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[loopdeelou]

:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving:  Lou-boo!

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but

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[loopdeelou]

"No!" Lou hadn't shouted, but she had made it very clear that this was not a light-hearted 'no'. Apperently, Pomfrey had entrusted her again with her speaking privleges. "I'm not going anywhere!" Owl still on shoulder, she grabbed a chair and swung it around to sit on it back-to-front, exactly across from where Brinley sat. Her pose was far different from his, too-- while he sat back so nonchalent, she had hunched low over her cousin and entangled their hands together so she could pet his soothingly. Her grey eyes-- so, perhaps unfortauntely, like Illiad's-- didn't stray an inch from his face, although they scanned over it back and forth in a constant motion. They were, indeed, wide with concern and definately fearful.

Pomfrey watched this display for a moment, then spoke again, "As much as I'd like to stay and continue on with this lovefest, I have paperwork to do. I don't care who stays or who goes," actually, it was evident by her eyes that she'd prefer both the batshit insane one and the asshat gone, but..."so long as you don't rip him to shreds while he's under my care." Without another word, she excused herself back to her office.

Several quiet minutes passed. Telemakos gave a low hoot, then fluttered up to sit on Louvika's head. This seemed to stir her from her reverie.

"You know," she informed Brinley in what seemed to be the most polite tone Louvika Hawkins had ever mustered, "you're a real asshole."

[brinley_watson]

"Drat," Brinley grumbled in return, replying to Pomfrey. "I had hoped to do just that. You're out to ruin all of my fun."

Oh, yes. That was spite dripping from his tone.

Okay, so Lou was sort of ruining his plans. The second the two were alone, the magazine was to be discarded and Brinley had decided that he'd play the part of that caring, loving boyfriend. Stroke Illiad's hand or whatnot. Perhaps even kiss him on the cheek, burn incense, say some tribal prayer, whatever. The younger boy would be asleep and wouldn't know it was happening and there would be no onlookers to see it either. He was weary and honestly, the idea of nursing his boyfriend back to health was actually somewhat tempting. But Louvika just had to join him and he wasn't about to show any sort of softer side with her about to witness it.

He was an asshole, was he? Well.. good. It's all he could ask for. Yes, he was cranky.. even more so than normal, but he had actually spent time worrying for someone and that always put him in the worst of moods. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he casually flipped the page. "And you're a real daft bitch, but I hardly see reason for name calling." Flipping his free hand at her, as if to bat her away, he added, "Do we really need to speak? I'm busy."

[loopdeelou]

Lou was very good at pretending she couldn't hear people. And enough had called her a bitch that the word barely even phased her. It was sort of like saying, "Hello!". In that vein, adding the word 'daft' in front of it was almost like saying, "Hello Sexy!", closely followed by a wolf-whistle. More of a compliment than an insult. But when Louvika Hawkins got in on a tangent (especially when it was about someone she cared for as much as she did Illiad), there was no stopping her.

"Really," she said, her eyes narrowing. She looked up at him, but didn't let go of Illiad's hand. "You know what? He really loves you! And you treat him like garbage! I've seen it!" Illiad, certianly, would never hear nor say a word against Brinley Watson, not even to his cousin-- a person he seldom liked but could definately confide in. Lou, however, although scatterbrained and mildly ditzy, was just as observent as he was. She spent a good deal of her time during breakfast watching them from across the Great Hall. When she wasn't, of course, choaking people with stuffed Thestrals.

"You practically ignore him, like? But he's always there at your beck and call! He's always pleased to do whatever you want him to... you'd think you could repay him now and again! But no-- nothing in Brinley Watson's world matters more than Brinley Watson!" she practically spat her anger at him, but true to her unspoken word, she kept her voice low. "You know, it's the same for Illi, except that nothing in his world matters more than you. You'd think you'd be content with just one person's world!"

She glared at the floor, then stooped down to pull something out of her bag. It was, of course, Carl the Thestral. Lifting Illiad's arm up, she slipped the mottled toy underneath it, turning its ugly head to lie on her cousin's chest.

