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Barnaby Pye

July 19, 2016 9:37 PM

Bring it on. [Tag: Samantha Meeks] by Barnaby Pye

Barnaby was a bit annoyed. And when Barnaby was annoyed he liked to make everyone else as miserable as possible. So, in addition to being as unbearable as he possibly could be with Jax that week in their room, he decided to pick a fight with Sammy Meeks. After all it was completely the fault of Jax Donovan and co. that he had been unable to ask the one person at Sonora who did not drive him absolutely insane to the ball. It had started when he had been contemplating asking Gia to the ball since something about her argumentative spirit sparked something in Barnaby and the reaction from Jax would have just been too good an opportunity to pass up. But then that weird red head had gone and asked Barnaby's little spitfire. And then, while he had been minding his own business in the library as he was wont to do, news had travelled to him that his roommate was going to the ball with that Muggleborn in their group which was completely unacceptable.

Granted, Barnaby had never had any plans to actually ask Jax to the ball--that would just be weird and wrong and it was Jax so where did that thought come from anyway?, but he didn't really want Jax to go to the ball with anyone either. In fact, he would have been perfectly happy if Jax had skulked about the school on his lonesome instead. So then he'd decided that the Donovans were nothing but trouble anyway so why not go with sweet little Nevaeh who could actually stand his company for more than a minute without the sky falling down or the earth imploding because Barnaby Pye was actually getting along with someone who wasn't Tarquin Holt. But even though he had made the decision to ask Nevaeh, he hadn’t actually gone and done it yet.

And, before he did that, he had to have an outlet to let go of all his pent up aggression. He didn’t want to take it out on Nevaeh who had done nothing to deserve his anger, but anyone associated with the Donovans seemed like a fair target. He spent a little bit of time trying to decide who it was he would pick a fight with, but then Samantha Meeks had wandered across his path in Cascade Hall and so without much as a warning, he sauntered up to the witch who he knew disliked him and plastered his bigger shit eating grin across his face. He took a seat next to her, back to the table, casually leaning backwards on his elbows as he crossed his long legs. "How's it going, Samantha?" He asked, knowing full well that the other fourth year preferred her nickname.

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Sammy Meeks

July 20, 2016 3:08 PM

Get ready to catch these hands. by Sammy Meeks

Sammy usually ate with her friends, but today she couldn’t find them in the Cascade Hall. Maybe she was running early or, more likely, running late and they weren’t here. As much as she enjoyed their company, she didn’t really mind eating alone. It was simpler that way, honestly, because then she could just focus on stuffing her face and not have to worry about pausing to take part of the conversation, or else disturb them when she inevitably forgot there was food in her mouth and started tossing in her commentary.

She found a seat and set to work, her plate full of beautiful breakfast items: sausage and bacon, a stack of pancakes, and a fried egg, all drowned in maple syrup. (It was important to note that it was not even breakfast time; this was her lunch. And while the excuse for this for most people might have been a skipped breakfast, that was not the case for Sammy. She’d never skipped a meal in her life, enjoying eating too much for that.)

In a few minutes, it was all gone, leaving behind just a few crumbles on a sticky plate. Sammy sipped the end of her glass of milk victoriously, then slumped a little in her chair for a few minutes of Post-Food Rest. The Pecari felt her two favorite feelings: content and full.

But that shattered immediately when Barnaby Pye sat down beside her. Besides the obvious reasons for detesting his presence, Sammy felt a bit irrationally indignant. Meal time was sacred, and here he was, polluting the experience with his dumb smile. “How’s it going, Samantha?”

“Not too bad, Barney. What do you want?” she demanded, the name shot back without missing a beat. If he wanted to intentionally call her something that wasn’t her name--okay, well, technically it was but whatever--then she could easily do the same. As inconspicuously as possible, she slid her plate behind him so that if he were to lean his head back at any point, he might come away syrupy and gross. Just like his soul, she thought angrily.

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Barnaby

July 22, 2016 9:20 PM

Get ready to catch these truths. by Barnaby

Barnaby watched as Sammy inched her now empty except for syrup breakfast plate towards him until it was directly behind him. At first he had been watching her with eyebrows raised, not breaking eye contact even as he turned around so that he could reach his own hand out to clamp down around the offending wrist. “The name’s Barnaby, Samantha,” he said quietly but firmly, letting go immediately afterwards.

“What, a wizard can’t sit down to have a chat with a witch?” His voice was soft and smooth but commanding, a tone he had picked up from listening in to his father during ‘business meetings.’ “I just want to talk to you, Samantha, is that such a crime?” He paused for a brief second, not even giving her enough time to respond if she wanted to (unless she attempted to talk over him, that was). “But really, here’s the thing… I need to talk to you about something serious, something gravely serious indeed. Involving your precious Donovans.”

Would Samantha Meeks take the bait? Barnaby wasn’t sure. And if she did, he wasn’t sure if he would be prepared to reveal his upper hand or not. He liked having insider information on the Donovans that he was absolutely certain their friends did not know. It made him feel powerful, it made him feel in control. And he hadn’t felt like that in a long, long time. He felt like Tarquin would be proud of him—if Tarquin knew the full details of the story, anyway.

