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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 3, 2010 15:41:14 GMT -5
Alfred didn't really like being alone most of the time. It reminded him too much of those lonely days seeking out a way to defeat Pangaea with only a few friends by his side. But there were times when he had to have some time to think and this was one of those times.
You see there was this girl. And she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. The only problem was that she was cold as ice and a bit intimidating. But Alfred was determined not to give up. Natalia Arlovskaya was going to be his girlfriend or his name wasn't Alfred F. Jones!
He circled around the pitch one more time, the warm breeze blowing back his bangs and caressing his face. Now all he needed was a plan.
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Post by maplesurple on Oct 26, 2010 2:38:59 GMT -5
All in all, Gryffindors were a fairly lively bunch. Heroic Gryffindors were even more energetic. And lovesick lively heroic Gryffindors were probably the worst of them all. Yet here Matthew was, sitting up on a wooden bench in the middle of an otherwise empty Quidditch Pitch, looking up at the sky with a mildly annoyed expression as he watched Alfred do yet another graceful circle overhead.
Though they had been ended up in different circumstances than when they'd known each other back at Mountaintop, the Canadian was still unable to avoid getting drawn into Alfred's plans and schemes. Not that he minded the more fun, mild things that the energetic Gryffindor came up with -- aside from the laughs it usually gave them, there was something nice about being able to spend time with the other teenager. They could almost pretend like the past had never happened, that things had always been filled by this new peace, and that nothing terrible or harrowing had ever disrupted their lives.
Alfred walking around looking like a lost puppy, eyes dreaming and mouth unleashing an ever flowing medley of lovelorn sighs, though, was quickly wearing through even the Canadian's mellow demeanor. Sunlight glinted off the lenses of Matthew's eyeglasses as he cocked his head back further when Alfred looped nearby again, calling up to him loudly enough that his voice echoed across the Pitch. "Are you going to stay up there all day, Alfred? It's kind of hard to hold a conversation with someone when they're up in the air."
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Nov 5, 2010 10:55:18 GMT -5
Alfred blinked himself out of his thoughts and looked down at Matthew as if he'd forgotten he was there and was seeing him for the first time. He was usually the one who actually knew and remembered Mattie was there, but this wasn't a new thing. He was forgetful and Mattie was...well...unremarkable most of the time.
He mentally kicked himself for doing it again and flew down to him, the toes of his sneakers skimming the seat of the bleachers besides Mattie as he floated beside him. He didn't want to get off of his broom yet, but Mattie was right. He was being a bad friend. Not that he was a great one to begin with...but he wouldn't go into all of that. There were still alot of insecurities left from the war, but he was working with that.
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Post by maplesurple on Nov 8, 2010 17:45:41 GMT -5
Crossing his arms as the American landed, Matthew tried not to seem too irked by the other teen’s behavior. This was simply Alfred being Alfred. And despite the fact that they had grown more distant since the time that they had banded together in close quarters for a common purpose, there were few people that understood the quirks of Alfred’s personality better than himself.
He turned his head to gaze up at the American, head tilting to the side. “Well? Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to guess? You know that I’ll eventually figure it out.”
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Nov 14, 2010 15:41:54 GMT -5
Alfred grinned sheepishly and took one hand off the broom handle to rub the back of his head. "Yeah, Mattie, I know you will. You can like read my mind or something like that. It's freaky sometimes." He chuckled nervously, trying to stall telling Mattie that he, of all people, had girl trouble. But he figured t was better to just get it all out now then let him guess. Either way it was going to be mortifying.
"Well you see...there's this girl. She's like...Russian or something. She's really really cute and I like her, but she kind of hates me. Has something to do with....you know..." He looked uncomfortable, an unidentifiable, almost broken look in his eyes as he whispered the name. "Pangaea."
"That and I caught her doing gymnastics after hours or something. She was pissed. She took out a knife on me! But I kind of paralyzed her in a chair while I escaped. Oh...and I kissed her." He said the last part very softly, blushing faintly.
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Post by maplesurple on Nov 16, 2010 12:52:45 GMT -5
Matthew made a face as Alfred mentioned a mind reading ability. Despite his own issues with creatures that were not supposed to be real, the Canadian still couldn’t make himself believe in things like other supernatural gifts. Not until someone proved it to him with tangible evidence. Though he said nothing, listening as Alfred explained his situation.
