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Ianto Jones, Welsh, Slytherin 5th year. And that's about it. submit | paras | ooc posts | author ((tip: tags appear when you hover over the post))

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Some Tea by the Lake | Open

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Harriet grimaced a bit. “Not really, but I haven’t exactly gotten much practice. Dad was never that keen on letting his little girl handle dangerous muggle weapons…”

John, of course, had been encouraged to, but he wasn’t really the sort for guns. If asked, Harriet wasn’t bitter at all, even though she thought muggle weapons were way more convenient than always having to remember a spell and a wand move. A thought came to her head, and she made up her mind to see if she could make friends with this guy who seemed to know more about muggle fighting than she did, so that perhaps she could learn some herself.

Taking a breath, she tapped into her courage and asked. “Um, do you think you could teach me?”

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Ianto frowned sympathetically, "That's too bad, mate. My parents aren't really aware as to how much I've practiced at the gun range. I think they think I'm just spending some quality time with my uncle, or whatever."

God knows if his parents realised he was spending his free time with men and women twice his size in hand-to-hand combat (which he never really got the hang of) and guns big enough to take off the roof of a car, they'd ship him off to some sort of padded room for safety. He appreciated his parents' care, but coddling their only child was really becoming an old and not entertaining cliche.

Ianto blinked at the request, "I can't see why not. Although there's something about the atmosphere down here that's ruining my shot. The bullets just keep ricocheting off invisible forcefields or something."

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Some Tea by the Lake | Open

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“Well, I’m glad you made it!” Harriet laughed, happy that someone else could be spared staying at home when they could be at Hogwarts. Hell, if Harriet had been stuck with that she would’ve run off before she’d be stuck with her parents.

Still eying the gun and equipment cautiously, Harriet sat back down and motioned for Ianto to join her on the grass. “So are you a good shot?” 

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"Yeah, this place is a universe different from back home, I can tell you that. Definitely a lot more interesting, but a little bit of a pain for my Muggle technology." Ianto shook his gun as an example. It was getting increasingly difficult for a number of his belongings - his phone, his laptop, his sewing machine - the longer he stayed here and it was an understatement to say it was a inconvenience.

Ianto smirked a little and straightened his posture smugly, "Very. How about you?"

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Night Stalking || Freya and Ianto

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Stifling a laugh, Freya broke into a half skip half run up to the paved courtyard entrance, Ianto’s coat flapping in the wind as she left him behind her. Swivelling on the spot, she jerked her head signalling for Ianto to catch up to her. “If we hurry up, we’ll completely avoid Filch and Mrs Norris”. Glancing to her watch then back to castle, peering at it as though she had x-ray vision, “At this time, those two are usually on patrol in the dungeons”. 

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Ianto quickened his pace to catch up, paying half his attention to how his breath made little puffs of white in the cool night air. Freya was not only surprisingly strong but also fast and Ianto thanked his long legs for being able to match her stride. Although having archiving and tailoring as hobbies probably wasn't doing much for his fitness, despite the occasional hockey game and police training with his uncle. "Do you guys only have two people patrolling the campus? That doesn't seem like a good system."

Years worth of school camps taught Ianto that no matter how many teachers stay out and how long they stay up, the students would find a way to sneak out of their respective rooms to do... god knows what.

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Night Stalking || Freya and Ianto

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Smiling back apologetically she shrugged, “I really don’t think I’m the best person to ask that. Human interaction…confuses me sometime!” Giving him some of his own medicine, cause the boy look a little down himself, Freya punched him lightly back on the arm. A grin effusing over her face, “There we’re even now!”

 “I’d like to keep all my limbs if possible with this experiment,” shuddering at the unpleasant thought, Freya patted herself down as though she already had a bullet in her body. Quirking her head in surprise, Ianto didn’t know about the Room of Requirement? Inhaling deeply she had planned to bombard him with question but thought the better of. Oh wait, he’ only new Freya, she thought, Give the boy a break.

 Rounding the Herbology Green houses, she chuckled in amusement at Ianto’s question, “Dear Lord! No, no! It’s not Filch’s personal quarters. There somewhere on the bottom floor of the castle. No, the Room of Requirement is one of the many secret rooms in Hogwarts. It only appears to someone if they are in a real need of it. Apparently the Room would transform or provide this someone with what they sought”. Recalling some of the castle’s history, her brow knitted together in confusion. “We may have hit a dead end though. It was said that during the Second Wizarding War that part of the Room was destroyed. Therefore, Im not entirely sure the room still exists”. Looking up at Ianto, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes, “We could still check it out. That’s if you want to.”

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"Hey, ow!" Ianto laughed and rubbed his own arm, "You sure pack a punch. And don't worry, we can be confusing human interaction mates, or something. Although that does make us sound like aliens. Probing aliens. Yeugh." Ianto pulled a face.

