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Sunday Morning Games
Topic Started: Feb 4 2014, 06:44 PM (94 Views)
Vivian Bancroft
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Having access to the internet at Hogwarts was the highlight of Vivian’s life. First, she finally got up to speed on all the recent conspiracies flying around the Muggle world. (There were people suggesting that the government was in the process of staging a massive alien attack on Earth, which was supposed to control the entire world and make everyone afraid. And, supposedly, the queen was a lizard-person. Who knew?)

Second, her parents had gotten the hang of eMail and stopped sending howlers to embarrass her. Bonus.

At the top of the list, better than anything else, was that she was finally able to level up a few toons on her World of Warcraft account. Sure, she was highly caffeinated, put on a few pounds and fell asleep in class, but damn she was murdering the achieves in that game. Plus, she was able to speak to Az almost every night. They’d been doing dungeons and battlegrounds, between questing and general farming. Better than that, though, was that they were learning more details about each other. For instance, she found out that they were both fans of sport, not just internet gaming. And, Az’s favourite color was just the same as his robes – red.

Vivian began to realize that she cared for Az and though it was problematic with Vivian being a witch, she made the decision that if it happened, if he was interested, she’d definitely give it a go.

That was only half the reason that she found herself in the Muggle Studies classroom on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Usually, she and Az planned their WoW time when they could maximize their time together. Sundays at noon were here favourite.

As she logged herself in to the account, Vivian sat back and gnawed her lip. Sitting only a few tables over from her was her partner for the Muggle Studies project that allowed her to play WoW all year; Kian Maher. Things between them had started shakily. He was a massive d-bag, from her various accounts of him through the years, and Vivian was pretty sure he thought she was genuinely stark-raving mad. However, her opinion of him was beginning to change.

He wasn’t a bad bloke. A little less pompous than she’d always thought, but still in the popular part of school. They never talked unless it was about the project, and they had yet to make each other smile or laugh, but at least they weren’t cursing each other or attempting to maim one another. It was civil, and civil was better than murderous.

She watched him for a few minutes, the way that his eyes stared at the screen. The concentration that he held for the project. It matched hers, and for that she was grateful.

When she chose Xiannah’s name from the list of characters, her mind began to race as the blue loading bar started zooming across her screen. Any minute, and she’d be pretending to work on her project, but really just trolling the battlegrounds with Az. Best times.

Her character appeared in a shabby looking building – the Inn at Ogrimmar – and she made a barely contained Eeep sound in her throat when she saw that Az was already signed in and waiting for her.

She glanced up at Kian across from her and noticed the smallest trace of a smile on his face. It was hard not to join him, though even as her lips tugged upwards, her eyes were drawn again to the figure standing in front of her in the Inn, robes of red and pointy-out ears. Then, her smile was even bigger and her cheeks were immediately flushed.

If only she could work up the courage to actually ask him to meet her. He’d made that joke once… if it was a joke. But never again. And she hadn’t asked him about having a girlfriend, though she could totally understand if he did.

Morning. Hope it wasn’t another late night for you. Her words scrawled across the bottom left of her screen in purple writing.

As she waited for his response, Vivian chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn’t like her to beat around the bush and try to feel out information. Usually, she was very blunt, all up in yo business and ready to tackle anything. But Az… he made her nervous. What if all it was, was World of Warcraft?

Was it really hard? Could she ask him if he was seeing someone?

“Oi, Maher?” She called across the classroom, dragging her large blue eyes up from her computer to stare at him. “You don’t have a girlfriend, right?”

Vivian’s eyes darted from him to the closed door. She didn’t want anyone to overhear her. And she knew that Kian didn’t want anyone knowing about their project, or so he told her.

He gazed at her for a minute, then down to his computer as if to finish something off, and then back to her. She elaborated a little.

“I mean, if you didn’t have a girlfriend, you’d tell the girl you like, yeah? That’s a thing, isn’t it? Or, do you, you know, just lead her on and make her think that there’s no chance? Because, well, I’m thinking that maybe there should be a rule out there. Just state your status so no one is gutted to find out you’re not single.”

Vivian’s eyes widened and she breathed out the rest of her ramble in only on breath. Her eyes were closed as she flailed her hands – like that was going to help make her point.

