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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Saturday, March 11th, 2006 / 11:50 AM.
Location: The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade
Open To: HOT MEN, DUDE. (Thatcher, Noah, Charlie, and Merlin?)
Currently Involving: Troy

All right. So. There was perhaps one thing better than spending a Hogsmeade weekend with a bird. Even if that meant sitting through the

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[frogleygoof]

Troy was slightly distracted by focusing the majority of his brainpower and inner equillibrium or summat of the sort on balancing on the back two legs of his chair, knees wobbling a bit, one index finger extended on the edge of the table for support. He let himself fall back to all four legs of the chair on the ground as Thatcher sat down, looking slightly less high-spirited than usual. Quickly he learned the reason why. Ah. Money. Troy nodded back with a grin, geekily pulling out an old Ravenclaw-striped sock full of coins, dropping it on the table in front of him. "Thatch old boy, my pockets overfloweth, as well as my high-spirits, so you are set," he smugly nodded. "Auntie Bev and her care packages," he smiled. Sad to think his great aunt's care package money was used to buy alcohol and food.

He rolled his eyes at Noah as he sat down, only to be followed by Charlie. "Oh yeah?! This coming from a Hufflepuff! Charlie, really, you've GOT to stop following me into the showers to sneak a peak at the. . ."

He stopped as he was interrupted by Merlin, holding a hand out in agreement. "Ay that's a chap, he definitely means Hale here! Terribly jealous, he is, who wouldn't be?!"

Troy grinned at the group and rubbed his hands together, "So, ol' chaps, get the girly conversation going, or do we order a round first?"

[cthatcherhale]

At the sight of falling galleons, Thatcher felt the temptation to snog a man for the first time in his life.

Awkward.

Bleedin' money!! Oh, lack of drinks and spirits no longer! Bless that Troy, bless him. The second Thatcher had found out that his account at Gringotts had been drained, he thought life was over and thought to hock his broom. Surely a Nimbus could get him at least enough for a butterbeer and chocolate frog! But no, worries of pawnage were now over, as Troy's money cup overfloweth and he could get himself a drink.

Bless him. Bless him.

Now, as almost the entire group seemed to be declaring him to be an eunuch, Thatcher glanced up from the money pile, brow rising. Then, as he cleared his throat, he placed a hand on Noah's shoulder and peered over it, as if attempting to inspect his crotch. "...really, I've heard stories about it, Noah, but I hadn't thought that you'd confirm it to be true. So... really, that explains everything, though."

Apparently the afternoon needed to kick off with a bout of genital insults.

Brow furrowing in 'concern' at Noah, Thatcher waved his hand at Troy as he replied (in quite a loud voice, really), "Aye, mate, order a round, I say. And please, make Noah's a double. He could really use it, what with his loss and all, poor bloke."

[noah_ogilvy]

On second thought, Noah didn't find anything funny about blokes missing their rude-bits. Erm... genitals, as Thatcher so politely thought of them. He had never said that he was one of the two! There were two blokes at the table, Troy and Thatcher, and he was the THIRD of the blokes so that meant he wasn't... bloody hell, why would he talk about himself in third person or... no, it was a joke so perhaps - his poor, Ravenclaw mind was defeated. He showed this with a pout and a nod, keeping his eyes fixed intently on the table in front of him.

And so it began.

"Well, none of you bothered to ask why I had such trouble with birds," Noah stated a moment later, flashing them all a grin. If there was anything he had learned, it was to laugh at himself. Otherwise, he'd never be amused by anything. Much.

"How's it hanging, Hale?" he asked with a raised brow, pointing at Troy to indicate he would take that double. And then, well... he'd pay for it himself. Perhaps when Troy became that famous Quidditch star (or if, more like), then he'd take advantage of the bloke's money.

[le_charlie]

Charlie thought that talk of missing genitals was incredibly funny, especially when he wasn’t accused of being one of the two that was, er, lacking. His manhood was NEVER questioned, thank you, Charles Kerrigan was THAT manly. Though, with the surprising and rising amount of eunuchs seated at the table, he and Merlin could quickly be dragged into it.