Eyes widening in surprise, Ianto listened with rapt attention. He had never heard of anything even remotely similar to that. He had been meaning to learn more about Hogwarts considering he had to live there, but the unfamiliar and frankly, unwelcoming environment drove him to think that knowing as little as possible about the campus would aid him. "That's brilliant! How does it work? Is it telepathically connected? Is there like a sign-up sheet or something?"

Ianto deflated a little in disappointment when Freya said it may not exist anymore but perked back up again at the suggestion, "Okay, let's! Exploring for a room that gives you anything you want is better than going back to the dorms and listening to a bunch of guys snoring."

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Some Tea by the Lake | Open

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“Hey, it’s not that bad!” Harriet feigned offense. She had hunted before, when she was younger and running off with friends on muggle hunting trips had been a far better alternative than spending the weekend with her family.

She hummed curiously. An actual gun? Now that was exciting… “So does your uncle not trust the security here at Hogwarts?”

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Ianto smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I lived in the city most of the time and my grandparents had a very 'only animals bred to be eaten should be eaten' attitude at the farm."

Scoffing loudly, Ianto rolled his eyes, "That's putting it mildly. It's not my uncle so much as my parents. I mean, sending me here this year took a lot of convincing."

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“Uniforms aren’t meant to be fashionable,” Greg stated, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Honestly, it’s easier to just follow the rules than to argue about them. Nobody wants detention, especially not with Filch.”

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"I suppose you have a point," Ianto nodded and conceded, "I think the only time I've had a detention was that time I brought a magazine to school and it sort of... blew up the second lab. But it was an accident, so I was let off."

Ianto blanked at the name, "Filch?"

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“When you’re in class,” he began, furrowing his brow in contemplation. What an odd question. “When you’re in class, you’re supposed to be wearing your robes. You’ll most likely get a detention for breaking that rule no matter what. When you’re in your common room or your dorm, though, I guess you can wear whatever you like, as long as it’s not inappropriate.”

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Ianto pulled a face, "Apologies for the attitude. Going to a Catholic school sort of drills the idea that long, black robes has something to do with demons and whatnot. But on a less religious note, they're an eyesore."

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Night Stalking || Freya and Ianto

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Her face long, still bothered about her whole curse situation it wasn’t until Ianto punched her on the arm that her expression changed. “Hey!” she yelped, confusion and irritation tint her voice. Watching his face light up  at her reaction, either he liked giving her a good whack without any reason to or Ianto was trying to cheer her up. Freya was going to go with the last option. Boys! Freya thought, shaking her head. She never really got why boy’s thought the hitting each other made people feel better. 

“Really! You’ll teach me!” Surprised at his approval, a twinkle in her eyes. Hopefully, Freya wouldn’t give Ianto any regret about wanting to play with the dangerous Muggle weapon. “We could probably go to somewhere in Hogsmead and try it out…but I’m not sure if that will still work seeing Hogsmead is a magical community. There would still be enchantments around the place stopping Muggle contraptions”. Scratching her chin  in thought, it suddenly came to her, “What about the Room of Requirement?”

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"Sorry!" Ianto grinned apologetically, hoping Freya's expression was one of amusement and not of exasperation, "It's just-- well, I thought, isn't that how to make people feel better? Or?" Ianto fiddled with the chain of his fob watch, trying to stem the awkwardness.

"Of course. It's pretty dangerous though, so you have to be super careful. One wrong move and you've got a hole in your foot, and believe me, it isn't pretty," Ianto nodded at Freya's suggestions and cocked his head to one side, "Room of Requirement? What is that, like, the caretaker's storage room?"

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Some Tea by the Lake | Open

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“Hm?” Harriet scrunched her eyebrows together. “What ever would you need those for? Trying to catch a free-range meal?” She really didn’t care what people did in the forest, as long as they stayed safe, but seeing someone besides Hagrid carry a gun so openly was pretty unusual. Granted, it was way safer to have a gun or knife than a wand, so she did give him a measure of respect for that.

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"Gosh no," Ianto laughed lightly, "Hunting is barbaric and frankly, extremely unhygienic,"

He pulled out his pistol and released the magazine just in case. It was a lot lighter than the standard issue pistols US security forces and didn't blow up if handled incorrectly - something else standard issue US pistols had been notorious for doing, "My uncle used to teach me how to shoot and he sent me some supplies in case I was getting soft,"

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A Mishap in the Kitchen | Open

Ianto wiped an oily hand on his pants, grimacing at the peanut butter stains they left. He still hadn’t really grown accustomed to “magic cleans things” rather than dry-cleaning and treated his outfits like he had back home. Any sort of stain or discoloration would have to be fixed in a Muggle sort of fashion. He’d usually stop half-way through a bleaching session before remembering - oh right, cleaning charms. Duh.

