Wed Feb 1, 2017 23:35

“You think so? Can’t wait to be enlightened,” Lucien responded, his sarcasm deadpan like usual. It was therefore likely only semi-recognizeable as being sarcastic, which was again something quite usual in Lucien’s typical sense of humour, but in this case he found himself vaguely questioning whether he genuinely meant it. Whatever this game was, it was probably ridiculous, but it couldn’t really be that bad for Francine to educate him on the topic. It actually might be nice to have something new for them to share. They didn’t have too many overlapping interests aside from - well, each other - and sometimes he wondered whether they might run out of conversation entirely one day. That would be inconvenient.

He listened with perhaps surprising attentiveness as Nick explained his distaste for makeup and costumes, at least outside of something he called ‘a con’. He assumed that didn’t have the same connotations (hah) as the only similar-sounding terms he could think of, such as pro/con. Considering Nick’s response, he filed it under a mental grey zone for later evaluation (conveniently bordering the same grey zone under which he classified people such as his sister, who made it appear way too easy flipping between dating boys and girls for it to be normal, and Holland, who was bafflingly resistant to being called out on her oddities) before returning to an easier question. “What do you mean by a con? What makes it differen--”

It was at this point that the Canadian was interrupted by a crack not dissimilar to gunfire and a comparably violent explosion of candy. He jumped, startled, before his eyes narrowed. Oh, no way. If there was one thing Lucien despised at this school, even more than students who wasted space sleeping in the library and professors who let dogs run around the potions lab, it was Shifty Eyes. He’d been lucky enough to have had only a few interactions with the poltergeist over his almost six-and-a-half years so far, but in his opinion, that was still a few too many.

Back in earlier years, Lucien had accidentally slipped into French quite regularly when he got emotional. Now, the choice was always intentional; although, really, it was just more satisfying to get mad in French. “Va pèter dans le trèfle!” he shouted after the poltegeist, shaking candy off his previously neatly-coiffed orange-dyed hair. Despite his disgruntlement, he couldn’t help grimacing when he heard the candies crying in their wrappers as they fell to the ground. He had nothing against animated treats like Chocolate Frogs, those were fun (albiet a disappointing reminder of his lame frog Patronus), but vocal candies were another matter. “Never been a fan of these,” he remarked to Nick at a less angry volume. “It’s just depressing.”

  • Here! Have some candy! - Shifty Eyes, Wed Feb 1 20:08
    He sat on top of the rock wall, blending into his surroundings. All that could be seen were his signature yellow eyes, and that was only if the ickle children were looking really, really hard. Oh,... more
    • ....No. - Lucien, Wed Feb 1 23:35
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