Carlisle was the big 1-7. Yep. He was officially of age. This was something he'd taken advantage of SEVERAL times since waking up. He'd apparated, he'd hexed Cady a few times, he'd done just about everything with magic. To be perfectly honest, the novelty of doing magic outside of school grounds had not yet worn off
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He was about to make his grand entrance when he noticed someone else walking up to the entrance at the same time. Boyko. God, what an annoying person. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Lucas yelled, because yelling was the only way that he was ever going to be able to get his point across when it came to someone like Boyko. Sometimes, he felt as though Hufflepuffs didn't understand normal English. That was why you had to yell at them. If you threw in some sign language, that was also great, but Lucas didn't know sign language because sign language was for the common people and therefore he shouldn't have to do stuff like that.
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THE KIIIIING!
Ah yes, Boyko had arrived. Today he was sporting the most dashing wear he'd ever seen, ever. His beloved sister Bryanne had taken him shopping with her in Muggle Paris the previous week and they'd bought quite the collection of Muggle clothing just for the amusement of it all. Boyko had decided that he quite LIKED tailored suits, they were quite form-fitting and silky smooth, especially the trousers part. Perhaps with this new look of his he'd attract some feminine attention.
He'd just so happened to arrive at the party the same time Lucas was, and gave him a curious look as the other bloke proceeded to YELL IN HIS FACE. QUITE RUDELY, HE MIGHT ADD.
"WHY FOR I.C. WEINER'S SAKE, COULD YOU KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, YOU RAPSCALLION?" he asked him in his loudest manner. "I AM OF COURSE ATTENDING THIS PARTY, SAME AS YOURSELF. NOW STAND BACK SO THAT I MIGHT MAKE MY GRAND ENTRAAAANCE," and he decided to use his Franch Accent at that. For dramatic emphasis, naturally ( ... )
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His face! His face! His precious, handsome face! It was his only saving glory because he was KIND OF a prick and people didn't REALLY like him, so the only thing going for him was his utterly perfect and flawless face and now Boyko had to go and hit it with a door!
Fortunately, Lucas knew how to tuck and roll. Don't ask how. After he finished that expert maneuver and had wiped his tailored jeans free of grass stains, he proceeded to shove Boyko hard from behind. "Out of my way," he snarled. Yes, Lucas snarled. After the snarl he quickly adopted a Winning Smile and tried to ignore the fact that it looked like he had just entered the party with Boyko.
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After he had steadied himself, he put one hand on the wall and proceeded to make it look as though this had been his plan all along, which was totally inexplicable and basically impossible to pull off, but he seemed to think he had made a spectacular recovery.
Needless to say, it still looked like Lucas had just arrived WITH Boyko, and as Boyko knew that his reputation could not possibly sink any lower with THIS crowd, he decided to gloat and chortle to himself at Lucas' disgruntled look. Oh, this was going to be a GLORIOUS party!
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As he waited for the buzz to set in, he looked around. At least there were a lot of girls here.
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"Why hello there, jackass," she said with a grin on her face. After all, it was Lucas. The weirdo who hadn't come to school until just before hols, as though he were going to finish school. Plus he was Alex's friend, and Tobias' friend, so that was not good. But again, it was Lucas. So Hannah grinned at him and patted him on the back. "How have you been? Harassing younger girls, I'm sure."
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Lucas sighed and forced a smile when she greeted him. "I was great until you got here! And no, I'm not harassing younger girls. I'm giving them the pleasure of my company." Because Lucas would never, ever ever harass anyone.
Why was Hannah talking to him, anyway? That was annoying. Couldn't she see that he was just trying to get drunk in peace?
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Hannah laughed obnoxiously again and had a hard time stopping
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He looked sadly at the mickey of gin in his coat pocket and sighed. "Maybe some other time old friend," he mumbled into his coat.
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