tragic (mcr) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-03-20 10:01:00

WHO; Melinda Bobbin and Malcolm Baddock.
WHEN; After exams.
WHERE; Malcolm's dorm.
SUMMARY; Malcolm wants to play a prank on someone, so Melinda helps him.
RATING; PG-13, as far as I'm concerned.
WARNINGS; ...maybe cursing? Hm.
STATUS; Incomplete!

Okay, normally, Melinda wouldn't get herself into anything that could potentially get herself into trouble, simply because she couldn't see the point in what good it'd do. She had better things to do most of the time, too, which meant she wouldn't bother with it, but exams were stressing her out more than should've been allowed, even if she knew she would do well on them. Or she knew she should do well on them, which was the point.

Regardless, Melinda couldn't tell Malcolm she wouldn't help for some reason, which might have been because she needed something to do, though that was debatable. It also didn't help that she had to get someone else's journal, but she'd have nothing to worry about if Daphne wasn't there, and it wasn't like her and Melinda were the closest of people ever. Melinda mostly stayed to herself, for some reason, but that hardly mattered at the moment.

Standing up, Melinda left the sixth year girls' dorm rooms and made her way to the seventh years' dorms, glancing around just to make sure that no one was in there, since she could never be too careful, after all. Melinda was hardly what someone would call stealthy, as much as she tried to make it seem like she was the most graceful person ever, but she knew that wasn't the case. Once making sure that the coast was clear, Melinda slipped in and took another look around before she went over to Daphne's bed, doing as little snooping as possible. It wasn't like Melinda wanted to find something she wasn't looking for, which would never be her intentions, but she did find what she was looking for and then let out a slow exhale.

Melinda placed the journal against her chest and covered it up with her robe, holding it in place as she left the dormitories, still glancing around every now and then. She was lucky that everyone else still seemed to be at their exams or just not in the dorms, because otherwise, she'd most likely have a lot of explaining to do as to why she was acting as though she'd done something she knew was wrong. Well, besides the fact that she knew this -- what she was doing -- was wrong, really. That was a technicality that didn't matter.

When Melinda made it out of the girls' dorms, she took a few deep breaths, then started on her way to the boys', being as quiet as possible. She never understood why there was nothing to make sure girls couldn't go into the boys' dorms, but that wasn't something she thought about enough to actually go looking for an answer for, as much as she sometimes wondered what the founders of the school were thinking. Honestly, girls could be just as sneaky as boys, which was what she didn't get. Whatever.

Walking up the stairs, still being as quiet as possible, Melinda finally made it to her destination, and she sort of knocked on the door briefly before realising that more likely than not, all of the boys would be at their exams or simply not in. So she opened the door carefully, peeked her head around the edge of it, noticed no one was in, and that caused her to breathe a slow sigh of relief. Stepping in through the door, Melinda shut it behind her afterward and walked further into the room, raising an eyebrow.

Melinda decided her best bet was to just go sit at Malcolm's bed, considering she wasn't going to stand up the whole time, so she did just that and crossed her legs under herself as she waited for him to show up. The only way Melinda even knew which bed was Malcolm's was by the rather large sign at the foot of it that said Malcolm Baddock in a hot pink-ish colour with sparkles all over it, because otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had a clue which one was his. It wasn't like she had much to do besides wait, and Malcolm usually came through when he said he would, which meant she could make herself comfortable until he came, which she did just that. Opening her robes, Melinda placed the journal off to the side of the bed, then leaned back so that she was lying the wrong way on it, her arms crossed under her head loosely. Now all she had to do was... well, wait.

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baddock
2008-03-20 04:54 pm UTC (link)

As much as Malcolm hated classes and school in general, Potions had always been the only subject he was actually good at and also the only one he put any effort into. It came naturally to him, the weighting and the mixing of ingredients, the timed stirring and whatever else he was supposed to pay close attention to while making a potion, but for some reason, he had royally fucked up his Potions exam. Instead of cutting the ginger root, as he should've, he had grounded it and turned into dust, did the total opposite to the scarab beetle and had spilled most of the armadillo bile all over himself; and as if that hadn't been bad enough, he had started stirring the wrong way, which caused his potion to bubble over. The worst part of everything, though, had been when Slughorn had run to his aid and vanished the mess after he had realised there was nothing to salvage, before dismissing him from the classroom.

