Draco was grinning as he knocked on the door of the Quidditch house (of course Draco had his own private residence, essential for his... studies) while fisting a large bottle of Springbank Whiskey-his favorite expensive, sweet and spicy drink.
Jackson heard a knock from the living room, where he had been taking a shot every time one of the Lithuanian beaters knocked an Australian player off their broom in the game he was watching. Conveniently in the living room of the Quidditch house was a large wooden table that nearly resembled a coffee table. With a simple spell, the table would transform into a small Quidditch pitch, perfectly reenacting the match in miniature, almost like a holograph.
Pausing the game mid-toss, Jackson broke himself away to answer the door. The boy smiled when he saw his new friend standing on the other side.
"You're just in time," he told him with a large grin, stepping aside to let Draco in.
"Lithuania is about to send three Australian players to the hospital."
ooc:Wizards so would have tiVo before their time haha
"Oh yeah? Beautiful." Draco found Australians to be barbaric at best.
Draco walked in making himself at home around the miniature pitch. He had seen this kind of contraption only a few times before, and was quite impressed Painswick would own one.
He noted the shot glass and liquor sitting beside the entertainment system, and Jackson appeared to be on his own watching the game. Draco raised is eyebrow, conjured a glass for himself and replaced his wand at his chest. "Looks like I have some catching up to do with you, mate," he said with some laughter in his tone.
Jackson sat down in a large, overstuffed leather armchair and shrugged.
"I haven't gotten very far in the game," he admitted. "I've been takin' a shot every time Lithuania knocked an Australian off their broom. Four down so far..."
Jackson grinned while pouring himself another drink and picking up his wand to restart the game.
Draco flat out laughed, "Brilliant, the bastards deserve it. I can't stand Australians, or their team."
He leaned in a bit after he took a shot and poured a second (he wasn't about to let Jackson out drink him), and tried to catch all the details the pitch had. It really was quite impressive.
"Though, it's not as if I really care for Lithuania now that I think about it.." Draco was rather ethnocentric. So it's either British teams or nothing. Though he does have a partiality to France as well..
"Yeah, but Lithuania really knows how to work their defense," he told him. He would never claim to be smart, but quidditch was something he knew like the back of his hand.
"You should have seen their match with Hungary," he said, throwing back another shot after watching their keeper huck the quaffle toward a teammate, knocking an Australian player in the shoulder in the process, causing him to fall off his broom. The keeper laughed heartily as he watched the player fall swiftly to the ground.
"The seeker was the only one left on the pitch by the end of the game."
Draco took the shot with Jackson and grinned at his extensive knowledge on Quidditch. While he enjoyed the sport, he put most of his brain storage for facts in potions.
"Fair enough. They're tough," he said at the same moment an Australian Beater found himself hanging onto his broom by his fingertips after a Chaser wailed into him. Draco took a shot to that.
There was really only so much Quidditch talk Draco could partake in before sounding ignorant, and he was feeling his end when it came to these two teams.
ooc: i forget when this thread takes place.. but let's just say the Fire Gala announcement happened for our plot's sake lol
"So, did you get the invitation for the Fire Gala?" Time to figure out Jackson's taste in woman. Always important if he was ever going to be his wingman.
Draco laughed again because, in a way, he agreed. Not that he really knew, he had always made sure to have a date on his arm to any formal event, but he did often find it constricting.
He dropped his head for a moment, starting to feel the whiskey. It was really incredible stuff, especially taking so many in a row within fifteen minutes or so.
"I don't suppose you have to, mate. But, let me ask you this," he said taking another shot for the hell of it, "who would you want to take?"
Jackson filtered through all of the girls he had recently spent time with until he thought of Jamie. He wasn't exactly sure if he liked her like that, because he found her to be awfully abrasive and stubborn, but she was pretty and he enjoyed making her do fun things she was reluctant about.
"I'm not sure," he told him. "I've been trying to get Jamie, you know, that one girl beater on the team, to go, not necessarily with me, but just to go. She keeps complaining that it is pointless and she would rather work out or something. She never lets herself have any fun."
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They should be in for a good night.
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Pausing the game mid-toss, Jackson broke himself away to answer the door. The boy smiled when he saw his new friend standing on the other side.
"You're just in time," he told him with a large grin, stepping aside to let Draco in.
"Lithuania is about to send three Australian players to the hospital."
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"Oh yeah? Beautiful." Draco found Australians to be barbaric at best.
Draco walked in making himself at home around the miniature pitch. He had seen this kind of contraption only a few times before, and was quite impressed Painswick would own one.
He noted the shot glass and liquor sitting beside the entertainment system, and Jackson appeared to be on his own watching the game. Draco raised is eyebrow, conjured a glass for himself and replaced his wand at his chest. "Looks like I have some catching up to do with you, mate," he said with some laughter in his tone.
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"I haven't gotten very far in the game," he admitted. "I've been takin' a shot every time Lithuania knocked an Australian off their broom. Four down so far..."
Jackson grinned while pouring himself another drink and picking up his wand to restart the game.
"It happens more often than you think."
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He leaned in a bit after he took a shot and poured a second (he wasn't about to let Jackson out drink him), and tried to catch all the details the pitch had. It really was quite impressive.
"Though, it's not as if I really care for Lithuania now that I think about it.." Draco was rather ethnocentric. So it's either British teams or nothing. Though he does have a partiality to France as well..
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"Yeah, but Lithuania really knows how to work their defense," he told him. He would never claim to be smart, but quidditch was something he knew like the back of his hand.
"You should have seen their match with Hungary," he said, throwing back another shot after watching their keeper huck the quaffle toward a teammate, knocking an Australian player in the shoulder in the process, causing him to fall off his broom. The keeper laughed heartily as he watched the player fall swiftly to the ground.
"The seeker was the only one left on the pitch by the end of the game."
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"Fair enough. They're tough," he said at the same moment an Australian Beater found himself hanging onto his broom by his fingertips after a Chaser wailed into him. Draco took a shot to that.
There was really only so much Quidditch talk Draco could partake in before sounding ignorant, and he was feeling his end when it came to these two teams.
ooc: i forget when this thread takes place.. but let's just say the Fire Gala announcement happened for our plot's sake lol
"So, did you get the invitation for the Fire Gala?" Time to figure out Jackson's taste in woman. Always important if he was ever going to be his wingman.
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"Do we like, HAVE to bring a date to this? Cause I hate bringin' dates to dances. A fella can never do nothin' right at a dance with a date."
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He dropped his head for a moment, starting to feel the whiskey. It was really incredible stuff, especially taking so many in a row within fifteen minutes or so.
"I don't suppose you have to, mate. But, let me ask you this," he said taking another shot for the hell of it, "who would you want to take?"
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"I'm not sure," he told him. "I've been trying to get Jamie, you know, that one girl beater on the team, to go, not necessarily with me, but just to go. She keeps complaining that it is pointless and she would rather work out or something. She never lets herself have any fun."
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