Despite this, Ianto still snickered as he replaced the jars of peanut butter with his own concoction. It only took him two hours to make several liters of it without the help of magic. In fact, all of the ingredients were Muggle-based. The only thing magic about it was the delay. Upon two minutes after consumption, whoever ate the peanut butter would realise it was incredibly hot and drinking water would only make it worse. It was hardly the most cunning or extravagant prank Ianto had done - all it required was making sure no one was allergic to the particular spice and swapping out the regular peanut butter for his own.

Ianto trembled a little as he scooped spoonful after spoonful of both spreads into corresponding containers. It was in the early hours of the morning and the idea of Ianto finally playing his first prank was making him fidget. He wasn’t even entirely sure the students used this peanut butter in the Great Hall but why else would the kitchen stock this much of the spread together?

Another uncertainty was how Ianto would use - or dispose - the large amount of regular peanut butter he was left with. He could probably feed an army of rats for months with the amount he was gathering. Through these thoughts, Ianto heard the distinct noise of the kitchen door at the other side of the room opening. He cursed internally and threw a table cloth over the items and stepped behind a giant vat of… something with bated breath.

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Greg smiled sympathetically. Somehow, none of that surprised him at all. “Well, if you have any questions, I’m your guy.” He grinned, pointing at the gleaming Prefect badge on his lapel.

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Ianto forced his face to stay nonchalant. He didn't like to be judgemental - okay, that was a lie - but the prefects back home were just power-hungry slackers. Greg, however, had seemed like a genuinely nice guy so far so Ianto decided not to let his past experiences cloud his opinion. "How many times can I wear a suit before the teachers begin to get really mad?"

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Some Tea by the Lake | Open

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“Just trying to settle down from the day.” Harriet sighed, rubbing her forehead. She was getting a bit of a headache, and she prayed it stayed light enough that it wouldn’t interrupt her conversation. She looked curiously at all he was carrying, asking, “What do you have there? It seems like quite an armful.”

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"Headache?" Ianto asked and watched as the girl grimaced slightly and sympathized with her. The entire atmosphere of the school was unfamiliar and therefore unwelcoming, playing on his nerves, giving him constant migraines. He blinked at the question. It seemed a little bit ridiculous to lie so he kept it simple, "Just a gun and some targets."

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Strange Accents and Stranger Technology | Ianto & Loki

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At the mention of the television, a flicker of recognition passed over Loki’s face. “I have heard about these televisionsin my Muggle Studies class - although I have yet to see one with my own two eyes. In Asgard we prefer more… primative forms of entertainment.” It was true - much like many wizarding families, things like books or each others company were the only sources of amusement in Asgard. Not that Loki thought that a bad thing; when he was at home one of the most likely places to find him would be in the library.

When Ianto commented on Asgard, Loki let out a light laugh. “I am not surprised you have not heard of my realm before. The student you met is my brother; and as hard as he would try to explain, it is near-impossible for someone outside of Asgard to understand where our home lies. It is Unplottable - therefore only Asgardians know its true location. Many have tried to guess, but guesswork is all you will find in the books written about the land.”

As Ianto introduced himself, Loki smiled, extending his hand. “Loki Odinson. Good to meet you, Ianto.”

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Ianto waved at his laptop screen, "If I can get the internet working, I could show you some photos or the like." It had been quite a while since Ianto had been able to access the internet and it was slowly straining him - not knowing what was going on back home. His uncle's occasional letters were hardly enlightening, "Primitive? What do you guys do, put two guys in gladiator suits and make them battle it out in an arena?" Ianto asked jokingly.

Ianto frowned at the prospect of not knowing something. It was highly immature, but it still bothered him. Surely there must be some way to find the place. If not, how exactly did anyone get there? Ianto stemmed the confusion from showing up on his face and shook Loki's hand instead, "He's your brother? You two don't look alike at all."

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Night Stalking || Freya and Ianto

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With a sigh, her gaze returned to Ianto as he spoke. Maybe what he said was the truth but Freya’s past was too complicated for her to accept it. Even now with certain select people in knowledge of her secret she still felt insecure and worried that any moment they’d blab and her some-what peaceful existence would crumble around her. “Maybe”, she murmured in response, not entirely sure which statement or question she was answering.

Continuing their walk along the grounds, which had remained silent for several minutes as Freya considered Ianto’s speech, at last Freya spoke. “So your lethal with a gun,” she queried, cocking her head to one side. “Could you teach me to use one?”

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"Hey," Ianto smiled awkwardly and lightly punched her arm. That was meant to make people feel better, right? He had never exactly been good with cheering people up or the like and it seemed like Freya's mood had deflated. It made Ianto feel uncomfortable - partly because he wasn't sure what to do.

Ianto looked up at the question, "Sure, why not?"

He thought back to the package his uncle had sent him - a good semi-automatic pistol that would be easy to start with. Although, he hadn't been able to actually find any rooms where the makeshift target harnesses would stay up. Or a room where the gun would work for that matter.

"We'd have to go somewhere not on campus, though, because I think the magic interferes with guns. I tried it out a couple of days ago and all the gun did was fly out of my hands intermittently."