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the revolution's imminentwhat do you stall for?if you stand for nothing,what'll you fall for?

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thatssofletchpm:

Fletcher shook his head, “Unacceptable excuse. You’ll have your own room in the dream flat.”

“Alright. Well, I’ve heard a rumor, and I don’t really believe rumors because there’s quite a few going on about myself that have no truth to them, but I’ve heard that Alex and his lady friend- what’s her name? I can’t ever remember. But you know who I mean. Eloped last weekend, so I guess we won’t really have to worry about him. Am I offended that I wasn’t invited? Sure. But that’s life and the flat’s got four rooms. So.”

dorian actually had to set his drink down to keep from spilling it all over himself as he laughed. this was why fletcher was gold in his book----who couldn’t use a laugh like this? “there was no wedding, fletch, get your knickers untwisted. and i think we’d convince alex before we would james or brent----” which would be nice, and not just because alex was the tidiest of all of them, “----but her name’s val, and for the safety of all our things, try to remember it. she’s uh, gonna be sticking around, i think.” dorian leaned foward, “yeah, though, i’ve heard the rumors about you too. they say you’re trying to make an army by seducing all of the weasley women and making little fletcher babies. didn’t believe it, though.”

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thatssofletchpm:

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“Shacklebolt. What’s this I hear about us not living together after graduation? What happened to the dream team living together in that flat above Florean Fortescue’s? Me, you, Potter, Alex, I was even under the impression that Nott would be joining because- well, who else is going to be able to put up with Nott?”

“the dream team?” dorian’s grin had grown steadily during fletcher’s rant, finally barking out a laugh as he finished, “fletch, if we’re gonna fit five of us in one space without the magic of hogwarts house elves, we’re gonna need a house at least. cause i don’t know about you but----much as i love you boys----i’m looking forward to finally getting my own room after all these years.”

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tddylvpn:

“it seems you did pretty well by yourself but if you really must know, i played a few rounds, got a few galleons – the usual.” teddy hung an arm around dorian’s shoulder tugging him with him while he spoke. “i will say that the game didn’t seem too exciting…with that new girl playing in lily’s spot. i vote for a rematch…”

“the usual, he says-----this is why i don’t play cards with you anymore, teddy----that face can only hide the hustler inside for so long.” he laughed, grabbing another drink, and one for his friend as well, “go easy on her-----it was her first game and she got walloped by those bludgers. i’m just glad she didn’t hop off and quit after the second one hit. lily and val have learned, i think----i hope----to keep their tempers in check off-field. speaking of val----her sister said i played well today. said it was a shame i lost. good sign, yeah?”

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tddylvpn:

cards spread across the table in a royal flush, securing his fifth win for the night. the bets added up quickly over just five rounds that he was quite tempted to continue but superstition got the best of him. gathering up the winnings, teddy trotted off with a grin made for a cheshire cat only coming to a stop when he collided into a seemingly intoxicated party goer. instinctively, he’d reached out to steady them. “too much to drink or not watching where you’re going? either way – you alright?” 

“teddy!” he laughed, clapping his friend on the back, “you know you don’t have to worry about me-----where’ve you been all night? i expected a bit of help from you in drowning my sorrows.” the last bit clearly in jest----though a few on his team took the loss hard, dorian was in much better spirits than that.

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leiarookwood:

“No pain, no gain. You played one hell of a game. That fifth year can take a hit. Or three. If Quidditch wasn’t a house-loyal sport, I think I’d steal her away and make her ferocious.” She took a small sip from her drink, feeling bubbly and happy from the win. 

“yeah, well she’s mine to turn into a star,” dorian said with a laugh, “but it’ll be nice to have potter and carrow back next game, it’ll give me time to work with clarke without the pressure of another team on her. we’ll be even more of a challenge next time, rookwood.”

