meaner than my demons

Dearborn, Caradoc. Ravenclaw '72. Azkaban-Ministry of Magic Liaison. take you down another level / get you dancing with the devil / take a shot of this / but i'm warning you / i'm on that shit that you can't smell, baby / so, put down your perfume

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fletcher-mundungus:

“That would be an insult to all conspiracies, and I wouldn’t be half-surprised that it’s so absurd that it is true.” Mundungus did love a good conspiracy theory. “I don’t really see a good reason for them to be on. Unless, of course, they use all their galleons to bribe the League to keep them in and are left with nothing to hire decent players. Because, really, why? I ask meself every bloody time: why? But what is the worst, are the fans. How does Chudley Cannons fans even exist? Like a curse of some kind?”

A cruel snort escaped him, part genuinely amused and part wretchedly derisive. “There aren’t enough galleons in the fucking world, Dung.” But the input matched his low opinion of the pathetic team, and thus, it earned Caradoc’s favour, this once. “I ask myself that every fucking time I talk to Prewett about it. Now, there’s a real deal Cannons fan for you.”

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fenwick-benjy:

“And yet they still get love and support from their fans. Maybe that’s not that different from getting a gold star.” Benjy shrugged, then, clearly joking, said, “Plus, have you ever been at a kindergarten spelling competition? Things could get pretty wild.”

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carolyn-wilkes:

“That’s a nice question.” Carolyn commented, a hint of amusement still coloring her words. “There may be many reasons. Past prestige? Money? Every team likes to have a nice, easy victory now and then? ” She shrugged slightly. She was only barely curious, she didn’t really care about any of that. “Or maybe they just love to hear people complaining about the Cannons being still in the league.”

“None of those,” Caradoc countered, “are worth the pain of having to sit through one of their matches.”

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argopyrites:

“What?”

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“That’s my fucking drink.”

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mafaldahops:

“You love it,” Mafalda said, her laughter dying down into a soft chuckle.

“Only because it keeps me from feeling the worst one in the room.”

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fabianprewetting:

“No, I want you to shut the hell up about it is what I want.”

“Why, because you’ve got nothing to support your ridiculous fucking support for them?”

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mafaldahops:

“You are so easy to rile up,” Mafalda replied, laughing.

“Cruel woman.”

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fabianprewetting:

“Now you’re just being a right arse for the helluvit.”

“Oh, d’you wanna fuckin’ fight about it, Prewett?”

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dawnmaywithey:

“I’m not disagreeing with you.”

“Because there’s no room to, Withey.”

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fletcher-mundungus:

“Finally someone that gets it! I don’t even understand why they still let them be in the League. Probably just to allow people to fill up their fantasy-Quidditch teams with half-point-worth ‘players’,” Mundungus said, taking care to make quotes with his hands when he said ‘players’.

Caradoc made no effort to bite back the scoff that jerked out of him. It was a rare thing, it took no spectacular genius to know -- but he and Mundungus Fletcher were entirely on the same page, for once. “If they were interesting enough to warrant it, I’d say the confederation uses them as some sort of fucking conspiracy theory. Something to laugh at so that no one sees it coming, when they fuck shit up.”

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fenwick-benjy:

“Well, they are trying, aren’t they?” Benjy shrugged, smiling as he replied to Caradoc. “That’s what matters after all, right?”

“It isn’t a fucking kindergarten spelling competition.” His eyes nearly rolled out of his head, thoroughly unimpressed. “It’s a major sports league. You don’t get a gold star for trying.”

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carolyn-wilkes:

“So, I reckon you don’t think they are going to win the league,” Carolyn said, the corners of her lips curling into a hint of an amused smile.

“No, I don’t fucking think,” he agreed, a corner of his caustic mouth quirking. “In fact, I’m trying to figure out why they’re even part of the league in the first place.”

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“That’s such bullshit. Fucking Chudley Cannons is a punchline, not a team.”

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fabianprewetting:

Fabian didn’t want to guess. The open-ended question of whose head would roll had plagued him since he’d joined the Order, a little more frequently with every passing day. He didn’t want to entertain it in any capacity if he didn’t have to. If he could only put it all into an algorithm and have it spit out the right answer—

“Just hope whoever’s it is, they deserve it.” But only Merlin knew what the odds of the algorithm of life spitting out answers in their favor would be.

Though he would loathe to admit to sparing the subject a moment of thought, he wondered if any of the others felt as weighed down by the passing time as he did. Instead of passing by, the years seemed to tuck themselves into his soul; it left him wearied, feeling miserably older than birthday candles would indicate. 

Of course, he would rather drink a shot of bleach than ask out-loud.

“If people got what they deserved, there would be no war.”

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mafaldahops:

Mafalda opened her mouth as if to form a rebuttal before closing it again, her lips pursing in amusement. Another quick beat passed, before she burst out laughing. “You’re so full of shit, you know that?” she said as her giggles died down.

“That means I win, by the way,” he informed her, tone all matter-of-fact.

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prewettali:

Excuse me.

“Nah.”

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drcsmdws:

“Well, I’m not talking to your shadow.”

“Package deal, you dolt.”