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School Grounds - Late Morning

For the most part Neil had been able to avoid the strangeness from this past weekend and he was fairly grateful for this fact. However, after both his notebook and his desk lamp both turned into pies (coconut creme and blueberry respectively) he decided that it was time to get out of the dorm for a little bit.

Changing in to shorts a thermal shirt and sweatshirt, Neil went down to the gym and hunted up a soccer ball then he headed out onto an open grassy spot outside. Sure it was cold out but the sun was shinning and what was cold for this area was positively tropical for someone used to Vermont winters.

"No changing into a pie." He muttered at the ball as he dropped it onto his knee for a couple of bounces before letting it fall down between his sneakers. A little exercise might be just the thing...and in the meantime, if his schoolwork would stop turning into a pie, Neil would be okay with that also!

[open! As I celebrate the lack of auditors and general annoying management today. :)]

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There was a football and Peter was done with classes for the day. Of course he was summoned outside.

He grinned at the other boy, thanking God he didn't remember him from the weekend. "Neil, right? Going to play some football?"

Hearing his name Neil spun around the ball resting against the side of his foot and he smiled at the other boy.

"Hello! It seemed like too good a day to waste inside." Only someone from the North would say such a thing, really.

"Neil Perry, yep you have it right and you also have the advantage of me." He said in a good natured tone and cocked his foot against the soccerball in an unspoken queary to Peter about his desire to have a crack at it.

Peter was rather used to a winter spent either outdoors or a big stone castle so the weather didn't seem too bad to him either.

"Peter Pevensie," he said, jogging over to offer Neil a hand. "Sorry, I think we met in the Common Room one night, and that was it." He glanced at the football and started moving back again with a grin definitely saying 'let's play.' "We just need McKnight now. He's always ready for football."

Reaching out to take Peter's hand in a firm but not competative grip, Neil smiled brightly.

"That's right! We did but...yeah, sometimes this school seems huge, despite it being on an island." He agreed a little ruefully and with a neat paw with the ball of his foot he kicked the ball backwards and then jogged back to catch it.

Putting some distance between them, Neil grinned fiendishly at Peter's expression and started to come towards him, dribbling the ball neatly between his feet as he looked for a way around Peter.

"He might hear the sound of sneakers on a soccer ball and come down yet!" Neil called out as he approached. His attitude was one of the more the merrier, especially when football was concerned!

"Seemed that way to me too at first," Peter said. "Gets better, promise you that much. At least, you get to know everyone's name."

He kept his feet light, watching Neil's body ~~not dirty omg~~ for clues on where he was going. Peter hadn't done more than kick the ball around for quite a while so he probably wasn't going to steal, but he could give a good run at least.

"With McKnight? Totally possible. Even if he's a Yank, he knows the good game."

Since Neil's frame had never been suited to any of the traditional 'Yank' boys' sports, he'd grown up rowing and with soccer and even though he'd been away from Welton for almost a year now, he'd kept his form with practice, practice, practice. However, as this was a friendly pick up, he didn't try to just blow by Peter or show off and instead, he kicked it off ahead of both of them so that they could both run for it.

"Hey, I resemble that remark." Neil called out playfully in response to the 'yank' comment but he was grinning as he darted after the ball.

"It's a bit overwhelming though...with everything else going on."

After spending the better part of yesterday hiding in her room, Isabel decided the best way to face people was armed with coffee. So she took a walk to the Perk for the largest mocha they could provide.

Heading back to school she stopped when she saw Peter. Blushing brightly, she waved.

Running after the ball was something that Peter was good at and he took off at a friendly pace to chase down the ball.

"Yes, well, some of you are learning," Peter said with a wink. "Everything else? You mean classes?"

Oh, hey, there was that blush. Also the tripping over his feet. "Morning, Isabel," Peter said.

"So how was your weekend?" Isabel asked, stuggling to keep a straight face. "I spent mine hiding in my room reading. Honestly." Denial, it wasn't just a river in Eygpt.

"I'm getting pretty used to my classes." Neil admitted falling back a step when he saw that Peter had a better line on the ball and he would have to play sweeper which had been his position back at Welton.

"I meant more stuff like this past weekend...and the fact that my desklamp is now a blueberry pie."

Peter took a second to realise what she was saying, almost actually meeting her eyes in shock and then grinned. "You probably have most of your homework done then, hmm? I tried to finish all mine."

"Exactly. I mean all that time alone? I got tons of work done," she replied, returning the grin. "The worst part were some really bizarre dreams that make me feel like I need to apologize to people."

And Peter tripped when he heard mention of the weekend. Catching himself quickly, he touched the ball, playing with it for a second to get the feel into his feet.

"Hmmm, pie, yes, one of my library books is as well. Hopefully it'll turn back so the librarian doesn't send Zero after me with her mallet," He shrugged and started dribbling the ball at Neil, planning on cutting right once he got close. "Things like that always happen around here. We had pudding rain once."

As Neil had actually spent most of the weekend in his room doing his homework, he didn't make a connection between his mention of the weekend and Peter's tripping.

Instead, he was moving backwards, eyes focused on Peter's hips ~~Not!Dirty~~ as he tried to read which way the other boy was going to go with the ball.

"Pudding? Is this place obsessed with food or something like that?"

Regaining his equilibrium a bit, Peter grinned at the question and darted right. "Apparently. Which seems about right since most of us do here too. But there were frogs once. And little kittens."

"So very odd. I had a few dreams like that myself," Peter agreed. "I'm glad they weren't true or I'd never forgive myself."

Neil faked a toe jab towards the ball but Peter was pretty quick even as he tried to turn around and make the steal.

"It rained little kittens? Didn't that get kinda...you know...messy and...traumatic?"

"No, no," Peter said, trying a fancier behind-the-foot move and bobbling the ball. "They just appeared and then clung to whoever had milk. The frogs didn't rain either sadly enough. They were traumatising enough on their own."

Willow had gone out to get life-giving coffee and sugar and was now on her way back to the dorms.

She paused when she saw Peter and someone who looked awfully familar.

Peter grinned when he realised the particular redhead who was walking past was Willow. "Morning, Lady," he said with a grin as he bounded up to her.

Willow smiled when she saw him. "Morning, my knight. Is it footie season already?"

It was the comment about the kittens, clinging that contributed to Neil being a step behind and thus effectively faked out by the decoy and he had to shake his head as he quickly tried to capture the bobbled ball.

"Again with the theme of food." Neil remarked. "So, little kittens, frogs, pudding, pies...Mr. Keating would have loved this place."

"And why not?" Peter asked. "Beautiful day at least."

"This day is very rocketship," Willow agreed. "Shall I get my hanky?"

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