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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Tuesday, March 14th, 2006 / 5:02 PM.
Location: Grounds? Courtyardy? Place?
Open To: Tatiana
Currently Involving: Hargreaves

Hargreaves Beckett had done a fair amount of stewing and complaining to himself and in general, being what those of a lesser breed would call "a mardy bum." Life wasn't fair, that he was

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Tati took a seat next to Hargreaves, crossing her legs at the knee, as was her usual mannerism. She heard somewhere that it wasn't proper to cross the legs anywhere else but at the ankles (which was what English princesses were taught to do), but there was a worldly air in Tatiana's preferred way of sitting. Ha at that, world.

"At the tree?" she looked up at it, eyes wide, looking for something eye-catching up there. ...She saw nothing of interest, and blinked at Hargreaves curiously. "Are you positively sure? Since when did you have a fondness for nature?"

Feeling any better? What about--oh, right. It took her a moment to register the question. Slowly she formed some sort of semi-coherent response (it took effort to think and speak simultaneously, it did!): "A bit different. ...I'm a bit afraid of shoes now, can you imagine?" She tapped her feet together. "I won't be able to wear Louboutins again for the rest of my life. Thank Merlin for Blahniks."

"And you?" she said brightly. "Back to your usual lovely backstabbing yet?" she chided. "Don't begin again without me!"

[hargreaves_b]

((OOC: Oy! Sorry for taking so long! My "muse" was gone after that scare :P But it's all good now! All back on track and all!))

Hargreaves smiled and replied, "I thought I saw a grindylow in it. And wondered what in the world a grindylow was doing out of the lake and up in an oak. It was just some leaves. Did have me very curious, though."

Not true. Hey, he needed practice at lying, anyways!

He looked at his cousin in an oddly innocent manner, waiting for her answer. He found himself relieved when all she could speak of were shoes, and laughed nearly silently. "Loo. . .blah. . .I have no idea what you're talking about, Tatiana. Remember? I stick to Vanity Fair, not the fashion magazines. Well. . .is Vanity Fair a fashion. . ." He rolled his eyes and laughed again, "Oh bother, never mind. As long as you're all right and all. There are worse things than being afraid of shoes."

Like. . .a concussion. Or a black eye. Or. . .oy. Never mind.

He shot her a smirk and a glare, shaking his head, "I don't backstab. . .Oh! You mean lovely Rae Burton?!" And yes, the devious grin was BACK on his face.

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((That's ok! It gave me plenty of time to reclaim the Tati!muse and Lolita!muse, though I think Lolita's kind of dead now that I've been seeing too much of Freja around. Freja on the runway in lacy dresses? Kinda overrides Lolita's persona, sadly.))

"I thought grindylows lived in--" Tatiana began, before she realised Hargy was being sarcastic. "Oh. Don't do that!" she semi-whined, "it makes me feel rather stupid." If Hargy wanted to practise lying, he should do it by telling some Hufflepuff girls that they had a great sense of style. If THAT wasn't lying, Tati didn't know what was. Honestly, lack of good taste seemed to be an acquired trait of people in that house. Better a Lion than a Badger, Tati would say.

"Louboutin," she guided enthusiastically with a grin, "say it with me. You can do it! 'Louboutin'." And then she remembered that brand had traumatized her. "...Ooooh but Blahniks are just as lovely. Perhaps more."

Her eyes widened and she tilted her head to reply ignorantly, "Of COURSE there are worse things than being afraid of shoes. I could be afraid of handbags! THERE'S a horrific thought." Cue a confident nod.

Tatiana caught the devious grin. "Ahh, there we have it. Hargreaves Beckett is back to normal--let the world stop holding its breath! And of course you backstab. It's our favourite sport, isn't it? Er, cousinly bonding," she called it, making up a word.