Echo Elms
January 19, 2008 10:00 PM
[The Month of February] NOVELLING FURY! by Echo Elms
Echo Elms surveyed this year's preparations for Novelling Fury! in the Gardens. So far, today's kick-off event was going swimmingly. It was a lot less work than he remembered it being last year. His magical know-how was getting more useful every year. Forty-five crane-shaped Fury! fliers had been made (copies courtesy of Copy Shack over the break), enchanted, and set loose in Cascade Hall the same as last year, but this time all that enchanting had only taken an hour and half and the spells held up just as well.The kick-off event was running like clockwork. The table, helpfully set out by the Sonora House Elves, was brimming with pumpkin juice, fruit, brownies, magical candies, and cookies to lure reluctant writers into the open. The cowboy blanket where Fury! participants had begun their enterprises last year was joined by Brett's Green Day Packers sheet early on, since Brett had stopped in on his way to breakfast and stashed it under the table so he wouldn't have to carry it around. Now, the two were laid out on the grass, ready to be pleasantly shaded in the heat of the day by a well positioned tree.
Echo perched cross legged on the edge of his cowboy blanket and flipped open this year's Fury! notebook--green, a Christmas gift from Meredith--and brandished his pen while he waited for the Fury! folk to meander into their annual novelling madness.\r\n\r\n
Subthreads: Let the novel writing commence! by Elly Eriksson with Echo Elms, Elly, Irene Liddowe, Saul Pierce
So I like to write, Too bad I can't spell.... by Talitha Cumni with Oliver Abbott, Taltha, Talitha, Taitha
Yay? by Alexis Ashwood
Oh la la! This is fun! by Raoul with Holly Greer
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[The Month of February] NOVELLING FURY!
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Talitha Cumni
January 23, 2008 8:23 PM
So I like to write, Too bad I can't spell.... by Talitha Cumni
Talitha liked writing. She’d written poetry and short stories, she even enjoyed writing essays if she was interested in the subject. She’d never tried Noveling Fury because she just couldn’t imagine herself writing so much about one subject, especially in only one month’s time. The more people she talked to who belonged last year and the year before, the more she thought it could be fun. As busy as things looked next year, this might be her only chance to try and she'd thought of a subject she loved, finding her owl. Of course, she would fictionalize it and make up characters and blend others together, but it was basically a story about how she rescued Owl and how it became her friend.The gardens was the perfect place to hold it. The fresh spring-like air smelled sweet. Everything was green and growing. She wore shorts and a spaghetti strap top. Talitha was glad she didn’t have to worry about getting a sunburn. She loved being outside and if it was warm enough to be out without a coat, cloak or robe, all the better.
She waved at Irene, Brett, Echo and Elly. Perhaps, later Elly and she could compare notes at her swing. Right now, she wanted to get busy.
Kicking off her crocs, she dug parchment and Spell-Rite quills out of her bag and flopped down on the yellow and green sheet on her tummy, feet in the air, ankles crossed. Idly wondering what the big white “G” stood for, she began writing.
Star Rider walked along the path to her home. She kept an eye on the ground because it was rocky and uneven. A little ball of gray and brown feathers caught her attention. Curious, she scooped it up. The ball of feathers was a tiny baby owl!
“Oh! You poor thing! Star Rider cried. It was so limp and cold, she though at first, the tiny creature was dead. Star Rider was about to put it down when she saw its small round eyes blink. Cradling it to her chest, she hurried to the animal Healer.
He muttered and waved his wand over the baby for a very long time. Finally, he looked up at her and smiled.
“It’s de hide rated and in shock. It is also suffering from hypo therm eye ah. But, I think it will make it.”
Talitha frowned at the strange words. Those were the words she remembered the muggle vet used when he examined Owl. They didn’t look right, but her enchanted quill didn’t change them. Talitha shrugged and continued.
“This is a very lucky baby.” The Healer continued. “If you hadn’t been such a stoot observer, it wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
Talitha watched as “a stoot” blurred and reformed.
“Astute!” She laught at her mistake. She turned and grinned at her neighbor on the sheet. “I was pretty sure there is no such word as a stoot.”
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Talitha Cumni
So I like to write, Too bad I can't spell....