It had been a total mess – a sticky, disgusting mess that he could still smell all over his hands and his robes, even after he had gone into the loo and tried to clean himself with a scouring charm, multiple times. Taking a shower would've been a better option, but that would've taken too much effort and he simply wasn't in the mood. He was more in the mood of causing some trouble, anything that would take his mind off ruined potions and stupid, overweight professors with ridiculous moustaches that gave you pity looks because you messed up once. Once. And things just kept getting worse, as Malcolm walked out of the loo and crashed into someone. He had mumbled a quick apology and started to walk away, but was quickly stopped by a snide remark. Turning around, he found Daphne Greengrass and he could only roll his eyes at her. While he would've enjoyed sharing insults with Daphne any other day of the week, right then he just wanted to tell her to fuck off, which he did, along with flipping her the finger, before resuming his walk to the common room.

Running into Daphne, though, gave Malcolm a good idea to cheer himself up. He had thought about playing a prank on Daphne for a while, now. Ever since the whole mess during the Halloween Ball and everything that happened after it, Daphne's attitude had stopped being endearing and became more annoying in Malcolm's eyes, and the way she kept denying anything had happened (or blamed him for it) had started getting on his nerves. Malcolm realised that Daphne was probably on her way to that society club thing Pansy had organised, which would mean that most of the 7th year girls wouldn't be in their dormitory for a couple of hours, which would also give him enough time and opportunity to play his prank. The only problem had been finding a way to get into the 7th year girls' dorm, but after a brief conversation with Melinda through the journals, that problem had been solved.

Malcolm was now in a considerably better mood and he hurried his pace as he walked to the common room. He had exactly two hours and a half to do this without getting caught, which was more than enough, but if truth be told, he wouldn't really care if he got caught, after all. Well, maybe for Melinda, but he hadn't been lying when he'd said he wouldn't let her get in trouble. He walked through the common room without sparing anyone a glance and took the stairs two at a time, which probably wasn't the smartest thing to do when you were trying to hide the fact that you were about to do something wrong, but once again, Malcolm wasn't one to care about these things. Filch and his cat would testify about that, any time, he was sure.

Pushing the door to his dorm open, Malcolm smirked at the sight of Melinda on his bed. "Tempting," he said as a greeting, walking the rest of the way in and throwing his bag on the floor, next to the bed. He knelt in front of his trunk, rummaging through the mess of books and parchment, before coming up with a clean set of robes. "But this really isn't the time to try to get in my trousers, Bobbin," he continued as he stood up again and began taking off the sodden, potion-stained robes he had on, his smirk widening as he wiggled his eyebrows at Melinda. "As irresistible as I may be, you really need to learn how to control yourself."

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part one

mcr
2008-03-20 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Melinda had hardly ever been the most patient person in the world, although she had moments when she'd be willing to wait forever for something. It was a rare occurrence, but it did happen, and right now, she could lie around for as long as she needed to until Malcolm showed up. It wasn't like she wanted to be stuck in her own room alone, because she was there more often than not, but a change of scenery was nice. This was nice, even if it was Malcolm Baddock's bed. Well, that was certainly something she never thought she'd say.

Sitting up from her lying down position, Melinda glanced around with a scrunched up nose, then turned around so that her back was against the headboard of Malcolm's bed. She hummed quietly under her breath, tapping her hands on her thighs, trying to think of anything to do. Of course, while she wouldn't try to snoop around Daphne's bed, Melinda never said she'd behave while in Malcolm's room. But there also wasn't much that she could think of to look for, seeing as how as far as she knew, Malcolm wasn't a fun person around here, of all places. Malcolm mostly wreaked havoc around the castle, there would've been no point to do it here in his own room.

Melinda clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes, then got on her stomach and leaned off the side of the bed, picking up the edges of the bedspread to see if anything of interest was underneath it. Not that Melinda had been dead set on something interesting being kept under here, and just like she'd thought, nothing was there. Of course. Besides random parchments that were probably old assignments from his classes, so she sat up again and gave another roll of her eyes. She'd have to complain to Malcolm about how he wasn't a typical male who hid anything and everything under his bed, because that simply wouldn't do for Melinda.