His eyes sparkled—glinted, if he was being perfectly honest, and he waited to see how the Pecari beater would respond to his taunts about the werewolf and his sister.

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Sammy

July 26, 2016 3:57 PM

You couldn't tell the truth if your life depended on it. by Sammy

In a bizarre and rare twist of events, Sammy froze. In her short but eventful life, she’d encountered a wide variety of bullies: girls who cut with words, boys who bruised with fists. But never before had a physical assault on her person--because that’s basically what this was, the way he grabbed her wrist--been accompanied by such calm speech. In a weird way, three emotions struck her simultaneously. She feared him, she admired him, and she hated him more than ever. For perhaps the first time ever, Sammy was stunned speechless, her mouth slightly agape.

Barnaby spoke to her like they were almost friends, the type of casuals that spent time together against their will and thus formed some sort of love-hate bond. The Pecari did not like it, nor was she very fond of the way it made her settling lunch/breakfast feel like bricks on her stomach. It kinda made her feel like throwing up, which she almost wished she could do, preferably on his person. Maybe then he would leave her alone.

“But really, here’s the thing… I need to talk to you about something serious, something gravely serious indeed. Involving your precious Donovans.”

Something changed in her eyes, a flash of protective ferocity. He could do or say whatever he wanted to her, really, but the moment he brought her friends into it, things changed. But Sammy had to be smart. As much as she wanted to hit him or scream expletives, she had to decide if Barnaby Pye actually knew something important. There were pretty good odds he was full of bull crap, but he did live with Jax, so there was a chance of there being something here. She had to play it smart, indeed.

“Well first of all,” she said with detectable annoyance, “I’ll call you whatever I want to unless you show me the same respect you’re demanding. It’s Sammy.” It was obviously the least important part of the battle being waged, but damn if it didn’t rub her the wrong way; he knew exactly what he was doing, and that scared her. “Second of all, if you’re wasting even a moment of my time here with some cockamame lie, I’m going to punch you in the face. Are we clear?”

Sammy took a deep breath. “So what is it you think you know?”

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Barnaby

July 26, 2016 7:56 PM

Barnaby Pye has never told a lie in his life. by Barnaby

Barnaby’s calm smile flickered, if only for half a second, and even he didn’t know if it had really happened or if he had simply imagined it. “If you insist, though who you’d want to go by a diminutive when the original is just so beautiful, Saman-Sammy,” he caught himself, his voice still the picture perfect British gentleman even as he taunted her with her full name one last time. He was pleased to have hit a nerve with such a small, petty thing and he kept note of it for later.

He admired her for her fight. No one had ever, in such a blunt manner, threatened to punch him in the face before—though he was sure Jax had been on the verge of it more than a few times. Yet somehow Barnaby had managed to survive without much harm coming to his person despite living alongside Jax for four years now and taunting him every moment he could. Barnaby Pye would have never considered himself to be a bully, but it was the only way he felt he could interact with his incredibly taciturn roommate that wouldn’t have resulted in some sort of R-rated ending. Jax Donovan was, above all else, Barnaby had come to find over the years, a good guy.

“You’re supposed to be their best friend,” Barnaby continued smoothly as though Sammy’s threats of violence had no effect on him. “What kind of best friend doesn’t notice when someone amongst their nearest and dearest disappears from the hallways and classrooms on a regular basis once a month? I mean, if I considered Jax Donovan to be one of my best friends—as you surely do, Sammy, then I would be concerned over his well being. Maybe even check in on him once in awhile.”

He tilted his head as though he were truly concerned over the well-being of Sammy’s relationship with the Donovans. “I mean, something has to be seriously wrong with him if such a strong wizard is getting sick that often…” He trailed off, letting his voice sound as compassionate as his voice could possibly sound which would have been rather convincing if the person he wasn’t conversing with didn’t know him as well as Sammy Meeks did.

“I only say this because I’m worried about you, Sammy,” he brought himself to meet her eyes. Somewhere over the course of the short exchange, Barnaby’s goal had changed from trying to pick a fight to planting a seed of doubt in her mind and cause inner-turmoil within not just the Pecari but also her close knit group of friends. “You’re a strong witch and I’d hate to see you catch whatever it is Jax has. You may not realise it, but I do like about you.”

Okay, so maybe he had just told his first outright lie. But there was always a first time for everything.

OOC: Permission to tell Sammy about Jax granted by his author.

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Sammy

July 27, 2016 1:33 AM

Barnaby Pye is a butthole. by Sammy

Her eyebrow raised in the ghost of a threat, a quiet whisper of What did I just say? as Barnaby just barely managed to correct himself on her name. It was so obvious he was doing it on purpose, just to mess with her. But she let it go since he did at least correct the “accident”, not to mention whatever he wanted to say about the Donovans was probably more important than her pride.

