What happens when you have five RPG characters...
Greg nearly sings, in that annoying tone that is usually not used past age five, except perhaps when you're a Slytherin boy, "B likes a Hufflepuff."
B glares. "Shut it, you bastard. She has a name you know!"
Anthony peeks over the top of his book, not moving from his 'territory' which happens to be a safe little corner closer to Morag than Daphne. Smart boy that he is, he stays out of these frequent little spats. Well, mostly anyway.
Morag conjures a comfy, smooshy chair - and a pint or two dozen- fully prepared to watch the ever hilarious show of B vs. Greg. Since she decided to join this 'merry' little troupe, she's been entertained daily by the two men.
Daphne huffs and turns her back all the while thinking that she's the lone sane one here.
"Uh huh, I'm well aware of that," Greg retorts. "Signe. Signe Joy Fawcett. A former Puff and Unspeakable. Why do you like her, B? Hmm, can you answer that?"
Blaise crosses his arms over his chest and glares sullenly. "Some best mate you are, Greg. Did I ever harass you about Trace?"
Greg snickers. "Nope, but you promised me years ago that you'd kill or help me kill anyone who hurt her, so don't go there. Spill it now, B."
"When did you become a girl, Greg?"
Morag snickers, drawing B's attention.
Blaise huffs and points to Morag. "She fucking lives here and she's Ministry!"
Morag sips her pint and sighed heavily, but before she says anything, Greg starts speaking again, "Morag, you with the Ministry or with us?"
Morag snorts in the most unladylike way. "Claw here, remember, not stupid. We were discussing just why B likes Signe."
Daphne slams her quill down and whirls around to face the three of them.
Anthony ducks back behind his book.
"At least she's Pure!" Daphne points out. "Some have forgotten the pride and responsibility that comes with being Pure." She turns her glare to Greg. "And don't make me explain how much better B's taste is than yours."
"HEY!" B, Greg, and Morag all exclaim.
"Leave off, Daphne," Greg warns in that 'say one more word and I will kill you' tone. He glances over at Blaise. "Why is it you haven't killed that," he snarls, pointing to Daphne, "Yet? She's been insulting Tracey for years now."
Blaise shrugs. "It's always better to have the insane ones on your side, you know."
"I AM NOT INSANE," Daphne screeches.
Anthony drops his book and covers his ears. He's hoping, all right, praying that Daphne doesn't start in on him. He really hates it. Though, now with Morag here, at least he has someone totally on his side. Right?
"Sure you aren't," Morag assures her as she refills the pint glass. "You're just...well how do I put this nicely? You have a vision. That's it. Gentlemen, Daphne isn't insane she has a vision of cleansing the world of the Muggles is all."
"Now," she says with a wave of her hand towards Greg and Blaise, "We were discussing why Blaise likes Signe not the validity of the wholesale slaughter of Muggles."
"Don't you think that perhaps it is because she doesn't run like hell?" Anthony says softly before clamping a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed and horrified that he'd spoken aloud.
"See," Morag says cheerily, "this is what you call a brainstorming session. If we all discuss this then we can figure it out."
"You're going to set them off again," Daphne warns sharply. "If they keep this going, then she'll," she says pointing up, "get all grumpy and when she's grumpy..."
Everyone winces.
Hey! I'm not that bad!
Blaise's brows shoot up. "Not that bad? Huh, sure you keep thinking that. We all live here, you know, we know how bitchy you get. No wonder Daphne wants to commit mass murder."
"That's not polite," Anthony says, holding his hands up, his fear gone for the moment. "She lets us all live here. She didn't have to do that. Now, as a show of how grateful we are, why don't we figure out why Blaise likes Signe. If we do that we make her, Jess, Signe, and Tracey all happy. Justin as well."
He grins. "If we can figure it out maybe just maybe we'll get to watch Supernatural again. Dean is very nice to look at."
"Ohh!" Morag says with a wicked little grin. "I'm with Anthony on this one. Figure out what the hell goes on in B's head, make everyone - including your girl, Greg- happy and then watch Jensen Ackles take off his shirt. So, Blaise, why do you like Sig? Is Anthony on the right track?"
Daphne sighs and mutters, "Not again, sex is so overrated. Why bother?"
"Why bother?" Morag says incredulously. "Why bother? Damn, Daphne, we really need to get you laid so you can see what all the hype is about."
Anthony mutters, "If she does ever get laid, I want to watch."
"OH NO NO NO!" Greg screams. "We are not having another session of Sex Ed 101 with Morag MacDougal, once was enough. I don't need any more information on the mating habits of Claws."
"Just a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin, or two Slytherins?" Daphne asks with a heated glare. "We have to watch you two shagging, why not make you suffer through Morag's little lessons?"
Wait wait wait. How did I miss this lesson?
"You were asleep," Morag explains with a shrug. "Sorry."
Not fair, you know. Wait... Morag... what or rather WHO did you do for this little lesson?
