Note: Although this thread begins in the Great Hall, it will continue into the Astronomy Tower, where it will remain. Just saying. I know where I'm posting, haha.

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-- Outfit. -- -- Dinner Time. --

Razzy hadn't exactly planned on going back to Hogwarts. It all happened on a whim. His family was in France, getting ready to celebrate New Years. His Aunt probably had yet another gal he should "consider" and Razzy would wind up finding out she was one of his cousins. And that would be after he snogged them. Of course, this only happened twice before Razzy realized that he better just avoid his Aunt and pretend he's really interested in reading or talking to his Uncle. He realized how fun it would be to tell his Aunt that he was also interested in boys and watch the color drain out of her face. But Reynaud Chancelier was a good boy. Though, in school he was definitely not so sweet. Razzy's mother had let him escape torture by going back to Hogwarts for the rest of the break. Which still was rather agonizing, but Razzy figured there was a lot more he could do back at school than with relatives.

And Razzy had also figured that someone he knew and liked would be there. He doubted he'd be alone. Even if he was, all well. Razzy was a loner. He didn't need anyone, really.

He had arrived in the evening but stuck around inside to hang around in his dorm. However, when dinner began, the Hufflepuff trotted out of the Dungeons. He was done setting his crap back up in his dorm. Not that there really was much to do. He simply threw his suitcase on his bed and released Saint from her kennel. The kitten was definitely larger now, but was still lanky and obviously young. Razzy couldn't resist giving the small thing a snuggle, of course. She still had the small red ribbon his Mother had tied around her neck. When he was leaving the kitten on his bed, he caught a glimpse of it trying to chew at the bow. He was still smiling when he began walking towards the Great Hall. His sweater was open and his ludicrous shirt was in plain sight. Razzy had a thing for wearing shirts with half-naked women. Perhaps it was a guy thing... Or perhaps it was a Razzy thing. Not much had changed about Razzy over the break. He mainly had finally grown his hair long enough to actually let it curl like it was naturally suppose to. He would never admit he liked it straight when it was short. He would never admit he would style his hair. But now that his curled locks had settled into place, he hardly had to do anything. It looked nice and fluffy and Razzy was fine with it.

The boy was really planning on just chowing on some food before he went somewhere to spend New Years on his own. But when he entered the great hall, his eyes landed on something much more fun. There Erin Harper sat, eating his dinner with a few of the blokes who had stayed back at school as well. A soft smile had formed on Razzy's face. The Hufflepuff never knew what it was like to stay at school during the holidays. A large table was in the middle of the great hall, and no other tables. They all had to sit together. It was so awful and depressing! It was like they were living in a prison. Razzy could nearly imagine himself eating with an arm around his plate, eying the other students so they wouldn't steal his potatoes. SCAVENGERS. But only the sad, pathetic kids had stayed at school. The ones who just wanted to be left alone. The ones who had bad families or no families or mean parents. Razzy didn't exactly know where to fit Erin into those categories. And he knew it was best he never asked the Slytherin. It pained Razzy a bit to see the Harper boy sitting there, all by himself, eating his prison food. His smile nearly faded, but he remembered that he and Erin got along quite well. The boy would be unlikely to shank Razzy if he were to approach him.

Razzy circled around the table, beaming at the other students who gave him puzzled expressions. They all looked pale and sickly... Razzy had to remember next year, in the Kissing Booth, he would have to donate to the Help-the-Holiday-Hogwarts-Losers fund. But then Razzy remembered he had stuffed a large portion of the Breast Cancer fund into his pocket after the Kissing Booth that year. He would just have to remember to stop doing that. Easy enough.

He sat down next to Erin, back facing the table, and picked up a spoon. With the spoon, he took a large chunk out of Erin's mashed potatoes and ate it. He simply ate it. And then threw the spoon back onto the table. "Bonjour, Erin! How's your Holiday been?" He asked, sweetly. Razzy didn't realize how strange his entrance was, but he couldn't have an entrance that was boring. He was Razzmatazz, gosh darn it. He had to live up to his effeminate title. He realized then how much he reeked of coffee. And perhaps whiskey... He hadn't cleaned that sweater for a while... And that lingering fresh-air smell from the outside was still in Razzy's hair. But it wasn't like Erin was going to smell his hair.

"What'd you get for Christmas, hm? I got these pants... And these shoes... Of course, the pants aren't really my style, but I kind of like them," he paused his story to chuckle a bit, "I like the fact that I can take off these straps, you see? And then strangle someone. Not that I usually go about do that... It's just in case, you know?" and then he simply fell quiet. Razzy was quite excited to be with Erin Harper over the break. It wasn't often he was with a friendly acquaintance during the Holidays. Perhaps the two of them could even celebrate New Years together. Much too fun.

He beamed at Erin again and was tempted to pick the spoon back up. The potatoes were the best thing on the table, in Razzy's opinion. But he was thinking of getting a plate for himself, rather than stealing off of Erin's. Though... Stealing was always much more fun.