Sammy went into his speech with an obvious strand of doubt, expecting just about anything he said to be a warping of the facts if not just straight lies. However, some of it made a little bit of sense. Now that she thought about it, Jax did miss class on a pretty regular monthly schedule. Barnaby talked about a health issue--trying to imply that she was a bad friend for not investigating thus far--but she’d always just assumed he liked to play hookie once in awhile. She had no problem with that. Jax was a pretty introverted guy, so if he needed a day or two every so often to find some peace away from all the commotion of classes, then whatever, that was his business.

When Barnaby said that he actually liked her, Sammy couldn’t help but scoff. “I mean, no, you don’t, but it’s whatever,” she said plainly. “Not the point.” She looked him over seriously, trying to decide how much of this was even somewhat based on fact. “So what you’re telling me is that I should be worried about Jax because he’s apparently sick once a month? Forgive me if I’m not floundering about with worry. That really isn’t that uncommon. If he’s even sick, it probably just means he’s got a weak immune system. Maybe he didn’t eat enough dirt as a kid.”

Sammy wasn’t sure what she really wanted Barnaby to say, but she decided that whatever his theory was, she needed to hear it. There was a nine out of ten chance that he was just trying to raise a little hell in their lives, but on the off-chance that he actually was on to something, it was her job to find out what he thought he knew. So she had to go for it. “Let’s quit playing around with these condescending conversation circles, hm? Say what you want to say and quit wasting my time: what do you suppose is wrong with Jax?”

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Barnaby

August 01, 2016 4:50 PM

Barnaby Pye doesn't care what you think of him. by Barnaby

Sammy Meeks was fiery and Barnaby felt pleased that he had chosen the right person for a fight. She was a bit of a hot head which meant that he knew exactly how to needle her into allowing him the release of aggression he had been holding onto so tightly for the past few days—weeks even. He theories about Jax were interesting and he almost wondered if she already knew and was just playing with him to see if he knew what she knew.

But he didn’t think he could give the Pecari enough credit for that. She was smart enough to hang out with Jack and had sharp responses—something he appreciated in a battle of words, but she was also a Pecari and one who played Quidditch on top of that. Which meant that she wasn’t as smart as she probably thought she was. Something that was evident in the way she was unable to pick up on what it was he was trying to imply.

“There are a lot of things wrong with Jax,” he responded, choosing to ignore how she had so blatantly waved off his declaration of admiration for her. “But the one thing that is the most, as you put it, wrong with him is not something I can really say in polite company…” He trailed off as though he had a shred of respect for Sammy as a witch. Perhaps he didn’t respect her as a female, and he definitely didn’t respect her as a debating partner—her hot headed replies had quickly discouraged him from thinking anything positive about her in that matter of personality, but she was one of the Donovans’ friends and, as such, he had some sort of impulsive sense of duty towards her.

“It’s not really the sort of thing you blurt out in the middle of a school cafeteria to whomever, you understand.” He gave Cascade Hall a look around as though he were on the look out for any eavesdroppers. “Perhaps we could revisit this conversation at a later date after better acquainting ourselves… The ball sounds like a fine enough place for that.”

He hadn’t come to pick a fight only to end up asking Sammy to accompany him to the Midsummer Ball, but it was a good enough place as any to have it out—it would ensure a public enough space so Sammy couldn’t haul him off and have him tortured or beaten if she didn’t like what he had to say. After all, a ball was a place for civilised people.

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Sammy

August 04, 2016 5:51 AM

Barnaby Pye should stop talking in third person. by Sammy

Never before in Sammy’s life had she lamented her good health, but currently, she very much wished she had a stomach bug or something, because actively vomiting on Barnaby Pye’s person sounded great right about now.

Was he serious? She had literally just told him to stop wasting her time, and here he was, looping around in artful, verbal circles. What Barnaby didn’t seem to realize--or care about--was that Sammy wasn’t here to play games with him. She didn’t even want to be talking to him in the first place! And unlike the pureblood whatevers he’d been undoubtedly been using as pawns for his entire life, she didn’t give a single, lonely crap about him. His notable last name didn’t change the fact that he was a douche canoe.

And then he brought up the ball as a place to talk. Really? “Are you seriously asking me to the ball right now?” she marvelled. “You’re gonna jerk me around for literal months and then wait until we’re all gussied up to tell me the probably nothing you know about Jax?”

There was a pause, after which the Pecari sighed. “You know what?” she said, snapping her head to him, solidifying eye contact. “Fine. Whatever. Sure. I’ll go to the ball with you. But let’s get something straight: if you think you can waste the next few months of my life and then tell me Jax’s favorite color is purple or something stupid like that, you’ll spend your summer in a hospital bed. And I’m not promising to wear a dress.” Sammy folded her arms defiantly against her barely-there chest. All her friends had dates to the ball--Gia and Chuck, Jax and Laila, Joella and Lionel--so she had nothing to do that night anyway. And wasn’t there a saying about keeping your enemies closer than even your friends? These British butt nugget definitely constituted as “enemy”.

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