upon trying it 'to see what'd happen', Amos walked around partly deaf for the next two days. But, of course, at the time Amos had insisted to himself that this was completely different. This would have no nasty effects and was for 'the greater good of mankind and curiosity'.

This time it was an ever-bashing boomerang.

Of course there hadn't been a problem with the damn object until it chased Amos all the way from the Dungeons to the Hufflepuff common room, which was four floors up. If, like every other time, there had been some rowdy Slytherins or crazed midgets running wild that had to be dealt with, or even some crazed Slytherin first years running wild, then Amos would probably not have sunk so low as to play with something taken off a random kid. Yet really, could you blame him if he was seriously bored to death?
There were only so many times that a person could walk around Hogwarts without an almost uncontrollable urge to get severely sidetracked.

And, as it happens, Amos had walked around the castle one time too many.
So he threw the boomerang.
And watched it fly down the dungeon corridor.
Then suddenly turn around.
Aimed at his head.
And being Amos, let's just say that he didn't try and escape death quietly. In fact, a lot of cursing and 'I'm going to get killed by a fricking toy!' could be heard as he ran like hell.

He reached the common room, yelled the password and sped through the portrait hole without a moment's pause. He could hear the boomerang slam into the portrait hole and then fall to the ground on the other side of the entrance.
And with an uncontrollable grin of the utmost satisfaction, having not been killed by a demonic boomerang, Amos then threw himself onto the couch and had not moved since.

Never again.

word count: 439!
tags: Katelyn!
listening to: Are you afraid, Rooney!
Notes:
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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[katelyn]

* - - - you flooded through my veins
YOU LEFT ME BROKEN

A snowball fight had seemed like a really good idea at the time. Key words? At the time. The snow was perfect - hard enough to be packed into snow balls, yet slushy enough to soak her opponents.
Now? Ally Crub was soaked to the bone, her long dark hair wet and stringy. The snowball fight had started with just herself and some Gryffindor guy she didn't know, but was all too happy to compete against her. Typical Gryffindor.
After just a few minutes, quite a few people from other houses had joined in. Most of them were sixth or seventh years, but a few brave first years had joined in. Obviously, they'd regretted it later.
Ally and that Gryffindor guy had very much enjoyed teaming up to create a snowman out of this one little first year in Ravenclaw. The kid had almost started crying, which of course had made Ally and the other guy nearly die of laughter.
After two hours of war, everyone in the snowball fight had decided to call it quits and go inside, because pretty much all of them were drenched.
When she'd left the castle before the snowball fight, she'd simply worn a pair of jeans and a white sweater, not knowing how cold it was outside. And she hadn't really expected the snowball fight to break out, either. As stated earlier, she was now soaked and freezing, and really wanted nothing more than some hot chocolate from the kitchens. But she figured it'd be smart to go upstairs and change first, instead of tracking water through all the halls of the castle, and risking a detention or a screaming match with Filch.
Ally was shivering by the time she reached the Hufflepuff common room. She glanced down at the chipped boomerang on the floor infront of the painting, but chose not to question it. She stammered the password, which this week was expelliarmus, and entered. She tried wringing some of the water out of her hair as she entered, mentally wincing as she thought about how horrible it probably looked right now.
She was about to head up to her dorm, when she noticed someone lying on the couch. She immediatley recognised him as Amos Diggory, and grinned. She wandered over, and giggled as she sat cross legged on his back. Ally was pretty small, so she knew it probably wouldn't bother him. The fact that she was still soaked however, probably would. "So Amy," she teased, using the nickname she knew he despised. "I'm assuming you had something to do with that boomerang outside? It was the screaming yo-yo thing all over again, wasn't it?" She grinned.

* - - - the blame was all on me with the pain
YOU PUT ME THROUGH
WORDS Four fourty eight.
TAGGED hainee.
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[Haine]

"Gerrof me." was the muffled command to the wet thing now sitting on Amos' back. He used his free hand to try and waft away the person, or at least to get them to move so that he would be able to turn around and see who it was. Yes, Amos could not guess who was sitting on him; more likely, he just couldn't be bothered.
If it was a first year, they'd lose a house point or something, just because losing even one would severely bug them and anything else would probably look like bullying. Any other person would get their ass kicked. Or, depending on who it exactly was, would be killed. It wasn't like they couldn't see that Amos was bloody sprawled across the couch.

The voice that came from behind him gave away who it was. Ally. He honestly should have figured. Amos raised his head from his arm so he was able to speak properly, although still unable to move. "It was for the greater good of mankind and curiosity," Amos stated slightly coldly due to the use of that infuriating nickname, "until it tried to decapitate me." Ok, so maybe Amos wasn't too good at speaking in his own defence; that pretty much said 'Yes Ally, I'm the reason that there's a demonic boomerang outside the door and once again my stupidity almost got me killed.'
No, Amos really didn't care about exaggerating.

"And," he continued, "it is completely different from the screaming yo-yo. Although there's a high chance that I'm dead, I can hear you just fine." Returning Ally's grin, Amos attempted to turn around. This was a very difficult and stupid feat to try and achieve when one had someone sitting on your back, and Amos gave up exceptionally quickly; yet not before he had first managed to get in a position where he could see Ally.
"So, why are you soaking me? Better question yet- why are you soaking in general?"

word count: 338!
tags: Katelyn!
listening to: Anthem, Josh Groban!
Notes:
other lyrics: i'm not a thief, i'm a treasure hunter by a skylit drive
made by: callie! at RPGU and CAUTION
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