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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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[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."

[loopdeelou]

As Lou made an attempt to stuff the wirewisk back into her robes, there was a puff of puce-colored smoke and a clay pot appeared where the utensil had once been. "Well, now you're just being ridiculous," she scolded...well... someone. It was probably the clay pot, come to think of it, for it was rather large and would not fit unobtrusively back into the spot inside her robes where it had come from. Rolling her eyes, she set the pot down on her knees and continued looking mildly annoyed with Brinley.

"I said you could if you wanted to, you know, not that you had to," she said, with a scowl. She ran her thumbs along the top edge of the pot. There was nothing for it but to wait until it changed into something a little more managable. One couldn't simply walk around with such a breakable item in their cloak! It'd probably.... break, or something.

She sat back in the chair, arms folded over her chest. An uneasy silence fell. It was probably very strange to hear Lou Hawkins ceasing in her prattling, but it did happen now and again.

Unfortunately, it seldom lasted very long.

"Why do you even like him?" she blurted out suddenly.

"He isn't like you at all."

[brinley_watson]

...what?

Okay, so in as much as he tried to keep from addressing her odd sort of pocket watch, the second it turned into a pot, he just had to. "That," he quipped, "is why you bints shouldn't play about with magic so much. Haven't a bloody clue what you're doing half the time, do you." Women. If they were doing anything besides a household charm, they were practically useless. Turning pocket watches into pots and.. really.

But that was completely out of his mind as she finally shut the bloody fuck up, and he was able to relax again. He had even made a grab for his magazine and was in the middle of reaching for it when she decided to talk again.

Interesting question.

Part of him wanted to immediately tell her that it was far from any of her business but... well... he was in a mood, okay? The only person he had ever devoted more than ten minutes to had passed out in his arms. Add to that the fact that he felt these odd pulls to kiss a cheek or stroke a palm and.. right, yes, he was just a mess. So despite not wanting a thing to do with her question, the second she asked it, his mind whizzed anyway. Bloody good question. For a quiet moment, his gaze turned to Illiad. No, he'd not let himself turn into some sort of sap. "I don't see how that's any of your business," he finally replied, obviously having trouble pulling his eyes away from Illiad to look back to Louvika. "I don't ask you why you like your muggle fuck-buddies, do I?"

[loopdeelou]

Lou very desperately wanted to tell him that the transfiguration of the wand was only a defensive mechanism, nothing to do with HER lack of magic, but some how she figured he wouldn't understand. They usually didn't. Men. Always thinking logically when there was definately no reason for it. So she just patted her palms in a waltz tempo along the top portion of the pot, her back heel clicking against the chair now and again, keeping very good time.

"I don't suppose you do," she confessed, "but my muggleborn," she didn't bother holding any emphasis on the fact that Seth was not a muggle, but muggleborn-- it would've been wasted on Brinley Watson, "fuck-buddies have little interest to you. Whereas your pureblood one is my cousin. I ought to be allowed to know, see?" she asked, her tone cool, but definately prying. It was a bad habit of hers-- this prying. And it was one of the reasons Illiad disliked his cousin so.

"One of these reasons I prefer Muggleborn boys so much," she practically muttered under her breath, "boys like Andy and Seth... not so bothersome about blood. Hm." She glared at a nice spot by Brinley's left foot.

[brinley_watson]

Oh. Apparently she was quite wrong. He let her prattle and on and on until she actually had something interesting to say. Muggle fuck-buddies included Seth and Andy?

Hm. Interesting, that.

The sad part was this: Brinley had built up this theory that Illiad found out about the two of them directly from Andrew Frazer himself. What better way to tempt Brinley's mouth shut than to tell the details of their 'affair' to the one person he'd brag to about it? Once Illiad knew, Brinley wouldn't really want it spread around so much. It would just cause more hurt for Illiad and while yes, he rarely cared about Illiad's feelings that way, he knew what the boy's limits were. He could only stand to hear of Brinley's conquests once and if the bulk of the student population found out about it, he'd hear it quite a few times. Spreading a rumour about the two of them post-Illiad finding out was too cruel. See? He had limits when it came to his lover. They were horrible ones, yes, but at least they were there.

So on to the bad part. He had been wanting to get his own revenge but hadn't the foggiest clue how to go about it. A door of opportunity opened right directly before Louvika, however, and Brinley was prepared to walk through it.

"Hmm."

He'd have to do this perfectly.

"Odd, Louvika," he replied slowly, almost as if he was so wrapped up in pondering the situation that he had to actually think about his words, "I hadn't realized that he was one of your mudblood fuck-buddies. Andy, you say? As in Andrew Frazer?"

Two for one. He'd prod Andrew's side through Louvika and avoid the 'Aww, feelings for Illiad?' bit longer.

[loopdeelou]

Lou gave him a curious look, stopping the drumming on the pot. "Yes, Andy Frazer," she said, the name seeming to glow on her lips. Oh! How she adored that boy and his pretty face, pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty voice, pretty...everything! She seemed mildly distracted for a moment, however-- apart from imagining the boy in knee-highs and a frock, eating soup, another thought (far more depressing!) crossed her mind.

She'd never been with Andy!

Those random make out parties didn't count, she figured, to Brinley, who had probably made out with loads more guys than she had (he had a whole year on her, after all!). But while they were tons of fun, guys like Brinley only ever counting going all the way. This made for an awkward circumstance. Lie to Brinley? That would be very easy. But would he know? Lou, while an excellent liar, was one of the sort that was always fearful she'd be found out. Even if it was something so simple as whether or not she'd been caught in a broom closet with Andrew Frazer.

"Why's that odd?" she figured she'd go with, raising an eyebrow at him. "Do you think I'm too ugly for him?" she sounded rather indignant.

"Because -he- doesn't think so! And he's a very good kisser, really, he is!"