When Alfred spoke the name of Pangaea it caused Matthew to turn paler. That was not a name that most people tossed around these days since everyone seemed determined to forget that it had happened. Alfred, however, had more right than anyone else to speak that name as openly as he wanted. Matthew couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet, even after all this time.
He focused on the current situation instead. Alfred was in puppy love – he had called that one, hadn’t he? Hearing that the girl had pulled a knife on the American was disturbing. Wasn’t that the type of thing that should have been reported? Matthew squirmed in his seat. Now he was going to be paranoid that everyone was walking around armed with deadly weapons, aside from their wands and the potential for harm that came with their magic. “Kissing and ‘liking her’ aside, it’s obvious that she’s dangerous. Pulling out a knife on someone – are you going to be okay with it if she does that to someone else that can’t defend themselves, Alfred? Normally you would think of the bigger picture. You must be really into this girl if you aren’t seeing her as the threat she clearly is.”
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Jan 14, 2011 12:29:35 GMT -5
"Well...yeah but...I dunno, I kinda walked in on her doing gymnastics in an empty classroom." He said sheepishly. "She was kinda startled, really embarassed. I don't think she'd do it to anyone else, honest! And like...they wouldn't let her in if she was completely off her rocker, right? Didn't they make rules about that after Voldemort? Wait....no, they didn't. Hmmm...oh well. I don't think she's dangerous! And besides, like...if I get her to like me then she'll behave if I ask her to, right? And it's, like, dangerous here with all the magical stuff and none of us really knowing as much magic as we should by our ages. Maybe it's for protection and I just caught her offguard." He said, scrambling to defend the girl.
But yeah, maybe Mattie was right. It's not like it was normal to pull knives on people. Also, it was pretty unusual for people not to like him, especially because of Pangaea. But hey, at least he knew that if she started to like him it wasn't just because he was the saviour of the wizarding world. It was because she really and truly liked him. And he kinda really liked that idea.
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Post by maplesurple on Jan 26, 2011 15:45:40 GMT -5
As Alfred hurried to defend the girl, Matthew’s face got more and more disbelieving. Sometimes he simply couldn’t understand the other teen’s logic. It wasn’t that Alfred wasn’t an intelligent individual – he just thought on a wavelength that seemed in a league of its own. The Canadian slowly shook his head since the American seemed determined not to spot the red flags of warning in this situation. “If you say so. Though it seems to me that if you were to tell a girl that she should ‘behave like you ask her to’ just because you’re in a relationship, you’d probably get punched. I’d keep that way of thinking to yourself, man.”
The Canadian sat back with a sigh so that he could resume studying Alfred’s face. Once again, his American friend was getting into a situation that had the potential to be dangerous and once again Matthew found himself pulled in due to concern for the less cautious teen. Matthew frowned. “Just be forewarned that I am certainly going to keep an eye on her. You might want to believe the best in people, Alfred, but I’ve learned from our mutual past experiences that sometimes that just isn’t the safe way to live.”
Then Matthew snorted, amused. “Though it’s about time you discovered girls. I was afraid you were going to be paranoid about ‘cooties’ for the rest of your life.”
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Jan 27, 2011 12:06:51 GMT -5
A shadow crossed Alfred's face, his glasses glinting in the sunlight as he tilted his head down and obscuring his eyes from view. So Mattie was going to keep an eye on Natalya, huh? Well he could only hope that their paths never crossed. He was worried for both of them. Natalya because Mattie could be very observant and she'd already broken curfew twice, and Mattie because frankly what Mattie said about her wasn't exactly wrong. It just wasn't fully right. She was a good girl underneath it all, he knew it. And he would show Mattie and the rest of the school this. She was a good girl and would make a good girlfriend.
He was so lost in his throughts that he almost didn't catch the next part of what Matthew said. He tilted his head back up enough that only the top half of his glasses were obscured by the light, left eye twitching and insincere smile on his face (also twitching).
"Care to repeat that, oh dear Matthew?" He asked, swinging his leg over the broom and landing lightly on his feet. Not that there was all that far to fall, since he'd been hovering maybe an inch above the ground, but still. He advanced on the Canadian boy that he considered like a brother in all but blood with a strange look on his face. That look usually preceeded wet willies, noogies, Indian burns, and one time an attempt at a swirlie.
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