Dean's friendly words for the day

[hammerdean]

Deatheaters? SO NOT COOL. But I promised King Sr I'd be cool, so nothing more than that, kids

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[_pogmothoin_]

Thank you. However, why am I the ELEVENTH person you list????!!! ELEVENTH??!!

[_pogmothoin_]

Not showers. Some Quidditch. Er... anything else I'm sure as hell not writing it out here.

I feel inspired now!!! When I succeed I promise to share my glory with you.

Er. I'll consider myself warned then.

[hammerdean]

I'll just bug you about them later, so that's all right.

As well you should. I shall ride on your coattails to glory.

Yeah, make sure you lipgloss first and don't eat any of that pudding you like so much. I don't like snogging people who taste strange.

[_pogmothoin_]

It is - I'll tell you in person.

Oh... that might make good dream fodder.

... ...
If you ever get close to snogging me, my guess is I will taste of Guinness. Lots and lots of Guinness.

[hammerdean]

You bet your sweet Irish arse I will.

Just as long as I get to wear something cool in your dream.

Ouch, Seamus. I never knew true love required so much liquor. Forget it, no snogging for you.

[_pogmothoin_]

Swell.

Okay. And I'll make sure your hair colour matches.

Now, now. Don't take it personally, love.

[hammerdean]

Is that a note of nervousness I read?

Wow. Color coordination. I hope Zabini's there. He'll die of shock.

Sexy, I have to. Have to be drunk to kiss me - tch. I'd kiss you without liquor involved. Now you've gone and broken my heart.

[_pogmothoin_]

Me? Nervous? Never.

He just might.

I'm flattered you're so eager, mate, but know my feelings regarding snogging you does not change my love for you. Do I need to come and mend your heart or something?

[hammerdean]

Uh. Huh. Bet you are. What don't you want to teeeeeell me?

It would be nifty. Coolest way to kill an archnemesis I've ever heard of.

Yes, yes. My heart is all broken and shatter-y. You should bring cookies. And how can I resist those pouty Irish lips? Of COURSE I'm eager. Silly Seamus.

[_pogmothoin_]

Nooooooooooooothing.

You think it would kill him?

Gabh mo leithscéal! Really, now I must fix your heart. Where should I bring the cookies?

[hammerdean]

You lie! Tell me!

Well, that or a mild apoletic fit.

Translation, please! And you should bring them back to the room, because that's where I am, doing that studying thing.

[_pogmothoin_]

Maybe.

Ah, clever.

Pardon me! (for breaking your heart, you know). Okay, I'm heading up to the room with some biscuits, my pouty Irish lips and... well, my textbooks are already there. Can I join your study session?

[hammerdean]

All right.

Well, I have my brainy moments.

You're forgiven if you bring the chocolate biscuits. And your pouty lips... of course you can study with me! I'm tutoring you, aren't I?

[_pogmothoin_]

Ha.

You have a lot of brainy moments.

Chocolate biscuits? They're on their way! As am... I. Promise to make this study session exciting so I don't fall asleep out of boredom?

[hammerdean]

Don't make me taunt you.

Oh, well, thank you. Glad to know my brains are recognized.

Excellent! Hmm, chocolate biscuits, and thee. Make it exciting? How about if you don't get the right answers I'll be forced to snog you without liquor OR lipgloss? Enough incentive for both of us.

[_pogmothoin_]

Ha HA.

No problem.

... fine. But if I find out you are feeding me the wrong answers on purpose, you will SUFFER.