“I mean… not… not you not being single. Just men in the general sense of the term. You, as in the male species. I don’t care if you’re single. Because… I’m not, so that just wouldn’t work, would it? Not that I would expect it to. I mean... I don’t think that you think…”

Bugger. Her mouth was dry and her throat constricted. She did this a lot when she tried to talk to Kian. One big, jumbled, nonsensical ramble of embarrassment.

What did she mean 'I'm not'? Of course she was single. Not that it mattered to Kian Maher. But, why had she thrown that in there? She licked her lips to try and keep them moist.

“Never mind. Stupid question.”

Her fingers danced along the keys of her computer. I need to kill things.

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It only took about three seconds after he opened his eyes for Kian to realize that it was Sunday. His face lit up as he swung his legs off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

The room was exactly what you'd expect from a room that was shared with a bunch of teenage boys. The house elves did what they could but it was an impossible task. Damp towels lay crumpled into the corner of the room, soap ringed the sinks and blobs of toothpaste had fallen on the counter and the floor was still damp from someone who apparently thought drying off meant shaking like a dog after coming in from the rain.

And of course a four foot tall, shaving cream sculpture of surfer riding a rather impressive tidal wave graced the very center of the counter.

Looked like Whit Jones was awake.

Kian chuckled as he grabbed his own toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. Life at Hogwarts was always interesting, but sharing a house with the Bros was an exercise in patience and balance. It was good to be on friendly terms with them (or you'd end up the target for one of their pranks), but on the flip side, if you tried to get too close to one of them, you were also likely going to find yourself on the wrong end of a Gryffinbros prank as well.

Balance was key.

Glancing at his watch, a smile slid over his face. There was only one reason in the world that he’d be up this early on a Sunday. It may be noon, but to a 16 year old guy, that was early.

He had a WoW date with X today. Since they’d gotten the enchanted laptops for their muggle studies class, he’d been squeezing in as much WoW time as possible. If he wasn’t in class or quidditch practice, he was on WoW.

It was actually getting to be a problem. He was having a hard time keeping up with his homework so he was pulling some really late nights which meant very little sleep for him. And his friends here at Hogwarts were beginning to get pissed with him for never being around anymore.

Yet despite all of that, he couldn’t bear to give up any time he could spend with Xiannah.

Since this project began, they’d been spending a lot of time together online. They talked for hours while crushing noobs or running raids. The work on the screen was second nature to both of them, so the chat is what they both focused on. He’d learned more in the past few weeks than he had in the months they’d spent together online before this.

She had an older brother that didn’t understand her. Her parents were technologically challenged and even though they frustrated her to no end, she loved them dearly. She was a Daddy’s girl, no matter how much she denied it. She had a love for pizza that rivalled his own. And she was the only other person on the planet that seemed to agree with him that the original Star Trek was a terrible show (due in large part to Shatner’s terrible overacting), though the later additions to that universe were fantastic.

And she had the greatest laugh in the history of all laughs. He was fairly certain that her laughter could end wars and cure diseases. It was a laughter that seemed to come from her very soul. It was genuine and it never failed to brighten his day.

He strolled into the classroom and chose a table with his back to the wall so that no one would see that he was actually playing a game. He settled in and opened his laptop. While it went through it’s start up cycle, he once again thought about asking if they could finally meet in person. He’d tried that once before but she had balked at the idea. And he knew all the reasons that they shouldn’t meet. He was a wizard and it meant that from the second they met, he’d have to lie to her. But that didn’t stop him from thinking about it.

Clicking on the bronze and brown W on his desktop, Kian launched WoW and selected Az from the character list. As Orgrimmar loaded for him, a movement in the room caught his attention. Vivian Bancroft entered the room and sat a few tables away from him. He sent a small smile her way as he greeted her with a nod of the head.

Vivian was not what he’d come to expect from the girls here at Hogwarts. She was a bit awkward and distant and she didn’t seem to like him very much. But she was a great partner for their Muggle Studies project. She was just as passionate about he was about muggle technology, even though she seemed to think he was a dolt where tech was concerned. She consistently instructed him on how to do the most basic things. It was a little irritating but at least things between them were polite. It could have been worse.

