Connor Farnon
Mine too, as it happens
Wed Mar 15, 2017 05:56

Connor Farnon was in the middle of doing something particularly unusual for him.

He was sneaking out of his dorm.

It was past curfew, and the Cetus did care, but he was busy stubbornly proving his brother wrong. Dade had heard from someone - either their sister or his questionable, singular friend - that there was going to be some sort of party in the passageways that night. It wasn’t as if Connor actually knew where the passageways were, so he’d ignored it. That was, until Dade had begun taking jabs at him about being a goodie two-shoes. It typically wasn’t something that would have annoyed Connor, but the second year had been feeling particularly disconnected from his year-group lately and his brother’s very normal mocking had hit home and Connor had gotten uncharacteristically angry. Despite having much more control over it than Dade or Rose, the brown-haired boy had, in fact, inherited the Farnon obstinacy and temper, and that was the story of how he was sneaking out to the Quidditch Pitch and into the rock wall that he’d never looked twice at. He’d ended up getting the location out of Dade before the two had parted ways after lunch, in part because of Dade’s amused incredulity that Connor would actually consider attending the sort of event that Marissa Kendrick was known for hosting.

Whether Marissa actually had the reputation among the lower years she had among the upper years, Connor was uncertain. He did, however, know quite enough about her escapades from Rose to disapprove of them thoroughly.

And yet, Connor found himself in the secret passageways wearing black pants and a long-sleeved, light blue button-up, being handed a yellow tulip by someone far older than him who he didn’t know. In general, the thirteen-year-old had managed to avoid attention from the upper years, aside from the House Prefects who he’d asked for directions at least twice his first year. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t remember that, though. Most first years got lost at least twice - most of them more often, but Connor had an impeccable sense of direction that even RMI’s magically twisting corridors had yet to best - and a confused student from the lower years was unlikely to make an impression on someone much older and much busier.

Apparently the premise of the party was to find the person whose flower matched yours, which Connor thought was a particularly ingenious icebreaker. For all that he disapprovingly made fun of Dade for his lack of social skills, if Connor was being honest, he had barely branched out socially himself. He had perfectly reasonable and pleasant interactions with Claudia Dubois, a respectable pureblood his own age, but aside from that he had yet to find someone with whom he could spend his free time. It was one of the reasons he spent so much time with his younger brother, despite the degree to which Dade frustrated him.

Wandering around with the yellow tulip grasped loosely in his left hand, Connor was about to give up on finding his partner - maybe the second tulip hadn’t been handed out yet? - when someone bumped into him. Grumpily, Connor flicked his hazel eyes over to the perpetrator and saw to his mild horror that the polka-dot wearing girl who had just bumped into him had a yellow tulip tucked into her wild hair. Suppressing a sigh, Connor smiled politely at Marley. She was in his year, but he had rarely interacted with the Lyra in part because he avoided Lyras on principal and in part because she was rarely as focused as he was in class and he therefore avoided partnering with her whenever possible. Still, they’d had a couple of borderline pleasant interactions over the past year and a half, and Connor rarely saw the point of being rude regardless.

“Good evening, Marley,” he said, only a little stiffly. He ignored her babbling about running into him, mildly peeved at her lack of regard for other people. What did she mean, it might happen again? “Are you enjoying the party?”

Somehow, the premise of the party now seemed infinitely less pleasant.

  • My first real party! Eep! - Marley Chapman, Tue Mar 14 22:57
    “Hi! Is this for me? Wow, thanks! It’s pretty!” The older boy might have agreed with her declaration, or he might not have, but she didn’t stick around to find out. Marley bounced away cheerfully,... more
    • Mine too, as it happens - Connor Farnon, Wed Mar 15 05:56
      • We can be excited together! - Marley, Wed Mar 15 14:24
        “Oh, right,” she giggled again at the reminder that she hadn’t actually greeted him. “Good evening to you too!” Connor was always kind of formal, whereas Marley was super not formal, as proved now... more
        • Somehow I find that unlikely - Connor, Wed Mar 15 15:46
          One of the few things Connor had in common with his younger brother - a thing they both did not have in common with Rose - was an appreciation for silence. Connor coupled that appreciation with one... more
          • “Mandrake!” Marley echoed. “That’s not really a fruit, is it? Well, I guess pumpkin isn’t a fruit, either. Or is it? I don’t actually know. Anyways,” she rounded off hastily, having noticed that... more
            • I do, indeed, seem to be stuck - Connor, Tue Mar 21 14:23
              Oh no, Marley was coming with him? Connor groaned internally as she skipped along. The whole point had been to get rid of her without being rude, but he saw clearly that particular avenue of... more
              • You're not getting away easily - Marley, Wed Mar 22 12:20
                “You don’t?” she interjected with more than a little shock. Not that it was a problem that Connor apparently didn’t enjoy eating sweets or - crisps, whatever those were - clearly not important - but... more
                • Not to say that I'm not trying - Connor, Fri Mar 24 04:33
                  To his utter lack of surprise, Marley hopped right in after his comment about cheese. To his surprise - although it shouldn’t have been, really - she proceeded to utterly baffle him within seconds.... more
                  • It's really not your best effort - Marley, Fri Mar 24 14:13
                    Caught by surprise, she blinked at Connor a few times before bursting into giggles. He didn't have a very obvious sense of humour, but she had learned over the past twoish years that he could be... more
                    • Well I wouldn't want to be rude - Connor, Sun Mar 26 09:15
                      Great, now Marley was acting like he was stupid for not knowing what cheese in a jar was. Connor bristled a little bit. Well maybe she was the stupid one for eating cheese that came in a jar . There... more
                      • You've been anything but! - Marley, Sun Mar 26 13:09
                        "That's one way to put it," she agreed brightly, or as brightly as she could manage through her mouthful of brownie. Innovative was too fancy of a word for something as boring as Cheese Whiz, but it... more
                        • I do try my best - Connor, Mon Mar 27 04:28
                          Well he shouldn’t have been surprised that Marley was prone to outbursts but Connor couldn’t say that he wasn’t surprised by the comment that had triggered this one. He was confused. Muggle food was... more
                          • Let me help you with that - Marley, Tue Mar 28 00:48
                            “Well, yeah,” Marley returned, not picking up on his patronizing tone. “But that’s proof, isn’t it? A lot of Muggle food and wizard food aren’t very different at all, since they have the same food... more
                            • I wouldn't call any of this 'helping' - Connor, Mon Apr 10 04:45
                              Apparently he had offended Marley by explaining the nature of the world to her, which was somehow unsurprising. In Connor’s experience (largely at RMI), people who weren’t purebloods could get awful... more
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