Justin Finch-Fletchley (condign) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2007-12-30 00:23:00

September 22, 1997 || Monday
Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley, Samuel Harper, and Professor Flitwick.
Setting: Monday. Main Entrance Hallway. After lessons (4:50PM-ish).
Summary: Apparently Justin's little journal entertainment has once again struck a negative cord with Samuel Harper. In revenge the slytherin doubles the stakes with a similar...charm that leaves the Hufflepuff slightly humiliated in the presence of one of his more favoured professors.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Status: Complete

Justin had been in the process of retiring to the Hufflepuff commons after spending most of his afternoon in the Library. It'd been a terribly long day and he was already looking forward to a nap before supper. Not only had he still had a good deal of homework to do for tomorrow’s double Defense lessons he'd found himself drowning in emotional waters. As was to be expected his attempt to not...think about his weekend fiasco with Susan wasn't going as planned. Granted, the frequented glares from those girl's in his house weren't helping matters much either. In all honesty, it seemed that after they'd decided to get away from each other for awhile he was having the unfortunate habit of running into her more often than not. Not that he lingered for too long. He was relatively certain that by lunch he'd mastered the art of heading in the opposite direction when he saw her coming or going. He’d only glanced at the back of her head some thirty-seven times in Study Hall…

Thankfully such mastering of the art encouraged him to...skip lunch in its entirety. Instead he spent it in the western courtyard where it gave him the opportunity to engage in mild forms of tom-foolery through the journals. He'd finally put to test a charm he'd been writing for the books and it worked incredibly well. The fact that Samuel Harper's chicken scratch was the guinea pig seemed to make the thing ten times more amusing. The distraction even lingered on into some study hall time, despite Justin's better judgment. He couldn't help but stifle great roars of laughter in the middle of trying to focus on Muggle Studies work when he realized the charm had actually worked on Sam's entire entry.

The damn thing had taken on a mind of its own. The sixth year Slytherin's entry quite honestly read, "Blah blah blah blah - I'm a dirty tramp. My birth name is Samuel Harper but I demand from this day forward that I be called Mr. Trampy McTrampTramp lord of Trampington! I stand on my soapbox and hand out miniature blow up Mr. Trampy McTrampTramp dolls to all those patrons of Hogwarts! These one of a kind miniatures of me come with 101 trampy sayings to tickle every tramp lover's trampy fancy! Its how I have decided to answer the call for more of my massive trampdom - which oozes by the way....but shh!! It's a trampy secret!"

Clearly....brilliant.

And for the most part it helped the day seem more bearable. Despite the joys of his journal charm being successful and getting a good laugh at that prick Harper's expense he'd still managed to develop a relatively large headache. By the time the final bell of the day sounded, Justin was ready to drink some headache potion and sleep until dinner. As he made it to the ground level of the school, he'd already planned his entire walk through the commons, to his room, and that he'd not even bother taking off his shoes.

Unfortunately, as he took the first step down the stairs into the basement a very familiar voice called his name. "Mr. Finch-Fletchley! There you are, might I have a word with you?"

Justin recognized the unnaturally short form of Professor Flitwick standing by the Great Hall entrance. As he was asked he joined the charms teacher back on the main floor. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Well, I understand that you're being considered for the curse-breaking apprenticeship Professor Babbling has access to every winter." Flitwick paused and gave the boy an expecting look.

Justin nodded a casual, “Yes sir.” He absently wondered what any of that business had to do with the charms teacher. Maybe Flitwick had done something marvelous and found him an even better opportunity. Wouldn’t that be grand? Swell...the sooner the short man spoke the sooner he could get to that nap...

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samlish
2008-01-02 10:46 pm UTC (link)

The day had started off badly, he had woken up to knowing that probably both Dean and Booth pretty much hated him right now after what he had pulled on them, and that he now needed to try everything to get them back. Because if there was one thing Sam disliked, there was when people hated him or disliked him a lot, he just couldn't take it, people not wanting to talk to him or being near him. Of course he liked it if it came from one of his enemies in Hufflepuff or any other house, but Slytherin, that wasn't friends with him from a start, but when it was friends or people he liked in some way, that turned their backs on him and started to dislike him instead of liking him as they used to do, now he just had a very hard time taking that. So he had to find out a way of getting them to like him again, or something, right? But after he had written that entry in his journal and gotten just a very pissed of Dean in and a Booth that was just idiotic Sam was ready to not do anything about it and just let it be, it will fix itself sooner or later right? It had to, he thought and looked down into his journal were that idiot Finch Fletchley had written to him.