“It’s a terrible habit, I know,” Charlie agreed, clapping his hand onto Troy’s shoulder. “I apologize, mate, I thought you’d like the attention.”

“Loony?” he asked Merlin, eyebrows disappearing behind his shaggy blonde hair. “Right, Flanagan, I don’t suppose your father and Thatch over here have something in common?” Giggling and shooting a smile at the younger Gryffindor, Charlie tossed some of his own galleons on the table to help Tory out.

Charlie looked at Noah sadly, shaking his head. Must be terrible, being a eunuch.

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin Flanagan was used to having his manhood questioned, unfortunately. Especially by Slytherin blokes who did not approve of his nickname. No matter how many pictures of Ben Connelly he'd stared at in his lifetime, he was very much a man, thank you.

"Aye, a round! An' then we get t'talkin'," Merlin agreed, though he wondered if they were all gathered here to (once again) discuss Lolita Damon. There were only so many ways Merlin could state that he really had no bloody advice for the poor bloke. The bird was a complete mystery.

"Perhaps not, but they should! Me da shouldn' be allowed t'reproduce anymore, ye saw how I turned out!" Merlin told Charlie with a chuckle, tossing some coins on the table, sliding a galleon back into his pocket before it could be seen. Erm... not for use, that one.

Eunuchs. HAR. Well, the day was becoming more interesting by the minute.

[frogleygoof]

Troy nearly fell backwards in his chair at hearing Noah ask "how's it hangin'." Ah, the bloke had gone from referring to such as "rude bits" and now. . .well. . .he was learning. And Troy was THE best teacher, or so he would keep smugly telling himself. OF course.

He leaned back a bit to gesture at the barkeep, rather bombastically yelling "BARKEEP. SIX BUTTERBEERS!" and then sitting back. Hey, nobody ever said Troy was subtle. Or refined. "That sixth is for you, Ogilvy. You're gonna' chug that in front of us, you are. Maybe you'll get the buzz from that. THEN, if I do say so myself, we'll go scout you out a bird. God knows you need one. Badly."

Troy smirked at Charlie, swatting him upside the head. "Goldilocks, you have to stop with the same old 'Just so I can casually comment to Lolita' excuse. It's creepy, it is," he joked.

"Merlin, my dear old chap, you talk without butterbeer. Besides, you Irish, takes you a LOT longer to get you snockered."

Did Troy just make up a word? Snockered? It sounded good enough. Troy was rather fond of it, actually.

[cthatcherhale]

See, now these were the times that made everything going on in the world an absolute mute point. Yes, there were horrors beyond all horrors happening in the world around them, but for right now? For right now, there were just five boys, copious amounts of butterbeer, and Madam Rosemerta wandering around somewhere.

Oh, and eunuchs.

At Noah's comment, Thatcher actually had to bring his hand up to cover his mouth as he sputtered with laughter. How's it hanging? Oh, Merlin, Noah actually said a joke. "Write.. write that one down in the history books, mates," he replied, grinning at Noah as he spoke between man-giggles. "I believe this moment to be a once-in-a-lifetime ordeal. Noah's said a joke. Clever one, at that!"

But, at Charlie continuing the joke, Thatcher threw his hands up in the air. "Mate! Mate! I tell you, I've all my manly parts! Really, here, I'll be more than happy to prove this to you and this entire lot here." But, in a saucy whisper, he leaned over the table to add, "Though I think the best witness to my manhood, my.. excessive and grappling manhood if you will, would be Madam Rosemerta herself, but seeing as she's busy at the moment..." With a sigh, he stood up, rolled his shoulders back and brought his hand to his belt.

Well, nothing but a bit of manly-bits showing to start the day out, right?

[noah_ogilvy]

Noah thought he was perfectly capable of making a good joke every now and again. The trouble was that his brain was too easily broken by the blokes that currently surrounded him, they squashed his humour as if it never existed in the first place. But he was proud to spend his Hogsmeade weekend with them, at least part of it, and to 'hear, hear' about things like... barmaids or what have you.