"You're lucky to have Illiad. But he's got no one. No one but me."

[brinley_watson]

"Ohhh," he groaned as he closed the magazine and brought a hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing it as he stretched languishingly. "You so tire me with your... always running mouth and.. words and.. oh, can't you just shut up?" He'd not get to her with what he said, no no. But there was always a chance that he'd hit her with the way he said it instead. He acted like he could really care less about what she had to say which had to be some sort of double-whammy, considering how passionately devoted she was to this particular cause.

The sad part, however, was that she was completely right... and Brinley knew it.

Good and more relaxed than before, he crossed his legs and turned just enough in his chair to watch the insane little bugger. Merlin, was she ranting up a storm! Yet another reason why he hated women. They nagged and had the absolute inability to shut the bloody fuck up. "Allow me to correct you. Many things in my world matter to me. They matter to me dearly." Holding up a hand lazily, he ticked off fingers as if counting. "Sex, getting laid, more sex, kicking someone when they're down, sex afterwards, ridding the world of those disgusting mudbloods much like the ones you call friends and... yes, shagging a bit. And sex. See? Many things matter in my universe." Cheeky, fake-as-hell smile, hello. "Considering that at least half of that involves Illiad directly, one could say that in some sort of round about manner, Illiad matters quite a lot. Thank Merlin he's bloody excellent in bed. Right good shag, him." Shrugging, he then added, "And I'll have you know that I hardly ignore him. I notice him quite a lot. He just happens to be naked when he gets the majority of my attention, so you're robbed of the opportunity to witness it.. thank Merlin."

[loopdeelou]

Louvika flushed pink at his words. As much as she'd prefer not to think about her cousin in the throes of passion, even she couldn't deny that two boys were better than one. But Illiad was her cousin, for cripes sakes! And Brinley's words were just cruel, not to mention disgusting! Especially to Lou, who was practically his mother at Hogwarts. Whatever Illiad did with his freetime was completely his business, she could agree to that, beautiful or whatever it might be. And certianly, had he not been her cousin, she'd have made it her business early on! But she didn't need this slimeball discussing her Illi's prowess!

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she demanded of him, glaring. Her eyes were red-rimmed now, and she looked about ready to cry at the injustice of it all. "You don't deserve my cousin! He's too good for you! He's too good for all of you!" by this, of course, she meant the entire House of Slytherin, with whom she had been not so impressed with as of late.

"Furthermore, he cries over you, you know!? You and yer false boys!" Ooh. Illiad would definately kill her for that. As much as he didn't need people knowing he was a poofer, he definately didn't need them knowing he was a crying one. As the tears came unashamedly to Lou's eyes, her grip on her faux British-accent was also falling. "Ye'd think ye'd care!"

[brinley_watson]

In an ultimate show of 'My accent is better than yours', he snorted at her slip. "Ye'd do best to not worry about what I care for." He loved when they did that, acted all refined despite obviously being raised in some sort of Irish pig-stall. Sure, under normal circumstances he'd not give something as petty as a lilt a second thought but obviously she worried about it. She'd not put on false aires if she didn't give a bloody damn, would she? So pointing it out when said visage failed her had to get to her. It just had to.

The tears were just beautiful as well. Sure, he 'cared' for Illiad. That didn't mean he had to care for his annoying cousin as well, now did it? Brow cocked, he brought a hand up, then turned it as he pointed a finger at himself. "Gay, in case you haven't noticed," he replied. "Means I don't kiss any females, better yet my Muggle-fucking mother. This is the mouth I kiss Illiad with and before you bother yourself to ask, yes, he does like it dirty."

Ohhh. Pun!

Snapping out a handkerchief and tossing it to her unceremoniously, he continued. "Dry your face up. You look like a bloody idiot, which is exactly what I'd tell your cousin here if his own crying ever came up in conversation. He knows the terms of our relationship, love. If he can't handle it, he'd do well to find someone else to romp with." Bad. That would be bad. He'd never admit it outloud, but he'd likely lose his own bloody mind and go on some horrible rampage if Illiad even thought to leave him. It was more frightening than romantic.

