A Forgetful Winter ;;Liander;;

[Liander Hughes]

How exactly did he get himself out of this mess he'd just got himself into? He wanted to be able to just tell her but what happened if she reacted badly? What happened if the truth grossed her out or something? The last thing he needed was her spreading around to all the Slytherin's the truth about him - anything could find it's way to the ears of his siblings, and thus, his parents.

But then, was Scar just 'another Slytherin' like he'd first thought? She was standing there with her robes transfigured yellow after practically shouting at the top of her lungs how fascinating muggles were... Normal Slytherin? Hardly. But that didn't mean she'd take the truth well...

Liander didn't know whether to laugh at the way she was trying to flex her arm muscles or not. She was hardly about to resort to violence to get such a pointless bit of information out of him, but still. "Why not chocolate first..?" He trailed off, knowing that it would be useless. She seemed to have her mind set on getting the truth out of him at that moment.

”Are you an alien?”

Liander thought his eyes were about to pop out of his head at the unexpectedness of that question. He looked at with a sort of 'what are you on?' look on his face as she kept on talking. "Yeah, Scar... That's my big secret... I'm actually a little green martian with four eyes and goggley tentacles. You've worked me out." Sarcasm oozed from every word and he gave another over dramatic gesture before grinning at her. "But seriously... an alien? Are you feeling alright?" He put one hand against her forehead as if he was gauging her temperature. "Yeah you're burning up a lot. I think we'll have to trade in that hot chocolate for some ice cream."

Liander shook his head before reaching out with both hands and spinning Scar around so that they could continue their way down the corridor. He kept his hands on her shoulders and all but marched them the last few steps towards the portrait of the fruit bowl. Without hesitating, he reached for Scar's hand and lifted it level with the pear the let go. "You do it." He said, stepping back, aware that he hadn't told her exactly what it is she was even supposed to do.

"So... How exactly does avoiding relationship related questions bring you to the conclusion that I must be extraterrestrial?" He couldn't help but find that whole little scene that had just happened rather amusing.

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Scar was a little taken aback that he was playing the sarcasm card on her. For all she knew, he could have been an alien. She pursed her lips into a thin line as he offered her a mock-admission of his extra-terrestrial nature. Then she cracked a smile, realizing just how silly she had sounded indeed. But that was the way that Scar was, it was the way that she had always been. If something popped into her mind, she wasn’t afraid to say it, no matter how crazy it might have seemed to the outside listening ear. She was glad for that little talent of hers, it set her even further apart from the rest of the Slytherins.

”You know -”

[/b] She laughed slightly as he felt her forehead, trying to determine if she had a temperature, ”Aliens can look normal. They have to blend in to not be discovered.”[/b] Oh yes, she was positive that she sounded like a loony even more now than she had before. But Liander didn’t seem to care, he was grinning like the goof-ball she figured that he always was, ”So you could still be an ET...”[/b] She raised one eyebrow and then attempted to bite his hand as he took it away from her forehead.

Realizing that he was toying with her about her high temperature, she put her hand against her forehead and forced her smile lost some of it’s luster for theatrics’ sake, ”I hope I’m not getting sick.”[/b] She mused and then added a cough for emphasis, ”Good thing ice cream is a cure-all.”[/b] She knew that the entire Slytherin team would give her hell for eating junk food before a match, but she wasn’t sure that she could help herself. The prospect of ice-cream sounded delicious right now. Especially some sherbet or something.

He had a firm grip on her arms before she knew what was happening and she was being steered in the opposite direction. Well, she had to admit that when Liander wanted to change the subject, he certainly had a forceful way of going about things. Then they stopped. She was about eye-level with the rounded bottom of the pair.

”Excuse me...”[/b] She pulled her hand away from his and then looked over at him with raised eyebrows, ”You want me to what?”[/b] She asked with a laugh. What was she supposed to do with her hand? She bit down on her lip and turned her attention to the pear that was in front of her. With a shrug of her shoulder, she reached out and poked it.

Nothing happened.

She rubbed it as if it was a lost puppy just looking for a friendly face.

Nothing. Not even a movement.

Then she attempted to punch it. As hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that her hand stung a little bit after she moved away, ”OW!”[/b] She practically yelled, swinging her hand back and forth in frustration.

The pear seemed to give a little shake of anger, but still, nothing completely out of the ordinary happened.

She was still shaking her hand out when he asked his next question, ”You’re hiding something. That much is obvious.”[/b] Scarlet reached up and tapped the pair twice. Nothing. She was beginning to get frustrated with the apparently magical fruit. Perhaps it was broken. She leaned against the portrait, eyeing Liander up and down for a moment, trying to gauge him, ”So...what do most people like to hide? Their life as an alien or the size of their bloody-”[/b] She slipped down the wall, her fingertips brushing the pear ever so slightly as she fell to her knees. Then the pear laughed. It laughed at her and swung open, revealing the entrance to the Kitchen she had been so desperate for.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liander Hughes]

Liander stopped Scar right in front of the portrait of the fruit bowl and stepped back with an amused expression. The confusion on her face was instantaneous and it just made him grin. "Open it." He replied cryptically. He wasn't about to tell her how to get into the kitchen, but he would point her in the right direction, she could figure out the rest. Hopefully, trying to solve this little puzzle would be enough to distract her from her questioning.