Must be date day if the great Azareall is gracing us with his presence! A bright blue font appeared in his chat window from Jac.

Maybe I just wanted to flirt with you, big boy Kian responded with a chuckle.

Don’t toy with my heart, blood elf. I know you’ll dump me the second the lovely X signs in.

You right. But there is room enough in my heart for both of you. He responded with a kiss blown at the green haired troll who now danced in front of him.

As if on cue, Xiannah’s name appeared.

Shout if you guys want to party up later to take on some Panda dungeons! And Az? There was only a seconds pause before the next message appeared. She’ll never love you like I love you.

A laugh escaped him but he was already typing a message to X, even as Jac mounted up in game and soared into the air.

Morning. Hope it wasn’t another late night for you. Her message popped up before he could finish his.

Morning! I’m young and stupid. Besides isn’t the weekend supposed to be ab… His typing was interrupted by Vivian.

“Oi, Maher?” She called across the classroom, dragging her large blue eyes up from her computer to stare at him. “You don’t have a girlfriend, right?”[/i]

…out late nights and having fun? He finished his response and hit enter to send the message before turning his attention back to the girl in the room with him.

“I mean, if you didn’t have a girlfriend, you’d tell the girl you like, yeah?” she continued on without giving him a chance to respond. She was getting twitchy. Her eyes darting to the door, her fingers drumming rapidly on the edge of the desk and her voice beginning to pick up speed a bit. “That’s a thing, isn’t it? Or, do you, you know, just lead her on and make her think that there’s no chance? Because, well, I’m thinking that maybe there should be a rule out there. Just state your status so no one is gutted to find out you’re not single.”

Kian opened his mouth to try to respond but Vivian was on a roll.

“I mean… not… not you not being single. Just men in the general sense of the term. You, as in the male species. I don’t care if you’re single. Because… I’m not, so that just wouldn’t work, would it? Not that I would expect it to. I mean... I don’t think that you think…” She paused to draw in a quick breath, “Never mind. Stupid question.”

Her eyes left his immediately and she began to type on her computer. He watched her for few seconds before answering her.

“It would depend on the circumstances.” He began, “I wouldn’t lie about it, but it’s not something I’d force into the conversation either. If it came up naturally, then yeah I’d tell a girl if I was single or dating someone.”

Glancing back down at his screen, he saw that X had responded with her desire to kill things.

Sounds like a solid idea. He quickly typed back. Where to?

“Hey, Viv,” he called out to the pretty blond typing at her computer. “There’s no rule that say the girl can’t bring the subject up, ya know?” He shrugged.

Also, wanna do me a solid? Explain to me why most girls are so crazy.

And it goes without saying, that you are the exception to that.
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Trying to gauge a bloke’s interest was sort of like asking a random person on a random forum to explain to you who would win a dogfight, the Starship Enterprise or the Millennium Falcon. There was never a clear winner, everyone was frustrated and at the end of the day, the only thing you ever actually know is that a nerd’s a nerd. And, of course, most of them had well planned ways in which they would fuck you over when they finally acquired universal rule. Debates like Enterprise versus Falcon were basically leveled to the very baseline argument of My Apocalypse Will Beat Yours.

Az gave off no clear signs that he was remotely interested, nor that he was otherwise involved. Of course, she hadn’t been gung-ho about offering up her status, either. But there was more at stake for her, should she reveal the fact that she was beginning to think of him as more than a friend. She was a witch and with that came certain obligations.

With great power and all that. Merlin, her father’s face when she had forced him to watch Spiderman (which was a feat in itself) and he heard that line from Uncle Ben… Geesh, it was becoming a daily email. He even updated his email signature to read that particular line.

Kian interrupted her thoughts after a few seconds of silence.

“It would depend on the circumstances. I wouldn’t lie about it, but it’s not something I’d force into the conversation either. If it came up naturally, then yeah, I’d tell a girl if I was single or dating someone.”

Really, really, need to kill all the things, she typed hastily, not at all mollified by Kian’s words.

Boys were hard.

Sounds like a solid idea. His text was like a much needed Hallelujah. Where to?

