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ricardienne) wrote2005-08-21 04:19 pm
ricardienne) wrote2005-08-21 04:19 pm
Fleur Delacour lives in my dorm!
Well, not exactly. She doesn't look like Fleur, for one thing. But she's Swiss, so she has the accent, and today we had a most amusing (in retrospect) run-in in the basement.
I was doing laundry. Okay, so Sunday afternoon is not the best time to do laundry because everyone is doing laundry. But, I needed to do mine, so I waited until a machine opened up, and, well, put my clothes and detergent in, put my coins in the coin-slot, and started the machine. (I know -- thrilling story, this, but I think you need the necessary background information.) Now, it takes 28 minutes to do a load of laundry. But the dryers go for 60 minutes. Both dryers had been started minutes before I started my washer. The result: my clothes are sitting in the washing machine, wet, for about half an hour. Actually, a little less, because another girl came needing a washing machine, so I took my wet things out and put them on top of one of the dryers.
When I came back downstairs, quite some time later (having gone back to my room and messed around with e-mail and such in the interim), both dryers were done. Both were still full. I was now getting impatient. So I opened one of them up, with the intention of neatly folding the clothes inside and then putting my own in. I only folded about two pairs of pants, a shirt, and a pillowcase when I realized that most of the clothes were still wet. So I put them all back in, and turned to the other machine. All of its clothes were dry. I folded them. The dryer was mine!
I had just finished putting coins into my dryer, when the guy whose clothes I had removed and folded came down. He was pleased, actually, that I had folded them, and very nice about me having taken his dryer. ThenM____ Fleur came down. Hers was the other dryer. She opened it up, and started mildly freaking out over someone's having folded a few of her clothes. I explained as apologetically as I could, that I had put everything back when I realized it was wet, that I had just wanted to use here dryer, my wet clothes already having been sitting out for about half an hour. Apparently, she is manic about people touching her clothes. Then she started examining them, and whining very loudly to the other guy about the machines being unsupportable -- they ruin her clothes! -- demonstrating this by waving around various thongs (much like the ones that A., N., and I examined ad nauseum Nattii that one time at the mall) and explaining that they were broken, that the machines break everything, and that the pair of pants her mother gave her were now gray instead of black. And, being Swiss, she had the appropriate accent for complaining about something of the sort. Hence, Fleur.
This makes me think about other Harry Potter characters that I have encountered, either in appearance, or in character:
Dumbledore: my third grade teacher
Snape (character, not looks): my evil quartet coach at RMSC
Umbridge: my government teacher
Draco: the annoying blond kid who would come to Liberal Club meetings to heckle and talk about his father.
Fleur: as described above.
Fred and George Weasley: twin boys in my Physics class last year.
I was doing laundry. Okay, so Sunday afternoon is not the best time to do laundry because everyone is doing laundry. But, I needed to do mine, so I waited until a machine opened up, and, well, put my clothes and detergent in, put my coins in the coin-slot, and started the machine. (I know -- thrilling story, this, but I think you need the necessary background information.) Now, it takes 28 minutes to do a load of laundry. But the dryers go for 60 minutes. Both dryers had been started minutes before I started my washer. The result: my clothes are sitting in the washing machine, wet, for about half an hour. Actually, a little less, because another girl came needing a washing machine, so I took my wet things out and put them on top of one of the dryers.
When I came back downstairs, quite some time later (having gone back to my room and messed around with e-mail and such in the interim), both dryers were done. Both were still full. I was now getting impatient. So I opened one of them up, with the intention of neatly folding the clothes inside and then putting my own in. I only folded about two pairs of pants, a shirt, and a pillowcase when I realized that most of the clothes were still wet. So I put them all back in, and turned to the other machine. All of its clothes were dry. I folded them. The dryer was mine!
I had just finished putting coins into my dryer, when the guy whose clothes I had removed and folded came down. He was pleased, actually, that I had folded them, and very nice about me having taken his dryer. Then
This makes me think about other Harry Potter characters that I have encountered, either in appearance, or in character:
Dumbledore: my third grade teacher
Snape (character, not looks): my evil quartet coach at RMSC
Umbridge: my government teacher
Draco: the annoying blond kid who would come to Liberal Club meetings to heckle and talk about his father.
Fleur: as described above.
Fred and George Weasley: twin boys in my Physics class last year.