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Oliver Abbott
January 28, 2008 5:51 AM
A great pity indeed by Oliver Abbott
It was that novel writing thing again. Oliver had wondered last year whether it would be coming round again – it seemed to be one of those annual events he’d somehow roped himself into. Actually, last year’s stint had been beneficial in more ways than one. He’d written an awesome story about a dragon slayer, which his sister Charlie had read and loved. He’d been approached by that scary lot of Pecaris, and that had somehow worked out well for him; Irene had invited him to play Quidditch with the rest of them during the last summer. That had had double benefits of getting Oliver to socialise some, something he hadn’t been especially good at up to that point, and it had made him seem popular to his family – always a bonus.So this year, Oliver headed out to the gardens with his sunhat on (though not pulled down so far it was difficult to see his face, as he’d worn it last year), and was pleasantly surprised to see a much more diverse crowd – namely, some more non-Pecaris. Amongst the newcomers was Talitha, lying on her stomach and already stuck into the writing. Further encouraged, Oliver headed over and dropped down next to his friend, sitting to the side of her that was more shaded.
Before he’d even made his presence known, Talitha spoke up – she was correcting herself out loud. Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’ve gotta watch those quills. They’re out to ruin us all with dodgy spelling and words that don’t exist.”
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Oliver Abbott
A great pity indeed
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Taltha
January 28, 2008 8:50 PM
Why worry then? by Taltha
Talitha gave her Oliver a welcoming grin. Things where seemed to flow more smoothly, even when they were goofing around. He kept here from losing it in Potions this year. Her highest grades on practicum were earned when she partnered up with Oliver. She still had the impish notion to sneak up behind him someday and throw the disarming spell just to see his face. It could potentially turn into a glorious battle!“Oh, yes,” Talitha rolled on her back, glorying in the sun’s warmth. “It never understands that ‘ubber’ is a perfectly good word. And quoting Jae gives it epileptic fits.”
She rolled back on her tummy. This day was getting better and better. Warm day, good munchies, good friends nearby and one of her best friends to talk to. Writing about her feathered friend was a bonus.
“So, what are you going to do you novel on?” She asked, picking up her quill.
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Taltha
Why worry then?
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Oliver
February 02, 2008 11:20 AM
I wasn't worrying by Oliver
Oliver grinned back at Talitha. She took his teasing well, and settled back down to her writing before long. “What are you going to do your novel on?” She asked.“I’m not telling,” Oliver replied pompously. After a moment he laughed, and said, “Okay, I am really. Well last year I wrote this really cool story about a knight who killed dragons – don’t worry, he died in the end. That was all fantasy, especially since I don’t know much about dragons. So this year I thought I’d actually write about something a little more seriously. I’m going to write about someone who keeps snakes, and I’m going to do loads of research so it’s accurate. Like a mini project,” he said, grinning.
Truthfully, it wasn’t like Oliver to make unnecessary work for himself. He’d been entirely out of ideas for his novel, though, and thought he might as well learn something new as not. So snakes it was – they were pretty cool, no matter how you looked at them.
Folding his legs under him, Oliver balanced his spiral bound notebook on one knee, and began writing.
Tristan hadn’t always collected snakes. Before snakes he’d collected swords, and before swords he’d collected coins. The problem with inanimate collections was that you couldn't do anything with them apart from collect them. Snakes were different – They did plenty on their own.
“How about you? What’re you writing about – apart from Stoots, obviously.”
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I wasn't worrying
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Talitha
February 02, 2008 11:00 PM
Good, neither was I by Talitha
Talitha responded to Oliver’s threat not to tell her what he was writing about by pretending be offended and sticking her tongue at him but she couldn’t make herself stay that way for long. She broke into giggles when Oliver laughed. She did get a tiny sense of personal satisfaction as a piece of wadded up parchment she tossed his way bounced off the top of his hat after his tease about her soft heartedness when it came to animals.“Oh, I’m writing about this super smart kid who wears glasses and sunhats. He makes millions when he invents a shrinking potion that isn’t made from gross stuff and smells like roses.” Talitha got to her feet. She was thirsty and there was a glass of pumpkin juice calling her name. She stretched the kinks out of her back, ready to dodge anything that Oliver might decide to chuck back at her. “Really, I’m writing a story about Owl. Well, about an owl like Owl. Maybe I’ll give that owl a name since I haven’t thought of a name for Owl yet. Owl’s just Owl. Which is confusing when I talk about him.”
