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Who: Peacock/Patricia

learnedsomething, however it is open to anyone! Feel free to threadjack and catch them spying or wonder what these whippersnappers are up to!
Where: In the shrubbery near the Quidditch Pitch.
When: Just after lunch in the Hogwarts Dining Hall on June 14th.
Rating: G to PG because these are two kids not afraid of cussing.
Summary: Kyle and ~~Peacock~~ Patricia spy on the Slytherin Quidditch team practicing.
The Story:
Shit. Patricia couldn't help but feel kind of like a heel as she ran down the fields toward the Quidditch Pitch. She had made a deal with Kyle to meet up with him after lunch, but she had gotten herself a bit side-tracked... what with all her morning classes and dealing with the birds that were so eagerly being tugged along.

Avery, a little brighter than usual waddled behind her, and in her arms is the chicken that Professor Pinkie declared she had to keep on her at all times. Patricia secretly hoped she'd still be rainbow the next time she went to Divination class.

When she spots that Kyle is still there it earns a sound of relief and she slides down the hill and smacks him on the back--hard--with a grin.

"Sorry, got held up. They do anythin' interesting?" And out from her robes she produces a Treacle Tart, breaks it in half and offers it to the Ravenclaw.

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When Kyle's whacked in the back, his first thought is that he's been found by a couple of burly seventh year Slytherins and is about to have the crap kicked out of him. He breathes a sigh of relief when he realises it's just Patricia being overly rough with him.

"We're not on the pitch, dude," he reprimands her, taking the offered piece of pie. "You don't get anything for beating me out here. But some of them have - hey, you've got an extra bird too."

The chicken makes a beeline for his pie. He shoves it in his mouth, not caring about the streaks of treacle on his cheeks, and flips it off.

She slumped against him then, hooking her arm around his shoulder without a thought as she bit into her own tart. Elbowing Cluckles lightly to have some more room. She adjusts her position to sit more comfortably and Avery climbs into her lap and settles before pecking lightly at Kyle's cheeks.

Not hard, but definitely not leaving him alone.

"I don't know, it's pretty fun to beat you no matter where we are." She's grinning like a mad man. "And yeah, she's homework from one of my professors." She rolls her eyes. "She's not too bad once you get used to her.

Kyle tries to shield his face from Avery with one hand whilst rubbing fiercely at his cheeks with the other. Now the syrup is on his hand, but he won't mind if Avery goes for that.

"What kind of homework requires lugging a chicken around the place?" Kyle asks, eyeing the bird sceptically. "You sure you're not just turning into a crazy bird lady?"

Avery is certainly content just nipping at his hand, licking at the treacle before gnawing on his thumb lightly and affectionately.

However, Patricia punches Kyle hard in the arm for that comment, but she doesn't bother moving from her comfortable position as Cluckles coos up at her from the ground... though the chicken does try and go for Kyle's hand too, only to get pecked in the top of his head by Avery.

"Divination. Professor Pinkie believes Cluckles has some 'mystical fortune telling powers' or some other hogwash." She gives a shrug of the shoulder. "But I wouldn't mind keeping her awhile longer. She's better company than you."

"Fuck you. The chicks can't keep their hands off me. Well, beaks, I guess, if we need to get technical." He eyes Cluckles thoughtfully. "Does Professor Pie have any reason to think that your bird and apparently every other bird that's now filling the school has fortune telling abilities, or has she just been partying too hard at the Three Broomsticks again?"

Cluckles gives his hand a not as nice bite, but Avery seems to go to Kyle's rescue by pulling at some bright feathers on the top of the chicken's head.

Patricia is a responsible student and just ignores the birds and quirks her brows at Kyle with a smirk. "Yeah, I see you get a lot of beak action. You sure you don't want to be an old bird man with me? No owls allowed, though. They're drab and boring."

Not interesting and colorful at all.

"I think it's just chickens, though. She said something about people killing them and using their blood to see who catches the Snitch in Quidditch matches? Something dumb like that. I don't wanna say it to her, but I don't really get all that mumbo jumbo." Another shrug and she runs her hand over the back of the peacock's long neck. "Maybe she does just party hardy at the Three Broomsticks too much. I heard she's huge into that party thing... one of the other Hufflepuffs said she threw a bunch of kids surprise birthday parties in her class. I'm kind of dreading my birthday this November."

