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WHO: Tony and the Students and Faculty of Hogwarts!
TONE: B - For badass facial wounds
RATING: PG-13 for potential language
WHEN: 26th Monday, morning after the match.
WHERE: THe great Hall
WHAT: Breakfast time and Tony's showing off his bruises and scratches
STATUS: ONGOING

After his most agonising defeat at the hands of those damn pufflehuffs. Even though it was a good game, that's not the point. Tony comes into the great hall in the morning looking rather clean and refreshed despite the massive bruising on his face and scratches that are only just starting to scab over again, as he knocked them open in his sleep.

It's obvious as he heads to Ravenclaw's table that he hasn't had is injuries seen too. They don't bother him all that much, they only sting when they're touched and he just really is in the mood for waffles so bad he doesn't even notice or care if people could be staring at him.

All in all he doesn't fell that bad that his team didn't win, though he does count it as he wasn't good enough as a captain. He made the decision the second the snitch was caught that he would be a better captain for the next match.

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After the nurses agree that Tony's fit to go, Bruce turns and leaves the Hospital Wing, rubbing his neck and taking deep breaths to completely relax.

Watches him just walk away.

"Uh, okay. Now I'm on my own."

Glances at the nurses giving them an uncomfortable grin before slipping out of the chair and is off after Bruce, catching up at him.

"I've got to say, dragging me kicking and screaming and standing over me kinda makes me feel loved. Walking straight off afterwards, not so much."

Bruce turns back and glances over Tony's face, seeing that the injuries are mostly gone, and relaxes properly, tucking his hands into his pockets. "You don't want to feel loved by me anyway," he answers with a small smile. "I'll leave that for the ladies to give you."

He gives him a quiet look. Blinking he looks back a head, stuffing his hands into his pockets, becoming a little more obviously casual.

"Well, really I'd like everyone to love me. It's easier to get man of the year that way. Of course, doing things to improve mankind will also help there."

"Man of the year? Aren't you a bit young to be trying for GQ or any of those magazines?" he asked, chuckling and glancing away. "Anyway, breakfast. I think I dragged you away from that."

"Hey, I was on Time's cover after my parents die. So why not find a reason to legitimately be on there for something I've got going on?"

He grins and gives a shrug.

"I ate some bacon, I should be good till lunch."

He gives him a smile, wanting to say thanks for caring, but unable to do so.

Bruce nods at the smile, returning it himself and shaking his head. "Bacon isn't enough, I'm the only one allowed to go around with the appetite of an anorexic person."

"Not true. Because no matter how you look at it, I'm thinner than you. My hair doesn't have as much volume."

He grins even more.

"Not thinner - scrawnier. You don't have any muscle, midget," he snorts, poking Tony's sides. "Come on, we can probably get you a roll or something before class."

Batting away Bruces hand, Tony stops and looks affronted.

"Um, I think you'll find I have a fantastic two pack under here. For my age I think you'll find... That this is actually impressive."

He huffs slightly. As if a little put out that Bruce hadn't known this.

Bruce snorts and ceases poking him, walking on. "Come on, Mr. Two Pack, let's get you proper breakfast."

He puts his hands on his hips for a moment.

"You know, I'm going to make it a four, just to spite you. You hear me?"

Then he follows him.

"Good, because you interrupted a desperate need for waffles."

"You do that," he snorts, shaking his head and still walking. "You know too many waffles are just going to make that two pack disappear under your tub?"

"You know, this digging at my vanity thing. It's really mean."

He speeds up to walk beside Bruce and is quite for a long moment.

"I'm still having those waffles."

"As if your vanity is so easily damaged," he answered with a laugh, bumping shoulders with Tony. "I suppose you'll be having more bacon too?"

"Of course. You can't have breakfast without bacon."

Grins at him as he bumps shoulder back.

"I manage just fine without," he scoffs. "But I know for a fact that you can't function without it."

"I can function with out it fine, as long as I have something greasy to make up for it."

He chuckles to himself.

"I'm surprised you haven't got a heart condition from how often you clog up your arteries," he answers, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm sure if you asked everyone, they'd say it all goes to my fat head."

He shrugs.

"Maybe I just have an amazing metabolism, ever think of that? And I do exercise you know."

He starts to sound defensive, let's not forget he is a little vain.

"Yeah, you do and it's beginning to show," he answers with a quiet chuckle, shaking his head and patting Tony's back. "I guess it'll be more obvious when you actually start filling out properly with puberty."

He can't help but blush a little, which he covers with a frown. Bruce's mentioning that he hadn't hit puberty was annoying in two ways;

One it reminded him that he still hadn't hit it, when everyone else his age had started long ago, or at least this term.
Two for some reason, Tony had taken this to mean that Bruce wasn't seeing him as a 'man' yet. Which bothered him, as much as the fact that realising this was what caused him to blush in the first place.

"Who says I haven't hit it? My body's just taking it in a more subtle and dignified way compared to everyone else. It's not that surprising."

He scratches his cheek as he talks to hide his face casually.

"The fact that you still get annoyed at me for having to shave regularly now says all," he answers with a chuckle, not noticing the blush as he ducks his head. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll start sprouting soon enough."

sprouting? He frowns more and quickens his step a little just to get in front of Bruce, just enough to keep his face from view.

"So now I'm a plant?"

He's really trying not to get huffy and annoyed at this, because it really would be stupid to. It's not a big deal, Bruce isn't trying to hit sore spots on complete purpose here.

Right?

"I meant sprouting body hair, so technically I'd be referring to your hair as plant-life on the fertile soil that is your body?"