Talitha strolled over to the goody tables. She grabbed a cup, filled it and downed it at the table. She was about to refill it when she spotted a bowl of half melted ice. Deciding that it would be more convenient to suck on ice cubes while she wrote, she filled her cup with those instead and went back to her place.
She watched Oliver as he began put his thoughts into words and had a scathingly brilliant idea. She had gotten very good at the Wingardium Leviosa charm. Her aim was good too. Evilly, she stretched back out on her tummy and popped a cube in her mouth. Hoping that Oliver wouldn’t notice that she held her quill in her right hand as she pretended to be thinking about her next sentence, she snuck her wand out of the back pocket of her shorts with her left.
Fishing another ice cube from her cup, she set it beside her and muttering the charm, she levitated it and sent it slowly in Oliver’s direction. The way he was bent over his work, the tiny cube slipped easily under the hat’s brim and down the back of his shirt collar.
As quick as lightening she stuffed her wand under her tummy and switched the quill to her left hand. She started writing, looking oh so innocent and unconcerned. The only thing that gave her away was the shaking of her shoulders as she tried desperately to stifle her laughter.
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Good, neither was I
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Oliver
February 08, 2008 8:16 AM
Are you looking for trouble? by Oliver
“Oh I’m writing about this super smart kid who wears glasses and sunhats.”Oliver took delight in throwing the parchment ball back at Talitha, though it was without any venom, and missed her anyway. Moments later and he was completely bewildered by whatever she was saying about owls.
“No, I don’t think that’s confusing at all,” he told her, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to work out where he’d lost her. “I mean, if you’re crazy then it makes perfect sense.” Oliver shook his head in equal parts bemusement and confusion as Talitha wondered off towards the food table. She was decidedly odd.
Settling down to writing, Oliver sat hunched over as he wrote.
Tristan’s first snake was a Fox snake, elaphe vulpina. She was very friendly and well behaved, often letting Tristan coddle her in ways that snakes usually abhorred. He named her...”
Here Oliver paused, not because he couldn’t think of a name for the snake (though this was partly true), but because something slightly wet and incredibly cold was on the back of his neck, and slowly sliding down his spine. With a startled yell, Oliver jumped to his feet, knocking his notebook and pens onto the ground. He shook his shirt and an ice-cube landed innocently on the floor. Oliver looked at it for a second, the initial shock beginning to wear off. Now ice-cubes didn’t throw themselves down people’s shirts. Oliver didn’t have to look very hard to find the culprit; the quivering wreck that Talitha now resembled was enough of an indication that she’d pulled what she obviously thought was an extremely humorous prank.
“Hilarious,” he said dryly, and he looked down at her shaking shoulders. “I think these,” he reached down and took up the cup of ice cubes in front of Talitha, “need to be confiscated.”
Making to sit back down again, Oliver suddenly changed his mind and sat on Talitha’s back instead, pinning her to the ground. “Oh dear, can’t you get up?” he asked her, laughing at any attempt she made to throw him off. “Don’t start things you can’t finish,” he told her, as he moved her hair to drop a freezing cube on the back of her neck.
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Are you looking for trouble?
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Talitha
February 14, 2008 6:46 PM
Me? *innocent eyes* Never! by Talitha
The cup was confiscated. No fair. Oliver took away her fun.“What did I do?” Talitha whined innocently. She stopped writing and rested her chin on her fists. She gave her friend a mock glare and stuck out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout.
A spilt second later she was pinned to the ground and shockingly cold, wet ice was being down down her back!
“OLL-I-V-VER-R-R-R!!!!” She squealed. Oh, Merlin, this meant war!
Talitha struggled to get out from under him. Unfortunately, Quidditch practice had gifted Oliver with very strong legs. Shrieking and giggling, she flailed about, twisting and turning. The only thing Talitha managed to do was to get herself turned onto her back.
She tried to bat the cup out of his hand but only managed to bump his forearm. Her reward was a shower of more ice and cold water in her face and hair. Sputtering and gasping she tried to reach underneath her for her wand which had gotten tangled up in the sheet they were wrestling on. Unable to free it, Talitha focused again on the enemy.
