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.

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[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

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

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"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.

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"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.

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

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You look like Ned," she replied.

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

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

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

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"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.

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"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."

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"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.

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

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"But you're my friend," she said, shrugging.

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"But, I'm just...not worth that," he said, frowning.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"That's my opinion," she replied.

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"You have bad taste," he said, laughing a little.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. "I hear that lots. But I just do what makes me happy."

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"You have bad taste in Ned's," he amended.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I don't know any others," she pointed out. "So from where I'm standin', I got good taste."

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Ned smiled a little and then turned back to the oven. "Pie's done."

He turned back around. "You have to close your eyes. You can't see my oven mitts."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Why?" she asked, but she closed her eyes, putting her hands over them for good measure.