Date/Time: 'Talking to Strangers'/ Sunday, October 15th/ 10:21 am
Location: Slytherin Common Rooms, for starters
Open to: Lissianna, other Slythies!
Currently Involving: a very depressed Illiad Hawkins
BLARUGH.
There was no getting around it. Really. Really really. It was an addiction, a need, and there was no way that Illiad Hawkins could go without
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She continued to lazily read her wizarding romance novel, and sipping on a pumpkin juice, ignoring him as long as possible, just to make him squrim with impatience. Oh she did like doing that, she learned well from 3 older brothers who at times thrived to annoy her as well as each other.
"No." She said simply, turing the page. "We aren't. So sit down, shut up, and live with it."
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Seriously. There was only one person who ever told Illiad to shut up, and that was Brinley Watson. And Illiad only went with it because, uh, hello? He got a very happy boyfriend out of the deal. And a happy boyfriend meant a happy Illiad. If not a slightly quieter one.
And--ohmigawd, was she denying him his library? His Mecca? His Haven?!
Oh, Illiad was NOT going to stand for this! He had never been above hurting a girl before (ask Fi McFinn about that-- and she hadn't even denied him his books!) and he was certainly not above hurting Lissianna-- even if there was the very possible threat of Lucern. Please. When it came to Illiad's books, there was nothing too small a threat to keep him away from his reading.
"Oh yes," he said, his eyes going straight from slightly-annoyed and confused about the subject to pissed and determined to get his way. "I think you'll find that we are going to go to the library. I am not above beating you into submission and dragging you there by your pretty, pretty hair ( ... )
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With that she waved him away with am imperious wave of her hand.
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Illiad's blind rage prevented him from listening correctly. His speechless mouth hung open and his stomach and heart twisted with fury. That stupid little bitch! How DARE she use his own favorite spell! Well, naturally-- he had made it slightly mroe lavish, what with the purple gagcloth. Really, the girl was not creative in the least bit.
As soon as he had recovered his speech, he had to bite back a little to prevent himself from whining at her.
"Read it on the way. We're leaving. I'll do my best to make sure you don't fall down the stairs, but I can't promise anything," he glowered, adjusting his tie, before snatching her own book up from her and heading towards the door with it.
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