...Well, not entirely. It was kind of exciting to think about... secretly.

"Ow!" Kyle yanks his hand back and scowls at the chicken. "Thanks, Ave. Looks like we've both got to keep this asshole featherball in its place."

Clearly he's been spending too much time with Patricia if he's talking and plotting with a bird, but not quite that much time. He shudders.

"You're on your own there, birdiphile. Besides, no way in hell am I getting rid of Sterling. Unlike you, I've got friends outside of Hogwarts who I'd like to keep in touch with."

Those two weeks when Sterling had been out of action with a hurt wing weren't fun for Kyle or anyone who came into contact with him.

"That sounds dumb." He eyes Cluckes, ready to fend off a new attack. "I so won't be taking Divination next year. Why'd you take it, anyway? And God, when are these Slytherins going to do something fucking interesting?"

Too much time with Patricia or not, but Avery coos up at Kyle and then shifts himself from his owner's lap into Kyle's, thoigh his long tail feathers were keeping Patricia's legs warm regardless.

Cluckles settled on the ground and made a squawk of displeasure.

"I don't know man, they kind of look like they're just doing routine drills." No trying to throw each other off their brooms today. "The Bludgers aren't even in play." That was probably because they were violent as hell balls.

"And whatever. You like writing to your boring Muggle friends, I get it." A shrug! "Grandpa can just get the low down from me when I get home."

Kyle makes a show of fussing over Avery, stroking his back gently and letting him nibble any treacle remnants from his hand. Take that, you dumb chicken.

"How long is it going to take them? This is boring as hell." He studies the pitch more carefully. "Maybe a player is struggling with something basic. There could be a weak link on the team."

Kyle's eyes flash as he whips out his wand, pulling back from Patricia's hold. "Call Stan boring again," he growls, "And I will hex you so fucking hard that you won't be able to sit on a chair for a month, let alone a broomstick."

"Whoa, what's the big deal?" But he gets a smirk as Patricia pulls him closer with the arm around Kyle's shoulder. Avery coos and rests his head on the pure blood's hand after he deems it clean, which earns a cluck of irritation.

"You make him sound like more than just a friend, Broflovski."

"The last person who said something like that got their balls kicked back inside their body," Kyle tells her, but he puts his wand away. He could explain that he misses Stan, badly, and he still holds out hope that Stan will show some kind of magical ability and get invited for late entry to Hogwarts, but that's dangerously close to talking about his feelings. He cradles his head in his hands and forces his attention back to the pitch.

"Anyway, are we here to scope out what Slytherin's got or not?" That's your cue to do something interesting, Slytherin players, but they don't seem to be taking it.

"Good thing I don't have balls," she replied before staring back at the Slytherin field regardless. "If it makes you feel any better I miss my friend Marie a lot. I would habe thought she would have been a witch for sure! She's just got that feel, you know?"

The Slytherin team just floats around some more, the Beaters seemed to be arguing about something or other. "Man, and I thought Hufflepuff practice was boring."

Souji's spent most of practice trying to convince his Beaters to double as Chasers, but man, that has not been working spectacularly. While they start to argue like toddlers again, he glances around and notices something's up over yonder.

Instructing his Seeker to, you know, do stuff, Souji circles around and touches down nearby Patricia and Kyle. He crosses the few steps between him and them and stands with his broom over his shoulder like a bat. Despite the semi-threatening stance, his expression and tone are neutral.

"What are you doing?"

Kyle fights to keep his expression neutral, then gives up and goes for annoyed. It's more natural for him, anyway, and with the brightly coloured birds probably alerting the whole school to their presence, he's got a good place to lay the blame. Stupid brightly coloured...project from a teacher.

"What do you think we're doing?" he retorts, pointing at the chicken. "We're doing research for Professor Pie. She thinks that chickens have fortune telling powers when it comes to flying. Right?"

He glances at Patricia, hoping she'll back him up and explain the project more clearly.

"That or we're just having some private time in the bushes. You ever try and hang with someone of a different house anywhere? It ain't like he can just waltz into my common room!"

But she holds Cluckles in all her rainbow glory up to Souji.