Though he understood how that it was best not to say anything about eunuchs, unless he wanted to be accused of being one, and really? He was the only one at the table that was dangerously close to having people actually believe it! Or so it would seem.

"I don't have to be buzzed to get a girl! I've proven my wit," Noah stated casually, though he'd have no problem with chugging a butterbeer. He wasn't that much of a pansy. Today.

Noah laughed at Charlie and Merlin's discussion, only to choke on his own spittle at Thatcher's words. NO HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE THE MANLY PARTS. Bloody hell, they were in public! Even Troy's chest hair was a bit much for this setting.

"Please, you... she's... how old is she?" Noah asked with wide eyes, trying to hide his blushing. How he'd gotten to be thrown in with this lot, he would never rightly know.

[le_charlie]

Charlie merely giggled (very man-ish-ly, thank you) at Noah’s comment, making a mental note to buy him a drink personally. His head bobbed up and down in agreement with Troy, sticking a finger in Noah’s direction.

Charlie was very proud he’d resisted the urge to say, “Pull it.” Yes, he had amazing amounts of self control.

“No, really, Eli,” Charlie said instead, unsuccessfully avoiding Troy’s hand. He gave the bloke a look that seemed to dare him to do it again, then turned back to Noah. “Butterbeer WILL help, at least in your case! And oy, what does it matter how old Rosmerta is? She’s Rosmerta!”

But, if Noah decided not to take the pint, Charlie would happily down it in his place.

“And you!” he said, finally getting to Troy. “It was most certainly not to have a nice look at you, its one of the most popular stop on the Quidditch Tour I started when I was eleven. I save the best for last, mate. You’re first on the list.”

Firing a cheeky grin at Tory, Charlie leapt up when the barmaid arrived with the drinks, taking one for himself before sitting back down. He was never any good as toasts, he’d let one of the others do that.

[ohsweetmerlin]

"Aye, tha's true... an' tha's fer the best, really. Allows me t'watch the rest o'ye make fools o'yerselves an' I can swoop in on Rosmerta," Merlin told them all with an eyebrow wiggle. Clearly he wasn't going to be hitting on the woman anytime soon. Unfortunately, despite the fact that it was horribly unpleasant to watch Thatcher's hand go to his belt, the bloke probably had a chance. If the rumours were true... though Merlin hated to think any rumours like that to be true about a lady.

"Ye've got wit, but 'twould be nice t'have workin' parts as well, wouldn' it?" Merlin joked with Noah, giving a pat to Charlie's shoulder as he mentioned something about butterbeer helping AND Rosmerta's age being inconsequential. Hopefully they could get Ogilvy so knackered he'd forget he knew what 'inconsequential' meant. Troy, on the other hand, might actually grow some brain cells with a drink. HAR.

"CHEERS, BOYOS!" Merlin shouted as he grabbed a glass for himself, lifting it into the air before taking a good swig.

[frogleygoof]

Troy seemed to scream with laughter at Thatcher standing up and causing Noah to choke. "Ladies, ladies, please, spare Noah. He's never even taken a good look at his own. Baby steps with this one," he joked, unable to stifle the immature boyish giggles at that one. "Sit your arse DOWN, Thatch!" he smirked, leaning back in his chair a bit. Troy peered over to Noah and shook his head, "Age ain't nothin' but a number, Ogilvy. Besides, you've got a lotta' catching up to do."

Troy tossed his head back with a laugh at Charlie, nodding with a serious-ish look on his face. "Oh, right you are, chap. Good on you, then." He took a pint and laughed to Merlin, "Damned Irishman, you are! Psh, you're banned from The Summit, taking all the chicks from us."

He stood up triumphantly, holding the butterbeer in one hand, "Cheers! To the summit. And. . .Quidditch. And. . ." Troy stopped a bit, looking at his friends. "Feel free to pitch in, ladies."

[cthatcherhale]

"That's right," Thatcher cooed in reply, giving a saucy wink to Noah. "Ain't nothing but a number, Ogilvy. Fourty or eighteen makes no difference to me."

