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Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins
Andrew sipped on his second butterbeer for the night, entirely not into it but feeling the need to do something. The repetitive motion, arm up-mouth open-tip-swallow-arm down, was enough to keep him sufficiently occupied as long as he kept his mind on it. The minute he let his mind wander to the embers in the fireplace or even the number of bricks in the room, he saw Bacchus. Not really, because the boy's arse had been hauled to Malfoy's office, but in his mind.
He was still mad and he was still sad. If this were a Dr Seuss book he'd be glad too, but alas. It didn't help that Bacchus had displayed an awesome show of power earlier by beating up Paddock, the Ravenclaw captain. Andy, who had watched from a safe distance (not because he was afraid to fight with Paddock but because he was afraid he'd start something with Bacchus), had been so incredibly turned on it made him ashamed. The seventh year had been right, he was a sick, sick individual. But really, who could blame him? The muscles, flexing and clenching as he threw one punch after the other. The sweat dripping off him, shimmering like glass in the sunlight. The grunts of effort...
Arm up-mouth open-tip-swallow-arm down.
Focus, internal Andy warned him but at that very moment someone came through the portrait hole. Andy got out of his chair and walked casually to the staircase, confident he wouldn't be seen with all the people's attention focused on the man of the hour. He slipped up the stairs, getting faster the higher he went.
He had never run away from anyone in his life, but he guessed, as he clicked his door shut behind him, there was a first time for everything.
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins
Andrew sipped on his second butterbeer for the night, entirely not into it but feeling the need to do something. The repetitive motion, arm up-mouth open-tip-swallow-arm down, was enough to keep him sufficiently occupied as long as he kept his mind on it. The minute he let his mind wander to the embers in the fireplace or even the number of bricks in the room, he saw Bacchus. Not really, because the boy's arse had been hauled to Malfoy's office, but in his mind.
He was still mad and he was still sad. If this were a Dr Seuss book he'd be glad too, but alas. It didn't help that Bacchus had displayed an awesome show of power earlier by beating up Paddock, the Ravenclaw captain. Andy, who had watched from a safe distance (not because he was afraid to fight with Paddock but because he was afraid he'd start something with Bacchus), had been so incredibly turned on it made him ashamed. The seventh year had been right, he was a sick, sick individual. But really, who could blame him? The muscles, flexing and clenching as he threw one punch after the other. The sweat dripping off him, shimmering like glass in the sunlight. The grunts of effort...
Arm up-mouth open-tip-swallow-arm down.
Focus, internal Andy warned him but at that very moment someone came through the portrait hole. Andy got out of his chair and walked casually to the staircase, confident he wouldn't be seen with all the people's attention focused on the man of the hour. He slipped up the stairs, getting faster the higher he went.
He had never run away from anyone in his life, but he guessed, as he clicked his door shut behind him, there was a first time for everything.