Flirting in the Armory(Ashley/Jake)

[remy]

If there was one thing to be said about Remy's tastes when it came to decorating, it was that he loved curios. It could be the official "World's Tackiest Thing" and he'd still like it, if only because it was eye-catching. Maybe he liked people to be distracted, be it from the bigger picture, maybe from him. It could have been because curios were innately conversation pieces, but mainly and truthfully, they reminded Remy of home. Every member of the Carver family collected knick-knacks, chatchkas, and souvenirs, and each displayed them proudly, despite how tacky, droll, or revolting they might be.

So Remy came to the one place in the Castle where he knew there were he could find reminders of home, in abundance - the suits of armor sitting prettily in their very own gallery. Each one, polished and assembled with care, had a calming effect on him, which allowed him to focus on his homework. No other distractions; just him, the parchment, and a couple dozen metal men. The only noise was a light scratching of his quill gliding across the page which overpowered the slow, rythmic sound of his breathing.

He looked up for a moment to take in his surroundings. The sunlight poured in through the window, the positioning giving away that it was sometime between midday and dinnertime. There was a faint whisper of polish in the air, which tickled at Remy's nose for a few moments before he became acclamated to the scent. Adjusting his tie, he reclined back onto his elbows, daydreaming quietly while he stared at the ceiling. For a brief moment, he knew he was glad that he wore his Robes - daydreams took a long time, and he was completely unaware of himself and ink smears and other pitfalls that could prove dangerous to any color that wasn't black.

[mikeym]

Jake couldn't handle it, running down the corridor after escaping the Trophy Room. It was just a bit too much for his brain to handle right now. There was a Robins at Hogwarts, with the first name Carter, who played Quidditch. After Jake saw the badge name and a few trophies with the name on it, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He knew that he'd have to find this Ryan Robins and talk to him at some point soon. He wondered if the Slytherin had any idea of possible siblings.

Sighing loudly as he slowly stopped running, he stopped near the Armory doors to catch his breath. He glanced to his right into the room, noticing a pair of feet sticking out from behind a suit of armor but heard no sound. His curiosity got the better of him so he slowly walked through the open double doors and into the room. Still panting slightly from his spastic run he stopped when he got to the legs that led up to a Gryffindor lounging and looking a little distracted.

The smell of the polish made Jake want to sneeze but he held it in while he looked around the gleaming statues of armor. He glanced at the other boy again before continuing on his way down the line of suits, looking at the designs on each one, wondering exactly where they came from and if they could really come to life. He let these thoughts cloud his mind instead of the awkward family thoughts. Soon enough he became slightly oblivious to his surroundings as he stopped to look out of a window, sighing quietly to himself.

[remy]

It had not really occured to Remy that someone had come in, he had already begun day dreaming intently. His thoughts were somewhere in the realm of a rather handsome member of the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team when the newcomer happened to move into his peripheral vision. Remy observed that the other was probably a little older than himself, and seemed to be inspecting the various suits. However, before he spoke, he sized up the other from his spot on the floor.

Remy did not know this guy, though he was [very] physically attractive. The other was taller, though that wasn't shocking - Remy was the shortest person he knew, other than the first and second years he had come across. He was a little pale, but it wasn't summertime, and this was England, it had seemed by and largely that the people didn't sunbathe as much here. His face, and well, his frame as well, were put together nicely. It occured to Remy that it was odd that the school had so many attractive people, though it didn't shock him that he didn't know many, because the halls could get so crowded you'd miss them, just like enough quartz can hide diamond.

He waited another moment, clearing his throat while he thought of something to say. His mind raced, attempting to find something, anything about armor, but it was hard to pull his thoughts from Quidditch. Armor, clubs, bludgers, beaters... But he stopped there, before his mind trailed off on another tangent, a more fun, albeit racy tangent. Eventually, his mouth just spit out an easy question, "They're lovely, eh?" Easy, definately, stupid, more than likely - he thought as he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of something better to say. Maybe, just maybe he would conviently be an armour connoisseur and make up for Remy's conversational slack. Remy just knew he wouldn't be though - he was never so lucky.