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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 19:54:08 GMT -5
Jean sat in the back of the room, no class had been scheduled yet he found the halls the least busy places in which to read. Near no one ventured into them unless force by obligation of a class. With one foot pressed firmly against the chair in front of him his eyes moved from side to side, reading a page which he'd read more than enough times to recite it without much strain.
He sighed, turning the page. Having the knowledge of the end the story would be considered by some to be less enthralling. Yet, Jean could never find end to his liking of it.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 20:16:33 GMT -5
"What's the point?" Ian asked abruptly, sticking his head into the room and disturbing Jean's solitude. Ducking between the rows of chairs, he came and stood in front of Jean, looking down rather aggressively. "I don't get it."
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 20:18:19 GMT -5
"The point of what exactly?" Jean asked without looking up from the book, as he finished his words he turned the page. He continued to read.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 20:23:48 GMT -5
"Your book." Ian sort of sat on the back of the chair, his arms folded over his chest and his feet braced against the ground. "I stopped in that Muggle bookshop off Magnolia Avenue . . . and I picked up one of those . . .yellow thingies." He made a face, and sighed, unfolding his arms and then sticking his hands in his pockets. "Anyway, I didn't get it . . . it's like . . ." He looked off to the left thoughtfully. "Perhaps its the issue of lesser minds, but I hardly find the prospect of marriage or a girl's view of romance to be all that engaging of a topic."
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 20:35:10 GMT -5
"Perhaps then it is your mind which is lesser, if all that you can surmise from the story is what you've expressed." Jean closed the book, now and looked up. "It may be that the superior blood which runs through your veins, and more over the your own personal knowledge of its presence there skews its meaning by giving you, quite wrongly, the feeling you're above such a story." Jean, annoyed with Ian once more. "I doubt you'll have to worry it- I'd venture to guess the prospect of marriage is not one you'll endure." His words, which came quite harsher than he expected lay in front of him. He looked down.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 20:40:04 GMT -5
"Hey!" snapped the Wolfsbane, losing his lackadaisical air and standing upright once more. "MY mind is sufficient! And what makes you think I have no prospect of marriage? If Killy won't have me . . . and she will . . . somebody else would be sure to turn up! My family would see to that; that I'm wed properly to continue the name and the line."
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 20:58:51 GMT -5
Jean didn't have much idea who he was talking about when he referenced the girl. The latter part of his outburst as the part which affected him. "Then by all standards you should find the story most intriguing- perhaps if it were written in a simpler tongue, for the prose can be the only reason for you displeasure with its contents." Jean smiled, trying to keep civil. "Your desire to wed properly being a very strong theme in book." He flipped some of the pages, and looked back at Ian. "Perhaps its the fact that he doesn't marry properly which irks you?"
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 21:10:16 GMT -5
"I-what?" Ian frowned again and lifted his chin, leaning forward slightly as though by craning his neck he could read the tiny print upside down. "I have no trouble with the language, I assure you, although it is decidedly . . . flowery. It didn't seem a comfortable read, not to mention I've not spent a great deal of time perusing purely Muggle literature." He looked embarrassed. "I didn't . . . I didn't actually read it . . . I only picked up some guide . . ." Ian suddenly felt as though he'd been caught cheating on an essay, unable to put any real substance into his arguments. "Whatever do you mean, he didn't marry properly?" And despite his express disinterest in non-magical novels, Ian's attention was clearly sparked.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 21:16:05 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should've read it, before making an argument against it?" Jean posed the question before closing the book. "Seems like the logical thing to do does it not?"
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 21:19:45 GMT -5
Ian stared at him, tight-lipped, and exhaled swiftly. He let his mouth open and half-raised a finger, then shook it slightly, nodding as he closed his mouth again. "Yeah-that would-" Ian cleared his throat. "yeah. Does seem the thing . . .doesn't it?" Awkwardly, he smiled, blushing despite his normal bluster, and said in a soft voice . . ." . . .yes . . .right." And he shrugged, looking abashed.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 21:28:04 GMT -5
Jean sat there quietly, surprised at Ian's mannerism. "Well, you'll... just have to read it then." He told him trying not to make any statement which would prolong Ian's new found manner. It was an odd feeling, though he had suddenly grown to find him more like his house mates than he at one time appeared, he was far less thought provoking, and generally less interesting when he stopped acting in the way which bothered him so much.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 21:35:19 GMT -5
"No. I don't have the time for Muggle entertainment. Next you'll be suggesting I waste my weekends at their cinema, watching things explode for amusement," Ian said with a roll of his eyes. "If you're not going to explain yourself, I suppose there isn't much more talk to be had about the damned bit of literature. Frankly, I'd not imagined you dropping anything short of Ashwinder Eggs to be so inflamatory," he quipped with a slightly derogatory curl of his lip. "And obviously, you've realized it lacks merit as anything other than cheap entertainment,which is why you've been unwilling to back your point."
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 21:44:17 GMT -5
Jean suddenly lost his previous feeling of remorse for Ian's quiet defeat. "Ug- You are so-" He stood up. "You are the most self important- condescending-" He looked to Ian, "What point would arguing a plot line have if you've taken no step to understand it? And why would I waste what little time I have to explain something which obviously has no hindrance on your life, much less any importance to you." Jean crossed his arms and looked away. "You've rank, and blood, and I'd venture to guess the money which could only be established by both- you're right. The book has no meaning for you." Jean moved down the row, to a seat lower in the hall away from Ian. He sat down with another sound of annoyance.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 22:08:35 GMT -5
"Yeah? Can't see as it's all that relevant to you, either, since marriageability probably isn't one of your biggest concerns," Ian said with a pithy scorn, clambering over several rows of seats and standing now behind the Kinrick, crossing his arms over the back of a neighboring chair and leaning over, his head near Jean's shoulder, alternating his look between the book in Jean's hands and the young man's face.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 22:27:34 GMT -5
Jean closed his eyes biting his lip, the comment cutting at him. "..." He was silent, continuing to to stare down at the book, a small lock of hair falling. He pushed it back closing his eyes again. "You're--" He stopped, looking at him for a moment, eyes almost showing hurt yet fighting not to. "You're a git. I should've let Brandon do what he willed."
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