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 A slice of heaven, Shane/Coco
Kenz · · 7th · · ·
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Jul 2 2018, 10:44 AM   Link Quote
So what if the pie hadn't specifically been made for him?

Someone had left it on the counter in the kitchens and the house elves didn't have a clue whose it was, so why shouldn't he have it? Sawyer sat down in the corner of the common room with a fork and the strawberry pie, grinning a little as his fork pushed into the top of it and filled the metal silverware with the first bite. House elf magic had promised him it wasn't poisonous or anything, so the young man was quite content with eating his lucky find of the evening. Bending over, he took that first savory, sweet bite, the one that exploded his senses and promised only more goodness to come, but it was the first bite Sawyer knew always to appreciate the most because it was the best - because all of his other senses had been telling his taste buds to get ready for it beforehand.

If there was one thing the skinny, high-metabolism seventeen year old boy loved, it was food. Not just sweets, like the pie he was indulging in at the moment, but all foods. He had snacks in his backpack, in his trunk, stashed away in different places so that when he was hungry and needed a snack, it was there. Other than flying, he didn't "work out" so Sawyer was lucky or blessed with a high metabolism that kept him looking decent even though his mother warned him that one day he would blow up like a balloon with how much he ate. But that was neither here nor there, as Sawyer settled back into the green armchair to match the way the light of the lake made the Slytherin common room look green.

A soft contented sigh escaped his lips as he held the pie tin in one hand and took a few more bites with the hand holding the fork, making sure to lean over the tin so not to splash any of the filling onto his shirt. The young man was known for wearing clothes that were name brand - at least in the muggle world. Sawyer Kingsman enjoyed the different parts of both wizarding and muggle worlds, making his world perfect. At least, in his own opinion. The common room was rather empty for now, students enjoying the last bit of sunlight before it faded away and curfew was upon them, probably.

Swallowing another bite, Sawyer shifted in his seat and set the pie on the side table next to him, moving his backpack so it was out of the way of traffic should anyone come in. They'd be ridiculous if they stepped on it, but Sawyer didn't take the chance. Most people were stupid unless they were thinking about themselves. Unzipping his bag as he leaned over, he pulled a bottle of water from it and took a long swig, licking his lips. As he straightened, he heard the sound of footsteps on the staircase behind him and looked up, waiting to see if it was someone he would have to try and explain the pie to or be able to return to eating in peace.

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Jul 3 2018, 10:50 PM   Link Quote
Shane likes language sometimes.

Wiping sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, Shane took another long pull of water from his bottle. Yes, it was summer, but today had been unreasonably warm through all parts of the day and had been something of a pain in the ass to take his usual run in. He’d gone through more water than he could ever recall having gone through before, but such was the price for trying to remain hydrated and not passed out on the ground, one would suppose. Running was typically a great way to put the everyday stresses of one’s mind at ease and instead focus on creating a rhythm that was easy to stick to and would help to push past that mental block where you were certain you could not take another step. Today, however, it hadn’t served to allow this particular boy’s mind to wander. Instead, he’d had to focus on forcing himself to finish for the sake of maintaining a routine.

So now here we were, the Slytherin working his way back down to his common room for a shower and to change into fresh clothing. The corridors were a bit scarce in terms of student population, which was rather well and dandy by him; Shane wasn’t exactly what you would call a people person. He was a ladies’ man, but that about summed up his preferences for contact with others. He supposed it was starting to grow later in the day and many were headed back to their dormitories to settle before curfew. A thoughtful expression passed briefly over the young man’s face as he made the decision that he would head back out after his shower; he needed a bit of nourishment, after all. And who knew what ladies might decide they also did not want to be in their beds?

Entering the common room, Shane was pleased to see it was mostly empty. There was one student milling about, eating… Was that a pie? Directly out of the tin whomever had baked it in? What sort of table manners did this boy have? Sure, Shane liked a decent pie as much as the next person, but he wouldn’t have considered just taking the whole thing with him when he wanted a slice. It was poor etiquette and that simply wasn’t the way you did things when you wanted something delectable; you took a bit at a time so you could truly savor it. Come back for more if you needed to, but pace yourself. You didn’t just go for the whole damn pie the first go around. That only served to show a clear lack of self-control.

Coming further into the room, Shane folded himself into one of the armchairs by the fireplace. Mercifully, no house elves had seen fit to light it for some ungodly reason, so the expanse of granite or marble or some other such stone was cold and dark. Fitting, for a den of snakes.

Taking another long drink of his water, his cool gaze shifted back to the other boy. He recognized him now that he was seeing him head-on, a boy that shared his year as well as his House. Sawyer something or other. Last names weren’t exactly important to Shane. They shared some classes, obviously, but he would be hard-pressed to recall any more detail than that about the snake that sat opposite him. Unless someone had a little something about them that made him or her interesting, there wasn’t much that made it through and got committed to memory. The pie would be hard to forget though, and his brow arched in question. “Did the kitchen run out of plates?”

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Jul 6 2018, 02:23 PM   Link Quote
Sawyer was well versed in cooling charms in order to make a section of his multi-level trunk what you might think of as a refrigerator. It didn't keep foods for very long; maybe a day or so, before they went bad. Even repeated cooling charms didn't work very well in the magical world he found, which was somewhat disappointing to the young man. It was much like the thought that mp3 players and stereos didn't work at Hogwarts. As someone who didn't know about the wizarding world until his mother took him and his father to Diagon Alley when he was nine years old, this was ridiculous to Sawyer. Like, why wouldn't wizards and witches also have all of the current, up to date muggle items? It certainly should have been the best of both worlds.

For now, he was stuck using the kitchens as his main resource for storing foods. It was made easier by the fact he was a Slytherin and the kitchens weren't terribly far away. So in big black letters from the use of a Sharpie - Sawyer wasn't letting all muggle things go to waste - he would write messages on the containers of his food and leave it in the kitchens. For the most part, people stayed away from his food. Which was good, since Sawyer Kingsman would have probably found the person and hexed them. Or jinxed them. Whatever floated his boat at the moment. It really wasn't that hard to stay away from other people's things, was it?

Said the boy who was currently eating a pie someone unknown had made. No matter. Sawyer used the rules and twisted them to fit what he wanted.It wasn't as if he made them, anyway. Looking over to the boy who had entered the common room through the door, rather than from the staircase as Sawyer had orignially thought, the snake took another bite, chewed carefully and swallowed. "Don't be jealous, Riordan." His voice was smooth and even though he used the last name of his roommate, Sawyer still smirked at him. "I just didn't want to share with you, of course."

Sawyer took another bite of the strawberry pie, the sweet stickness filling his senses as he swallowed, adding, "Or anyone else. Now people will think twice about wanting a slice." Eyeing his housemate another moment as his tongue licked the filling off the fork, he asked, "What'd you go do, jump in the lake to kiss the squid?"


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