Now you're just copying
Fri Jul 27, 2018 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 and speak back or sit back and absorb the fact that Connor had just called gardening ‘fun’ which was basically the same thing as admitting he liked it. Gosh. Was that why he kept coming to AgriClub? But, no, that was too straightforward. Connor was a Pureblood, and she didn’t wanna generalize, and there were probably tons of people who didn't fall in between those stereotype lines at all, but most of her experience with Purebloods this far (well okay, technically just some of her experience, because there were more Lemonts at RMI than there were Claudias, although Mum had enough Pureblooded clients to maybe tip that balance a bit) had shown her that they didn’t do stuff because they had fun with it or liked it or even wanted to do it. In fact, they seemed to do stuff just because they didn’t want to. Ulterior motives were weird.

Marley finally (read: after a handful of seconds, barely enough to exhale and think and inhale again) decided that she had to speak up after all, because she couldn’t not. “The cooking part is for fun too,” she pointed out with a grin that was only mostly because his spud-slosion was going to be one of the funnest parts of this particular cooking experience. And unlike some in attendance, or at least one, she genuinely liked to cook, and not only because she liked to eat, so that was significant. “But you’re right, we don’t need to cook. In fact no one’s making you. You chose to come, so that’s gotta mean you thought it would be fun, right? You liiiiike it?” Marley dragged out the word, trailing off into another giggle. This was so ridiculous. Connor was gardening and being stupid instead of also-rude for once, and he had also sat down beside her, and on top of that they were actually talking in what was almost an actual conversation instead of him just sighing and trying to boss her around like their (thankfully rare) class assignments always turned into, and even higher on top of that, he didn’t know how to cook potatoes nor knew well enough to listen to her advice.

Had she mentioned recently how stoked she was for this? True, he hadn’t taken the bait to sit down at the other bench, but he was still close enough to the coals that it would work out as planned, or good enough. Marley had never actually seen a baking potato explode before, but she’d been told about it. Her dad claimed the force could split aluminum foil right in half, and that wasn’t even from a potato grown toootally underground with magic sun and rain and dragon dung fertilizer!

Of course then Connor had to go ahead and ruin it by being racist again. Not skin colour racist, but blood magic racist. Not blood magic as in the Dark Arts, but as in having magic in your bloodline. Once upon a time she’d thought that was the worst, but compared to skin colour racist, it was better, and okay enough to tolerate as long as she rolled her brown eyes way back to extra-demonstrate that his original racist thought hadn’t slipped under her nose even if she wasn’t entirely certain what exactly he had originally intended to say. “Sure. And Purebloods don’t exaggerate at all about the appearance or roles or meaning of gender. Especially not when they’re kids. Pureblood kids are better than that!” As soon as she said it, Marley was reminded of Holland, who she hoped-slash-assumed was still dating Danny because they were almost perfect together, but who had at least still been dating Danny during the summer and so had probably gone nose to nose with his Pureblood family. That in turn reminded her of Claudia, and everything Claudia had said she believed about the purpose of women, and gave her an uncomfortable cramping in her stomach. (Un)fortunately Connor was probably still being all racist against Muggles, so she turned back in for a distraction.

  • 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
      • 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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