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seungriyoo:

“That’s a shame because I was hoping we could do the salsa together,” Seungri jested at the older Gryffindor. He imagined there were no real hard feelings between the two of them after a lost game. There were, after all, far more pressing matters where they worked together rather than opposing sides like they did on the pitch. Taking a seat next to Dorian, he proclaimed, “I’ll claim this one then, if you don’t mind. I’d rather not dance either and I think I heard some Slytherins mention tossing me into the lake. They will probably try to pass it as some celebratory ritual but I’m not buying it.”

“y’know, my heart just wouldn’t be in it, and you deserve so much more than that, seungri.” dorian’s smile was wide as his friend sat down next to him, “they’d have to go through ME first. damn, you think they’d have a bit of appreciation----here they are, celebrating the quidditch win you helped give them, ready to throw the knife in your back? fucking cowards.” dorian swore, taking another swig of his drink, “forget them-----you did great today. anyone that can give celly a run for her money like that can surely outsmart a couple of bigots. they aren’t worth the dirt on your broom.”

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jaqcvrrow:

“he said no.” she stated firmly, annoyed at the girl who had squirmed he way over to him. it took her twenty minutes to draw up the courage to walk over to dorian but jac had cut her off, sticking a cup in the hand that the other girl had meant to be grabbing. “there’s plenty of people already dancing…” jacqueline turned her back, stepping in between them before perching on the arm of his chair. “–you did well. it’s a shame that you lost though.”

dorian barely bit back an amused smile at the sight of jac sending off the other girl, and made no mention of it besides his raised eyebrows. “yeah?” he sat back, “it was a tough break, but everyone flew well. losing val and lily for the game didn’t help matters but----what can you do? we’ll get ‘em next time.” he drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair that she wasn’t sitting on, and continued, a smirk flickering across his face, "good thing for you i didn’t win, carrow, or i might have been the one asking you to dance all night.”

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clarke-cross:

Clarke saw Dorian sit down next to her, but she didn’t know what to say, so they sat in silence until he started speaking. Clarke listened to her captain and took his words to heart. Everything he said made sense, but part of her still believed it was her fault that they lost. She nodded, wiping her eyes again. “You’re right… I’m sorry, for… everything.”

“no need to apologize,” dorian insisted, shaking his head, “we play as a team, we lose as a team, we all shoulder the blame, if there is any. we played well---slytherin just played better today. all we can do is get back to work next week and try to improve---as a team. you took a beating out there today, clarke, and you stayed in the game----be proud of yourself.”

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leiarookwood:

Leia could hardly say she was flying her best today; there was only so much she could do when her bones still ached when she moved them a certain way, but she had flown and they had won. She went around congratulating her teammates again, pressing soft kisses onto everyone’s cheeks before making her way around the party. She raised an eyebrow at Dorian Shacklebolt’s refusal for a dance and offered him a drink instead. “Come on, just one go for your favorite winner?”

dorian took the drink with a smile, giving her a small toast before taking a sip, “after the week you had, you ought to be pulling up a chair with me, rookwood. but it was good to see you in the air today.”

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flxrenceflxmel:

“Oh, come on! It’s not a good party if no one dances!” By this point in the evening, Florence had had several drinks and a couple shots as well, otherwise she would not have been nearly as easygoing in any other the interactions she was taking place in. However, thanks to the aide of alcohol, Florence was feeling the beat of the song that had just come on and began trying to lure Dorian out onto the floor.

“there’s plenty of dancing, flo-----just not me!” dorian protested; he could hardly blame her for enjoying her team’s win. with a chuckle, he raised his glass in a toast, “i’m sure you can find a much livelier dance partner than me----what about mirren, over there?”

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clarke-cross:

Clarke shook hands with everyone, then walked off the field as quickly as she could without looking suspiciously like she was running. When she rounded the corner, she broke out into a sprint, trying to get to somewhere no one would see. She finally found a secluded area, leaned against a wall, and slid down, beginning to quietly cry.

She scored points, and she stayed on her broom even with three hits from the bludger. She was soaring, physically and metaphorically. She had never felt more confident in her life Then, boom. Slytherin got the snitch. Her emotions came crashing down, and disappointment and self loathing flooded her.

