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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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"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.