Morag just grins. "I'll never tell. Next time stay awake for the lesson."
B glares. "Shut it, you bastard. She has a name you know!"
Anthony peeks over the top of his book, not moving from his 'territory' which happens to be a safe little corner closer to Morag than Daphne. Smart boy that he is, he stays out of these frequent little spats. Well, mostly anyway.
Morag conjures a comfy, smooshy chair - and a pint or two dozen- fully prepared to watch the ever hilarious show of B vs. Greg. Since she decided to join this 'merry' little troupe, she's been entertained daily by the two men.
Daphne huffs and turns her back all the while thinking that she's the lone sane one here.
"Uh huh, I'm well aware of that," Greg retorts. "Signe. Signe Joy Fawcett. A former Puff and Unspeakable. Why do you like her, B? Hmm, can you answer that?"
Blaise crosses his arms over his chest and glares sullenly. "Some best mate you are, Greg. Did I ever harass you about Trace?"
Greg snickers. "Nope, but you promised me years ago that you'd kill or help me kill anyone who hurt her, so don't go there. Spill it now, B."
"When did you become a girl, Greg?"
Morag snickers, drawing B's attention.
Blaise huffs and points to Morag. "She fucking lives here and she's Ministry!"
Morag sips her pint and sighed heavily, but before she says anything, Greg starts speaking again, "Morag, you with the Ministry or with us?"
Morag snorts in the most unladylike way. "Claw here, remember, not stupid. We were discussing just why B likes Signe."
Daphne slams her quill down and whirls around to face the three of them.
Anthony ducks back behind his book.
"At least she's Pure!" Daphne points out. "Some have forgotten the pride and responsibility that comes with being Pure." She turns her glare to Greg. "And don't make me explain how much better B's taste is than yours."
"HEY!" B, Greg, and Morag all exclaim.
"Leave off, Daphne," Greg warns in that 'say one more word and I will kill you' tone. He glances over at Blaise. "Why is it you haven't killed that," he snarls, pointing to Daphne, "Yet? She's been insulting Tracey for years now."
Blaise shrugs. "It's always better to have the insane ones on your side, you know."
"I AM NOT INSANE," Daphne screeches.
Anthony drops his book and covers his ears. He's hoping, all right, praying that Daphne doesn't start in on him. He really hates it. Though, now with Morag here, at least he has someone totally on his side. Right?
"Sure you aren't," Morag assures her as she refills the pint glass. "You're just...well how do I put this nicely? You have a vision. That's it. Gentlemen, Daphne isn't insane she has a vision of cleansing the world of the Muggles is all."
"Now," she says with a wave of her hand towards Greg and Blaise, "We were discussing why Blaise likes Signe not the validity of the wholesale slaughter of Muggles."
"Don't you think that perhaps it is because she doesn't run like hell?" Anthony says softly before clamping a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed and horrified that he'd spoken aloud.
"See," Morag says cheerily, "this is what you call a brainstorming session. If we all discuss this then we can figure it out."
"You're going to set them off again," Daphne warns sharply. "If they keep this going, then she'll," she says pointing up, "get all grumpy and when she's grumpy..."
Everyone winces.
Hey! I'm not that bad!
Blaise's brows shoot up. "Not that bad? Huh, sure you keep thinking that. We all live here, you know, we know how bitchy you get. No wonder Daphne wants to commit mass murder."
"That's not polite," Anthony says, holding his hands up, his fear gone for the moment. "She lets us all live here. She didn't have to do that. Now, as a show of how grateful we are, why don't we figure out why Blaise likes Signe. If we do that we make her, Jess, Signe, and Tracey all happy. Justin as well."
He grins. "If we can figure it out maybe just maybe we'll get to watch Supernatural again. Dean is very nice to look at."
"Ohh!" Morag says with a wicked little grin. "I'm with Anthony on this one. Figure out what the hell goes on in B's head, make everyone - including your girl, Greg- happy and then watch Jensen Ackles take off his shirt. So, Blaise, why do you like Sig? Is Anthony on the right track?"
Daphne sighs and mutters, "Not again, sex is so overrated. Why bother?"
"Why bother?" Morag says incredulously. "Why bother? Damn, Daphne, we really need to get you laid so you can see what all the hype is about."
Anthony mutters, "If she does ever get laid, I want to watch."
"OH NO NO NO!" Greg screams. "We are not having another session of Sex Ed 101 with Morag MacDougal, once was enough. I don't need any more information on the mating habits of Claws."
"Just a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin, or two Slytherins?" Daphne asks with a heated glare. "We have to watch you two shagging, why not make you suffer through Morag's little lessons?"
Wait wait wait. How did I miss this lesson?
"You were asleep," Morag explains with a shrug. "Sorry."
Not fair, you know. Wait... Morag... what or rather WHO did you do for this little lesson?
Morag just grins. "I'll never tell. Next time stay awake for the lesson."