sortinghat_logs | Summer don't know me no more

WHO: Sue (Noodle), open!
TONE: Should be pretty light!
RATING: PG-13, at most
WHEN: April
WHERE: Out by the lake
WHAT: Back at school Noodle decides to practice her levitation charm and jam on her guitar.
STATUS: In progress

It was something she had thought up on break, but had been unable to attempt thanks to the rules. So as soon as she was able to, Sue had raced off to the lake and found a reasonably sized rock. Wand out, the incantation comes easy, Wingardium Leviosa murmured with the correct wand movements and the rock slowly lifts itself out of the dirt to hover. Sue allows herself a small smile before using another set of rocks to pull herself up onto the still hovering one, settling into place easily. She'll start sketching out designs then.

But right now she'll haul her acoustic guitar over her shoulder and into her lap and starting to strum. She'll just hang out here for awhile,rock hovering a few feet off the ground, feet swinging against the rock in the semblance of a rhythm as she stares out across the water. Only know and then does she check her fingers, the chords so engrained in her mind. And then she'll start to hum, and all together it begins to sound like a bare boned version of this but with a voice like this.

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If Sue's surprised she doesn't show it, her own long fringe perfect for hiding the expressions of her eyes. Her fingers do slow though, shifting into a lazy strumming as she lets the lyrics on her lips die.

With a small nod she responds, head turned to the new boy, "Thank you. You play?"

"Nah, I can't play shit," he admits. "Just spin some ill rhymes. I can't even motherfuckin' beatbox."

"A rapper then? Still music." Sue shifts her grip on the guitar before dipping her head in an informal bow. "I am Suzuki. But Sue or Noodle will work fine. It can be a difficult name"

"Suzuki?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "That don't be hard to come out of my motherfuckin' word hole - it's a car. You named after one a' them?"

He doesn't mean to be insulting, and in fact his tone is more curious than anything else, but Gamzee knows shit all about Japan, except that cars and motorcycles come from there, and also some of those cartoon shows.

"I never considered it that way." She shakes her head, flicking her fringe out of her eyes a little to look at him properly. "And I have no clue. It was the name on my birth certificate. Whatever it was meant to mean is lost to me."

"What about you?"

"Nah, I ain't named for no motherfuckin' car," Gamzee said easily, entirely forgetting that this girl probably didn't even know what he was named. "I dunno why my mum all got it in her pan to call me Gamzee. I guess because maybe she be liking the sound when it comes out of the word hole? And Makara be kind of like 'mo cara', my da says, which is being Gaelic for friend."

The boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it up ... and then staring sadly, as he realized the whole thing was, of course, soaked through with lake water.

There's a tiny shrug as Sue files the name away in her mind. "Perhaps it means something in another language. It could be from an Asian culture. Or somewhere around that continent."

Her strumming slows, till it's more just Sue picking at the strings with no real rhythm. Looking up she notices the box, and then the look and speaks up, "Try a drying charm or something?"

"I ain't be having the skills for that shit, sis," Gamzee told her mournfully, then tucked the pack away again with a sigh. "Potions be where it's at for this motherfucker."

He's lucky she's so used to Stu forgetting about his own cigarettes and somehow destroying them. It's given Sue plenty of time to learn and perfect ways to repair them.

Carefully placing her guitar to the side she leans forward, holding a hand out. "Here. Give them to me. I'll see what I can do."

The lanky boy blinks at her, but obediently he digs his soggy pack back out and hands it to her. "You got the knowing of that kind of miracle magic?"

"Miracle? It's just a simple charm." Shifting she pulls her wand from her robes, tapping the soggy box carefully. "Exaresco."

Within seconds the pack is dry, all the water evaporated. A quick check and then Noodle hands them back, tucking her wand away. "See?"

"All magic is miracles!" Gamzee explains earnestly. "You just say a motherfuckin' word and shit happens, and ain't nobody knows how it all be working!"

He's distracted by her handing the pack back, though, and he turns it over in his hands a few times before pulling a now dry cigarette out, grinning in delight. "Hey, Sue-bee, I motherfuckin' owe you one!"

"I suppose you could look at it like that," nodding slightly, Noodle seems to consider this. "Most just see it as magic, which to muggle raised kids is special enough."

His fascination and delight with the pack reminds her of Stu, the thought bringing a small smile to her face. The new nickname though gets a small head tilt. "Sue-bee? And don't worry about it."

"'Cause you got to be sweet as honey," Gamzee replies promptly, sticking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and pulling out his wand to light it, puffing contentedly, then offering the pack out to her.

"Sweet as honey?" Rasising an eyebrow Noodle shrugs and takes one of the offered cigarettes, leaning forward with it in her hand and nodding to Gamzee. "Light me?"

He puts the cherry of his cigarette to hers to light her, smiling dopily. "Ain't you? You surely do be acting like it, helping a brother out like that."

She holds it till she sees the flames start to creep up paper, bring it to her mouth and taking a slow drag then. "I'm used to doing it for Stu really. He forgets about his half the time and he's soaked them a few times."

"It's nothing big"

"He's the blue-headed motherfucker, right?" Gamzee asked, relaxing back and then flopping onto the ground to start puffing away at his own cigarette.

"That's him." Leaning back slightly she inspects her cigarette, before taking another puff. "He fell out of a tree when he was a kid, lost all his hair and it came back blue. Ma was freaking, and then we found out about magic."

"How come he's white and you ain't?"

"I'm adopted." Shifting she lets the cigarette dangle from her lips, pulling guitar back into her lap and plucking the strings. "Da found me wandering around the carnival and when no one found any leads on who I was or who I belonged to they pretty much said fuck it and kept me."

"Oh, man, that's pretty sweet," Gamzee said thoughtfully. "That they be liking you so much they kept you."

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