Sunday 12th March -- Lunchtime. THE GREAT DRAG EXTRAVAGANZA.rupertwindsorjJanuary 31 2007, 04:39:13 UTC
[This is for mine and Rupert's one year anniversary in game. So get involved bitches, I want to make it something to remember.]
It hadn't really hit him until this morning. When he'd woken up and looked down at the pom poms hanging dejectedly on the end of his bed next to the poorly knitted scarf he so often wore to matches with pride, the reality of it all sunk in. He'd been so sure that Ravenclaw (AND MADDOX!) would win, he'd made that bet with Hannah.
"Care to make a wager on that? If you are our bad luck charm, you have to dress up as a girl and parade around the halls. Possibly singing some songs."And he had been. Slytherin (dirty, cheating and possibly gay bastards that they were) had won the match. Rupert's cheers for Mads and the rest of the team had died, and then Colin had gloated. And now he had to wear drag. Girls clothing. Parading around, Hannah had said, possibly singing songs. It had seemed like the safest bet to make in the world. Boy oh boy was he wrong. They'd gone down like a lead ballon and Rupert had found
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Re: Sunday 12th March -- Lunchtime. THE GREAT DRAG EXTRAVAGANZA.perrieFebruary 2 2007, 11:36:57 UTC
Some people obviously just had absolutely no pride and dignity whatsoever. This, in Hogwarts, was rarely a surprise any more. The Hufflepuff seemed to be oddly enjoying himself, however, and Remy couldn't help noticing that he seemed to have rather lovely long legs.
Boys, he decided, should wear less more often.
"Come off it!" He yelled, just for the sake of humiliating the poor boy a touch more, and turned back to his lunch. No point missing out on good Hogwarts food for the sake of one demented Hufflepuff, after all.
It hadn't really hit him until this morning. When he'd woken up and looked down at the pom poms hanging dejectedly on the end of his bed next to the poorly knitted scarf he so often wore to matches with pride, the reality of it all sunk in. He'd been so sure that Ravenclaw (AND MADDOX!) would win, he'd made that bet with Hannah.
"Care to make a wager on that? If you are our bad luck charm, you have to dress up as a girl and parade around the halls. Possibly singing some songs."And he had been. Slytherin (dirty, cheating and possibly gay bastards that they were) had won the match. Rupert's cheers for Mads and the rest of the team had died, and then Colin had gloated. And now he had to wear drag. Girls clothing. Parading around, Hannah had said, possibly singing songs. It had seemed like the safest bet to make in the world. Boy oh boy was he wrong. They'd gone down like a lead ballon and Rupert had found ( ... )
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Boys, he decided, should wear less more often.
"Come off it!" He yelled, just for the sake of humiliating the poor boy a touch more, and turned back to his lunch. No point missing out on good Hogwarts food for the sake of one demented Hufflepuff, after all.
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