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Adaire Goshawk  Revolutionist Ravenclaw Ready to Rumble. That sounded cooler in my head. Seventeen / Ravenclaw Keeper / Try and see me coming

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What?

I thought we were…what?

[ay-dare]

Hey, you're the one who pointed the dirty finger.

[crimsonlorcan-blog]

[Lorcan had hardly been able to contain his excitement when Professor Bahir had announced that the class was to duel one another. It wasn’t often that he found a willing participant to face him, and while whoever his partner would be probably wasn’t nearly as happy about it, it wasn’t like they’d have a choice in the matter anyway. The pairings were random, much to Lorcan’s further delight. As much as he loved his sister, dueling her would end very quickly and very badly on Lysander’s part and Lorcan did not much feel like making his sister cry for the sake of a grade. So he was thankful that Adaire Goshawk turned out to be his partner.

They had decided to meet in a classroom after the assignment was given because as Professor Bahir was well aware, it would not be the best idea to have nearly thirty students duel in the same vicinity.The empty classroom was where Lorcan waited, seated on one of the desks and swinging his legs idly as he waited on her arrival.]

[ay-dare]

{Dueling was never where Adaire could say her level of expertise was at it's highest. A real brawns over brains girl, she preferred the accuracy a punch had over having to aim a flimsy piece of wood at an opponent. The only real comfort that came out of this was the fact that, being a seventh year, the topic of nonverbal spells had come up frequently enough for her to get the picture. Or, at least, what looked like a five year old's representation of a picture.

She walked into the classroom with little idea on what to expect, eyes immediately locking onto the boy she'd been set to partner up with. Lorcan Scamander. Would it be rude to say Lorcan Sca-damn-der? Maybe not rude so much as stupid.}

Oi.

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The what?

You did, apparently. Logic.

[ay-dare]

The pyramid g--

...No, Terrence. I most certainly did not jizz in your oatmeal.

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[ofremembralls-blog]

How about you’ll get off easy cause you’re prettier? Yeah, that’s right. Don’t think I don’t know what them long eyelashes are for.

[ay-dare]

Flattery will get you most places, Potter, but not out of this. 

But hey, I'm not saying no to a compliment or three.

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[an-insufferablebastard-blog]

He narrows his own eyes, brow furrowing as he contemplates the consequences. 

…Fuck it.

What are we doin’?

[ay-dare]

{she grins in response}

That's more like it, Beater.

Well, you were half on track with the whole Bellerose shit, if you catch my drift.

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Blind.

Call me Terrence for fuck’s sake.

[ay-dare]

Curly hair, beauty marks, bad attitude. Are we playing the pyramid game?

Who dropped a hot load in your oatmeal?

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Fuck I just knew it was you.

My. Name. Is. Terrence.

[ay-dare]

Don't sound so excited to see me.

Oh, did you just figure that out? Let me get the party poppers.

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[an-insufferablebastard-blog]

Wanna run that by me one more time?

[ay-dare]

I said- {she leans in close, eyes glinting} - that you're being a pussy.

[flint-terrence-blog-blog]

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Fuck.

[ay-dare]

You called, sweetums?

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[thenewmolly-blog]

"Thought about what?" Molly inquired, she had spaced out for a moment and hadn’t even realized someone had spoken to her.

[ay-dare]

Shh, Christ! {she reaches over to block the other girl's mouth} I said, let's go sneak into the teacher's lounge. Jesus, you want the world in on it?

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[an-insufferablebastard-blog]

Try really hesitant to risk sortin’ through Bellerose’s make-up bag again.

[ay-dare]

...So you're pussying out, basically. What a shocker.

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[ofremembralls-blog]

How do I know you won’t turn around at the last second and rat me out?

[ay-dare]

How about because that'll put us both in the shitter?

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

[an-insufferablebastard-blog]

If this is your idea of a good time, y’got yourself another thing comin’.

[ay-dare]

Don't be a cunt, Weasley. If that's fear I'm seeing in those eyes..

[jamesxsiriusxpotter]

[ James simply snorted and walked away. ] 

[ay-dare]

{she rolls her eyes, calling out after him} Who's being bloody rude, now?

[jamesxsiriusxpotter]

Do I have to explain it to you again?

How about you practice what you preach?

[ay-dare]

Agree to disagree?

[ay-dare]

Come on. Five seconds. What's it going to kill you?

Like you've never thought about it before.

[jamesxsiriusxpotter]

Mhmm. Interpretation versus intent, yet again. 

How about I know that you aren’t, because you’re always abrasive, Goshawk,

[ay-dare]

Always. Because one weighs more value than the other.

How about you don't know anything about me, and I don't know anything about you, so keep your stupid mind-probing to yourself until you're ready to put down the judgement finger.