Annoyed he wrote something back, seeing if he was joking with that silly spell of his, but when he got a reply back it didn't seem like it. This did not really help his bad mood at all, he looked down feeling more and more angry and annoyed, and then he got up and headed out of the library, for once, he had been sitting in, in between two book shelfs where people didn't look for books too often. When he got out he headed though to his History of Magic class, and though he would so take care of that little shitty Hufflepuff sooner, something much worse than cookies that made him itch and so. Just when he got into the corridor he was class was in, in one of the many classrooms there, he saw that idiot of all people standing there talking to Professor Flitwick, he stopped and got around the corner and pressed himself to the nearest wall, listening to them closely, he then heard it was something that fool well get prized for, and he so hated it.

Then he suddenly got a idea, what if he bumped into that idiot and cast a little hex on him, he bit Flitwick, too short, wouldn't notice and that would make it all so easy to get even on that annoying Hufflepuff. So with a pleased little smile he walked out from around the corner and to them both, but as he was just about to go pass Justin, he pretended to take a step wrong and he bumped into him, casting a hex as he did so with just a mumble, his wand being in his hand, but sticking up from his pocket of his pants. "Oh, sorry there.. I most have lost my balance. Well, have a nice day, you too Professor." He said with a over the top smile and then walked on and got into the classroom he was suppose to be in, when he was in there he pushed himself to the wall just inside of the room and listened to what would happened out there after that great hex he had just put on that idiot. Look who will be laughed out now, you idiot, he thought and watched as other people taking this class came in and passed him, taking their place, but he was so not going to miss this, their teacher, Mr Bins, was not even here yet anyway..

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condign
2008-01-06 02:15 am UTC (link)

Justin stumbled forward conscious of the fact that he couldn't move forward in excess with the smaller man in front of him. As Flitwick offered a, "Please, be more careful in the hallways, Mr. Harper." Justin regained his balance and glanced to get a look at the back of the Slytherin's head - offering it a firm glare. If the head of Ravenclaw house hadn't been present it's likely there would have been a return shove and a few choice words of insult.

It was one thing to be shoved it was another to be made to look a fool in front of an authority figure and not have the opportunity to do anything about it.

Once the sixth year was out of sight, Professor Flitwick went back to the business at hand. "Anyway, Mr. Finch-Fletchley where was I? Oh yes, I had two things I wanted to discuss with you. The first being the apprenticeship - I have a list of books here I think you might want to take advantage of." The man reached into his pocket and handed a piece of parchment it to the Hufflepuff.

"Thank you...Professor," Justin replied as he took the list. As he gave it a look over there was a strange prickly feeling that crept up his spine and clenched at his throat. It was a distracting feeling - so much so that Justin had not been aware that the charms professor had asked him if he'd still be interested in tutoring this year or not.

"Will …you be tutoring again this year, Mr. Finch-Fletchley?" the short old man repeated with a near concerned expression on his face.

Justin shook his head as to remove the strange sensation from his nerves and quickly went to answer. Instead, however, words left his mouth that weren't even supposed to be there to begin with. "Fuck me," he hissed in an annoyed tone that he hadn't intended.

"Excuse me?"

"Just fuck me now for, Chrissakes," Justin answered again. This time his face falling immediately into a horrified expression and his hands went to cover his mouth.

Flitwick's face was one of disgust and utter insult. "That'll be 20 points from Hufflepuff - we do not use such vulgarity here, Mr. Finch-Fletchley!"

Justin dropped his hands and went to open his mouth to explain, but nothing came out.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Fuck me."

Flitwick's brow furrowed into intense anger and it was an expression, Justin had never been at the receiving end of. It was an uncomfortable feeling being glared at from such a small man - and intimidating too. "Come with me, Mr. Finch-Fletchley," the older wizard said with a stern glare and a lack of a squeak as he stepped around Justin and lead the way up the stairs.

Justin tried to open his mouth in explanation for a second time - but still nothing. The tightening around his throat wouldn't allow for any sort of conversation. It was confusing and incredibly uncomfortable. His hand came to rub at his neck and he coughed hoarsely. All the while putting off following the charm's professor who stopped at the landing of the main staircase.

"Mr. Finch-Fletchley!" Flitwick beckoned. Justin sighed and slumped his shoulders in defeat. Resentfully he began the climb back up the stairs in which he'd just come.

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