[loopdeelou]

Lou's bottom lip twitched. It was like she was putting on some show to him! Well, she didn't think there was anything entertaining about this at all! She got to her feet and grabbed his hankderchief, dabbing Illiad's forehead with it. But the taunt about her accent annoyed her greatly. She wondered how he ever dealt if Illiad slipped-- not that he would. He was very good at it, she supposed, because he was doing it all the time. She often would speak to Fi or Seth normally (they never had to ask, "What did you say?"). But she doubted he had any Irish friends in Slytherin House. The Irish are too nice to be so cruel. He probably doesn't even talk, anyways.

She didn't imagine he could get a word in. Remembering how, in their kinder days, she had poked and prodded and teased him with chubby toddler hands as they sat under the watchful (if not senile) eye of their grandfather.
"Please Illiad! Let me hear your voice again! I promise I won't try to kiss you again!

And then! And then he said that thing about Illiad crying and OH! That made her MAD as ALL HELL! Forgetting herself, she drew her wand and pointed it squarely between Brinley's eyes, across Illiad's pale face.

And there she held it, her arm unquavering. That was the Hawkins way-- draw wands, ask questions later.

[brinley_watson]

Now that was something Brinley was fantastic at: quick to the draw. Her wand came out just seconds before his own did, only he stayed in his seat and pointed it at her as if it were some great hassle. "Please," he replied lazily. "Don't make me waste the words. Your lot isn't even fit for a proper duel."

And by your lot, he meant those Lions, too busy smelling one another's bums and romping about the castle, full of silliness, to even know how to properly hold themselves in battle. Had he known of the DA or Lou's participation in it, he would have held a different opinion. He, however, did not and just thought her to be yet another stupid bint waving a wand about like she knew how to use it.

Oh, he was getting to her. It was a beautiful thing. There was fury in her eyes and those tears were bound to be hot and angry now, not full of sympathy and pity for her cousin. "I'm here, aren't I?" he then added, further proving that he thought her wand draw to be more of a 'Oh, I have one of these' moves than a 'Oh, I'm going to use one of these' threat in the way that he spun his wand in a circle as he spoke. He was taunting her, yes. Absolutely. "And since you're obviously too daft to realize the meaning behind it, I'll indulge you." His voice then turned into one which would be best used on a child, so unknowing and stupid. "I'm here to be with my boyfriend. I brought him here. I'm staying by his side." Shrugging, he ended his revelation with a quick "So obviously he's not meaningless to me, bitch" and a yawn.

[loopdeelou]

Lou had always been a quick-draw, although her spells hadn't always worked the way the ought to. This was well known around the castle, that spells often backfired when Lou Hawkins was in a temper, and these backfirings were often worse than the actual curses she'd meant to cast.

Indeed, the fact that she'd gotten into less fights over the recent years was not due to her tempering of her temper, but to the fact that most avoided picking duels with her for this very fear.

But strangely enough, she lowered her wand to her side and slumped back into her chair. There wasn't any fear in her eyes- no. They were on Illiad's face. "D'ye know 'ow mad 'e'd be wit me if I cursed you into oblivion?" she asked him, or rather, the room at large. She didn't even bother disguising her voice again. This was most definately a situation for being herself--Irish and all. "'e's sooo pretty. Doubt you've ever seen 'im mad, like. 'e's pretty then, too."

"'ow come your brother is so much nicer than ye?" she asked him, her hands holding her wand now set between her knees.

[brinley_watson]

He hardly tried to shield a smirk as she gave up so easily. Good. Illiad would likely be pissed at Brinley for ages if he Crucio'ed his cousin. Apparently they liked one another, which still came as a shock to Brinley. Every Hawkins, save Illiad, was a waste in Brinley's eyes. Why didn't Illiad feel the same way?