Well, Erin had been right about spending his break at Hogwarts. It had been boring. Painfully, relentlessly boring.
 
He knew the castle well enough now that there wasn't anything left to explore, and so had taken to wandering aimlessly in his spare time. He'd gone into the library once, with the intention of prodding around the Restricted section, but to his deep horror his brother had appearently decided to spend the break at Hogwarts as well (bloody unfair, that was, since Erin hadn't gone home at least partially to avoid him) and had materialized out of nowhere the instant Erin went to duck under the rope of the Restricted Section. Gave him the shock of his life, and the memory of Landis' smirk as he raced out of the library was a stinging one.
 
He hadn't even gone home for Christmas day,  although he could've. Down separate ends of a corridor one day he'd seen his brother again, and Landis had - vowels clipped, words curt, and expression pained - offered him a side-along Apparation. Erin could think of no other reason for the offer than their mother's needling, and no reason for Landis to go home either other than that he was a suck up, both reasons making the situation all the more distasteful. Judging from Landis' sneer he did not want Erin to touch him, but that was all right; Erin didn't want to touch him either, even for as quickly as it took to Apparate. He turned the invitation down, and spent Christmas day in the Restricted section, missing only his sister. But he got his gifts by owl, and Hannah wrote him a long, rambling, extremely girly note, so even as he scoffed at her enthusiastic cheer he felt a little bit better, too.

And that had been his holiday. The highlight of his days now was tracking down his errant fellow stay-overs to hex them with the freedom of a castle without a single prefect in it, but that hadn't lasted long either, since there were still plenty of professors and a limited pool of suspects.

Currently, he was practicing being bored to death again, a pastime he was becoming quite good at. He stared down at his plate, chewing mechanically, eyes unfocused, until a spoon intruded on his range of vision and Erin nearly jumped out of his skin.

Then he nearly choked on his food, as his head whipped up to find the culprit and instead found Razzy Chancelier, in possession of Erin's potatoes and grinning like the devil himself.

Once he got over the initial shock, that first, vital moment of outright staring, Erin's face lit up. "Razzy!" He smiled, straightening in his seat, and suddenly seemed a lot less...dead. "You - heyyyy - get your own bloody potatoes!" The smile turned momentarily into a scowl as he looped an arm around his plate, but it didn't last long, and then he was smiling again.

As to why seeing Razzy made him so happy, well, Erin didn't question it. He had been expecting another few days of sheer boredom, had already resigned himself to it - then came Razzy, who, while enigmatic, smirktastic, sleazy, and irritating beyond belief, was never boring. Never ever, which was a rarity at this school. Besides, odd as the thought may be, Razzy was the closest Erin had to a friend. Still, he didn't for a moment even consider the idea that Razzy had come back to see him. Why would he, after all? But whatever had brought the French boy back, Erin was glad; finally, something entertaining.
 
"What're you doing back?" he asked, striving to make his question casual and unaffected, and not really caring that he failed. Momentarily blindsided by the question about his presents, he blinked, then frowned slightly in concentration.  "And - er - just some stuff. Clothes. Broom supplies." Cat food and toys. He shrugged.

If the news that Razzy planned to choke someone to death with his trouser straps bothered Erin, he didn't show the slightest sign of it. Perhaps he was finally catching onto Razzy's bizarre sense of humor.

"Who're you planning on choking?" he wanted to know instead, finally picking up his own spoon and beginning to eat again. He nodded at the plates in the middle of the table, a clear direction for Razzy to get his own food and not bother his.

"You - heyyyy - get your own bloody potatoes!"

Razzy's brow furrowed and he shook his head, "Sharing is caring, Erin! You're hurting my feelings," he told the Slytherin, very sarcastically. Seeing Erin smile was quite surprising. Razzy had expected annoyance or sorrow or whatever, since Erin was typically miserable it seemed. But if Erin wanted a proper friend in Razzy, he would have to learn that his potatoes aren't his potatoes. Which wasn't the way Razzy truly thought about sharing, it was simply the fact that he liked himself some good potatuhs.

Not that Razzy was known to be obsessed with mashed potatoes. He was more of an icecream-and-coffee guy. Possibly because the more snooty and "sophisticated" he felt he was, the better he felt in general. Though Razzy didn't exactly know that about himself, the facts were just the facts.

"What're you doing back?"

The Hufflepuff pulled a plate over to him and finally turned to slip his legs under the table. He shrugged, as if his presence were nothing, and spooned himself a large lump of potatoes. "I was bored and I didn't want to shag one of my cousins, so I escaped to school," Razzy paused and looked down at his food for a moment, "You know your life is depressing when you'd rather be in school than at home..." and with that, a smile formed onto his face and he dug into his potatoes. He knew what he said was perhaps a bit confusing and vague, but Erin generally didn't press into issues like most people. He realized, though, that it sounded like he was bored of shagging his cousins... Which was disgusting and not what he meant. But he didn't fix himself. Razzy was known to make do with what he's said and roll with it. It was easier than most people thought.

