♦ 007

[purelineage]

[Here you have a delicious looking Draco- quite literally, I'm afraid, as he's accidently slipped onto the second level whilst cleaning biscuit batter out of his face.]

Let them laugh- I'll make sure they pay for this one.

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[forgenotgred]

[HE IS LAUGHING, INDEED.]

[purelineage]

[BRIEFLY STARTLED, but Points wand at.] Keep that up, Weasley, and I'll give you something to take your mind off it.

[forgenotgred]

[JUST GRINS.] S'pose I'd have to give it back.

[purelineage]

Are there idiots out there that actually find you funny?

[forgenotgred]

Should ask them yourself, shouldn't you? I'm not a mind reader.

[purelineage]

[Sneer.] I am asking one- but it's no surprise you didn't realize it.

[forgenotgred]

[You're boring. TOPIC CHANGE.] How does the batter taste, by the by? More sugar, d'you think?

[purelineage]

If it matters that much, Weasley, why don't you taste it? I'm sure you aren't very used to food- did your mother have to starve herself to feed you?

[forgenotgred]

Not good at giving constructive criticism, I see. Might as well wash it off, then-- [Have a wand in your face. And HOT WATER, ALSO.]

[purelineage]

[AT THE SAME TIME because he sees that coming. He aims a spell at a shelf above your head, hoping to knock it down on you. :| Before promptly dropping to the floor and rubbing at his face in terrible agony.]

[forgenotgred]

[padglhd;adg SHELF'D TO THE HEAD.]

[purelineage]

[WOULD STAY TO MOCK BUT IS BUSY CONTEMPLATING THE MANY WAYS IN WHICH HE IS DYING SO DROPS OUT.]