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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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[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.