"Such good groups!" Sprout says when she runs across Charlie in the lawns. "You should see what short work Bulstrode is making of that infernal Devil's Snare
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Re: Brown, Li, Longbottom, and Zabinizabini_bAugust 3 2006, 18:06:58 UTC
Blaise can feel the professor's eyes on him as he climbs the ladder with distaste, but his spidey sense doesn't tell him why. That's all right: Blaise would much rather be Batman than Spiderman, though in truth the Wizarding world probably has call for neither. Then he remembers You Know Who and shudders, nearly letting go of the top rung. Maybe Hogwarts needs a superhero after all.
Potter probably fancies himself as a bit of a Superman, thinks Blaise. Maybe he is. It would certainly explain the Hero complex that surrounds him but which, although Draco refuses to acknowledge it, Potter himself does not actually project. Although on reflection, shouldn't he be Batman? The parallels are there - dead parents, a desire for vengeance, a veritable shit-ton of money. Damn. Blaise wanted to be Batman.
He hauls himself into the owlery and stands, brushing dust and owl scat from his trousers. "I'm Batman," he mutters. Lavender gapes at him.
"You wouldn't--" Blaise starts another one of his up-himself remarks but Lavender can't be arsed with waiting about on that. No wonder he's such a ponce with a girl's name, right.
She sits up on the windowsill where it's not all covered with birdshit and loops the scrunchie round her ponytail well tight. "You got a fag, then?"
Blaise offers her the packet without looking at her; he's scanning the owlery to check just how much work there is to do. It's quite a mess - the sort of mess that magic does little or nothing to improve on. This was so not how he'd intended to spend his last afternoon at Hogwarts.
Last afternoon.
The phrase echoes tinnily in his ears, like hearing under water. He screws up his nose and blinks. Lavender giggles.
"Got a light?"
Blaise lights the cigarette with the tip of his wand, wondering if she was incapable of performing the charm (wouldn't surprise him) or if this is one of those things girls do when they're trying to appear attractive. Pansy is the only girl of whom he's had much experience and she's tended to be a lot more...direct.
"So," he says, "are you looking forward to the summer?"
[Michael Corner]randomwizAugust 4 2006, 07:48:12 UTC
"Could I maybe, like, shut up?" Michael glares at Thomas and throws his hands up. "Yeah, I could shut it. Sure, I could shut it, but then you'd all just keep doing this all wrong, and we won't ever get any of it done, and we'll get detention, and I don't know about you, Thomas, but I've got better things to do tonight than have a last detention."
Re: Granger, Macmillan, Malfoy, and G. Weasleydraco_iteroAugust 19 2006, 14:31:00 UTC
Draco, who had clearly been hanging about Blaise for far too long, had mused that there might be some entertainment value in a public redistribution of some of the more personal items they'd recovered from the Clabberts. Honestly, who would have thought that more than one girl in this school had knickers with sparkly flashing unicorns on them
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"Ah! Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!" Ernie sucks his thumb into his mouth. You'd think that as noisy as the blasted things were, he'd be able to avoid their attacks. He looks across at Malfoy, who is hopping up and down, clutching a place on the side of his knee where he's obviously just had a chunk taken out.
[millicent bulstrode]randomwizAugust 9 2006, 04:53:00 UTC
"Honestly," Millicent grumbles and readjusts her grip on the Snare. Out of the three of them, she should have known it'd be Lovegood that would be at all decent with a pair of shears. Meanwhile, the ruddy Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were too busy protecting their bits to be effective or even not a complete hazard.
"Boys," Lovegood says, after a moment of silence in which Millicent wondered if the girl had even heard.
Millicent hm's in agreement, and when she relaxes just the tiniest bit, the Snare is even more compliant.
"Although, Neville is quite competent," Lovegood winds a tentacle carefully around her forearm. "Longbottom," she adds, when Millicent doesn't respond.
MIllicent stares at her for a moment and raises her voice. "Finnegan, I don't think the Snare will even be able to find your prick so get over here and at least pretend like you're not completely useless."
Re: Abbott, Goyle, Potter, and Smiththe_boy_wotAugust 9 2006, 04:37:06 UTC
Harry's left off using the chisel in a strictly chiseley manner, due to the fact that it was rubbing his broom calluses oddly and he really doesn't want anything to threaten laughing in Malfoy's face when he beats the pants off him in the interhouse tourney. Especially when no one is as good with a cleaning charm and a wand that's not a wand as Harry fucking Potter.
And he doesn't exactly feel bad when Smith's shadow falling over him sends him a bit off kilter, and a scouring charm goes slightly astray.
Smith arches out of the way. Unfortunately.