"If you think him to be some sort of placid, emotionally-restricted idiot, you're very wrong," he replied, voice holding just a hint of a cutting tone. "He's been angry with me plenty." Still wearing the faintest proof of a bruise, he looked away. Eyes apparently preferred to stare at Illiad's blanket-coated feet. Oh yes, he had seen him angry a lot. They had even come to blows. But that was just part of their dynamic. Once part of her statement really sunk in (took a while to translate), he had to look at her again. "...wait, did you just call him pretty." Right, yes. That was weird. "You are fucking insane, you know that, don't you?" The really odd part about that statement was that the cutting tone was completely gone. There might have even been a hint of humour... and not the bad sort, either.

Though the look on Brinley's face changed, flashing through a million emotions at her question. She.. knew Chamberlayne? She had talked to him, then? If so, they had to have spoken recently... which would mean.. she had been spending time with him? When Brinley wasn't even given that honour? That hit him hard, possibly harder than anything else had. Surely Cham wouldn't be spending more time with a muggle-loving Hawkins while not sharing more than a few words over a meal with his own brother. Obviously she wasn't talking about him. No no. He had three other brothers and she could have ran into them at any point. "Apollo?" he asked, somewhat praying she'd say yes to that one. "You've met up with him?" Highly possible, that, as Apollo worked for the Ministry and was part of the team that tested students in Apparation.

[loopdeelou]

"He iss!" Lou said, earnestly. "What? Just because 'e's me cousin dannae mean I cannae call 'im pretty!" she said, rolling her eyes. "It dannae mean I've slept wit' 'im, does it?" That honor, she thought to herself, was reserved for jerks and non-cousins only. Not that she cared-- she definately didn't want to sleep with her cousin! But he was good looking, just like all of his brothers. Speaking of which...

"Apollo? What?" Lou looked confused. "How do you know Apollo? No, 'e'd 'ate you..." she was clearly referring to Apollo Hawkins. Biting her lip (again, a trait she shared with her cousin), she shook her bonny red head. "No, no. Cham. Chamberlayne. 'E's your brother, isn't he?" she asked him.

[brinley_watson]

"...I don't look at my relatives and determine if they're pretty or not," he replied slowly. Perhaps it wasn't what she said, but the way she said it. Or the fact that he didn't like anyone else thinking Illiad to be attractive. Actually, that was more of it than anything else. If his own family realized how good looking he was, anyone else would. And then he'd have competition.

Brinley didn't like competition.

And from the sounds of things, Lou was becoming that exact thing. No, not with Illiad per say but... well, this brother subject wasn't going the right way. "..of course I know my brother," he interrupted, perhaps in a way that was far, far too defensive. Before she could clarify, as he was afraid of what she'd say, he interjected quickly "Jakob? Or Samuel, then?" They were both Healers. Surely she had the chance to meet them. But then she said it, oh Merlin did she say it. For once, Brinley seemed to freeze. He wasn't quite sure what to say. She had met Cham and.. he was nice? To her? Wait wait, she.. she knew him. That was just.. wrong, that's what it was. Again, he had hardly talked to Cham for more than five minutes (his own brother!) but he apparently had the time to speak with that looney Gryffindor blood-traitor? "...yes. He is."

[loopdeelou]

"Wait. You've got an Apollo as well? Illi's got one-- 'is older brother. Pretty blonde haired boy, och, they're all pretty, aren't they? Helena's the first-- then Apollo. After him's Cadmus, but 'ee died while back." she waved a dismissive hand, "An' then Circe and Camra-- then's Illi, see? And then Athena, but she's wee yet." Why the fact that both Illiad and Brinley had brothers named Apollo had prompted her to devulge her cousins entire family tree was beyond the comprehension of anyone nearby. But it didn't matter-- it didn't seem right to mention one of Illi's clan and not the rest of them, for some reason. "Got anymore of them?" she asked him, her tone indifferent. "But, yeah, Apollo'd 'ate you. Dannae like Illiad much, neither-- imgaine! 'is own brother!" She shook her head, looking mildly annoyed. It had always been hard for her to see why the rest of the family hated Illiad so much-- to Lou, he was a very intresting and curious person (perhaps made even more so by the fact that he was so private).