The Bat Cave, she answered quickly. It was their code word for entering the Battlegrounds together.

She guided her mouse to Az’s name and invited him to party-up and then she immediately joined the queue for a Battleground. Personally, she hoped for Domination so that she could just go completely mental and kill other players with her wicked crossbow. Always a boss time.

“Hey Viv,” Kian drew her attention away from the screen again. There was something sparkling in his eyes when she caught them, something that made him appear just a smidge more alert than he was before. “There’s no rule that says the girl can’t bring the subject up, ya know?”

Yeah, girl power. Flowers and peace signs and bandanas and… all the pretty badassery that accompanies a chick that’s not afraid to throw down the gauntlet at life’s feet and say, “COME AT ME, BRO.”

Whoops. Hadn’t meant to screech that last bit out loud.

Vivian was grinning again, her cheeks hiked up so high that they got lost in the sea of blond curls dangling over her face. She was a female knight of Badassery, a virtual pillar of Girl Power. She could totally tell Az that she was, indeed, available and interested in his availability, too. It wouldn’t be hard, just type the words, “Yo, you’re awesome, I’m awesome, let’s be awesome together with coffee on next weekend.”

Except, when her fingers splayed over the keyboard and began their tapping against the letters, nothing but a string of aolsdgowgtonvoiaoghoergho[glglorei came out. There was a monster ravaging her stomach, some sort of sticky gook was swimming through her veins making her blood thrum through her heart and brain at the same time, a cotton ball must have swabbed her mouth and then rolled itself all over her hands.

She couldn’t do it.

Also, wanna do me a solid? Explain to me why most girls are so crazy.

Jesus Christ, could he hear her thoughts? Feel the way that her body was revolting against her desire to just spit out her feelings? Vivian’s blond head whipped around, quickly taking in the body count of the room; it was just her and Kian, no red-robed warlock with great hair.

She breathed deep and clutched her hands into fists over the keyboard before deleting her string of incoherent letters and symbols.

Why were girls so crazy? Let the rant commence, she thought as her fingers began to drum like they were the solo for a Guns N Roses track.

And it goes without saying, you are the exception to that.

Millennium Falcon versus the Starship Enterprise she pressed enter and gave it a moment before continuing on. If I’m the Falcon and you’re the Enterprise, imagine our respective places in the world. You fight the Borg and raise your shields. I am a cargo carrier with wicked speed.

There. She tilted her head at the screen and waited for a second. The plaque with their choice to enter the Battleground popped up on the screen. She clicked it with more force than she meant and gave a little squee when the familiar brown cave began to load around Xiannah; they were going to kill a bunch of people. It was the best Battleground; Arathi.

Once her page was loaded, she continued her explanation to Az at the same time she glanced to Kian who was staring at his screen like it had boobs attached to it. Ahhhhh, he’d probably found internet porn. She’d probably lost him for good.

“Thanks, Maher,” she mumbled, a bit louder than a whisper and with more gratefulness in it than she’d expected would ever come out of her lips.

That is the difference between boys and girls, mate. You’re all RAWR and DEFENSE and we’re all loaded with emotion with a brain that works at exactly one billion lightyears per second.

There’s never any good time to just be a normal around a bloke. Your defenses are automatically raised because you think we’re all dabbling in the cray cray.

The countdown for starting the domination of the wintery hills of Arathi was down to a minute and thirty. She guided Xiannah to the front of the cave next to Az and stole some stones out of his little green and silver soul well. He still hadn’t responded. He probably knew she was in her nerd zone. Bless him.

And, of course I’m the exception, darling. I’m a bloke. ;)

Sometimes she told him this just to mix things up. The first time was a memory she’d never forget. They’d been playing Starcraft over summer hols and she made a male character; he made a joke about a dick and she, in turn, likened it to her own. Took a full thirty seconds for her to roll out a jk, lol before she got a colon-end parenthesis in return.

That was the story of their friendship, really. And in the comfort of that thought, Vivian typed the next few words into the chat box six times.

And she hadn’t actually decided whether or not to hit enter, when her pinky finger was Imperio’d by her brain and pressed it for her.

You’ll only find out I’m lying if you agree to coffee with me next weekend…
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