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Third Floor Common Room; Thursday, Noonish.

This was a pretty bizarre phenomenon. Chad was up by noonish, when he didn't have to be. But the place seemed so dead during the holiday break that the quiet seemed to live as its own entity that kept him from being the usual dead log he was through these breaks. It was unsettling, and staying in his room only made it worse. He went to the common room, grabbed something to eat and can of vegetable juice to drink before taking over the couch, guitar in his lap, softly playing some nice, drawling Spanish chords. He hoped the sound of the music would maybe draw people out. If not, if they weren't conflicted with the Silence Sleeping Disorder that he was, well, then, at least he'd get in some practise, as well as think about the fact that new kids were coming in soon. He could start his new band soon maybe...

[[ open as common rooms be! I might disappear for shopping, but not for a bit. Also, my espresso percolator broke yesterday! I had to make my coffee the conventional way! THE HORROR! *chugs anyway* ]]

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Ron wandered into the common room more likely searching for food than the music. He gave the tall guy a friendly wave as he got a pop tart out of the vending machine. "How's it going? You're Chad, right?"

With a grunt of greeting, Chad lifted in chin in his usual response back, especially since he couldn't exactly wave while continuing to play his guitar. It was starting to sound increasingly like a Spanish-influenced version of Hotel California. "Yeah," he said, after a moment of deciding against bothering with the complications of the fact of his name, and after taking a moment to try to remember the redhead's name. He knew they'd talked about it. He just couldn't...

Oh, wait. He was starting to remember now, he thought, although he was still very, very uncertain as he asked, "...is it...Bill? Something like that?" Short for Bilius, or something, if he recalled.

"Ron, actually," he said with a shrug as he grabbed a spot on the couch. "You bored out of your nut as well? I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm looking forward to whatever insane class I end up in next semester."

Bill. Ron. Close enough. Chad grunted again as he nodded. "Yeah. I hate when it's so quiet around here. S'like...limbo. Eerie..."

"Yeah. Never know when some bizarre thing is going to leap out at you," Ron said looking suspiciously around the room. "Especially this school."

Chad's head tilted, as if he'd never quite thought of it that way, but Bill here did have a good point.

In fact, almost as if on cue, it seemed to be at that given moment that, seemingly out of no where, having made his way from the room and following the sounds of Chad's guitar, Prince Oscar Pedro, naked and hairless as usual with the exception of a ridiculously bulky pea-green sweater that he seemed to be drowning in, had leaped up onto the back of the chair and let out a slightly hoarse meow in the vicinity of Ron's ear.

Ron yelped and jumped away from the couch. He yanked out his wand and assumed a defensive stance as he looked at the bizarre creature in front of him.

"What in the blazes is that?"

Faced with a wand, Prince Oscar Pedro tilted his head curiously. His big round eyes looked at Ron for a moment and then he flopped comfortably onto his stomach on the back of the couch, started purring noisily, and reached a paw out to bat at what he could only assume was a new toy.

"That's Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun," Chad explained, nonplussed and vaguely unconcerned, "the Third. That's my cat."

Prince Oscar Pedro let out a meow of confirmation, and purred some more.

Ron's face scrunched up a bit in confusion as he watched the cat play with the end of his wand. "Are you sure about that?"

It looked like someone had skinned Crookshanks.

"...Yes?" The question came from the fact that Chad was confused that anyone wouldn't be, as the expression clearly expressed. If it wasn't hidden entirely by his hair as he looked over at Ron.

Prince Oscar Pedro seemed oblivious to everything except the wand, lightly batting at the tip and then, slightly, pulling back, as if ready to bolt off the couch at the first sign of trouble.

"No offense mate," Ron said as he cautiously lowered his arm. "But I've never seen a cat like that. It looks like a house-elf wearing a sweater."

"That's his Christmas present," Chad said, glad that the sweater had been noticed. "He really likes it."

He didn't. Prince Oscar Pedro only stopped complaining about it because Chad didn't seem to get the message and besides, there was a stick thing to pay attention to at the moment.

"He's a Sphinx breed," Chad continued. "They come with no hair, and I figured he was probably getting cold."

"He's not a mixture of anything else is he?" Ron asked suspiciously as he made no sudden moves in front of the cat.

Because damn... that thing looked like a feline version of Dobby.

"Could be?" Chad said, with a shrug of his shoulder an a look toward Prince Oscar Pedro. "I got him at a shelter, so it's not like he's got a pedigree or anything."

"Oh? I thought with a name like that he'd have a family history as long as my arm."

Which, compared to Chad's arm, wasn't that long at all.

"Well," Chad said, in a tone that meant it should explain everything, "I'm half-Mexican..."

Ron looked at Chad with a blank expression. "You'll have to forgive me, but I don't know what that means other than half of you is from Mexico."

"We like names," Chad said. "My abuello had, like, five of 'em."

Ron seemed to accept that fact and sat at the opposite side of the couch away from the cat. "Well I guess if that's what your family does it makes sense. We usually keep to naming our pets with just the one name though."

"Like what?" Chad asked, taking a break from the guitar to reach over and scritch between Prince Oscar Pedro's ears to keep him from feeling disappointment at Ron's abandonment. "The cats over at the music store just have one name, too, but I can never remember the one's name. Too boring. Need names people will remember. ~~Like Hugo.~~"

Edited 2007-12-27 17:55 (UTC)

"Well my owl is called 'Pig'," Ron replied. "And my rat who wasn't really wasn't a rat was called 'Scabbers'. My mate Harry's got an owl by the name of 'Hedwig' and Hermione's got a cat called 'Crookshanks'. ~~Who totally named the kid 'Hugo'. I had nothing to do with that.~~ I rather think those names aren't that boring."

Chad's head ducked a little bit, allowing himself to agree with Ron's point. "Yeah, they are pretty good. I like the owl named Pig. Kind of a mindtrip thing."

"Well his full name is 'Pigwidgeon', but that's a lot to say when you're shouting at him to stay still," Ron said as he eased back on the sofa and kicked his feet up.

"I had a parakeet once," Chad commented, because it seemed, to him, to be a perfect segue, really. "Only, it was infused with the soul of an orphan boy for a while. We had to get him out of there or else we'd probably all end up dead."

Now that Prince Oscar Pedro had hopped off the back of the couch and, purring up a storm still, curled up into a big pea-green ball of sweater next to Chad, Chad started to pluck the guitar again.

"You play any instruments?" he asked, seemingly out of no where, but, again, to him, the segue seemed entirely natural.

"Um. No," Ron said after giving Chad a blank stare for a few minutes. "We don't have to do anything with the cat to stay alive do we?"

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