"And 'bout Cham-- no, see, it was Cham," she insisted with big eyes. "Chamberlayne," she said his name sloppily-- it didn't seem to work so well with her rough accent.

"The Auror? Yes, we know each other," Rather well, she added in her mind. Brinley -definately- didn't need to know about that. "Ee's right fantastic, isn't 'ee? A true gentleman!" her eyes narrowed unwillingly, as if to ask Brinley what had happened in between the years of the two brothers birth to prevent their mother from having gentlemanly sons.

[brinley_watson]

She sure did prattle on quite a bit and Brinley's annoyance with it was clearly and extremely evident on his features. He even went so far as to bring a hand up and drag it across his face. He was wounded! Cham was getting to know this daft fool and not his own little brother?! The bloody hell was that, eh?!

Talk about people that were private. "I don't talk about my family with people I don't care to know," he replied dryly. It was then that he turned to face the wall at Illiad's feet and actually slumped down into his chair a bit. Oh Merlin, why wasn't Illiad awake? Surely he'd know whatever key phrase had to be said to get his cousin to shut the bloody hell up.

"Fantastic," he added. "So thrilled to know that you approve of Chamberlayne." Bitter? Never! Sure, he thought Cham was fantastic (as the bloke had been built up as a god by their grandparents), but he didn't exactly want to hear that from her. "Could you just.. shut up now? You'll wake Illiad."

If only she would.

[loopdeelou]

Lou rolled her eyes and laughed. "Please, don't you know anything about basic potions?" her voice had somehow gone back to being British. School work, for some reason, always sounded so unrefined in her normal voice. And when it came to Potions, where she had to content with bratty Ravenclaws who -always- thought they knew better than her, her natural dialect was a bit of a set-back, unfortunately, and a reason for taunting.

"You use lacewing flies in potions for perserving strength... unfortunately, these sort of make you hibernate when you do go to sleep. So Illi's going to be sleeping a while. I mean, like, a couplea hours, not months or whatever. Doesn't matter, he needs it." She fell back into the chair and Telemakos gave a soft hoot from where he was perched on Illiad's bedframe, looking worried. Louvika pulled a live mouse out of her pocket and offered it to him. The owl took it graciously, turning his head upwards to swallow it.

Content with his reaction to her condolances, Lou pulled a wirewisk attached with a gold chain out of her school robes. She looked at it a moment, pondering, then said, "S'only two-ish anyways," she informed Brinley, politely.

"You can leave if you'd like." Oooh. The way her voice curved around the words was so obviously hinting at the fact that she didn't want him there, it was almost painful. This could be an intresting stand-off.

[brinley_watson]

Brinley had a near-exasperated look on his face as he looked back to her. She really didn't plan on shutting up. She didn't. It was terrible. She was going to dry him bloody mad and Illiad would wake up to find his dear, sweet cousin spattered against a bloody wall or something. He, thankfully, wasn't so annoyed that he couldn't get a good crack in edgewise. So with a sigh, he suddenly sat up in his seat and slowly raised a hand, as if motioning to the nurse. "Might I get a shot of that as well?" He then nodded to the imaginary nurse (as really, he'd not willing address that old bat again) and sat back in his chair again. "Illiad likely doesn't know how very lucky he is."

Oh, but he'd hear of it. In a list of complaints that would include going on and on about how completely uncouth it was to pass out during foreplay, he'd address the issues caused by being locked up in a room with Louvika Hawkins. He was going to owe him eighty blow jobs at least.

He'd not address her telling time with a wisk. No, he didn't want to know. She was bat-shite insane, after all. But he did glance at her again (glare was more like it) as he motioned for the door in return. "After you."