david and honor, back in the day

[David Fell]

david and honor's fourth year

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It had been a wonderfully lazy Sunday afternoon and David Fell was of the firm belief that nobody in the entire castle had spent the Sunday as well as he had. As opposed to searching for his friends and planning mischief with them or chatting up girls or squeezing in extra studying (not that David studied much), David had slumped into the common room at about half twelve that morning and done what any sane person, in his mind, would do; he'd staggered towards the brilliantly squashy couch and flopped down onto it, obviously not intending to move for quite a while. Beside him was a week's supply of parchment, and between dozes David would pluck a sheet from the stack and begin fashioning a paper airplane until he had an entire supply. He would then hold one in his hand at all times while snoozing. He looked deceptively innocent, with his long lanky body stretched over the sofa and his arm hanging loosely, but whenever anyone approached and thus threatened to wake him from his slumber, David would spring into action - well, as action-packed as David Fell's life got - and would hurl the paper airplane at the person, obviously truly believing that this would discourage people from waking him up. His theory was quite flawed as paper airplanes were hardly particularly threatening, but he felt much safer with one in his hand and was happy enough with that sort of protection, feeble as it was.

There was one thing that could get David Fell to get up, however, and that was the promise of food. As the rest of the Hufflepuffs filtered out of the Common Room down to the Great Hall for dinner, David began to give himself the ultimate pep talk, reminding himself that food was merely a couple of flights of stairs away. Spiritlessly, he slid from the sofa onto the ground, and considered staying there for the next few minutes when his stomach rumbled ominously in protest and he realised that he really ought to feed himself. Shoving the last paper airplane in his pocket and smoothing down his clothes (which were crumpled beyond belief) he made his way tiredly from the Common Room, still half-asleep, hair sticking up madly.

When he reached the Great Hall, he found it stuffed to the brim with hungry students. He spotted his friends immediately - in truth, David had friends all over Hogwarts, although he couldn't be considered popular, exactly; it was more the fact that he so cheerfully embraced being a complete and utter loser - but, seeing how packed their section of the table was, merely gave them a jaunty wave and took to scanning the rest of the Hall for a table that looked less full and therefore had more food for him to stuff his face with. Deciding that the Slytherin table had the least occupants, David spotted the pretty blonde from his year there - Honor, who David found delightfully bitchy - and he sauntered over to the table without a second thought, plopping onto the bench opposite Honor and beaming at her.

"Hello, Honor!" He greeted her, pouring himself a cup of pumpkin juice as he did so. "May I say you're looking enchanting today? Have a paper airplane," he suggested, plunging his hand into his pocket and producing the last paper airplane from it, looking terribly crumpled and forlorn as he dropped it in front of the girl, deciding that she seemed the type who needed an offering of sorts to be convinced to sit with him and a paper airplane would suffice. He then went on to fill up his plate with food, stacking a truly astonishing amount of absolutely everything onto his plate before tucking in noisily.

[Honor Knightley]

It wasn't a very usual occurrence that Honor Knightley had to sit by herself at dinner but unfortunately, Jacqueline had claimed she'd had a 'headache' and headed off to bed early which was such a transparent lie that Honor hadn't even bothered to point out the fact that her fellow roommate had apparently had the same headache for the last two weeks straight during some sort of meal. The fact of the matter was that she'd heard from Kale who had heard from Minos who had heard from Rosa Rodriguez that Jacqueline was off snogging some Ravenclaw boy two years above them - something that, quite frankly, didn't surprise her because Honor had been given the privilege of seeing just how short Jacqueline's skirt had gotten over the years, hanging just below her arse nowadays and catching the eye of most boys in their year.

Daintily sipping a goblet of water, she was completely taken by surprise as an unfamiliar face slid into her view and she immediately frowned in distaste. Of course, David Fell seemed nice enough - he was a Hufflepuff, after all - but he had the tendency to look like a complete and utter mess 24/7, as displayed by the clothes he was currently wearing. Seriously, did he even look in the mirror before coming down for dinner? She sincerely doubted it because if he had caught sight of himself, surely he wouldn't actually think that looking like that in public was appropriate.

Crinkling her nose up as a paper airplane was placed in front of her, she studied it for a moment or two before looking up at him and saying slowly as though he were mentally deficient, "Do I look like a four year old?" However, she did her best to ignore it... which wasn't difficult as she instead focused on the massive amounts of food he piled onto his plate. "Are you... is something wrong with you? I mean, obviously there is because you're not normal, but - I'm sorry, can you close your mouth for one second? I don't need to see you process your food, you know. It's disgusting. Just watching you eat that's enough to turn me off it forever."

[David Fell]

"Not at all," David said cheerfully in response to Honor asking him whether or not he thought she looked like a four-year-old. "You shouldn't be so insecure. You look very much fourteen," David assured her, before stopping in his tracks (he was sprinkling his plateful of food generously with salt) and scrutinising her. "Thirteen, maybe," he amended his previous statement thoughtfully. "But not a day younger." Glancing around curiously, he added, "Where's Jacqueline?" Jacqueline was rather famed for her short skirt and tarty ways and David had more than a few friends who had snogged her and reported that all of her experience had definitely paid off.

At Honor's next, rather rude, question, David stopped what he was doing entirely, wide-eyed, frozen in the action of shovelling a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth, spoon hovering in mid-air. "No," he said, finally, sounding half-amused and half-puzzled. Her stating that he was not normal was recieved as any comment about the weather would be - David was used to having those sorts of insults thrown at him and they generally had no effect whatsoever. After all, he was a bit of a loser, but he was also the cleverest loser most people knew, and that tended to boggle everyone's mind just a bit. "How am I supposed to close my mouth when I'm putting food in it?" David said pointedly, nibbling at the heaped mash on his spoon demurely. David looked rather indignant when Honor said that he had put her off food for life, however, and protested vehemently with, "I gave you a paper airplane!"

[Honor Knightley]

"I'm not insecure. Just don't talk to me like I'm a four year old and think you'll charm your way into my good graces by giving me a paper airplane. I'm not Caspian," Honor told him, her tone suggesting that she didn't think much of her step-brother (and the 'step' was necessary) at all. It was bad enough having to live with the prat at home, let alone at Hogwarts. She was just thankful that the sorting hat had done them a favor and sorted them into two different houses - him in Gryffindor and her in Slytherin. As soon as he asked about Jacqueline, she simply shrugged. "Jacqueline's off pretending she's sick so she can go snog some boy. Sorry, you're out of luck today. Try next week. He'd have called her a slag and broken up by then and she'll be wanting a rebound right about then."

"I meant close your mouth when you're eating. I don't want to see you break it down. God," she said before she let out a rather sarcastic scoff. "Oh, yippee! A paper airplane with writing on it. How exciting. I don't understand what that paper airplane has to do with you being a disgusting eater at all. Unless, of course, you happen to eat airplanes. It wouldn't surprise me. You probably eat glue as well."