Robin Hood

You don't need that, do you?

[robbinghood]

"Alright alright fair enough," Robin acquiesced, nodding. If he wasn't so tired, he'd try to talk the other lad into some mischief, but he did actually want to take a nap. "I'll just be over here then, mate."

[robbinghood]

Robin shrugged. "I'm confident in everything, love, that doesn't mean it wasn't a legitimate question." A smirk spread over his face at her request. He had a feeling that the same tactic he took with Tim in order to get him to give in to his use of 'love' wouldn't work on this frosty girl, but he was willing to try. "Sure, sweetums, plenty of nicknames where that came from."

[robbinghood]

got-the-magic-feather:

Tim sighed as Robin continued with the terrible nicknames.  As much as he wanted to continue arguing with Robin over these dumb nicknames, he knew that Robin was clearly not going to give in.  “Fine then, just stick with love and I may not punch you.  But no promises if you use that sugarplum bullshit." 

Robin’s smirk turned into a satisfied smile.  He looked like the cat that caught a canary, honestly.  “See, I knew you’d come around eventually!  Now that we’ve established that, love, whatcha doin’?”

[robbinghood]

Robin smirked.  “Guess you were tryin’ to impress me then, darlin’.”  He stood up and wandered over to her.  “May, right?  What’re you doing in the village, other than giving money to small humans?”  He grinned as he said it, endeared by the gesture despite his teasing.  Must be nice to have that much money to just hide below loaves of bread and give away, and even more impressive that May isn’t just hoarding it and spending it uselessly like everyone else he knew that had money to spare.

[robbinghood]

Robin nodded along. "Very lucky, although I am getting hit with a lot of that resting murder face over here." Absently, he wondered if Ziggy actually knew how to smile.

[robbinghood]

Robin grinned. “What a coincidence, so do mine.  I’m alright with a little mess, love, what’d’ya have in mind?”

[robbinghood]

“Well, yes, of course you are.  My point was that you simply getting a book doesn’t make it obvious that you’re a head girl.”  Robin shrugged, a teasing smile spreading over his face.  “For someone in Ravenclaw, love, I figured you’d catch on to that one.”

[robbinghood]

Robin put his hands up in surrender.  He was tempted to make a smart-ass comment about liking to be hurt, but figured that he liked all his body parts in the state that they were - not bruised and all still attached. “Wouldn’t you rather people say it out loud, though, rather than just thinkin’ it?  I know I always prefer it when people say what they’re thinking.”

[robbinghood]

Robin shrugged in response.  “My general rule of thumb is to call everyone ‘love’, and modify that depending on how much they look like they’re gonna accio my innards if I continue.  It’s worked so far.”  He held out a hand to the other, adding, “Robin Hood, at your service, love.”

[robbinghood]

Robin was somewhere around 60% sure that Ziggy was joking.  “Hence the ‘probably’.  You look like you’ve definitely killed anyone who’s pissed you off... Y’know, more than what I’m assuming is your standard state of slightly pissed off.  Unless I’m reading you wrong and you have resting murder face.  Like, resting bitch face, but with murder, get it?”

[robbinghood]

Robin grinned genuinely down at Moana.  Dramatically, he held out his hand and bowed.  “Robin Hood, at your service, love.  Gonna be a sixth year, Gryffindor, I like long walks in Hogsmeade and getting up to no good.”  Shrugging, he straightened up and added “Pfft, how boring would that be if you didn’t talk to strangers? You’d never have any friends.  What’re you entertaining yourself with today?”

[robbinghood]

Robin snickered.  Tim’s reaction was more than enough motivation to get Robin to keep making up awful pet names for him.  “I dunno, I think sugarplum is great!  Really indicative of your personality, sweetums.”  He shrugged.  “But see, I’m not everyone else, love.”

[robbinghood]

“I could sleep through a tornado, honestly.  And I was gonna people-watch a bit first, your singin’ might bring in more weird and wonderful people for me to observe.  Seriously, mate, you don’t have to stop.”

[robbinghood]

Robin grinned in satisfaction as he made Layla laugh.  He nodded his head, agreeing with Layla’s statement.  “That’s very true.  Definitely not a bad thing, just amusing to watch.”  His eyebrows rose as she teased him about being an expert.  “You mean you do eat the flowers?!  What do they taste like?  Better still, why?!  Surely those aren’t meant to be eaten.”

[robbinghood]

Robin briefly wondered if this girl was worth the trouble, since she seemed determined to disagree with everything he said.  Shrugging that thought off, he figured that if anything, she’d at least be good for a laugh.  “Not sellin’ anything, love, I’d rather give it away.  Normally I try to keep to people less contrary, though.  Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or the wrong bed altogether?”

[robbinghood]

Robin raised an eyebrow with a smile and nodded more dramatically as the girl pointed to herself.  He really couldn’t resist at least saying hello - she was easily the biggest target on the street, and she was lucky that he didn’t care too much about money.  He’d rather steal something that would inconvenience her to not have any longer, and he had a feeling that she could just go and get more galleons at will if he took the ones on her belt.  Maybe he should teach her a lesson, though.  Better he steal it rather than any other shady character hanging out around Hogsmeade.

He wandered towards her.  “Hey love, you’re in Ravenclaw, aren’t you?  I feel like I’ve seen you with your nose in a book around Hogwarts.”  Robin was observant to a fault, but often played it off as if he didn’t recognize most Hogwarts students the minute he saw them, instantly knowing their names and house.

[robbinghood]

Robin kept still against the side of the shop, choosing to remain unobtrusive and watch the other girl. She looked as if she’d lost something, and Robin knew from experience that people who had a tendency to leave things behind were easy to steal from.  Mind you, it looked like all she had in her bags were clothes, and he really didn’t care about stealing them.  

Robin’s curiosity quickly got the better of him, and he ambled towards Mel.  “Y’alright, love?”