Honestly you're the worst
Thu Jul 26, 2018 16:06

“This is such a nonsensical way of cooking things…”

Marley giggled, which may have made it seem like she was laughing at Connor’s oh-so-very entitled complaint about the lack of house-elves present to cook for them, but really that was much less interesting (actually, not interesting at all; it was totally predictable behaviour for such an ignorant, classist, look-at-my-fancy-accent Pureblood) than the fact that his unvented potato was sitting in the fire. A potato explosion was inevitable. A spud-splosion. She was so ready for this. Because Connor was in general awful, and in specific he’d ignored a scientifically accurate explanation for why venting was necessary which she was pretty sure he would’ve paid attention to if he’d read it himself in a book or, worse, had a boy say it to him instead, and all things considered, he deserved a potato to blow up in his face. Karma and all that.

“You’ve been in AgriClub this whole time,” she pointed out logically, and at the same time completely illogically because why had Connor of all people joined AgriClub? The first time Marley had seen him at a club meeting, she’d assumed that he had mixed it up with something else or possibly was just trying to hide from Quidditch practice, because that was totally the sort of thing he would do. But then he had stayed. And kept coming. And now he was here again. She might’ve thought by now that he was plotting something, if she wasn’t already confident in her belief that he was too much of an idiot for that. “Haven’t you realized that, like, there are no house-elves ever involved? Like some of the produce goes to the kitchens and they use it in regular meals,” probably, she couldn’t remember now if Myffi had said that was a thing that was already happening or that she wanted to happen in the future when they had a bigger harvest, “but they don’t help with the garden. That’s all us. And this feast is to celebrate what we’ve done. So.” She said the word like it explained everything, which it did.

Fiddling with the knotted ends of her belt, straightening them over her skirt and knees, Marley glanced past the bonfire to observe the other participants for a moment. She spotted her fellow “yearmate”, Leo - quotes because the guy had flunked out of his own year, and gosh that must suck, he looked even grumpier than usual. He was another type that she hadn’t expected to continue on with AgriClub, although it was about a million times less surprising to see him here, because he was also friends with Myffi, and from their interactions on the Pitch the past few years she knew he was capable of getting along with other students over a longer period, which was more than could be said for the Cetus standing in front of her. Speaking of which: “Are you gonna sit? No need to be scared of splinters,” she half-joked, half-lamented, as the wooden benches were smooth to the touch. “Or cooties, but you can go deep if you disagree.” Marley illustrated her point with a wave at a separate bench that was conveniently positioned closer to the potatoes.

  • Honestly I feel so attacked right now - Connor, Wed Jul 25 16:20
    He should have known that their conversation would end up like this. No matter how polite Connor tried to be, Marley ruined it every time. All he had done was ask if she had experience cooking... more
    • Honestly you're the worst - Marley, Thu Jul 26 16:06
      • No, you're the worst - Connor, Thu Jul 26 17:24
        Great, now Marley was laughing at him. Connor let out his breath sharply in exasperation and stuck his wand in the pocket of his now grass-stained khakis. Because of course Marley was laughing at... more
        • Now you're just copying - Marley, Fri Jul 27 23:02
          There was so much that was backwards in what Connor was saying that for a moment she wasn’t even sure where to start. There was also so much that was baffling that she didn’t know whether to react... more
          • Now you're just copying - Connor, Sat Jul 28 12:38
            It wasn’t unusual for Connor to be confused when talking to Marley because she often said things that didn’t make sense. Usually they could be tied back to the conversation as a whole, though, which... more
            • When she tuned back in, it was a nice change of pace to note that Connor actually wasn’t being all Muggle-phobic or Eurocentric Magick-centric or whatever (he was technically European so... more
              • All right, the potato was apparently supposed to do that, according to Marley. Although Marley didn’t seem as though she were particularly sure, as she scampered off to see Myffi and check, leaving... more
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