"And - er - just some stuff. Clothes. Broom supplies."

"Enthralling. I hope your shirts are one hundred percent cotton for your baby-smooth skin and your pants fit nice around the... Did those broom supplies include polish?" Another spoonful of potatoes was shoveled into his mouth after he spoke. He swallowed and smiled at his friend, acting as if he were completely innocent. And as if everything he had just said wasn't a large sexual joke. But Razzy was used to Erin not noticing his hints that he constantly dropped. Now, he was just entertaining himself.

Even though he would never admit it, and even though he had never shown it, Razzy had been putting some thought into Erin over the break. Mainly just how exactly he could get Erin to finally notice he wasn't just being bizarre, that he was truly trying to get Erin to understand that Razzy really liked him. The sixteen-year-old felt like a teenage girl now. Trying to get the boy they like to notice them. The main difference was that Razzy was a large, large boy who had the most disgusting intentions. Well, not exactly. Not with Erin at least. Well, maybe a little bit.

"Who're you planning on choking?"

Razzy shrugged again, "No one in particular. Anyone who messes with me, really..." he finished his plate and shoved it aside. Razzy turned towards Erin again, "I would say anyone who crosses my path when I'm bored... But I don't think I'd have the heart for it," he paused again, "But it isn't always about trying to harm the person, now is it?" whether Erin caught Razzy's drift or not, the boy stayed quiet with the subject for now. Razzy had some sick interests, and Eli Park would know. But it was best that Erin didn't.

He noticed Erin nod at the plates and the Hufflepuff decided to just flip his plate over with the flick of his hand and rise up from the benches. "Get up, loser. We're going exploring," Razzy pulled at Erin's sleeve as if it would help the boy get up. Truthfully, Razzy knew exactly where he wanted to go. But he'd just surprise Erin. It was almost New Years, after all, and the two of them couldn't just sit around and eat potatoes. Heaven's no! There was one thing that Razzy enjoyed more than annoying Erin, and that was stargazing. And there was only one place he could go to get a proper view of the sky.

"Sharing is caring, Erin! You're hurting my feelings."

Erin looked distinctly unsympathetic. He looked slightly more sympathetic as Razzy went on to talk about why he came back - fortunately his mum hadn't tried yet to actively couple him up with one of his female cousins, but she'd hinted. It was only a matter of time, really. And Erin certainly had his share of boredom, so... he understood.

He shrugged. " 'S not much more exciting here, mate. Not even any cousins to shag. No one to beat up either." He raised his voice on that last bit, casting his gaze pointedly towards the Hufflepuff sitting closest to them, who'd started to look too interested in their conversation for Erin's liking. The Hufflepuff hurriedly looked away, but Erin's glare lingered until he was satisfied with the uncomfortable red tinge to the other student's ears, then he turned back to Razzy.

...only to immediately narrow his blue eyes, then bounce a roll off Razzy's head with a scowl. Erin was as sex-minded as any teenage boy, but even he wasn't as bad as Razzy. 'Course, the arse comment was obvious. And as a Quidditch player, he'd heard that broom-polishing line far too many times to count. He knew his gifts were lame, but there wasn't anything he'd wanted, and Christmas was a joke anyway. There was no need for sarcasm! "Maybe your new pants will cut off your circulation so you'll stop being such a dick," he said, and valiantly refrained from sticking out his tongue.

Unlike Razzy, Erin had not been putting much thought into their "relationship" over break. Mostly because Erin didn't put much thought into anything... he got into way too much trouble that way. He had missed him a little bit, but that was mostly because he'd been bored and Razzy was the most interesting person he'd met recently. Erin didn't put too much stock into the whole thing, and he tried not to get too hopeful about having a friend who seemed both unfazed by his violent tendencies and pleased-ish to see him around. Erin was not used to people seeming pleased, or even ambivalent, about seeing him around. So that was nice.

"I would say anyone who crosses my path when I'm bored... But I don't think I'd have the heart for it. But it isn't always about trying to harm the person, now is it?"

"No heart, hmmm?" Erin tilted his head back, examining the swirling dark clouds in the ceiling above. He slanted a look at Razzy out of the corner of his eyes, trying to figure out if the other boy was being deep or just perverted again. "If you say so," he said and, because he was used to Razzy at this point, barely batted an eye when Razzy flipped his plate over and stood up. He only raised an eyebrow.

He was more bothered by the hand on his sleeve and Razzy calling him "loser;" Erin did not like being touched, and his pride didn't like being called names by someone he wasn't planning on pummeling afterward. But Razzy had grabbed his sleeve, not him, and Erin was still in a good enough mood by the surprise visit to brush off the slight. There was only a split second of hesitation, a moment of suddenly narrowed eyes intent on Razzy's hand, before Erin rose and left his plate behind.

"Don't tell me you've been here five years and still have exploring to do, idiot," Erin said, and quickened his step to be beside the taller boy rather than following behind. But his voice was mild, and he didn't look back.