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[grady_bucher]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected'/Monday, November 7th, 2005/5:01pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open to: Sly-Dog
Currently Involving: Gradykins and Sly-Dog

Today had been quite the day. All morning he was depressed, until he managed to drown his sorrows in potatoes. Then some little kid started interrogating him about Charlie - to

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[grady_bucher]

It was true, until this year, he had been very determined to keep his grades up. By god, he wanted to be an auror. He even quit quidditch so it wouldn't interfere with his grades. Shame that he didn't realize back then that it wouldn't have. After all, Grady could hardly be bothered to go to class. Except that muggle studies. Gosh, Larae had him twisted around her finger. Something happened this year though, and he didn't care to go to class any longer. He was bored with life - that hardly had anything to do with Sly. At least he would have detention with someone.

He heard someone enter the common room, but didn't bother to check who. He was indeed a lazy bum, and just rolled his foot from side to side. That was of course until he heard the footsteps approaching him. Grady turned his head toward the sound, expecting to see a first year. Sly was light on his feet, wasn't he? Though, instead of small feet, he saw shoes he recognized. And then?

UG!

Grady grunted loudly, laughing loudly as his mate pounced on him. "'S not me!" He yelled, squirming to get out of of Sly's grasp. My, this would've been lovely for other students to walk in on. "Yer the one 's been hidin'!" Still struggling against the other boy, Grady realized that it had been ages since he had properly wrestled with anyone. His game was clearly lagging. "Don't have enough time for me - snogging Hogwarts girls," he shouted, finally breaking almost free from Sly.

Grady wasn't really sure how he managed it, but with enough strength, he managed to flop Sly on his stomach and yoink his arm up towards his head. Still laughing, managed to get something else out. "Didn't you know it takes a lot of rest to be this handsome?"

[slyautolycus]

Grady's game might have been lagging, but Sly found himself properly distracted by the accusation of snogging Hogwarts girls. He found himself pinned to the floor on his stomach. His face was scrunched into the rug and so his laughter and protests were duly muffled, but he still put up a good struggle. Sly let out a loud yelp, however, when Grady yanked his arm up and backwards toward his head.

"Alright, alright, I give! I give!" he cried, still laughing, "But only because yui're my best mate and I'd hate to have to beat ye senseless." Had to keep his sense of pride, right? He was still giggling, and writhed and wriggled, trying to get his arm out of Grady's strong grip. After much effort, panting for breath, he managed to inch far enough out from beneath his mate and pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"I suppose ye've a point about the resting up bit," he conceded with an impish grin, and waggled his brows. "After all, ye've a lot of work to do if ye want to keep up with my devastatingly good looks." Oh, he was incorrigible. But cute, right? He snickered. "Speakin' of snoggin' Hogwarts girls, though..." He leaned forward and eyed his friend meaningfully. "...there's one in particular that I think ye may have had a hand in puttin' in my path. You and yuir best girl, Charlie. Mm?"

[grady_bucher]

((RIBBON! I can see your fangirlingness has leaked all over that reply! Grady's strong grip?! XD ILU! Watch mine leak all over this post! XP *loves Sly so much more than the other 7th year Gryffs* Notice that I suddenly make him talk with an accent!!! :D))

Grady couldn't help but laugh as he listened to Sly's muffled grunts. That was the sort of thing he liked to hear -- after all, it was the sound of winning. The yelp was simply icing on the cake. He didn't pull Sly's up any higher, not wanting to hurt his friend, but certainly not wanting to let him just go free! What sort of match would that be?

And then the words he wanted to hear (though they were still slightly muffled). 'I give! I give!'. There was nothing sweeter than the sound of success, especially after a wrestling match. He eased his grip on his mate, laughing madly as he watched Sly try to wiggle out of his hold. "Beat me senseless?!" he bellowed happily, giving Sly one last good squash into the ground. "Don't cha ye mean so I don't break off yer arm, eh?" he teased, elbowing his friend playfully in the side once Sly was sitting up.

My, weren't they a couple o' panting, foolish, handsome lions.

Grady quirked a skeptical eyebrow at Sly. "Keep up with yer looks? You mean the looks that can never properly lasso a bird?" He exaggerated his nods, clearly being sarcastic. "Oh yeaaaaah. Those are the looks I want." He waggled his eyebrows at the proper places, finding that teasing his mates had never gotten old. Though, at Sly's next comment, Grady looked bewildered "Yhuh?" he grunted, rather confused. Sure, he wanted to see his best mate snag a girl, but he had been too busy with his 'best girl Charlie' to help out. "Who?" he asked, realizing that make he did sound like a right idiot sometimes.

[slyautolycus]

"Pffff! Pff, pff, I say!" he retorted, scoffing at his mate, though there was obvious mirth behind it. "I've lassoed nearly every girl of age in this school, and ye KNOW it, aye." Sly fluffed his hair a bit, looking ridiculous and purposefully so, quite full of himself. There was nothing better to distract you from your troubles than frivolous fun with the opposite sex. The more lips he kissed, the more he convinced himself he could erase the memory of those lips... Her lips.

But he arched a brow when Grady looked befuddled. "Oh, come off it. Dun play innocent with me now. Who, indeed." Sly reached over and slugged Grady in the arm. "Jackie, o' course!" He grinned that devilish grin, speaking conspiratorially, "I caught that owl o' hers, addressed to Charlie... someone sent it to me. Which o' ye was it, then? Eh?"

He leaned back a bit, relaxing. "Not that the details really matter, y'see. I chatted 'er up yesterday and she was RIGHT smitten with me, 'twas obvious. S'about time that girl thought about blokes as well as brooms, I say." He smirked that cavalier smirk of his and waggled his brows. If only Jackie could hear him talking about her like this, he'd have himself a black eye or a busted lip, that was for sure. Perhaps both.