Her efforts to push herself out from under him were futile. She tried to find the tickle spot just above his kneecap and failed. Punching was out of the question. First of all, Talitha wasn’t mad. Second, Oliver was too good of a friend to hurt. She could try pretending to be hurt and start crying, but she was having too much fun to work up believable tears.
Out of breath, Talitha lay back, giggling and gasping for air. She wiped the water off of her face. Her braid was completely undone. Her face was flushed. She crossed her arms and grinned, still panting. Her brown eyes gleamed with evil glee.
“So,” She drawled. “Do you give up yet?”\n
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Me? *innocent eyes* Never!
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Oliver
February 17, 2008 12:06 PM
Oh, trouble just finds you, right? by Oliver
Oliver couldn’t help but be surprised by the strength Talitha suddenly seemed to muster when she was under attack. He supposed he should have expected it – she had a strong personality and refused to be given any pity, even when being teased, so Oliver should have realised it would follow that she could hold her own in a physical tussle, too. Oliver had play-wrestled his sister on several occasions and maybe it was because Charlie was so much younger than him, but he’d never had to exert quite so much of his strength against a girl before. Still, Talitha was very funny as she squirmed about on the floor.“Excellent snake impression,” Oliver told her, trying not to laugh out loud because he knew it would be that strange geeky-sounding laugh that managed to escape only when it would be most embarrassing.
He thought that Talitha could probably throw him off if she really wanted to – she hadn’t tried kicking him yet (one of Charlie’s best efforts) and those fingernails could probably do some serious cat-fight damage. Apparently she was content to surrender though, as finally her struggling subsided, replaced by breathless giggles. Oliver looked down at her, absolutely powerless to quell the smile from his face.
“Do you give up yet?” Talitha mocked him, and Oliver once again had to force down a laugh. He paused a moment to take a breath and readjust his glasses (which had become askew in their tangle) and then looked down at Talitha with as serious an expression as he could muster.
“I do not give up,” he told her. “However I feel you are on the brink of giving up, so I’ll save you the trouble and release you.” Then he shifted off his friend, and knelt down on the blanket next to her up, finally allowing Talitha the freedom she’d been fighting for. He held the cup of ice above her head, out of her reach. “Now say ‘Thank you, Oliver, for letting me go’.” Oliver gave her a sadistic grin, and titled the cup slightly, not enough for any ice to fall, but enough to let Talitha know it could.
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Oh, trouble just finds you, right?
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Talitha
February 18, 2008 9:17 AM
Of course! I'd never do anything to seek it out on my own! by Talitha
Talitha was having the time of her life although it wasn’t getting any writing done. Oh well, she’d make up for it later. She was thinking hard and fast about what to do to turn the tables on Oliver when he got up. Her jaw dropped in disbelief when he said he thought she was on the brink of giving up. Not her! She'd never, ever cried, “Uncle!” and there was no way she was going to start now.When he raised the cup and demanded a thank you, Talitha’s dimples deepened as her wicked grin widened. The game was still on. Snake, huh? She’d show him how snakey she could be. They were the most cunning of all the animal spirits and she still had a few trick up her sleeve that didn’t involve magic.
Sitting up slowly, she got herself ready to spring into action when the time was right. Talitha tried to appear a bit humbled, sadistically enjoying ever moment of planning her winning move. She bit her lip and cocked her head coyly, acting as though she was about to comply and beg for mercy. There was one professor that made Oliver nervous. He made most students nervous, really. Yes, he would be enough of a distraction. She peered over Oliver’s shoulder as if seeing someone behind him.
“Oh look,” Talitha lied. “There’s Professor O’Leary!” She waved as if trying to appear innocent. “Hi, Professor!”
Using the decoy to momentarily catch her friend off guard, she pounced for the cup. Her hand was over Oliver’s and the tug to retrieve it sloshed ice and water everywhere. She gasped as cold water splashed her yet again. At least a good deal landed on Oliver too.
“I guess we’re both all wet!” She laughed.
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Talitha
Of course! I'd never do anything to seek it out on my own!
