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WHEN: Week 02, 'Whites of His Eyes' / Monday, December 17th, 2008, 10:50 AM
WHERE: Outside the Shrieking Shack
WHO: ANUS
"You know, it's supposed to be the most haunted building in Britian," Bacchus informed Andy, gazing up at the shack before them. "Even thought it hasn't made any noises in years. Some people say the ghosts all went away, others say they're just laying quiet. And me? I like to think they've taken up knitting instead of shrieking. Figure shrieking's gotta get old after a while, huh babe?" he asked, nudging Andy flirtily with his knee.
No one was around to see it, anyways, he thought, although he did make a cautious glance over his shoulder to make sure. Poor Andy, having to listen to this nonsense. But Bacchus had insisted upon it-- he loved visiting the Shrieking Shack-- there was just something about it that drew him there and excited him, the way children are with rollercoasters. There might be ghosts around the school, even such foul phantoms as the Bloody Baron, but they didn't scare Bacchus. It was the mystery of the shack that gave him the willies.
"So how bout it then?" he teased, nudging Andy again with his knee. His hands were tucked in his pockets to keep the cold out.
"Fancy heading up there," he nodded to the shack, "for a shag?"
It was all a joke, of course. Knitting or no, ghosts probably did not like it when you entered their shack to have buttsex. Nevertheless, it didn't mean Bacchus didn't want to tease Andy about it. He didn't know, afterall, how easily the boy scared. Muggleborns were often hard to judge in this matter.
But they had places to go and things to buy anyways.
WHERE: Outside the Shrieking Shack
WHO: ANUS
"You know, it's supposed to be the most haunted building in Britian," Bacchus informed Andy, gazing up at the shack before them. "Even thought it hasn't made any noises in years. Some people say the ghosts all went away, others say they're just laying quiet. And me? I like to think they've taken up knitting instead of shrieking. Figure shrieking's gotta get old after a while, huh babe?" he asked, nudging Andy flirtily with his knee.
No one was around to see it, anyways, he thought, although he did make a cautious glance over his shoulder to make sure. Poor Andy, having to listen to this nonsense. But Bacchus had insisted upon it-- he loved visiting the Shrieking Shack-- there was just something about it that drew him there and excited him, the way children are with rollercoasters. There might be ghosts around the school, even such foul phantoms as the Bloody Baron, but they didn't scare Bacchus. It was the mystery of the shack that gave him the willies.
"So how bout it then?" he teased, nudging Andy again with his knee. His hands were tucked in his pockets to keep the cold out.
"Fancy heading up there," he nodded to the shack, "for a shag?"
It was all a joke, of course. Knitting or no, ghosts probably did not like it when you entered their shack to have buttsex. Nevertheless, it didn't mean Bacchus didn't want to tease Andy about it. He didn't know, afterall, how easily the boy scared. Muggleborns were often hard to judge in this matter.
But they had places to go and things to buy anyways.