After she got back into the position she'd been in when she initially made herself at home on the bed, Melinda leaned up on her elbows as soon as she heard someone's voice, her eyebrows shooting up high just in case. How could she have explained her being in the boys' dormitories, without sounding suspicious? Oh, yeah, Malcolm agreed to help me with my classwork, even though he's not here? That would hardly work, because as stupid as Melinda thought most people were around the castle, they weren't that foolish. And also the whole I'm meeting him here so that we can go for a stroll around the castle thing wouldn't work, for the simple fact that they could've easily met in the common room.

Luckily, though, the only person who'd come in was Malcolm, which was a relief for Melinda, so she lied back down and shook her head slowly. Sometimes, Melinda really didn't get the guys' minds at all, and maybe they felt the same way about females, but the way guys normally acted was pretty obvious with everything. But no, Malcolm had to say something stupid, although it made Melinda laugh to herself under her breath, and leave her asking why the hell he'd do that in the first place. Then again, this was Malcolm Baddock, so Melinda shouldn't have been surprised at all, really.

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part two

mcr
2008-03-20 05:41 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, just what I've always wanted!" Melinda said with mock excitement, sitting up properly again and clapped her hands in front of herself, her head tilting to the side. "You to be tempted by me! You always pull through, don't you?" she asked, though it was formed as more of a statement than anything else, and a smile was on her face to show that she was joking, no matter how small it might've been. Melinda hardly ever smiled widely or grinned, for that matter, so now was no different than any other time.

Once Malcolm was down by the trunk at the end of the bed, Melinda sighed and scoffed to herself, her nose scrunching up again. "Why didn't I think to look there? Malcolm, you're hardly the most exciting person ever, because there was nothing of interest under your bed. What kind of guy are you? I expected something -- anything, really -- but no. I'm rather disappointed in you, Baddock," Melinda said, a teasing tone taking over her voice, because most people couldn't tell when she was being serious or not. Melinda's sarcasm must not have been like everyone else's, since they always thought she was being serious beyond belief.

Melinda made a slight face at Malcolm after he said it wasn't the time to try to get into his trousers, then even more of one as he started to take off his robes. "I figured that now was as good a time as any other to even attempt it, but I suppose not," she said thoughtfully, turning her attention elsewhere so it didn't look like she was trying to check Malcolm out, "but can you really blame a girl?" she added as an afterthought, bringing her hand up to cover where she could've seen anything below Malcolm's waist, keeping her attention focused on his eyes instead of anywhere else.

With her free hand that wasn't being held in front of her face, Melinda grabbed the journal from the edge of the bed and held it up, then placed it down on her lap with another sigh. "I'll work on controlling my urges as soon as possible, love, but right now, I expect an explanation as to why you wanted Miss Greengrass' journal, since my mind reading powers aren't quite up to par yet. And if you expect me to actually hand it over before you give me any sort of answer, you're mistaken, but I'm sure you knew that much, yeah?" she asked, the side of her lower lip being pulled into her mouth briefly as she ran the tips of her fingers over the front of Daphne's journal.

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uno~

baddock
2008-03-21 01:31 am UTC (link)

There was no doubt that Malcolm liked Melinda. Not like that, mind (or maybe just a little like that, too), but she was fun to be around with and she was witty and never made him feel like jumping off the astronomy tower at the mere thought of talking to her. There was the sarcasm, too, and the witty remarks, that made Malcolm laugh more often than not, because other people tended to take everything he said seriously and that just took the fun out of it, after a while. Melinda was a lot like him, he reckoned, except maybe prettier, but that didn't bother him as much as it should, because he knew that were he a girl, Melinda wouldn't stand a chance compared to him. But yes, she was a lot like him, which was basically the reason why he liked hanging out with her so much.

Taking his robes off the rest of the way, Malcolm threw them on Charlie's bed behind him and went on taking his shirt off, next, as the potion had soaked through the fabric. Shaking his head at himself for not thinking of getting a shirt out, as well, he knelt in front of his trunk again and repeated his previous actions. "Well, I always try, but you make it difficult," he replied, the hint of a smile in his voice as he almost buried himself in his trunk looking for a clean shirt. The thing was such a mess... Maybe he should ask Melinda to sort it out for him. Weren't girls supposed to be all orderly and shit? He looked up at Melinda for a second, tilted his head in consideration, before shaking his head again and resuming his search. Right, as if that would ever happen.