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Oliver
February 21, 2008 3:46 PM
Yeah, right. As if. by Oliver
Oliver inwardly berated himself for fooling for such an obvious trick! He’d known that something was awry when Talitha had waved to a professor as creepy as Old Eerie, but he’d still been startled enough by the prospect of a professor witnessing his present behaviour that he’d momentarily stopped concentrating on Talitha, only to be sharply brought back moments later as the two of them were showered in ice and freezing water.“Hey!” Oliver called out, mostly in surprise. He was angry with himself for being so easily played, but he couldn’t help but grin when Talitha started laughing.
“Yeah, you trouble maker,” he said, lightly shoving her in the shoulder. He pulled out the front of his shirt away from his skin and looked down at the damp patch. A least the water splashed mostly his face and shirt, and didn’t cause any potentially embarrassing wet areas. “Just as well you didn’t get my notebook wet,” he said, having ascertained his writing supplies were still safe and dry. “You’d have wrecked a masterpiece, you know.”
“Still,” he added, as he sat back down again and took up his pen once more, “at least I know what to call the snake now. Talitha’s a good name for a snake, don’t you think?”
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Yeah, right. As if.
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Taitha
February 24, 2008 9:14 AM
Well, I never... by Taitha
Talitha shoved Oliver back playfully. She briefly considered tackling him, beginning the tussle all over again or saying something that would goad him into chasing her, but they’d caused enough of a ruckus already. She was surprised nobody yelled at them to settle down yet. The point of the meeting was to write, not wrestle or water fight.
“A masterpiece, huh?” Talitha scoffed. “We’ll see.”
“I know what to call the snake now. Talitha’s a good name for a snake, don’t you think?”
Talitha sniffed and tossed her tangled hair, pretending insult. She turned and plopped down on the very damp sheet and picked up her parchment and quill and made to resume writing.
“Fine,” She glared at Oliver though slanted eyes. “I just happened to being thinking of a name for my main character too. Oliver, the Obnoxious Owl!”
Making note of her raptor’s name, she ignored her sparing partner for the moment. Another scathingly brilliant idea struck her.
“So, I wonder who will write the better masterpiece.” She began calculatingly. “Tell you what, let’s make a bet. The one who comes closest to the word count goal at the end of Noveling Fury wins. If we both make it, the most words decide the victor. And the loser has to…has to….has to what?”
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Well, I never...
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Oliver
March 05, 2008 7:41 AM
... never what? by Oliver
Having decided that Tristan’s first snake would in fact be called Talitha, Oliver was continuing to write the opening paragraph of his novel, studiously ignoring anything else the real Talitha said, until she presented him with a challenge that appealed to Oliver’s competitive nature, and made it impossible for him to refuse.“There’s no way you’re going to make it,” Oliver said, laughing. “No way at all. Me, I did it last year, so you know what you’re up against.” Even as he spoke, Oliver’s mind had already turned to thinking of a suitable forfeit for Talitha for when she lost her own bet. “The loser - meaning you - has to explode something in the potions lab, during a lesson,” he said grinning. “No wait! The loser has to spend an entire day with their uniform robes on inside out.” Ideas were entering Oliver’s head faster than he could vocalise them. “Eat cockroach clusters!” he exclaimed – he was fairly sure he’d heard that some first years had some of the more unusual confectionaries.
“Or,” he said, smiling coyly, “you could be my personal servant for the day. You know, carry my bag for me, shine my shoes, that sort of thing.” He grinned. “Or did you have something less degrading in mind?”
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Oliver
... never what?
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Talitha
March 07, 2008 12:05 AM
Never mind by Talitha
Talitha swallowed, suddenly nervous. What if Oliver actually won? He was sure to demand his due. There was no way she could back out now or he would label her a coward. No way. She just wouldn’t lose that was all, even if she had to write day and night.She bent over her parchment and sniffed as if unconcerned. Talitha would simply die of humiliation if Oliver knew she was having second thoughts. The best way to get out of this bet was to think of something so humiliating, so awful, Oliver wouldn’t agree to it.
“That’s fine. You’re on…if…if…” Talitha looked at him with a wicked smile. “If you lose, you have to kiss your date to the ball. In front of everybody. On. The. Lips.”
