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dontfranklygiveadamn:
“That sounds disgusting and I may just vomit.” He covered his mouth before coughing. “There has to be another way. Any other way.”
“Oh stop being so dramatic.” Dahlia muttered with a laugh, “Actually I agree it is pretty gross especially the bubble texture and how it just sort of expands in your mouth.” She rambled on and blinked slowly. “Oh for Merlin’s sake don’t vomit on my shoes.”
ted-ward-tonks:
“Oh, really, I’m not the party type anyways. But uh, no, I don’t think so?”
“Come on Ted liven up. Let’s go get some butter beer, and you can pretend like you were there all along.” Dahlia insisted with an impish smirk.
prxngssface:
“Anticlimactic is pretty much exactly the word I would use,” hhe agreed, chuckling. “Mm.. no, you know, I didn’t, but I was also really tied up with that twister tournament Luc and I had going. And the Cluedo fiasco,” he added, “..and dancing with Evans.” He grinned at the other redhead in his life, his eyes lighting up. “no, no, no, that’s exactly what we need, babe. The CBN. Couch, blanket, netflix. Boom.” He wound his arms around her as she adjusted her human shackles, becoming the human blanket he was always meant to be. “ So we’ll grab some drinks, grab the snacks from the dorms, and then when everyone else skitters off to class we can binge watch something, or have a nap, or whatever.”
“You did win the twister tournament with Lucius, right?” Dahlia asked and scrunched her nose at the dancing with Evans part. Thought it was more warmhearted than anything else. She even gave him a cheeky grin as she pulled her face closer to his. A content sigh parted from her lips. It was times like this that she needed, that she practically lived for. “Sounds like a marvelous plan. Should we watch horror flicks? Maybe some Quidditch documentaries so I can give you better play suggestions.” Dahlia teased as her grin grew broader in size.
cecilianott:
she’ll smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes that now narrowed. “ no, no, choca. don’t presume it smart to wave that hand at me, lest you want to lose it. we were both sitting here, i’m not going anywhere, considering this is a place to study. since you seem too invested in things other than broadening your mind, which you clearly should reconsider, i’d say you should be excused. ”
Dahlia’s condescending grin didn’t waver once it coated her ruby lips. “Don’t make threats you can’t carry out. It’s rather rude.” She hissed in a sweet tone, and kicked her legs up on the table purposefully to dominate a place she felt was her spot. “You’re free to study elsewhere. Since you want to be rude, you’re excused. Buh-Bye Biatch.”
justmarymacdonald:
“I think he needs an exorcist spell…or something to make him less…poltergeist-y.” Her nose crinkled up briefly as she thought. That was one benefit, she supposed, to being Muggleborn. No relatives had a chance to feed her false information about how things operated at the school.
“Hmmm.” Dahlia tapped her chin thoughtfully, “I wonder if there’s a book in the library with such a spell? I would definitely lose interest if it took too long to find.” Dahlia shrugged her shoulders slowly. “Have you had any encounters since you came to Hogwarts notable from the ghosts?”
lilyasinevans:
“That’s very… Peeves like.” She managed to say with a smile, returning to her book for a few seconds before adding, “at least you got a story out of it. I can’t get close to Peeves without him attempting to throw eggs at me.”
“Just own the eggs, or I suppose you could be a very skilled dodger if you kept trying. Peeves isn’t really worth it. Headless Nick is where it’s at.” Dahlia grinned as she took another careful sip from her cup.
l-tvlkalot:
“Don’t worry. When I was in first year I tried to befriend as many ghosts in the castle as I could. It kinda worked, Myrtle still says hello whenever she sees me. So don’t worry, your secret is completely safe with me.”
“Oh wow. Blessed be, we’re like soul mates.” Dahlia laughed at her own awful joke, but smiled even after the chuckling had subsided. “I still see Myrtle occasionally. She’s a gem. Maybe we should make our own club? The protectors of the dearly departed. But.. hmm I’m not sure Peeves would fit under that.”
prxngssface:
“True,” he agreed. “I’m the best husband there is. You’re very lucky to have me and my cute butt.” He tossed a wink back at her as he shifted on the bench so that he could straddle it, making himself more comfortable as he trapped Dahlia in his leg prison of sorts. “Honestly, Dahl, I would say you were edging… You got closer and closer… you’d get right there, so fuckin’ close to spilling something juicy, and then nothing. I don’t know, it was crazy. You avoided your truth-gasm for the better part of the night. Nothing interesting out of you at all, to the disappointment of all, I’m sure.”
“I’m extremely blessed.” Dahlia countered as she lifted the mug of hot tea closer to her. Meanwhile she leaned against James tiredly and she needed to have the contact. “Oh dud. Really? Ugh how anticlimactic. Sorry love. Did we find out anything interesting at the party? Like Quidditch plays?” She smiled and sipped her tea. “Bollocks. Do we really have to go to class today? Or can we just ditch?” One of her hands moved to tighten his leg prison of sorts.
cecilianott:
＊ cecilia !
her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, whipping her glasses off to drop them next to her work. “ was there more to this useless conversation or ?? ”
“No, you can excuse yourself.” Dahlia muttered and waved her hand in the air dismissively.
ted-ward-tonks:
“Unless you consider finishing a Herbology paper fun, I’d say no.”
“Depends what kind of herb it is.” Dahlia snorted unconventionally, but got ahold of herself. “Sorry you missed out, but then again there’s always going to be party to go to. Have any papers to write tonight?”
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dromeda-galaxy:
Andromeda stopped, “Husband?” her mind wasn’t catching up with her day just yet and she couldn’t remember half of the things she supposed to know before class.
Dahlia nodded, “Yes, James. He’s my husband. He’s the Potter to my Wood. The Jimjam to my butter. I could keep going.” She snickered and chuckled to herself. “Do you have a headache? I was about to go on the hunt for some herbs to cure mine.”
lilyasinevans:
“No…” Lily said, glancing over in her direction. “But did you actually have tea parties with Peeves?”
Dahlia hummed a bit wondering what sort of grave she was digging herself, since it was Lily after all who spilled the tea about the party. Oh well. “If you count tea parties as him throwing the table at other students saying he was not Martha, then I guess so. There was tea and there was Peeves, for a split second. ”
dontfranklygiveadamn:
“Erm… no idea. All I know is that my head hurts and I want the room to stop spinning.”
“That is a mood Frank. Have you tried drinking egg yolk? My mum used to say that was a good hangover remedy. I’ll try it with you and most certainly not invite Peeves to join us or Headless Nick.”
justmarymacdonald:
“Wait, wait, wait. You used to do what now?” Mary’s hands curled around her cup of coffee as the red-head before her groaned. “What would possess you to do that?”
Dahlia lifted her head up in the air, tilting her head back a bit dramatically with a loud sigh. However she chuckled aloud at the length of time she had at least kept this secret. “Tried to be Peeve’s Tea friend. I thought he would make a lovely Martha at the table. But ugh.. my nutter cousin said he was a friendly ghost and he just needed friends.”
ted-ward-tonks:
“I think there’s lots of people who don’t really remember, or at least it seems that way. I wasn’t there.”
“Bollocks. What did you end up doing last night? Anything fun?”
l-tvlkalot:
“Well, you’ve just mentioned it now. Whoops?”
“Damn it. Can you keep a secret?”