He watched as Scar poked and prodded at the pear, and he brought one hand up and pressed his fingers across his mouth to try and cover his amusement. Then Scar tried to hit it. Liander snickered but quickly bit down on his finger to shut himself up, counting to five while she swung her hand around. Curiosity was still getting the better of him though and he just couldn't quite grasp where she got the alien idea from.

"I'm not hiding anything, per say. Simply omitting it." Which… was kind of the truth… More like he was just bluntly turning the conversation in any other direction he could think.

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "The size of their what?" He laughed and shook his head. This girl got stranger and stranger. However, she had managed to open the door to the kitchens and Liander saw the look on her face. He grinned. "You have no idea how you just did that, do you?"


Liander stepped forward and held out a hand to pull her to her feet. Even from here he could already see the house elves bustling around. "Hot choc and ice cream time?"

((Sorry it's crap D: I hit another museless rut))

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”In my mind, omitting is just as bad as hiding.”

[/b] Scar said as she stared at the pear curiously. She hated it. She decided right then and there, if it was possible for her to hate a painting, then she hated this pear. It was beyond stubborn, that was for sure, and she had no idea what she was doing. She was sure that she could sit there and poke at it all day and still not figure it out. It was eluding her like she was the plague. Hiding things...this pear was certainly hiding things - hiding the way inside to the kitchen where she was sure there were cookies, hot chocolate, marshmallows, and ice cream waiting for her and her new Hufflepuff friend. She wanted in...so badly. Her stomach gave a rather loud growl and she felt herself blush slightly. Scar looked up at Liander and tried to make puppy-dog eyes, but the distraction caused her to fall.

”The size of their wands, of course.”[/b] She said as she looked up at him from the ground and offered him a weak smile followed by a wink. She wasn’t normally so odd around people, but she just felt like Liander was more than happy to play the little game that she was playing, and she was taking full advantage of it. If Lance ever saw her like this, he would have her head...on a silver platter. She bit down on her lip and then heard the screeching of wood as something opened. Scar’s eyes snapped upwards: The portrait swung open revealing the way to the kitchens and she smiled widely. So...that was how you were supposed to do it, ”Of course I know what I did.”[/b] Scar lied and shrugged her shoulders. She honestly had no idea what she had done, but she did know that if she slid down the wall and attempted the fall the same way every time, there was a good chance that she would be able to open it a second time and possibly a third...and hopefully by then, someone would have taken pity on her and showed her the real way to open the Kitchens.

She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up so that she was standing next to him. She didn’t let go, instead giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Then she broke contact and strolled through the kitchen, consumed by the idea of ice cream and hot chocolate.

It had never really occured to Scar Blackwood who cooked all the food at Hogwarts. She had never really worried about it until now. But as she stood in the kitchens, surrounded by bustling house elves, she was in shock. Or awe. She wasn’t quite sure which. She shook her head, trying to draw herself out of her thoughts, ”Do you just-”[/b] She leaned closer to Liander so that she could whisper, ”Ask for food...or-”[/b] She wasn’t sure how any of this worked, having never been down here before. Perhaps she could just think of what she wanted and they would bring it to her...?[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liander Hughes]

Liander sighed and looked away. Omitting wasn't any better, that was true, but still he just didn't know how to really deal with this kind of situation... He wasn't used to people picking up that there was something he was hiding and being as persistent for answers as this girl was being, and Liander just didn't know whether he could trust her with something like this. "It's just not that easy." He half muttered.

Scar was pretty adamant that she knew exactly what she'd done to get into the kitchen, but that didn't seem like the case. It was more just luck that she's caught the pear in just the right way for it to be 'tickled'. Liander just raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh... so if I closed it back over you'd be able to open it easy peasy, huh?"

She grabbed his hand and he helped tug her to her feet, surprised when she didn't immediately let go. One thing was clear though, she was pretty wowed by the kitchens. That much was clear from the look on her face when she looked around, watching the house elves as they bustled around busily.

Liander placed a hand on her waist and nudged her forward and into the kitchen."You'll see." He whispered back. He didn't know why he was whispering exactly, but it was probably just because she was. He led her into the room and the portrait swung shut behind then with a click. That click was enough to catch the attention of several of the closest house elves who looked over to the two of them, huge smiles splitting over their pointed faces.

Within a few seconds half a dozen little elves had flocked around them, gazing up with wide eyes and asking what 'Mr Liander and Miss would like'. Liander grinned and looked over at Scar. Now if being on first name basis with the elves didn't prove he'd been here a time or two he didn't know what would.

He looked at Scar expectantly and raised an eyebrow again.