See, Clarke? No matter what, you’ll never be good enough. Why even bother? Why did you even try out in the first place? Kyle is the quidditch player, not you. You’re so pathetic. You’re an embarrassment to the family, Gryffindor, and Hogwarts itself.

She had been crying for about ten minutes then she heard footsteps. She quickly wiped her eyes before looking up at her new visitor. “Um… hey.”

as the aftermath of the game died down, dorian shook leia rookwood’s hand one last time before making his way to the locker room. he knew some of his team would be upset, but they’d done well. rounding the corner, he came upon clarke----one of the reserves----crying. heaving a sigh, he sat down next to her, silent for a moment before speaking. “hey, cross-----this was a tough break, for your first game. you had some unlucky run-ins with the bludgers, but we did well. sometimes we lose, even when we play well----but if you have to lose, that’s the kind of loss you wanna have, y’know? and we all played our best today, so don’t beat yourself up over it. there’ll be other games.”

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it’d been a tough game, and an even tougher loss. no one liked to lose, especially not the first game of the season, but there was plenty of time to come back and dorian wasn’t one to dwell on losses so much as plan for the next win. and he had enough friends on the other team that he didn’t mind celebrating their win---even when it meant his loss. that didn’t mean he wanted to be the center of the party, right now, though. “nah, nah, i don’t think i’m up for a dance right now----gotta stake a claim on this chair for the rest of the night, i think.”

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clarke-cross:

“I haven’t started yet, I just got out here, but I figure I need the practice, so…” she trailed off. She had never really talked to the older Gryffindor before, so she didn’t really know how to continue the conversation properly. She nodded at his last statement.

“well, look,” dorian continued after it was clear clarke was done talking, “i know it must be intimidating, right, getting ready for your first game? but you’re not gonna be playing alone, so this game isn’t just on you. and i know you’ll be back on reserve after lily and val are back, but assuming you want a permanent spot on the team someday----you should start coming to our team workouts. not mandatory for reserves, definitely mandatory for our starters. it helps.”

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zinaidamcgonagall:

zina was suddenly aware that she hadn’t eaten yet, realizing that she was definitely out of it. “yeah, i just… don’t sleep. but it’s fine, i’ll be okay.” she swung her bag off of her shoulder, unzipping it, “i just come out here to paint when i can’t knock out.” she shuffled through her bag a bit, “you’re lucky, they’re all safe and sound.”

“everyone’s gotta sleep, zina. maybe talk to brent, or madame pomfrey, even?” dorian looked on as she checked her back, giving her a nod, “well i’ll let you get to it, then; i was just heading to the great hall for breakfast though, in case you’re hungry.”

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clarke-cross:

“Ow,” Clarke sighed before taking his hand. “I’m okay. Just couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought I’d get some flying in.” She pulled herself up with his help, then reached down to grab her fallen broom. “What brings you out here?”

“yeah? and how’s that going?” dorian was on the quidditch team as well, and while lily and val were a huge loss, he was still optimistic they’d be able to pick up the slack with their reserves. “just my morning routine----staying in shape means more than flying on a broom, y’know.”

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adelaidefawley:

Adelaide had looked down into her bag for just a moment when someone slammed into her and sent her to the ground. She had thought she could walk across the ground uninterrupted this early in the morning, find herself some of the peace and quiet she could never quite get in Gryfinndor Tower, but it seemed she was hardly the only one with that idea. She took Dorian’s hand and pulled herself up, brushing stray dirty and grass from her skirt. “It’s no problem, I was hardly looking where I was going either. It seems early morning walks are more popular than I thought. I’m alright, Dorian, no need to worry.”

he waited until she was steady before letting go of her hand, stepping back and stretching his arms upward as he looked out over the grounds, “yeah, i usually try to get out here before it gets too crowded by the early morning herbology crowd---or even before any quidditch practices get started. you get tired of all the ruckus of the tower?” dorian loved the hustle and bustle of gryffindor, but he could understand, he guessed, how some people might get tired of the constant noise and action.