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[godofwines]

Week Name/Date/Time: “Duelly Noted” / Friday, December 1st, 2006 / 7:55 PM
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Andy and any other Gryffindors who want to join in on the AWKWARD
Currently Involving: Bacchy

Anyone who wasn't a first year knew the rules. Do NOT bother the captain the night before the match-- especially if he had his favorite tin

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[andyfraz]

Andy knew better than to bother Bacchus. He'd seen other students attempt it in years past, seen them be cut down to size and destroyed with one look. He knew that Bacchus got nervous or excited, or hell, fucking turned on the night before a match. He knew it was one or a combination of the three and thus NOBODY ever bothered the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Not unless you wanted to lose a limb or be yelled yet, OR WORSE, be dangled out of the common room window

[godofwines]

Hm. Apparently some skulls were thicker than others

[andyfraz]

Andy rolled his eyes, trying to seem as if Bacchus was just being a regular, typical jock insulting the less popular boy's sexuality. "About that, I have something to tell you..." he started before pausing dramatically. Andy, in contrast to Bacchus, hated the boy joking around like this. Someone was going to cotton on eventually if the boy kept going like this, he wasn't as subtle as he liked to think. He was pretty sure it was only his reaction that saved the situation, but that may have just been paranoia talking

[godofwines]

Bacchus didn't like to think he was subtle! He had no problem saying the truth outloud. It was just baffling that some people didn't get that he wasn't joking! But he wasn't about to tell them that, not right here, not outloud. Let the stupid bastards figure it out for themselves. Maybe they'd get it one day.

"Fuck, I gotta push you down the stairs again, Frazer?" Bacchus growled. By the look in his eyes, not to mention the tone in his voice, he was obviously in no mood to be messed around with. Especially not by Andy.

He watched Andy's friends turn away and gave them an obviously false smile. The smile faltered, however, at the younger boy's words.

"And you musn't want me, otherwise you'd know better than to be talking to me currently," he rolled his eyes and sipped his wine. "What, you think your idiot friends are going to believe me, baby? You're doing a worse job defending yourself by paling when I talk about it. Not even a proper lad, can't shake off a joke like that."

He returned to his wine.

"You'd do good to leave."