lucinda rolled her eyes at her best friend, crossing her arms over her chest. “i know it was you who took my broom. i don’t really know what gave you away.. perhaps the fact that you’re the only person who knows i have it?” the talkalot assumed, raising an eyebrow “you know, if you want to fly around so bad maybe you shouldn’t have quit the quidditch team and destroyed your own broom in the process.” lucinda teased, now with a small smile appearing on her lips.
Addison’s closed lashes flutter as something resigned crosses her face, but she sighs, conceding; when it comes to arguing with Lucinda about the little things, which for them has proven to be an amicable sport, it’s always conceding. Bigger fish to fry, so to speak, which is:
“If you want to be using your broom so bad, maybe you should grow some ovaries and try out for the team,” she beams, sardonically, but starts walking towards the direction she thinks she left Lucinda’s broom at and beckons at her to come with. “You know they’d be lucky to have you. And as to me, you know what, you try growing up in a frathouse that runs on potion steroids, then we’ll see how fast you quit and start to miss flying. It’s not even my fault, it’s like—” Addison swallows a non-existent lump in her throat, making a face at the realization, ”—some pavlov’s dog type of shit at this point, I swear.”
“It is the only reason, that and poison prices are really high this time of year - I just can’t afford it.” He sighed dramatically, placing his head in his hands as he let out a fake sob. “I reckon sitting her with bowls of it and talking to it would attract the old hag - eating any of it should repell.” He cringed when she called it vegetable goo, offended on behalf of the delicious soup but handed her the spoon nonetheless.
“Well, since the fucking poison prices were high,” she nods to accept this as a casual, obvious fact, and takes the spoon with a nod of gratitude. “That’s a very small window, I hope you're aware. I’m a slow eater. She could just appear from behind the corner at any moment, go right for the jugular..” Addison poetically waves the spoon in the air, across Leo’s throat, “What’s with you holding the contraband and all. I’m just saying, it wouldn’t be too late for you to drop the course if you’re regretting our bet.”
amycus raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him as she played around with the stack of post-its in her hands, obviously trying to avoid the accusations which he had just made. “ what i’m talkin’ about is that you need to stop stealing my damn clothes “ the carrow demanded, pulling slightly at addison’s sleeve.. or rather his sleeve. “ this is the.. what now? sixth or seventh shirt you’ve stolen from me. not cool. at some point i’m going to have walk around naked. “
"Sharing is caring.” Rolling her eyes with a throwaway phrase, Addison speaks with hardly any conviction behind it. “If you ever needed a pair of heels, I wouldn’t bat an eye, so you know,” the sleeve Amycus has in his hand she tugs away, proprietary, but rolls it up with care as if not to wrinkle. “Maybe stop being a horrible friend.”
“Besides, I don’t know if you keep up with the Great Hall’s latest and juiciest,” she shudders, theatrically, haunted by the fact that her every attempt to eat is accompanied with listening to people gossip about one of her best friend’s naked body. “But your opinion on the degree of your nudity doesn’t actually matter anymore. Your fan club loves me, myself, and my thievish ways. I’m their goddess of snack harvest.” Addison climbs onto one of the railings with an exasperated face of someone who just made a horrible pun and dangles one of her legs, the heel of black sneakers alternating between hitting the concrete wall and Amycus’s shins as she points at the shirt he’s currently wearing. “You know, if you sweat enough, I bet we could sell this on ebay.”
leo loved soup - and he knew one person that loathed it. the divination professor was wary of anyone that ate soup, particularly alphabet soup. and while leo had never bothered to ask why, he was content to sit near her classroom and eat soup from a tureen on the floor. and so that’s what he was doing. “can i offer you some soup?” he asked just as he did everytime someone approached. “house elves made it so it isn’t poisoned.”
“I love the implication that that’s the only reason the soup isn’t poisoned,” Addison throws her bag across the hall, walking after it as it slides and hits the wall with a loud thud, then sinking down right beside it on Leo’s left. “Which is, honestly, a disservice to us both. Reckon half a bowl is enough to keep the old hag away? C’mon, give me that spoon. That life-saving..vegetable..goo.”
“Yeah, I don’t—” Addison looks down, suddenly extremely interested in a stack of post-its in her hand, fucking with the edges and trying to will her voice onto the right side of the nonchalance/amusement divide. “—I don’t actually know. What it is you were talking about. And either way, whoever did whatever it was that you were talking about, it wasn’t, well, me, so. Unless this is more of an expression of admiration than it is a complaint, in which case,” she sighs, solemn. “Maybe, you know, do continue..”
alice scrunches up her nose and looks at the other, “no way! i swear we didn’t have homework for this class…” she says. she’d always tried and remember to do her homework but sometimes she’d get distracted. “can i copy yours then? help a girl out!” she sighs, maybe she had forgotten this time round.
“Of course,” Addison melts into a pearly white smile, just a tad too wide to be genuine, and rests her elbow on the back of her chair. “I would love nothing more than to give you my essay, the one I’ve stayed up till midnight to finish, for no profit or reason at all other than that you done fucked up. Either pitch me something good, Alice, or don’t waste your time.”
was that ADELINE RUDOLPH walking around the halls of hogwarts? i wish it was her, but it was really just ADDISON FLINT, the SEVENTEEN year old SEVENTH year student at hogwarts. she comes from a PURE BLOOD family, and people tend to describe her as LAID-BACK, INTELLIGENT, FLIPPANT and SELFISH. she can be seen around hogwarts hanging in the SLYTHERIN common room and in the LOST WANDS ROOM. i hear she’s planning on REMAINING NEUTRAL once the war starts and that she’s planning on KEEPING QUIET ABOUT IT. i can’t wait to see how this turns out for her. ( eli, 20, GMT, she/her )
ahh alright lads here’s the rundown:
→ comes from a quidditch obsessed family, both parents being professional players previously and currently a sports reporter & a coach of the falmouth falcons. protein potions for dinner, strategy talk for lunch, quidditch world cup play by plays for dinner.
→ has two siblings, gone well and happy down the same path of upholding the Dynasty™; all other shit is left up to interpretation in case anyone wants to pick them up ( wink wink nudge nudge )
→ addison tried the same bullshit for the longest time before getting Fed Up in her sixth year. quit the team almost mid-match, probably caused some Problems, had a massive falling out with her parents and like, half of her social circle ( ALSO hmu for angsty Former Friends connections :eyes: )
→ is now very focused on Not Fucking Up, is going after her dream career in international law and trying to pretend that everything is fine and her life is not falling apart thankyouverymuch
→ lowkey catch her having vampiric sleeping patterns and eating appalling combinations of food in the kitchens at 3am tbh and challenging merlin’s ghost to a duel in the restricted section of the library
→ anyway she’s TRYING. her bEST. doesn’t give a shit about war, won’t give a shit about war, but goes after the shit she wants with an inherently athletic competitiveness and fervour. just trying to Better Her Chances with her career prospects and ignore her parents telling her her every breath equals a mistake.
→ DOES need. friends, though. god, she needs friends or she’ll hermit some classroom forever all moaning-myrtle-style while screaming that she is Okay and Not Lonely, someone hmu pleaze
WILL PROBABLY. add something more coherent and substantial soon but for now yolo
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