He discarded the first shirt he found, noticing a large ink stain on the side, and kept looking while Melinda talked. He was slightly surprised to hear she had been snooping around his side of the room, but really, he should've expected it – she was a lot like him, he reminded himself, but not entirely. Giving up his search for the moment, Malcolm looked up again, an eyebrow raised in question. "What kind of girl are you?" he retorted, a grin forming on his face as he crawled around the bed. Keeping his eyes on Melinda, he took his wand from his back pocket and waved it at the space under his bed. "Finite incantatem," he muttered under his breath, ending the disillusionment spell he usually kept on his things.

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dos~

baddock
2008-03-21 01:31 am UTC (link)

Lifting both brows in mock astonishment, Malcolm shoved a hand under his bed and took one of his magazines out – thankfully, not the one issue of Witch Weekly that he kept there. "Were you looking for this, maybe?" He waved the magazine around for a couple more seconds before shoving it back under his bed. Showing porn to a girl, even if that girl was Melinda, wasn't something Malcolm did. "Now I'm the one disappointed. I thought you, of all people, would figure that one in a heart beat. You can't expect me to leave this shit lying around where the house elves can find it and then take it to like, the Headmistress or something."

The thought was too creepy for Malcolm to dwell on, so Malcolm shook it off and went back to looking for a shirt. "I can't blame anyone, actually, but all this attention is really bad for my ego, you know? And why the fuck are you covering your eyes?" Malcolm let out a laugh that sort of sounded like a snort, and finally got up with a clean shirt in his hand. He shrugged it on and buttoned it up, thoroughly amused at how Melinda kept talking with a hand across her face. Shirt on and robes forgotten in a pile on the floor, Malcolm kicked off his shoes and joined Melinda on his bed, crossing one leg under him and leaning back against one of the bed posts.

"You got it, hey. Was it easy?" Malcolm eyed the journal in Melinda's hands and shrugged. He could either tell her the long story and waste time explaining everything, or go with the short version and make it quick. There was no doubt which one he was going to pick. "I'm bored and messing with Greengrass' journal seems fun enough. She's going to be gone for, what, two hours? That gives us enough time to fuck around with Hogwarts for a bit and put the journal back in its place. Now hand that over." He leaned forward and took the journal from her hands, leafing through it briefly before reaching for his bag and taking out a quill. He didn't waste time scribbling something down quickly:

'Dear Hogwarts,
For Christmas, I want to have sex with Malcolm Baddock. Multiple times. In one day.

Love,
Daphne B. Greengrass.'

He read over it, snickering, and handed it back to Melinda. "Sounds like Daphne?"

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part one

mcr
2008-03-21 02:44 am UTC (link)

Melinda raised an eyebrow when Malcolm started looking at her rather strangely with his head tilted, her own following suit as she kept her eyes on him. He was probably considering something he knew he shouldn't have been, so Melinda wouldn't question it right now, and instead started to run her fingernails just barely over the front of Daphne's journal. She somehow doubted there would've been anything of interest in the journal that Melinda didn't already know, which was why she hadn't bothered with lurking around in it to see the Inner Workings of Daphne's Mind. Besides, that hardly seemed like something Melinda would do at all.

Tilting her head in the opposite direction to the way she'd had it before, Melinda frowned at what Malcolm asked, though she was almost positive it was a rhetorical question. Well, it probably had to do with Melinda telling him that he didn't have anything interesting hidden under his bed, and that'd make more sense than any other conclusion she would've come up with, so she shrugged a shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Sorry that I don't try harder for you, darling," she cooed, scrunching her nose up at him again playfully, then sighed under her breath.

Once Malcolm held up a magazine, Melinda took one glance at it and then coughed, rolling her eyes at him. "Typical! Why I didn't think of you using a spell to hide things, I won't know that, either, but... you're such a typical male. It's almost kind of sad," Melinda said with a mock tone of sorrow, her eyebrows furrowing and another frown taking over her face, though it was hard to keep there, since it simply turned back into a smile again. Whatever, being around someone -- and not only in class, that was -- was nice. A change, of course, and that was always welcomed. Not that she'd ever admit she liked Malcolm's company more than almost everyone else's, though.