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Never mind
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Oliver
March 07, 2008 10:41 AM
Okay then by Oliver
Oliver waited expectantly for Talitha to back down, to say she’d changed her mind about the bet. He wouldn’t be surprised; it was obviously that he was going to win, and he had suggested some fairly awful forfeits for the loser. Surprisingly, Talitha didn’t quarrel; instead she suggested a forfeit for Oliver, should he lose.This presented a dilemma. Oliver was almost certain that he would win, but he couldn’t deny there was still some small chance that Talitha was a hereto unrecognised creative genius, and would write well over the goal of fifty thousand words. If they agreed to this bet, Oliver would have to do whatever task she set for him. Seeing as what she had set was to kiss his date for the ball, Oliver’s instinct reaction was to utter an unconcerned ‘fine’. Sure it would be scary, and maybe a bit humiliating, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t ever considered kissing Hannah before. Yet before Oliver could offer his reply, the rest of his brain kicked in, and he realised he didn’t want to do what Talitha was asking at all. It just wouldn’t be fair – he’d asked Hannah to go with him as friends. To do that and then kiss her only because he’d lost a bet was a pretty crummy thing to do.
“Nah, the forfeit for the loser should be the same,” he announced, after only a moment’s hesitation. “We should agree on a task, and whoever the loser is – meaning you – will have to do it. Yeah?”
Oliver hoped she would agree – he didn’t want to refuse her forfeit outright. That would suck. Still, at least it would give him some sort of excuse to kiss Hannah… not that he needed one… “So what we settling on? Personal slave for the day, or kissing our ball dates?”
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Okay then
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Talitha
March 10, 2008 11:17 PM
Yeah, Well by Talitha
Whether Oliver planned it or not, Talitha sure felt like a mouse between a kneazle’s front paws. If she lost, she had now desire to be lorded over. On the other hand she almost said that she couldn’t bet a kiss at the ball because a girl’s first kiss should be special, not a dare. That made her conscience brought her up short. What was Oliver’s date? A flobberworm? How would the girl like to find out Oliver kissed her in public on a dare? Shame bloomed bright red all over her face. Even her ears felt hot. No, she couldn’t force the kiss dare.She flung about in her mind trying to come up with a less odious solution. If Oliver won, she could just see his smug expression as he snapped his fingers and loaded her down with books. He might even make Talitha wash his dirty socks, by hand. He might make her gut a toad in Potions. It would be just unbearable beyond words. Eating cockroach clusters were sounding more and more appealing. Not able to think of anything, she decided to put on a brave face and then work her backside off so she didn’t lose.
“Okay,” Talitha tossed her hair nonchalantly and began writing furiously, all the while she mentally crossed her fingers so this whole debacle didn‘t blow up in her face. “I’ll choose the slave for a day. I think lemonades would nice for Luttece and I as we sunbath. Oh, and we would probably enjoy a pedicure too. Yes, I believe I’d like that.”
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Yeah, Well
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Oliver
March 13, 2008 12:54 PM
Yeah... by Oliver
Luckily, Talitha opted for the slave for a day version. Oliver silently let out the breath he’d been holding, and concentrated on his writing, just in case relief was evident on his face. “Okay,” he replied, trying to sound as if he wasn’t bothered either way. It would be kind of nice to have Talitha trail around after him for a day, carrying his bag, checking his homework, fetching and carrying for him. Of course she would try to back out… “Let’s shake on it!” he said suddenly, and thrust out his hand for Talitha to take. “Come on, shake on it or you’re a quitter,” he said, in case she was thinking about refusing.Now they’d sealed the bet, Oliver turned back to his notebook. He had a lot of work to do – he had to write more than the suggested word count if he was going to be sure of beating Talitha, which meant no more slacking! He tried to concentrate hard on his work and ignore everything Talitha was doing and saying, but her comments about lemonade and pedicures brought a shiver to his spine. He hadn’t considered what it was Talitha might make him do, and he certainly hadn’t thought about Lutece being involved in the equation. He could think of little more humiliating than doing girly things with the one girl he despised above all others. There was only one thing for it – Oliver would just have to win, so Talitha wouldn’t have a chance to inflict all these sorts of cruelties upon him. He had to win.
Of course, in the mean time, there wasn’t any harm in thinking of what he would make Talitha do once she lost…
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Yeah...
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