Post by tanith on Apr 5, 2011 23:20:38 GMT 1
Okay, so there wasn't actually a Hogwarts Gobstones Society. There had been a Gobstones Club long ago, but apparently the game had gone largely out of fashion since then, and the club was no longer running. Regardless of which, if there had been a Gobstones Club Tanith doubted she'd be able to join. She was still crap at it, having never had an interest in the game whatsoever before during a shared bout of insomnia in the last term. where Severus Snape had kicked her arse. Since then, having lost terrible and succumbed to an equally embarrassing bet to boot, an interest in cultivating her Gobstones skills had arose as a consequence.
There were some other consequences of course. One of them was possibly could-it-be-called yes-it-probably-could friendship with Severus, of which Gobstones was one base (the others include being socially awkward and often sarcastic). It was nice, actually, although Tanith would not have admitted this if quizzed. She was carefully nonchalant about it, but the fact remained that Severus was one of the few Slytherins she could speak to without wanting to gouge her eyes out with a Quill after five minutes (cough, ritaskeeter, cough). It was a welcome novelty though, having something regular in one's social calendar, like her occasional Gobstones games/lessons with Snape in the common room - when it was suitably deserted- which took place a few nights a week. Tonight was one of those nights. And so right now she was sitting cross-legged on one of the battered leather sofas in the common room, fiddling with her chalk and Gobstones and waiting for her coach/partner to arrive.
It was admittedly slightly embarrassing, because her progress during these games/lessons had plateaued quickly, and now she was probably just advertising her crappiness. Tan supposed she felt she owed Severus a little bit, mostly because of what the bet had entailed. Well, she wasn't exactly sure what it had entailed, which is why she felt she owed him strangely. The potion, whatever it was (for they had never really spoken about it properly since) had left her out of it for several hours, and she had absolutely no recollection of what happened - which was, surprisingly, rather pleasant, although with alcohol the same idea was repugnant to her. But anyway,she assumed she had been suitably embarrassing, probably giggly or weepy or blurting out secrets or whatever people did when they took mind-altering potions. Whatever she had done though, and she knew for a fact that with her luck, it had been mortifying, Severus had never taken the opportunity to avoid her like Dragon Pox afterwards, or tease her mercilessly about it. Well, yet, anyway. So a degree perhaps she owed him.
Then again, she had never told on him for brewing what were clearly illegal and against-regulations potions, so perhaps they were slightly even. To a degree she knew this, and really then, to a degree the Gobstones friendly meetings were just that, friendly get-togethers. All the same though, she was still worried about having done something awful whilst 'high'. Perhaps if she beat him at a game sometime Tanith could coerce him into telling her what happened in a non-teasing way. If he ever arrived that is. Sighing impatiently, Tanith rearranged the gobstones set on the coffee table again and glanced towards the entrance, making a point to be smug about her own punctuality once he does arrive.
There were some other consequences of course. One of them was possibly could-it-be-called yes-it-probably-could friendship with Severus, of which Gobstones was one base (the others include being socially awkward and often sarcastic). It was nice, actually, although Tanith would not have admitted this if quizzed. She was carefully nonchalant about it, but the fact remained that Severus was one of the few Slytherins she could speak to without wanting to gouge her eyes out with a Quill after five minutes (cough, ritaskeeter, cough). It was a welcome novelty though, having something regular in one's social calendar, like her occasional Gobstones games/lessons with Snape in the common room - when it was suitably deserted- which took place a few nights a week. Tonight was one of those nights. And so right now she was sitting cross-legged on one of the battered leather sofas in the common room, fiddling with her chalk and Gobstones and waiting for her coach/partner to arrive.
It was admittedly slightly embarrassing, because her progress during these games/lessons had plateaued quickly, and now she was probably just advertising her crappiness. Tan supposed she felt she owed Severus a little bit, mostly because of what the bet had entailed. Well, she wasn't exactly sure what it had entailed, which is why she felt she owed him strangely. The potion, whatever it was (for they had never really spoken about it properly since) had left her out of it for several hours, and she had absolutely no recollection of what happened - which was, surprisingly, rather pleasant, although with alcohol the same idea was repugnant to her. But anyway,she assumed she had been suitably embarrassing, probably giggly or weepy or blurting out secrets or whatever people did when they took mind-altering potions. Whatever she had done though, and she knew for a fact that with her luck, it had been mortifying, Severus had never taken the opportunity to avoid her like Dragon Pox afterwards, or tease her mercilessly about it. Well, yet, anyway. So a degree perhaps she owed him.
Then again, she had never told on him for brewing what were clearly illegal and against-regulations potions, so perhaps they were slightly even. To a degree she knew this, and really then, to a degree the Gobstones friendly meetings were just that, friendly get-togethers. All the same though, she was still worried about having done something awful whilst 'high'. Perhaps if she beat him at a game sometime Tanith could coerce him into telling her what happened in a non-teasing way. If he ever arrived that is. Sighing impatiently, Tanith rearranged the gobstones set on the coffee table again and glanced towards the entrance, making a point to be smug about her own punctuality once he does arrive.