"I suppose I should have figured that one out, though... so. I'm the one to be blamed, please forgive me, Malcolm," Melinda mumbled, as though she were feeling sorry for herself, or something equally as pathetic when someone would ask for forgiveness. Melinda rarely ever apologised for her actions, no matter what they were, so she didn't exactly have the whole please forgive me tone of voice down yet. It was a work in progress, of course, and she'd eventually perfect it like she did everything else, because yes, she did dwell on things such as tones of voice and what she did or didn't know when regarding how to act towards someone. Or something like that. "I do see why you wouldn't keep that out in the open, whether it's under your bed or not, too. Such a smart boy! I should clearly give you more credit, shouldn't I?" Melinda asked rhetorically, then shrugged her shoulders and got comfortable against the headboard when she was sure Malcolm was done changing.

As Malcolm spoke and settled himself down on the bed near her, Melinda laughed slightly, still to herself and then ran a hand through her hair slowly. "Mm, I'm not completely sure, really. But it seemed appropriate? I don't want to come off as a pervert -- or not as bad as you -- because you decided it'd be a grand idea to change right in front of me," Melinda explained, and maybe her logic was flawed, but that hardly mattered right now. "Besides, you just wanted me to check you out, so I rebelled. Or something like that, I guess?" Melinda said, though this was formed as a question now, unlike most of her previous statements. Melinda hardly made sense when she was speaking without thinking, which meant this was no different than any other time, either.

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part two

mcr
2008-03-21 04:27 am UTC (link)

Another shrug was made at Malcolm's question, looking back down to the journal in her lap, her fingertips tapping out nothing in particular on it. "It wasn't hard, since no one was in the dorms, but that didn't stop me from being paranoid more than I should've been. I mean, regardless of if you said you'd let me get in trouble or not, do you really think I'd let you take the full blame?" Melinda asked, glancing up to Malcolm briefly, then turned her attention back to the journal. "I had a part in it, and even if I am a selfish bitch, I still won't let you act as though you did this all on your own. See, that's how much I care, Baddock, honestly. And people think I'm heartless!" she scoffed, a small laugh passing her lips, then she shut up quickly before she actually started laughing more.

After listening to Malcolm's reasoning, although not a very logical one, Melinda nodded her head and handed the journal over to him. "I think two hours... at least that long, I'm sure, since girls talk, and talk, and talk... except for me. Sometimes. Depends on who I'm talking to, really," Melinda said thoughtfully, staring off into space, so to speak, for a moment before she came back to reality. "If you ever decide to fuck with me, or my journal, consider yourself as good as dead, though, Malcolm," Melinda said, and even if there was a ever-so-slight joking tone to her voice, she was completely serious. Melinda didn't tolerate looking like a fool because someone wanted to fuck around for fun.

Melinda watched what Malcolm wrote when he finished leafing through the journal, and after what he said, she scoffed loudly and shook her head quickly. Taking out her own quill, she crossed out what Malcolm said once he handed it back to her, looking up to Malcolm with a less-than-amused expression. "Malcolm, you're being too obvious. Honestly, would Daphne Greengrass say she wants to fuck you? Last time I checked, she didn't want to be in the same room as you, as far as how she acts around you, so no, it doesn't sound like Daphne," Melinda explained, speaking as though Malcolm was mentally challenged, and right now, that could be debated.

Tapping the tip of her quill on the side of the journal page, Melinda thought of what to write, then actually grinned. "We're fucking with Hogwarts, right? As in a whole? Well, I'm sure the both of us can think of some pretty rude things to say about a few of our classmates, seeing as how they make it far too easy," Melinda mused, then started to write out the entry for Daphne's journal, and she hoped that her writing wasn't too obvious. That'd be a nightmare, honestly.

Dear Theodore, I only went with you to the Halloween Ball because I felt sorry for you.

Melinda gave it back to Malcolm, raising an eyebrow at what she wrote, then scoffed. "I doubt Daphne really liked him, anyway," she said, scoffing to herself again, biting on the side of her lip lightly. "Or maybe she did and I'm just being rude," she added, a small laugh passing her lips again, then she rolled her eyes.

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