Killing Time [Open]

[James King.]

Saturdays at Hogwarts could be surprisingly boring, James had found. While they were one of the best days of the week when you had friends to spend time with, the day was duller than any other when they were otherwise occupied: by homework or detention for girlfriends or any number of the myriad chunks of daily minutiae that otherwise conspired to leave this day a boring one for James King.

Still, he had to make the best of a bad thing, somehow. But his attempts to occupy his time proved futile. Turning his quill to paper to try and pen some exciting story that might one day become a short story or even a novel proved futile, as his muse was as good as non-existent. Trying to put ink to page on the homework front also proved useless. Mere minutes passed before boredom overwhelmed him, homework was not for Saturdays, it was for Sunday evenings, at the earliest. Reading, gobstones, chess, nothing was able to occupy him for long. A glance at his watch showed that it was only 1pm. He’d killed almost no time whatsoever.

It took him a while to think up something that killed more than a few minutes. He wrote a letter. It was a quick letter, just a quick hello to his parents, filling them in on things. When he finished it off he walked off to the tower. While he walked there he could see people running about with their friends, much to his displeasure. Still he managed to make himself feel better by shooting his best glare at every person he encountered in third year or lower. The younger students recoiled as if stung, having a two foot height advantage certainly had its usefulness.

When he reached the tower it was surprisingly empty. Deciding to get the message done with he picked out his owl from the flocks of birds above. At his whistle Vespasian fluttered down, looking rather unhappy at having been awoken. ”I’ve a letter for you to take to mum and dad”. The owl hooted once. ”Yes, it needs to be done now”. Another hoot and what James could have sworn was a raised eyebrow. ”Come on, you know the way, and you need the exercise!”. This time came an indignant squawk. ”Don’t give me that. Alright, when you get back I’ll give you a mouse”. One more hoot. ”Alright, alright, two. But only if you get going!”. The owl looked positively smug as he stuck out his leg to receive the parchment. He was a rather smart owl Vespasian, or so James believed. It could just be a sign that James was an idiot talking to a bird, but James preferred his way of thinking.

As Vespasian fluttered out of the window, James turned to leave, but he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Curious, he walked to the doorway and glanced down. ”Hello?”.

[Tellena Penvellyn.]

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In the most honest sense she could possible muster, the simple fact that she was in the owlery had come to complete shock to her. Not because she wasn't usually in the owlery, and not because she didn't know how she got there. She distinctly remembered walking into the owlery from the common room, and she distinctly remembered having quite the conversation with the owls, but the fact that shocked her was that she hadn't bothered to get dressed before she came. She was still in the bikini she had gone swimming in several hours earlier, the black and pink thing barely covering anything to be considered proper for a girl of her age when not actually swimming. She also didn't have shoes on, which was more par on the course of Tellena, since she didn't really like shoes anyway. But she could have almost sworn that she had gotten dressed before she came. It didn't really matter though, since the owls obviously didn't care about her lack of clothing, and nor did they really notice. She was almost positive that no one was really going to be sending letters tonight, or at least it was wishful thinking on her part.

The lower half of the owlery had lost its luster after several minutes of speaking about politics with the owls - the only people who wouldn't definitely be angry with her for voicing her opinion. They tended to listen rather than berate. After a few moments of really just sitting around on the floor, she stood up and patted one on the head, stepping out of the room and heading up the stairs, her feet padding lighting against the stone. She almost barely touched the steps, as they were rather cold. It was unpleseant to say the least. She stopped mid air as her ears caught the sound of a voice. Hoping it was just her imagination, but not having the guts to continue on, she stopped, leaning against the wall and looking towards the door, inching forwards, determined not to make any noise, which she absolutely failed at. Within moments, the voice - distinctly male, perhaps belonging to a sixth or seventh year. Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but she wasn't completely sure from just a Hello - spoke again, a simple, inquisitive greeting - one that was spoken in question rather than anything else, asking of the presence of someone other than himself.

Tellena gulped, and then decided to simply play it off as if she had no idea she was in her swimsuit and not her decent clothing. The girl stepped up onto the top step, pushing the door open and then starting in, wearing a smile on her face and really, little else. She glanced out the window, and then picked up a random owl, petting it and generally giving it love.

"You're a cutie pah-tootie, aren't you?" She asked, looking towards the little owl and nuzzling its feathers with her nose and smiling. "Yes you are. I can't believe my mum doesn't think you guys exist. How could she ignore your cuteness?" She cooed, before sitting the owl back and heading towards another, picking it up and doing pretty much the same thing, before turning towards the other person in the room and speaking at last. "You like owls?"

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[James King.]