"But yeah. You want to take Cluckles up in the air with you, Mr. Seventh Year? Tell me if she acts any different? Apparently Professor Pie thinks Cluckles is the key to a butt load of fortune telling secrets."

...

"Also, she's rainbow colored because of Charms class. Not freaky fortune powers from eating in the Mess Hall."

"...You're doing divination homework at the quidditch pitch." He looks from one of them to the other. "...On a date."

"Homework gets me hot," Kyle says, still glaring at Souji. "Do you have a problem with us displaying exemplary time management skills? If not, we'd like to get back to our privacy. Or, whatever." He turns to Patricia. "Do you have a voyeurism kink?"

For the love of all that is good in the world, please, please, please say no, dude, he silently prays.

Patricia can't help but snort at that and she places Cluckles down on her lap and gives the chicken a pat on the head.

"What's the harm in getting him ready for a class he might wanna take next year, huh? Maybe he'll be better at it than me. What being the smart ass Ravenclaw he is. So unless you're gonna give Cluckles a better view of the scenery you better skedaddle. It ain't against the rules to study in the bushes."

Though it IS suspect and in a way they are cheating. Professor Beiste would probably not be too happy if she caught wind of it.

"During quidditch practice." Right next to the pitch.

Notice how his expression and posture and tone have changed not at all. Souji will deadpan you both into submission.

"Ugh, are you even listening?" Kyle tugs on his hat in frustration. "Professor Pie thinks that this bird will be able to tell the outcomes of Quidditch matches. How are we going to train the chicken to predict the Quidditch future if it doesn't know what Quidditch is? Birds don't come with that info built in, you know!"

He really hopes Souji doesn't actually ask Professor Pie about this. She loves any excuse to rip off his hat and make his afro burst out. He can visualise a detention of that happening over and over all too well.

Patricia personally likes the fro. It gives him character and he's her ginger buddy.

She grins up at Souji and bounces Cluckles on her knee. "We were being considerate and hiding out so that we wouldn't distract ya. Looks like you guys are having a hard enough time focusing as is. You should be thankful that I thought Slytherin could indirectly help with my homework."

"You both play. Take him to your own practice."

"We will." No, they won't. Well, Patricia will have to, but Kyle has no intention of doing that. "But we wanted her to see as much Quidditch as possible. It's a really important project."

Hey, chickenbutt, did you catch that? This douche called you a boy. Kyle frowns at the chicken, willing her to go torment Souji like she'd tormented him. Go shit on his shoes or something useful.

Cluckles just coos and looks up at Kyle as boredly as a chicken can manage.

Patricia rolls her eyes. "I wanted her to get a good view of what to expect before she went flyin' with me. You wouldn't want to just get thrown into something you know nothing about, would you? Chickens got feelings too, you ass."

Souji sighs through his nose and gets his wand out from under his practice jersey. He points it at Cluckles and speaks blandly.

"Depulso."

Luckily, chickens have wings, so she doesn't exactly get shot away from him like a cannonball.

Kyle ducks out of the way, not wanting to get whacked with a writhing chicken, and gapes at Souji.

"What the fuck, dude? You can't manhandle teacher's pets! I mean, literally, a pet that belongs to a teacher. That you just blasted."

Patricia gets clear thrown back on her back from the force of Cluckles flying away. She gapes and jumps up to her feet before shoving Souji hard in the chest.

Unfortunately, she's not as strong since she's just a third year.

"What the hell did you do that for?! You looking to start a fight?!"

Souji takes half a step back but is unperturbed.

"Your chicken went somewhere over there." He nods in the general direction Cluckles flew off in. "You should probably get going."

"I'll get her, dude," Kyle says. He dashes over to the chicken and tries to grab it. "Come here, you little asshole!"

The chicken has had enough of Kyle's dickery and waddles over. He snatches it and screams.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

His hands are blistering where the chicken has touched them. Professor Pie wasn't lying about them burning people who hurt them. Luckily, Kyle is a chaser. And chasers are good at throwing and catching. Which asshole deserves a burning chicken to the face? The Slytherin douche, that's who. So Kyle throws the bird at his face.

"SHIT!"

She jumps back to avoid the firey death-chicken, but her eyes shoot over to Souji. Hoping that he got hit with Cluckles: Spicy Style.

