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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]

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!"

[brinley_watson]

Oh, if Andrew Frazer was caught in any kind of closet, it wouldn't be one that held Louvika Hawkins. His closet would be frillier. Filled with men and begging him to come out of it.

See? Brinley was sort of funny.

Now this? This was amusing. He actually grinned, though it was a smile of sick pleasure, not amusement or joy. Sinking back into his seat again, he pulled his legs up to rest snake skin boots on the foot of Illiad's bed. Only thing he'd hope for would be his lover's continued rest, as the last thing he needed to wake up to was a discussion about his apparent least-favorite tosser.

"Do I think you're too ugly for him?" he repeated. His eyes closed slightly as if he was really giving it some extra thought there. Oh, he was going to drag this one out. It was too beautiful to rush. "...no... no, I'd daresay that you aren't. Perhaps too pretty, I'd say. You see... I actually know him very well." Pausing, he brought a hand up with flourish and moved it in a sort of circle, as if urging himself to continue. "Very well, actually. He tends to not like them so much pretty as... handsome, perhaps?" Thankfully the English had blessed their language with words such as 'handsome', which could really fit to either gender. "The pretty ones just intimidate him. Pull him far from his comfort range, I believe. He's very particular, you see."

Now the only question was... how was muggle-hating Brinley Watson a pro when it came to Andrew Frazer?

Oh, but her last sentence... that really killed him. He wanted to laugh right there on the spot, but instead his brow rose in faux curiousity. "...well, perhaps I'm wrong with my observations then? So you've kissed him?"

[loopdeelou]

"Oh yes," Lou said earnestly. That wasn't a lie-- she had frequently found herself at Andrew Frazer's lips during parties of a Certian Sort. Of course, like most of her flings, these macking sessions were never serious (and because of the athmosphere of these parties, they were seldom remembered the next morning). But she definately didn't know she was merely something for Andy to test his hetrosexuality out on (however, if she did, it was likely she'd be more flattered than angry at his lies or insulted).

"And what do you mean by 'handsome'?" she asked, looking puzzled. She had always heard her mother described as handsome, but also Professor McGonagall... did that mean Andy swung for elder women?! Well. She would have to inform Fi of this latest development, if it turned out to be true! Already to her mind came flashes of ten or so different recipies for Aging Potions.

But these thoughts were suddenly disperesed, as quick as they had come. A new and most intresting thought crept into Lou Hawkins' mind, one she was apalled she hadn't realized before.

"Wait a mo'," she said, holding out one hand. "Andy's muggleborn... how do you know so much about him? I thought you hated muggleborns!"

[brinley_watson]

Curiously, Brinley's head tilted as Lou revealed that yes, they had apparently snogged at some point. Oh yes. He'd use that against Andy later. He had every intention of hunting the boy down anyway. Now he had fodder for that future battle. He couldn't really insult Brinley for being such a manwhore... at least he didn't pull females in with him, making them think he was something that he wasn't. Despite being evil and all, Brinley didn't think that gays messing about with females was a good idea.

Of course, his reasoning was more along the lines of 'Ew, nasty' then 'Let's not hurt them, eh?', but whatever.

"Hmmm," was his reply to that one. Very curious, indeed.

This was actually beginning to get fun. He never thought Lou to be a sharp one, so he doubted that she'd get what he was hinting at but.. well, it was going to be fun whether she was in on the joke or not. He breezed directly past her request for clarification on the 'handsome' comment (as really, that was best) and let his smile spread as she questioned their friendship.

"Oh, we're very close, actually," he replied. "I've.. taken him in, so to say." Oh, and what a nice taking it was. "He's somewhat of a side-project, you see." With a look on his face like he was recalling the fondest memories, he crossed his legs and relaxed more in his chair. Right. Pretending to pour his heart out here. "I couldn't help it, really. I was drawn to him. Someone had pulled a horrible trick on him and he was standing there, hot with rage and dripping wet and I, in an odd moment of compassion, felt the need to help him any way I could." Clicking his tongue, he added, "Poor thing." With a casual shrug, he continued. "We spent quite a lot of time together, getting to know one another as best as we could. We had hoped to keep it secret as really, who would want to hear about a Gryffindor and a Slytherin coming together despite their differences?"

Another shrug, and he was done.

[loopdeelou]

"'Side-project'?" It wasn't hard to see that Lou was confused by his terminology. Certianly, had she known about her friends sexuality, it might've been more clear. But in her mind, Andy Frazer was as straight as straight could get-- he hadn't ever really displayed signs of being otherwise (she'd even seen him somehow jealous of Seth on occasions, but figured he was just far too shy to inquire to her about fulfilling certian needs). So what was she to expect?

This didn't sound like the Andy she knew, though. Her (and Fi's) Andy was hot-tempered but non-judgemental, sweet and flattering, but somehow shy and secretive. Why would her Andy be friends with an ugly old git like Brinley Watson, even if there had been that sappy story about his 'moment of compassion' and him being 'dripping wet' and all that nonsense!

"You're having me on," she said, seriously, her eyes narrowed in another glare. "Why would Andy like you? He's far better than that, y'know. And furthermore-- you can say that you had your great moment of affection for him, but how come you never had such for Illiad? Illi, who doesn't have any friends but you... if you can call yourself that," her eyes looked very much like her cousins at this point, very smooth, calculating, and untrusting.

"You're having me on, Brinsies," she said, crossing her legs and adjusting her skirt, the pot-watch still sitting on her lap.

"You're a sweet kid," HA! She didn't even have to make her tone sarcastic to get across the point that she was being such, "but really. Andrew Frazer?"

Not her Andy-Pandy. Definately not.

Still... she might have to inquire to him about this...