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[arrogantalloy]

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.

Comments

[greenmoonrising]

"Yeah, imagine you with mood swings."

[arrogantalloy]

"It's the cravings that would be the worst part."

[greenmoonrising]

"You already eat like a pregnant woman."

[arrogantalloy]

"Hey, mean. This is called having an acquired taste for life... And food. Besides there's only eggs, bacon, and those baked beans the English like so much. What's so pregnant about that?"

[greenmoonrising]

"If there were blueberries you'd be putting those on top."

[arrogantalloy]

"Liking blueberries isn't a pregnant thing. And there's nothing wrong with having blueberries on the side."

He chews on his bacon in a mock sulk.

[greenmoonrising]

"Except that you don't just have it on the side, you put it on everything. Nothing is sacred," he snorted, finishing his (meagre) breakfast.

[arrogantalloy]

"Hey, they have heaps of 'micro-nutrients' and are low GI. These are like the healthiest things to eat, ever. Why should anything be sacred?"

Starts to properly eat his breakfast, clearly not taking too long with it.

[greenmoonrising]

"Because some lines were never meant to be crossed with food."

Glances at watch.

[arrogantalloy]

Notices the glance.

"Worrying about class? Then we can go."

[greenmoonrising]

"Not worrying..."

[arrogantalloy]

"Want to use a different synonym? be my guest. Just give me a moment, I'm almost done."

He starts to work on finishing his breakfast.

[greenmoonrising]

"Take your time with it, I just want to get to class early. I'll see you there, yeah?" He gets up and shoulders his book-bag.

[arrogantalloy]

"Hey, I've eaten enough, I can come with. No big deal."

Tony grabs a strawberry as he stands up from the bench.

"Unless you have something to do between here and there?"

[greenmoonrising]

"No, I've got nothing but you should eat more than 'enough', considering your penchant for skipping meals."

[arrogantalloy]

"Hey look, plate. Devoid of eggs and bacon"

He tosses the strawberry in his mouth then grins with a casual playfulness.

"Let's go."

[greenmoonrising]

Rolling his eyes, he starts heading off for their classroom, feeling a bit tired after that brief whirlwind trip to the nurse but alright nonetheless.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony follows him to class, bumping shoulders with him playfully. Mumbling something that sounds like a thanks and keeps walking.

AND FINALLY ENDING ONE THREAD

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce flashes a smile at him and spends the rest of the day trying not to sleep during class.