He brought his hands up in surrender as he nodded to Troy. "You're right. I'm too much for him," he replied with another stern nod as he took his seat. Poor Noah. He always got the brunt of this sort of stuff, but really! He set himself up for it. Grinning, he chimed in his support on the Merry and the Birds subject. "He out-charms the lot of us," he added dryly. "Honestly, Merry, you've got to at least let the rest of us practise our 'game'. Let us think we've a chance with our beautiful siren, then move in on her in dark corners where we dare not look!"

As Troy toasted, Thatcher practically giggled like a little girl (MAN GIGGLE, DAMN IT) as he threw in his own. "To snogging every last woman in this bar before I find the one I'm looking for!" And then, in a murmured voice, "...and to finding her. Period. Merlin."

[noah_ogilvy]

Ew. His mates were blinking disgusting. The 'rude-bits' thing was really starting to make some sense now.

Why in bloody hell was even Charlie against him with this Rosmerta thing? OY. Forty or eighteen... it didn't make a difference? Perhaps not to Thatcher, but Noah didn't want to end up like the male sex-slave of a poorly written novel! He might have been fit and attractive, emphasis on might, but that was completely irrelevant to this.... bloody hell, what was this anyway? A summit?

He grabbed a butterbeer and chugged the entire thing before reaching for another glass, all with the same expression. Perhaps Ogilvy was the one to be made fun of now, but he'd get the last laugh when he spread rumours about them all in the Quibbler. Lovely.

"Merlin, you can have all the girls you want... especially if Troy fancies 'em! Just leave me one, for the practise," Noah stated with a small smile.

Noah rolled his eyes at Thatcher, mumbling 'TO QUIDDITCH' and taking a sip of his drink. Summits. Oy.

[le_charlie]

Well, Charlie didn’t want Rosmerta for himself! He honestly didn’t think anyone at the table would, really, except Thatcher. Charlie never knew where that bloke’s mind was, but he assumed it was a safe bet to put his money on women. Yes, he’d leave the barmaid for Noah, or Thatcher, or whoever wanted her. He had Hanna, thank you!

Unfortunately for Noah, Charlie did join the others on the age issue. He was the poofy romantic in the group, after all, which led him to firmly believe that age was of no importance. He highly doubted anyone would make Noah a sex-slave anytime soon, and if it WERE to happen, he’d merely laugh.

Charlie was terrible, yes, but really, how could one not laugh at the idea of being a sex-slave?

‘To the summit!” he cheered loudly, sloshing around his half-empty pint. “To Quidditch! To Butterbeer!”

[ohsweetmerlin]

Merlin had never been as fond of Rosmerta as other blokes. Merry could appreciate her simply for the legend of her, if that made any sense. it was like the Irish, always singing about trees... ones Merlin wouldn't care about if it weren't for the fact that it was a tradition to sing about the bloody trees. Rosmerta was just like that, yes! It was a tradition for Hogwarts blokes to oogle her and be generally immature about her lack of uniform.

Ah, well Merlin was also a romantic at heart. He'd have one lass and one lass alone! Unfortunately, he had to agree with Noah that he'd rather not have said lass be twice his age. Sex-slave... har, a fate of a Flanagan bloke no doubt. He'd have to be careful.

"An' t'think I'm only a sixth! Ye should have an advantage o'er me, boyos! Best start turnin' up yer charm!" Merlin said with a laugh, clinking his glass against Troy's, and then the others as they cheered about... god only knows.

He'd try to refrain from singing.

[frogleygoof]

"Ah, romantic as always, Hale," Troy rolled his eyes, holding out his pint as well. He looked to the rest of his friends, and let out a half-chuckle under a groan. "Quidditch, beer, and birds? Or in Thatch's case, old women? Come on, we can get a bit more original than that, can't we?" His eyes narrowed a bit as he inhaled deeply. "I say. . .to. . .tracky bottoms!"

Well, perhaps it wasn't so far from the usual theme; sports clothes. Hrmm.

"Don't get cocky, Flanagan," Troy smickered, nodding and calling out "Cheers!" as he clinked his glass on everyone else's, only to take a huge gulp afterwards.