NO TALKING! WE'RE IN A LIBRARY! [Luke/Rita

[lukejasperdenmark]

Homework. What a pain in the ass. Who actually liked having piles of homework to do? Luke didn't know anyone who did. As the Gryffindor walked along the corridors, he towered over everyone else in the school at a whopping seven foot four. His shoulder length blond hair was a mess from having run his hand through it so many times in frustration.

Luke was heading for the library, wanting to get some studying done and finish his homework. It was an annoying paper, a long ass one on history of magic and the giant war. Then he had his Astronomy homework and his Divination homework, and Potions and DADA. In short, he had a lot of homework to get through. He wore his casual clothes, a light, long sleeved red shirt and black jeans. His trusty flute necklace rested on his chest, it was carved from wood and had that 'hand made' quality to it.

His eyes, a nice sapphire blue were focused on the path ahead, moving around other students as he walked along. His hand reached up, scratching the scar on his face gently. It ran from under his left eye to his chin and was long and thin. As he walked along, he kept an eye out for anyone who wasn't paying attention, he didn't want to crash into them and cause trouble or anything of the sort.

Into the library he went, glad the doors were so very tall and grand. He had no need to duck under the door frame like he did with so many other entrances. He waved to the librarian who gave him a 'be careful' look. "Geez." Luke muttered to himself, "You get tripped by one cat, crash into one stupid shelf and knock everything down and the librarian's breathing down your neck for life." He grumbled, cursing his bad luck.

The boy walked along, scanning the shelves and looking for any books that would be useful. He soon had a pretty good sized stack and he sat down to read and do his homework. He was only there for about twenty minutes, before a familiar and frankly, unwelcome voice sounded by his ear.

"Hey giant boy." it was Rita Skeeter. Luke usually told her to go away and then started talking and she'd twist his words and put them into an annoying article. He decided instead, that he was going to ignore her.

So, for another twenty minutes, no matter what Rita said or did, Luke pretended as if she wasn't there and to his pleasure, it was working! She was getting more and more agitated the longer he continued to ignore her. Then, she did something he couldn't ignore. She struck him in the back of the head with a book. Not just any book. Hogwarts: A History to be exact.

WHAM! His head pitched forward and his face slammed into this table. WHAM!

"DAMMIT SKEETER!" Luke snarled, turning to glare at her as he rubbed his face with one hand, then dropped his voice to a whisper "What the hell is the matter with you? Go away."

(Pretty much did it how it went in the iccbox. If that's not cool, then let me know and I'll change it.)

[moskeeter]

Rita had just come from picking up the charmed tape recorders she left around the school to pick up conversations that she wasn't always around to catch. The tapes were now tucked securely into her bag, labeled appropriately and waiting to be picked up for further use.

She paused a moment to replenish her red lipstick, when a lumbering figure caught her eye...Luke Denmark... He was headed towards the library, exactly where Rita was going... Oh what a stroke of luck this was. Luke was one of Rita's favorite toys, he was a tough nut to crack but when you did the way his face screwed up in anger was priceless.

Besides, the boy would absolutely never hit a woman so it was by complete dumb luck that Rita had chosen him to be the object of her torture... Besides, he was a half breed...disgusting and useless. She might as well put him in his place.

Rita trotted off behind him and smirked as he sat down. "Hey Giant Boy." She chirped....nothing. Silence from him.. Was he...ignoring her. No, no one ignored rita skeeter and got away with it.

Twenty minutes and to no avail she bugged and bothered him, NOTHING. Finally desperately she pulled up a book and rammed it into the back of his head. That ought to get him.. "Well finally! I was beginning to think you'd gone deaf." she rolled her eyes setting it down.

"I was just wanting to make polite conversation rude boy.."

