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Week Name/Date/Time: “Duelly Noted” / Friday, December 1st, 2006 / 7:55 PM
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Andy and any other Gryffindors who want to join in on the AWKWARD
Currently Involving: Bacchy
Anyone who wasn't a first year knew the rules. Do NOT bother the captain the night before the match-- especially if he had his favorite tin goblet in his hands. That meant that within the tinny depths was his pre-game daught of mulled wine-- Chardonney spiced up just gently with a couple of choice herbs.
And maybe some firewhiskey.
The God of Wines sat, taking up the length of his favorite sofa (who cares if it could sit more? He was the God of Bleedin' wines and he was about to win them a goddamn match! He could sit wherever he damn well pleased, thanks!), legs stretched out over the armrest and blonde curls swooped back past his forehead. Even his teammates knew better to bother him at this point.
He wasn't drunk. No, it was very bad to go to a match with a hang over. Not that Bacchus Donovan ever got hangovers (he liked to pretend he was too cool for them). He was simply using the mulled wine to calm his nerve a bit.
Bacchus has nerves? No way.
Well, maybe, because it is his last year as captain and he may never get the chance to whip Ravenclaw's butt ever again which was a very sad thought.
But again: any Gryffindor who knew their place knew better than to bother Bacchus Donovan, God of Wines, Sex, And Cigarettes, the night before the big game.
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Andy and any other Gryffindors who want to join in on the AWKWARD
Currently Involving: Bacchy
Anyone who wasn't a first year knew the rules. Do NOT bother the captain the night before the match-- especially if he had his favorite tin goblet in his hands. That meant that within the tinny depths was his pre-game daught of mulled wine-- Chardonney spiced up just gently with a couple of choice herbs.
And maybe some firewhiskey.
The God of Wines sat, taking up the length of his favorite sofa (who cares if it could sit more? He was the God of Bleedin' wines and he was about to win them a goddamn match! He could sit wherever he damn well pleased, thanks!), legs stretched out over the armrest and blonde curls swooped back past his forehead. Even his teammates knew better to bother him at this point.
He wasn't drunk. No, it was very bad to go to a match with a hang over. Not that Bacchus Donovan ever got hangovers (he liked to pretend he was too cool for them). He was simply using the mulled wine to calm his nerve a bit.
Bacchus has nerves? No way.
Well, maybe, because it is his last year as captain and he may never get the chance to whip Ravenclaw's butt ever again which was a very sad thought.
But again: any Gryffindor who knew their place knew better than to bother Bacchus Donovan, God of Wines, Sex, And Cigarettes, the night before the big game.