Harry squints up at him (why can't the sinister side also be the side where he's not baking in the sun) and uses the hem of his jumper to wipe the sweat and grime and smirk off his face and goes back to scouring. "No idea what you're talking about, Smith."
Re: Abbott, Goyle, Potter, and Smithwiz_kid_zachAugust 18 2006, 03:21:19 UTC
Zach keeps his chisel at the ready, although he's focused more on deflecting Potter's badly-aimed charms than on actually assisting. He scowls at the back of Potter's sunburned neck and makes a half-hearted attempt at de-Bundimunifying a nearby post.
"Really, rumour mill passing you by?" he inquires innocently, flaking some old paint from the post - purely accidentally - in Potter's direction. "I guess it's not as interesting when you're not the hot topic for once. Still, you'd think your best mate would have told you if he was having it off with a Slytherin...well, then again, maybe not."
Re: Abbott, Goyle, Potter, and Smiththe_boy_wotAugust 18 2006, 23:23:04 UTC
"All hail the expert on not being the hot topic." Harry feels a flush starting on his chest and moving rapidly up his neck, his heart suddenly pounding. It's been a whole six hours or so since he last lost his temper, stupid Malfoy, stupid Smith, with their stupid...blondness.
He flexes his head back and winces, pressing a cool palm to his nape. "Also, can you stop with all the looming over me business and sit down, you're giving me a crick in the neck."
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Potter probably fancies himself as a bit of a Superman, thinks Blaise. Maybe he is. It would certainly explain the Hero complex that surrounds him but which, although Draco refuses to acknowledge it, Potter himself does not actually project. Although on reflection, shouldn't he be Batman? The parallels are there - dead parents, a desire for vengeance, a veritable shit-ton of money. Damn. Blaise wanted to be Batman.
He hauls himself into the owlery and stands, brushing dust and owl scat from his trousers. "I'm Batman," he mutters. Lavender gapes at him.
"Wot?" she says.
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She sits up on the windowsill where it's not all covered with birdshit and loops the scrunchie round her ponytail well tight. "You got a fag, then?"
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Last afternoon.
The phrase echoes tinnily in his ears, like hearing under water. He screws up his nose and blinks. Lavender giggles.
"Got a light?"
Blaise lights the cigarette with the tip of his wand, wondering if she was incapable of performing the charm (wouldn't surprise him) or if this is one of those things girls do when they're trying to appear attractive. Pansy is the only girl of whom he's had much experience and she's tended to be a lot more...direct.
"So," he says, "are you looking forward to the summer?"
Blaise tries, he really does.
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Damn straight.
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Oh, and also, "fuck off you ridiculous wanker."
Instead he nods and says, "Sure, Michael, whatever you say."
Then he turns his back on his group and folds his arms.
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"Ah! Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!" Ernie sucks his thumb into his mouth. You'd think that as noisy as the blasted things were, he'd be able to avoid their attacks. He looks across at Malfoy, who is hopping up and down, clutching a place on the side of his knee where he's obviously just had a chunk taken out.
"Oh, say! Malfoy, look out!!!"
EEEEYYAAAAAWWPPP!
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"Boys," Lovegood says, after a moment of silence in which Millicent wondered if the girl had even heard.
Millicent hm's in agreement, and when she relaxes just the tiniest bit, the Snare is even more compliant.
"Although, Neville is quite competent," Lovegood winds a tentacle carefully around her forearm. "Longbottom," she adds, when Millicent doesn't respond.
MIllicent stares at her for a moment and raises her voice. "Finnegan, I don't think the Snare will even be able to find your prick so get over here and at least pretend like you're not completely useless."
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Finnigan goes so red in the face his freckles become the pale bits.
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Justin grins and for a split second, Millicent grins back. Not that she'd ever admit it, even under Veritaserum.
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And he doesn't exactly feel bad when Smith's shadow falling over him sends him a bit off kilter, and a scouring charm goes slightly astray.
Smith arches out of the way. Unfortunately.
Harry squints up at him (why can't the sinister side also be the side where he's not baking in the sun) and uses the hem of his jumper to wipe the sweat and grime and smirk off his face and goes back to scouring. "No idea what you're talking about, Smith."
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"Really, rumour mill passing you by?" he inquires innocently, flaking some old paint from the post - purely accidentally - in Potter's direction. "I guess it's not as interesting when you're not the hot topic for once. Still, you'd think your best mate would have told you if he was having it off with a Slytherin...well, then again, maybe not."
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He flexes his head back and winces, pressing a cool palm to his nape. "Also, can you stop with all the looming over me business and sit down, you're giving me a crick in the neck."
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