[lukejasperdenmark]

"Yeah well, I don't answer to 'giant boy'." He grumbled, "I don't have giant blood in me. If I did, I'd be a hell of a lot stronger and.....maybe taller." he pointed out, rubbing his head, which was still smarting. "Besides, every time I make the mistake of talking to you, you twist my words and print it in that damn article of yours. So....no."

and he tried to go back to studying, but she just....wouldn't leave! Finally he looked over at her "Fine." He said bitterly and shut his book, sliding everything to one side and gesturing to the seat across the table from him. "You want to talk then talk. I've still got homework to do." he would have to just check these out of the library and then go to the Common Room, but she'd follow him and probably learn the password, then get in after him. Sure she'd be a sitting duck in the Gryffindor Common Room, but she'd be there and everyone would blame him. So, he had no choice but to stay put. For now.

Maybe he'd use a sticking charm and glue her butt to the chair or her feet to the floor. It wouldn't be one of those permanent ones, just one that would last long enough for him to get his books and leave. "Leave your stupid magical recorder off and your silly quote quill here on the table. This isn't an interview. You won't need them. Otherwise, I won't speak to you." He said firmly, not really caring that maybe Rita really did just want to talk.

Yeah right. And a hungry bear just wanted to lick a camper to get a taste. Once she'd done that, Luke gave a nod and then looked over at her, "Alright. What do you want to talk about?" She was annoying to say the least, but maybe this one time she wouldn't be so .....pesky.

[moskeeter]

She rolled her eyes and held her hands up. "I don't have my quill with me or parchment and the librarian found my last tape recorder in here and smashed it...so I'm without any utensil to mess with you aside from books to slam into your face....which I won't be using because I have your attention now." She said with a smirk sitting down across from him. "Oh come on, giant boy isn't that bad... if I can handle moskeeter you can handle giant boy.." She rolled her eyes replenishing her lipstick.

"I was just bored...figured you could provide me with a tad bit of entertainment...I need something to do." She murmured and looked over his homework... "You're struggling aren't you? I've got high marks in all of my classes except Astronamy..." She murmured taking off her jacket and relaxing back in her seat. She knew what it was like to struggle in classes, it gnawed away at you and made you feel stupid and worthless, a feeling Rita would never experience ever again.

She folded her hands on the table and smiled over at him. "I'm bored enough to help with homework if you'll tell me what you are struggling with...no charge I won't ask any favors in return." She said shrugging.

[lukejasperdenmark]

"That's the problem, I'm not a half giant." Luke snapped, "You on the other hand? You're annoying and everyone knows it!" he rubbed his head again until the pain had gone before lowering his hand and looking back at his books. "Struggling? No." He said, "I just have a lot of it, that's all. I don't need your help." she'd probably give him all the wrong answers in the first place!

As she sat across from him and offered to help him with his homework he raised an eyebrow, "And how do I know you won't give me the wrong answers in order to make me look like an idiot? Or take what I don't know and use it against me?" he asked, unwilling to trust Rita with anything. And could you blame him? The girl had a reputation for stabbing people in the back, spreading rumors and lies and twisting anything someone said to her suit her own needs and make her stupid articles even more interesting.

"I'd rather do it myself. Thanks." he said, "Besides.....most of them are essays or in the case of Divination, a stupid dream diary." and he started to write, his quill flying. As he wrote, he was aware of Rita's eyes on him and he looked up "What?" He asked, "I'm not being mean, I'm being careful. I really don't trust you at all and you can't really blame me. I think the last time I let you help me with something, you ended up writing into your article that I was 'an incompetent brainless half-breed who has no reason being in this school'" He said scathingly, "So you can imagine why I'm reluctant to allow you to 'help me.'" He said, his last two words dripping with sarcasm. It was obvious he didn't trust the girl.

Instead, he went back to working, stroking the flute necklace he wore around his neck as he did so. He was actually doing okay, it was obvious he didn't actually need any help from Rita or anyone else. He even took the time to take a package of sugar quills from his bag and sucked on the end of one as he did so, slowly drawing it into his mouth as it melted.

She was still there and yet....she hadn't bothered him, sighing, Luke looked up "Rita.....what do you want?" He asked, using her first name to let her know he was being serious, "It's kind of hard to concentrate with you staring at me like that. I've got a lot of homework and I'd rather get it done so I can get some training done before it gets dark." he said quietly as he watched her. Then, he sighed and offered her a quill. "........They're sugary, but there's no fat in them." He said quietly, unsure why he was being nice to her. She certainly didn't deserve it.