1995-02-24: Time of Day

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Scene Title Time of Day
Synopsis Amber and Ron bond over their shared Potions experience.
Location Trophy Room, Hogwarts
Date Feb 24, 1995
Watch For Discussion of vomit.
Logger Holly

The trophy room has its share of magnificent trophies awarded to the various students over the years. Special Awards for Services to the school, noteworthy Quidditch triumphs, things of all types of natures, and that's exactly why Ron is here, to check out the Quidditch triumphs. Specifically, that of Keepers, which he's hoping he'll be able to try out for next year.

He moves up to one of the trophies, standing on his tiptoes and peering at one of the Quidditch trophies. He uses the edge of his robe's sleeve to wipe some dust off of it (apparently they've collected more since Filch made him shine every single one a billion million times that one detention) so he can get a better look at the names.

—-

It's usually pretty quiet in here, which is why Amber's viewing the trophies. It's too bad there's no Quidditch this year, but she's really looking forward to the next season. It should really be awesome. She's been relaxing for too long. Time to take the field!

She's actually been here for a while, and when Ron is spotted, she's not even sure which of them arrived first. And the Hufflepuff doesn't exactly sneak up behind him, but she's always been rather quiet, and so she's practically silent as she approaches, reaches out, and gives the boy a tap on the shoulder. "Good ter see you're outta the 'ospital," she says.

—-

Jumping about a foot in the air, Ron manages to whip his wand out of his robes as he turns to face Amber, a scared look on his face. Once he realizes the fact that it's another student, and not a Death Eater or something else that wants to kill him, he relaxes a bit. "Bloody hell," he says, shaking his head and stowing his wand back into his robes. "You scared me. I've been out for a few days. How are you feeling?"

—-

Oh crap, says the expression on Amber's face as she ponders if the silent approach was worth the hex she's going to receive for it. Thankfully, Ron has a decent head on his shoulders. (For the moment.) There's no 'sorry' spoken aloud, but the expression says it clearly enough - a frown, then a wince, and a contrite glance with her eyes. There's something else she needs to talk about that's more important.

"M'okay," she starts with. Not too big on words, she takes a moment to look at the trophies. There's one that looks half-decomposed from 1704 for excellence in potions. It looks like it might have been corroded by the very potion that it was awarded for. Hard to shine that one. "Wanted ter apologise. Got a talkin' from that professor after. Said I almos' cost you your life. Er… I guess pretendin' to die on 'er wasn't exactly th'smartest thing I ever done."

—-

Following Amber's eyes to the trophy she's looking at, Ron watches it as well, only turning his gaze back to Amber when she begins speaking again. "You were pretending to die?" Ron says, frowning. He can't exactly be upset about her pretending to do something, since he was going to pretend to be poisoned himself. It just… didn't work out. "Well. What happened was an accident, wasn't it? There's no reason for the professor to get her knickers in a twist over it. I mean, I didn't mean to take all that poison, did I? So it's not your fault." He frowns again, as a thought occurs to him. "Unless you knew I was dying, and then pretended so she couldn't save me." Not something he really believes, and the lightness to his voice shows that.

—-

Apparently Amber has some sort of sense of humour. She chuckles when Ron throws down the heavy accusation. "Nah. Though' I could teach 'er a lesson." The smile fades considerably, though not completely. It's still there in her eyes. "Really didn't think anyone'd be in big trouble, yeah? Kinna took the fun outta everything when you really did run into trouble, so thanks fer that." She's also not serious. "By ther way, carrying you up to the 'ospital? That featherlight charm wore off about ten steps too soon. You're an 'eavy bloke, you are. Just thought I'd tell ya, in case you weren't aware."

She steps away from one case, going to another. More Quidditch trophies this time. And much more recent. "So I'm Amber, by th'way. I know we know each other. We never talked much, though." Nothing wrong with a formal introduction, she thinks, as she presses her hands against the glass.

—-

"Oh… um, sorry about that," Ron says, scratching the back of his head and grimacing slightly at the floor. He doesn't mean to be so heavy! He's.. well, he's a bloke. Not his fault! Following along behind her, he continues to glance around the trophy room, dusting off the occasional trophy that he's unable to read. "Ron," he responds, looking over at her. "Houses tend to stick to their own, don't they?" It's an observation, rather than an accusation.

—-

Amber offers a half smile as she looks at Ron's reflection on the glass in front of her. "Yeah, they do. Think it's silly sometimes, but I do it jes' as much as the next person." It's easier, for one, since all Hufflepuffs are in the same area, for example. They have the same ideals, too. "M' not against changin' it, though. I mean, y'did kinna barf on me robes on my way up, so y'at least owe me the time o' day." She winks, while somehow managing to seem completely disgusted at the same time. It's… a talent.

