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[grady_bucher]

Week Name/Date/Time: Promises and Plans/Wednesday, October 13th, 2006/ 8:35am
Location: Random First Floor Corridor
Open to: Wes (Muwahahah)
Currently Involving: Grady Bucher

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[grady_bucher]

((That always helps. I just thought that I had. -_-))

Rubbing his chin, Grady's fingers were prickled by his whiskers. Mmm yes, the lazy bum that he was hadn't shaved this morning. "Things hmm? Working on getting to be more of a bloody git, I see." Waiting for things to fall on him? He had to resist the urge to look above him, and just kept looking at Wes. Even if the boy opposite him was going to get nasty, Grady would try his best to remain reasonably civial. Of course, the anger was bubbling inside him.

If anything, that was what bothered Grady most about Wes: his unbreakable sense of arrogance. Wes almost acted as if nothing could ever touch him. Grady thought that his rival needed to be put in his place, but who and how someone would go about that was a different story.

Without thinking of it, Grady shot a sharp glare in Wes' direction. He never understood how killing people for power would be a suitable option, and constantly wondered where Wes got his influence. His parents seemed like the most likely place, but did none of the future death eaters have minds of their own?

[wesleybroderick]

"Working on getting to be more of an idiot, I see," Wes replied without hesitation. Grady wasn't the best sparring partner when it came to verbal attacks, but he wasn't the worst either. At least Wes got to practice on him, and that was always helpful.

He was tired of standing there in front of the boy as though he were waiting for something, so he headed for the wall, leaning casually against it as though they were having the most pleasant conversation in the world. Really, anyone looking at them couldn't have thought anything but that. "Can't come up with anything better than 'git'? Why do I even tolerate you?"

It was a rhetorical question, of course. He didn't exactly tolerate Grady anyway.

[grady_bucher]

Grady shook his head slowly, not in disagreement however. Instead in awe. Of course that was what he did: worked on becoming more of an idiot every day. He supposed that arguments like this would also be a good way to do that as well.

Grady rolled his wand in his pocket, hoping that he wouldn't have to use it. He figured that Wes would not hex him, but there was always a chance and he did not want to risk it.

"Because you have to?" he offered smugly. It was a lie to say that Wes had to leave him be. He was just hopeful that the relation between their families and his blood line protected him. A duel was the last thing he wanted to break out on the first floor in the early morning.