James wasn’t really sure what he’d expected when he greeted the person he’d heard on the stairs. Some meek first year maybe, or someone on their way up to send out a letter. He had certainly not expected to find a tall, very attractive woman stepping through the door, wearing a broad grin and not a lot else. It did seem a little chilly for someone to be in the rather highly elevated tower wearing nothing but a black and pink bikini. Then again, James wasn’t one to judge, if she wanted to prance around in her bikini who was he to stop her? Still it was rather strange he was slightly off put by her baby-talking to the owls, ignoring him completely. Even the owls seemed a little confused by the treatment. For a short while James thought he was having some kind of potion-addled dream. Any minute now I’m going to wake up in potions class and find out that I just sipped whacky dream potion instead of pumpkin juice. But that of course would have been silly,

In response to her question he nodded. ”Yep, I love owls, I’ve had my own since I was eleven, in fact I just sent him off with a-“. A rather loud hoot disturbed his rather short train of thought. Turning around he saw a big, black owl that was unmistakeably his Vespasian perched behind him. ”You could not have crossed the Irish Sea twice and delivered the letter in that time”. Another hoot. ”The letter’s still on your leg!” Yet another hoot. James turned and rolled his eyes. ”Well he’s as helpful as ever”. Addressing his fellow occupant of the room he said ”Well this here is Vespasian, the most useless postal owl ever hatched”. Another hoot, the owl sounded positively pleased. ”That’s not a complement”. Then again, to his barely dressed companion, ”Oh and I’m James, James King. I don’t believe we’ve met”.

Although James had a thought at the back of his head that questioning her state of dress, or rather her state of undress, might lead her to cover up (how he had no idea, but people had done stranger things than pull clothes out of thin air), he found that he had to ask. ”Is there any particular reason why you’re here in your swimsuit? Not that I’m complaining, but it is rather chilly in the owlery most of the time”. Of course during the summer the owlery could be positively pleasant, but it was almost always one of the coldest places in the school. A swimsuit that covered so little...and clung so closely (Snap out of it James!) was unusual attire for her surroundings.

[Tellena Penvellyn.]

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She stopped cooing over the tiny owl for a few moments while he spoke, talking about his own pet owl whom he'd sent out with a letter just moments before. She smiled, listening to him and then following his movement to the black owl that sat in the window, staring at him with what could only be described as a smile on its beak. She giggled, starting over towards the two and looking at the owl closely, sticking her finger out and tapping it on the beak with her fingertip, that smile not fading as she leaned forward and kissed the owl on the head, stepping back and looking at the boy with a pout.

"Oh, lucky. He's precious. My mum won't let me have an owl. She doesn't believe in them." She said, as if her mother's very denial of the existence of such a prominent creature was a normality. She smiled again, looking up at the dozens of owls that were sitting around, just hanging out, doing nothing really except waiting for someone to come and give them something to do. Tellena put her hands on her hips, before giving the owl a very theatrical bow. As she straightened back up, she held a hand out to shake her companion's in greeting. "Tellena Penvellyn. I don't believe we have, but I could be sorely mistaken as I do that sometimes. I can always remember a face, or a name, but rarely both at the same time. But all that aside, it is nice to meet you, Mister King." She smiled again, before feeling her cheeks turn a bit red at the mention of her rather scantily clad self. She put her hand to the back of her head and shook her hair rather embarrassed. She had been hoping the boy wouldn't notice, but that was an almost ridiculous request in itself.

"Well, I had thought that I had changed before I got up here, and it took me until a few moments ago to realize that I had just dreamed changing into my clothes. I went swimming earlier, and I took a nap right afterwards. I had kind of hoped that no one would notice." She chuckled, acting as if this too were a very, very normal thing. It was almost as if it'd happened before. It was only when he mentioned the fact that the owlery tended to be the coldest room in the castle that she realized that she was, in fact, rather cold, and a few goosebumps rose on her stomach. She quickly moved her arms and crossed them in front of her, cuddling herself. "If you hadn't said anything I would have stayed warm, Jimmy." She stated, looking at hims straight with those clear green eyes of hers, an almost reprimanding look. it was the best she could muster before she smiled again.

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>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.

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[James King.]

James glared at the rather smug looking owl as the scantily clad girl fawned over him. He always wondered why little fuzzy animals like Vespasian managed to get more female attention than James could draw with all the looks, flirting and other tricks of the trade that he could muster. While she kissed the owl he mumbled ”Where’s my kiss...?”, probably too quietly for her to hear, but he couldn’t be entirely sure, people at this school seemed to have some unnatural hearing.

James raised an eyebrow. ”She doesn’t believe in owls? They’re a bit hard to miss aren’t they?”. Vespasian gave another hoot as if to emphasise James’ words. Vespasian was an enigma to James. He’d been a present from his parents on his eleventh birthday, both because James had always wanted an owl and because it would make it easier for him to send letters home. But something was odd about him It seemed like he understood exactly what people were saying, and sometimes replied...and James could swear his beaked face reproduced expressions that had no right being on an owl’s face. James gave her a slight bow, similar to the one she had given the owl. ”Well it is my pleasure to meet you Miss Penvellyn, but please feel free to call me James”. He smirked again at her embarrassed redness. Had she expected him not to notice? He glanced over her. Fat chance of that. She was very...hard to ignore...

Listening to her speak, James had decided he was in the company of a rather strange girl. It was unusual enough to forget that you hadn’t changed. But to go to the coldest place in the school and not notice that you were in a very fabric saving garment like hers? That was strange...and she didn’t even seem to be noticing the cold, or at least she hadn’t before he’d mentioned it. Now she seemed a little cross with him, at least momentarily. He had to raise an eyebrow at Jimmy. Jimmy was a new one. ”Sorry about that, if you’re really that cold you can come sit beside me. Cold survival 101, sharing body heat”. He smirked in reply to her attempt at a reprimanding look that obviously didn’t suit her and grinned when it broke into a smile, which seemed much more suitable for her.