—-

"Not all the houses are bad, really, except for one or two, maybe" Ron says, and being a Gryffindor, one could work out that he means Slytherin is definitely bad. Dirty Slytherins! What can he say, he's biased. At the mention of him throwing up on her, Ron looks appropriately horrified, blushing a little bit. "I'm sorry," he says, shaking his head. "I.. didn't mean to. I heard I threw up on the professor, too. Even called her… mum." If anything, he looks more embarassed now.

—-

"Two is 'alf," Amber says with a chuckle. "An I 'ope you don't mean 'ufflepuff." That'd be a tragedy right there. Not that she'd mind much, because she already knows what people say about Hufflepuff, and they just don't know what they're missing. Nicest bunch of people you could ever get to know. Except Smith. He could go jump off a tower — well, occasionally. He's not always bad. Anyway! "I don' much like Slytherin, either," she says in a low voice, having indeed worked it out. "If yer ever 'eard the story about ther tortoise an' the hare, they're the hare. Only they got a bunch o' semi-automatics and knives. They fight dirty. Specially in Quidditch."

Ah, there's a fun segue. "D'you play?" she asks, looking back at Ron, but gesturing over her shoulder to the awards. "Was on reserves meself for awhile. Finally got first string last year an' there's no Quidditch this year. Bugger."

—-

The youngest of the Weasley sons just sort of stares at Amber when starts talking about hares, tortoises, semi-automatic somethings (semi-automatic wands maybe? How does that work?), and knives. "Oh.. r… right," he says, smiling slightly. Oh, good. Quidditch! Something he actually knows something about! "Me? Well, I play with my family.. played in the pick-up game a couple days ago, but I'm not on the House team."

—-

Yes, Amber's very… Muggle. Comes from being raised that way for most of her life so far. Poor Ron had to be witness to the distorted summary of an old Aesop classic. "Didn't get to play in the pick-up game. Too bad. Was in detention." Her first ever, actually, and well-deserved, in her own opinion. After all, Tiana did a really good job of driving the point home that she almost killed someone thanks to her inaction. Probably not gonna happen again.

"So y'must be in here for a reason, then. Don't see many people in the trophy room. Gonna try out for th' team?"

—-

"Detention? I've been there. Plenty of times." Ron can't say he deserved all of them, though— well, maybe. Still, he has a right to fight the Man, or in their case, the Wizard! "Eh," he continues, in response to her question, "I was… thinking about it. I haven't really told anyone. I got a new broom over the holidays, so I thought I might try out." Just the thought of having to try out and actually making the team is causing Ron to go a little green.

—-

"Yeah, y'know. For the potions thing." Which she felt shouldn't have been an issue at all. Amber is very much against giving poison to students, whether or not it's to teach them a lesson. Mostly because it's scary, but a lot because she can imagine the looks on the faces of Perpetua's parents when they had to come take their dead daughter home. It gives her the shivers. "We could practise together if y'want. I'm always up for throwin' the Quaffle around n' such."

—-

"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that. That's not really fair, if you ask me. I mean, I'm fine! You shouldn't have gotten detention." Granted, if Snape had been teaching the lesson, Amber would have probably gotten a year's worth of detention, so maybe she did make it out easy. "Practice?" he goes on, looking a little caught offguard. "Blimey. Sure, I could do that. What position do you play?"

—-

"Yeah, well…" she says with a shrug, trailing off. Even if Ron's okay, a Tiana put it, had she spend more time with Amber than Ron, he might not have been okay. She doesn't really want 'killed a student accidentally, fourth year' on her permanent record. "M'glad you're all right. Still, t'was a dumb thing to do on my part. Lesson learned."

Hey, neat. Someone to practise with that isn't just someone on her team. "Chaser! Might 'ave a rough time gettin' a Quaffle, but I'm sure it could be arranged. Maybe just a practise one that don't 'ave all the charms on it."

—-

"Well, my brother is snogging the captain of our team on a regular basis, so I can probably get us a Quaffle," Ron says, no doubt adding fuel to the fire for rumors around Hogwarts. "Without the charms, or maybe even witht hem, if we wanted it to be more like Quidditch."

—-

Oh, hey. Nice. Amber's eyes light up. See, this is why you talk to people in other houses. They have connections. "Great, I'll 'old you to it!" Checking her watch, she says something quietly under her breath. "It'll 'ave ter be later, though, 'else I'm gonna miss class. See ya, Ron. Glad you're okay an' not dead."

—-

"I'll talk to her next time I see her, and let her know I'll need one," Ron says, looking at Amber's watch when she does, which causes him to check his own watch. Of course, he doesn't have anywhere to be, so he stands where he is as she begins to depart. "Okay! — and thanks," he says again, "for taking me to the Hospital Wing and all of that."

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