Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Afternoon]

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

The facts were these: Young Ned had found his way into the common room again after getting bored of his room. He'd come with the intention of baking and, yes, there was something cooking in the oven (but he wasn't going to just reveal his pie choice today).

There was something different about today. Today, Ned had the hiccups. Now, as a boy at Longburrow, he'd been made to just wait them out.

Now, without that supervision, he could try to get rid of them. So, he'd looked up some hiccup cures and was currently attempting to stand on his hand and recite the alphabet in the middle of the common room.

It wasn't working.

Yet.

[Open, of course!]

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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Very aww," he agreed. "We made friends and um, he...drank punch with me."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Dogs drink punch?" she asked, tilting her head.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"This one did?" he tried.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Did he talk too?" she asked, because if he was drinking punch it was totally possible.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"It...talked," Ned said. "Sorta."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"How?" she asked. "Did it make friends with Digby?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"How did it talk?" Ned asked. "With it's mouth."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I mean how did it sorta talk," she clarified. "You said 'sorta.'"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Well, it glared too," he said, grasping at straws on that one.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"It glared? It don't sound too friendly," she said pensively.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't too bad," Ned said quickly. "I'm mean, look, I'm fine. All good. Same old Ned."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Did it try to hurt you?" she worried.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Not really," he said, sounding as nonchalant as someone like him could. "I'm fine. Not a bump on me."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?" she asked fretfully.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," he said, nodding. "Do I look fine?"

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You look like Ned," she replied.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"...which is good?" Ned asked.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"It's good," she said, nodding.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Then, don't worry," he said, shrugging. "There's nothing new wrong with me."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"As long as that dog weren't too mean to you," she said, nodding.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"He wasn't," Ned said. "Don't worry. I dealt with a dog. I didn't do anything important. Not worth spending time thinking about."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I think so," she argued. "I care 'bout what happens to you."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to," he said, looking almost uncomfortable. "I mean, I'm not that important."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"But you are to me," she said gently.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"But I'm not..." He flailed a little. "...good enough for that type of thing."