"I thought she was joking when she said she hexed them! Kyle, let me see your hands!"

Souji jerks and on reflex reaches out to catch the chicken with one hand. He's lucky he's wearing his gloves; he nearly drops Cluckles as it is.

While Patricia goes to help Kyle and Cluckles singes the edges of his sleeves, Souji drops his broom and quickly uses a charm to get the chicken to stop being on fire. And to think he hadn't thought charms class today was worth the time.

So now Cluckles is a little frosty around the edges, but she's not on fire or hurt anymore.

Kyle shoves his hands in Patricia's face, trying to move them as little as possible. Both of his palms have turned into one giant blister and there are smaller ones running up his fingers. Quite aside from the fact that it really fucking hurts, he's got another complaint.

"Dude, tell me you know a charm for burns. Do you know how much time I spend in the hospital wing already? Too fucking much!"

He scowls at Souji and his lack of serious injury. Maybe Patricia's time could be better spent kicking his ass.

She grabs him by his wrists and looks them over. Her expression turning surprisingly worried.

"Shit, these look nasty." And her glare is pointed at Souji again, though she gives a nod in his direction in appreciation for taking care of Cluckles at least. "Think you could do that for his hands, 'senpai'?" She's only slightly poking fun at his strange Japanese language and not at all the fact that 'upper-classman' just sounded lame.

Souji comes over and hands the chicken off to Patricia.

"Hold your hands out."

As long as Kyle does so, Souji uses a charm to cool the burns and lower the swelling.

"God, dude, don't get all worried," Kyle tells Patricia as his hands are healed. "You've done way worse damage with bludgers." He looks at Souji. "Thanks, I guess."

He looks at the cause of all their problems - no, not the fact that they were spying, the chicken - and is pleased to see that it seems to be shivering a little.

"Look, they've got the Hosptial Wing nurses on call at Quidditch games." And Bludgers didn't cause really painful looking burns... Just lots of broken ribs and other bones. And occasionally concussions.

When the wounds are healed she gives Cluckles a soft stroke on her chilled feathers. "...Thanks, Souji." She murmurs, but the look she's giving him is pretty irritated.

"You should teach me that charm sometime."

Souji nods. "Sometime."

He goes to retrieve his broom. "Stop spying on my team. You already have enough of an advantage."

"What advantage? Our general awesomeness? Not that we were spying in the first place. Just educating the chicken."

Which sounds like it should be a euphemism for something, but Kyle can't think what.

"Can't stop spying if we never were," she grins sharply before carefully putting Cluckles in the collapsible cage that Professor Pinkie Pie gave her to use during Quidditch. Avery gives a soft coo and Patricia picks the peacock up as well.

She really was starting to look and feel like a crazy bird lady.

"Come on, Kyle. Let's go introduce your stupid owl to Cluckles. See ya later, Souji."

"See you."

Souji collects his broom and goes to re-join his team's practice.

Being raised in a Muggle family, Kenny had a fascination with Quidditch. He wasn't very athletic himself, but he loved watching the Beaters kick ass, the Seekers whizz around trying to find the Snitch, and the Chasers and Keepers somehow managing to keep things together long enough for it not to become a complete blood-sport. He had gotten into the habit of watching the different teams practice, and was considering starting up a betting system (anything to get more money, right?).

As he stood on top of the hill, watching the team's movements closely, he glanced down and saw a couple of familiar figures, mainly Kyle...and...Patricia? No way. Could his friend have gotten himself a girlfriend without telling him? What a sneaky bastard!

Kenny descended the hill as quietly as he was able before coming up behind the two. "Wow, Kyle, I didn't know this was your secret snogging spot," he joked in greeting.

"Oh hey, you're Kenny, right?" Patricia offers a grin as she gives the peacock on her lap a pat on the head and the rainbow chicken at her side seemed to decide going up and pecking at Kenny's shoelaces was an awesome idea for a good time.

She doesn't bother denying the snogging comment. They did look pretty suspect in the bushes. Even though they were just spying.

"Don't think I met ya more for more than a second."

Kyle accepts the teasing in his typical sweet-natured way, with no frowning or huffing at all.

"How could it not be my snogging place, Kenny? Being bored to death by the Slytherin team sucking ass and assaulted by chickens is just the sexiest thing ever."

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