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Apr 27, 2024 14:13:58 GMT -7
Post by SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR on Apr 27, 2024 14:13:58 GMT -7
Early April 2029
It was not an uncommon sight to find Sammy Vector passing into the Slytherin common room. Despite residing on the other side of the castle, Sammy often found himself in the dungeons much to his chagrin. Both Theo and Scottie had separately updated Sammy on the password to the common room and subsequent dorms, and Sammy had dutifully done the same with the pair of them. However, he often found himself overruled by the fact that both Theo and Scottie were in Slytherin, and he was the only Gryffindor. He'd tried to reason with them - surely all the damp from living beneath the lake wasn't good for their lungs? Surely a bit of natural light would cure Theo's rather peaky complexion? Alas, his observations fell upon deaf ears, and sure enough, Sammy slunk into the common room and made a beeline for the dormitories, doing his best to not be seen (for once).
Once Sammy made his way into the silent corridor, he relaxed somewhat. He'd tracked down Theo earlier who had informed him that Scottie was still getting his beauty sleep - at one in the afternoon on a Sunday? Sammy was shocked his brother wasn't out on a broom, showing off for all the girls who swooned over him. But no matter - Scottie surely wouldn't miss an opportunity like the one Sammy was about to present.
The door creaked as Sammy opened it, not making any effort to keep quiet. "Oi," he greeted, flicking his wand over at his brother's bed and turning the pillow into a flock of canaries. They tweeted, fluttering around Scottie's head as Sammy watched on with a smirk. "I've had an idea."
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Apr 28, 2024 7:51:55 GMT -7
Post by octavian scott vector on Apr 28, 2024 7:51:55 GMT -7
Somedays Scottie could sleep to a point of hibernation. This would always bother his mother, questioning him if he were depressed. In reality, Scottie loved to sleep and it was hard work being so good looking. The times he could really relax, he rotted to his full capability. Other times, most days, he was a fidgety mess that wasn't sure what to do with all of the energy other than working it out on the pitch. He was learning how to embrace the lazy days. Sammy obviously didn’t like it because it meant he skipped breakfast and other reasons. But today was Sunday and he had no classes or practice to report to.
Scottie’s face was smushed in his pillow, blankets cocooned around his face where a pool of drool formed on his pillow. It was peaceful, too quiet, until a familiar 'Oi' tore through the silent dormitory, he knew it was his brother and shit was about to ensue.
As he rolled over to tug the blankets tighterer, his pillow disappeared and a small flock of canaries fluttered around his head, tweeting annoyingly. Scottie groaned loudly, swatting at the birds lazily with closed eyes. "What is it now?” he asked, rubbing his eyes with a hint of irritation.
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May 3, 2024 12:06:24 GMT -7
Post by SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR on May 3, 2024 12:06:24 GMT -7
Sammy had always been an early riser, ever since he was a child. It was one of the sure ways to tell him and Scottie apart - the one who was awake with the sun was Sammy. Luckily, Sammy was kept well up to date on the Slytherin password so he could bother Scottie at any time of day. Though even now, it was the early afternoon and Sammy thought that Scottie really ought to be showing off on that broom of his by now. Or otherwise writing ballads about girls in the library, which the librarian really did not appreciate. Sammy kicked open the 5th year boys door and announced himself by transfiguring his brothers pillow into a flock of canaries.
Sammy crossed his arms, appraising Scottie with a satisfied smirk. "No. You get up and out of bed. Mummy's sent you the new guitar strings and they came to me since you were still sleeping. No strings until you listen," said Sammy sanctimoniously. "And no listening until you're actually awake." Sammy crossed the room, flopping onto Scottie's bed. His long legs and arms dangled over both sides, and he looked around the dorm with a frown. "Does Theo ever clean up after himself?" asked Sammy, eyeing the rumpled bedsheets. There was a mysterious odour coming from a third bed, but Sammy thought better than to ask.
"Some girl asked me for help with potions in the library last night," Sammy added after a long moment that consisted of grunts and groans from Scottie. "How am I supposed to be helpful in classwork? That's not my job here," he added as an after thought. Probably she thought that Sammy was Scottie - they got confused all the time. She didn't even check for knees.
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May 6, 2024 12:58:34 GMT -7
Post by octavian scott vector on May 6, 2024 12:58:34 GMT -7
Sammy refused to share his big bright idea until Scottie got out of bed, enticing him with guitar strings his mum sent him. "You opened my mail. Thats a crime." he grumbled into his drool stained pillow tiredly. "Okay, Boss. I'm getting up." Scottie finally agreed. The strings would be a reward for prying himself out of bed. He was in dire need of a new high E string for weeks. Magically fixing strings never worked properly. The tone was always off somehow and it bugged him. He chuckled at the comment about Theo and shrugged. Scottie met his match when it came to messiest side of the dorm only Theo was much more repulsive, never owning up to the crunchy socks.
"This better be good." he ripped off his comforter and stretched aggressively toward the sky, rolling his shoulders. Scottie pushed himself off of the bed, bare feet touching the cold stone floor as Sammy shared that a girl asked him for help in potions while he was in the library. Sammy didn't seem too excited about it. Ruffling his hair lazily he shrugged. "Well, that was your first mistake. When you work in the library people think you're intelligent. Did she really need help or did she 'need help' and like add a wink at the end or anything?" he asked in dead seriousness but his intentions were pure. Scottie stepped over to the sink and stared at himself in the mirror, admiring himself for a moment too long as he ruffled his hair.
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May 13, 2024 13:18:21 GMT -7
Post by SAMUEL LEONHARD VECTOR on May 13, 2024 13:18:21 GMT -7
Sammy rolled his eyes. "Most people can't even tell us apart. You think the law will?" asked Sammy. Sammy didn't really understand what enticed Scottie about the guitar apart from 'scoring babes' as Scottie had so aptly put it. He had started to notice a trend amongst his friends - one in which they very much seemed to be obsessed with kissing girls. Except Tilly. She was reliably the same old weirdo as always. Sammy appreciated it greatly. But he also missed the days where their conversations would revolve around how to pull one over the teachers heads, or to make their mark on the school - literally and permanently. He flopped onto his brothers bed, long limbs hanging off either side as he observed the rest of the incredibly messy dorm with a frown.
"Merlin, if you ever let our room at home get like this, I would simply perish." The boys had had the option for separate rooms at home, but it was just easier for them to share. At least, it had been. Maybe Scottie would change his mind now that he was girl obsessed. Sammy mentally swatted away that idea, certain that it would be better to revisit at a later date. Or maybe not at all. Sammy sat up as Scottie emerged from his sheets, and crossed his legs on the bed. "Honestly, I know mate. I was actually hoping Idele would be there, but no such luck. She's been avoiding me all term. And I only asked if she would look over my history of magic essay," he exclaimed in a world weary tone. "Okay, maybe I asked her to copy. But still. She's my sister!" Sammy silently begrudged this statement, knowing it was not a good enough reason to let someone copy their work. It seemed to only work with Tilly.
Sammy grimaced. "Yeah, she kept touching her hair. It was kind of annoying," he said slowly, recalling the strange encounter. "Bet she thought I was you," he observed aloud. Now that Scottie was out of bed and admiring himself in the mirror, Sammy felt prepared to share his grand idea. "I want to set the clocks back by five minutes." Well, when he put it into words, it didn't sound all that grand. "Or maybe a half hour. Not enough for anyone to really notice, but enough to irritate. And to build up and up and up until people are questioning their sanity. No time change at midsummer? Classes in darkness? Imagine the chaos and slow burning insanity."
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