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Post by Adam Jensen on Jul 16, 2011 23:16:36 GMT -5
Adam was bored, and whenever boredom struck he liked to mess around with and annoy people and there was no better person to do that with than his best friend Tom. The two had grown up together, doing stupid things with the students while they were in school, and Adam found it hard to bother others without Tom. He sent an owl to him and told him to meet him at Zonko's, a store they spent too much time with while they were in school.
He remembered his parents getting angry with him for always buying joke items with the money they gave him at the beginning of the school year, which was meant for robes and quills as he needed them, but Adam never cared enough to listen to them. He was too interested in Quidditch and having fun to care too much about school, anyway.
He was looking around the shop, trying to decide what he wanted to buy, when he saw Tom walking up to him. He turned to his friend with a smile. "Hey, hope you weren't too busy today." He said. He never knew when Tom was busy, so he always seemed to apologize whenever the two spent time together.
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Post by Tom Heywood on Jul 16, 2011 23:54:23 GMT -5
The great thing about being an inventor was that he could make his own hours. The bad thing, however, was that he either was seized with a mad inspiration that seemed to consume him, or he struggled to come up with an idea and ended up doing nothing at all. This week, Tom had been experiencing the latter problem. He had an idea that he was working on, but he was having trouble making it work. Who would have thought that an automatically translating quill would be so difficult? But his attempts so far had only resulted in some very awkward linguistic faux pas.
So receiving the owl from Adam was a relief. He needed to get out of the house, away from his work for a while. He usually found that a little time away from a project gave him a better perspective.
"Adam!" he greeted his friend as he walked into Zonko's. It was funny how just the rude noises that emanated from the door when he stepped inside could make Tom feel nostalgic for his childhood. In many ways, Tom was still just a big kid, but still it was different.
"Oh, please," he said, waving his hand unconcernedly. "I'm never too busy for you, old chap. But how've you been? I haven't been keeping up with the quidditch scores this year; who do you like for the finals?"
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Post by Adam Jensen on Jul 17, 2011 0:09:49 GMT -5
Being in the shop with Tom made Adam think he was a kid again, when he didn't have to worry about spending money. He missed those days, especially now that he didn't have the monthly allowance coming in from his parents. That was one of the reasons he loved being around Tom; neither of them seemed to be over fifteen when they were together.
"I've been doing pretty good, can't really complain." He said, thinking back to the past couple of weeks. They had been filled with going to quidditch games and lounging around his apartment, so how could he complain? "Ah, you know I'm hoping the Wasps go. It looks pretty good for them, and I think the Magpies are going, although I'd rather they didn't. They've won enough; someone else should now." Adam replied. He had notebooks filled of scores from the past couple of years, and he was able to see patterns and his predictions were always pretty close. But no matter how bad of a year the Wasps were having, he always rooted for them.
"What new things are you working on? Anything to make our lives even easier?" He asked. He always loved hearing about Tom's ideas and wished secretly he was as creative as his friend. Adam's creativity only went so far.
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Post by Tom Heywood on Jul 23, 2011 23:54:41 GMT -5
Creativity was as much a curse as it was a blessing, as far as Tom was concerned. When he had ideas, he was often hit by many ideas at once, and he was torn in different directions, trying to focus on just one. Other times, his muse utterly failed him, and he was left staring at an empty work table. Not to mention the fact that none of his ideas had really quite panned out. Even the ones that worked usually failed to sell, because he was such a terrible business person.
"Oh, nothing special," he said casually. "Just my little attempt to help break the language barrier... but it's not working the way I want. Language can be so complicated, you know?"
He shook his head and sighed, then looked around the store, picking up a dungbomb. "All right, then, so who are we pranking?"
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Post by Adam Jensen on Aug 1, 2011 14:08:32 GMT -5
Adam laughed; he was glad to see that in the short couple of years they’ve been out of school, Tom hadn’t changed. Some nights he would keep Adam up talking about the newest idea he had, and while it bothered Adam at the time, especially if he was tired from Quidditch practice, he looked back at it now and laughed. Tom definitely was those one-in-a-million types of people.
“Yeah, remember the summer during our fourth year my mum tried to teach me Spanish, said I would need it?” Adam said with a sigh. He knew language was complicated, probably not in the way Tom meant it, but Adam just couldn’t grasp other languages. It was lost on him.
He looked around the store, trying to find possible candidates. He hadn’t anyone in mind. “Anyone we can find,” he said finally, looking back to his friend. “I wasn’t thinking anyone special, but we can see if there are any students here. Those are always fun to mess with.” He wasn’t sure if today was a Hogsmeade day for the students, but he hoped it was. He often lost track of the days.
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Post by Tom Heywood on Aug 14, 2011 23:02:24 GMT -5
"It's too bad nether of us has a job right now," Tom said. "Pranking co-workers would be fun. Did you send that application to the Daily Prophet yet? The person they've got covering Quidditch is total rubbish. You could do better than him."
Adam might not think he was creative, but Tom knew he was good at one thing--Quidditch. He knew more about it than just about anyone Tom had ever known. Surely he would be able to write about it better than anyone else. And it would allow him to go to as many games as possible.
"Right now, I think this bloody quill that I've been working on is playing a prank on me. In my tests, I write perfectly logical things in English and the blasted thing keeps translating it into rude sayings in other languages."
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Post by Adam Jensen on Oct 18, 2011 19:37:07 GMT -5
Adam shrugged. "No, not yet. You really think I should? I mean, sure, I've got rosters memorized and go to every game I can get to..." he paused and thought about what he was saying, only to laugh a moment later. "Yeah, alright, I'll apply later today, then." That would probably be the best job for him, and his writing skills weren't terrible. They weren't the best, but he figured flowery language had no place in a sports column, anyway.
"That sounds interesting, really. I'm sure if you got a group of kids to buy quills like that to write their essays with, we'd be pranking not only the students, but the teachers who read them!" Adam said. "You should market those, I mean it. Think of how satisfying it'll be."
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Post by Tom Heywood on Oct 19, 2011 21:52:20 GMT -5
"You think so?" Tom said, frowning skeptically. "I guess it would be a bit of a lark, but it wasn't what I was thinking of when I came up with the idea. Apparently, even when I try to be serious, I find a way to turn it into a joke."
He shook his head, frustrated. "Not sure how I'd market them exactly... do I say that they translate into rude phrases? Or do I keep that bit a secret? Ah, well... I'll have to think on it and see what I come up with. But you... really, you should send an application to the Prophet. I'll help you with it, if you want. I might be able to take it seriously for a few minutes, anyway."
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