Fay Dunbar

Gryffindor || February 3, 1980

[nicholasxiicallaway-blog]

Hell, that just gave me the worst imagery…She just needs to fucking retire already, honestly…

[Sally snickers] If only they heard the noises you make when you… [she trails off biting her bottom lip] 

You want me to give you a tattoo? Like what, a fake Dark Mark so you’ll be disowned by all your heroic housemates? Or like “Sally + Fay 4ever” in a big fucking heart? I mean you are taking the piss right? Did you see the one I gave to Entwhistle? Because I was sober when I did that one. I think… I actually don’t remember but, seriously babe, you don’t want me to mar your perfect alabaster skin. What will Mommy and Daddy say?

[fay-dunbar]

[She simply laughed.] I couldn't give a flying fuck as to what it was. I just want you to mark me.

Do I have a taker?

[nicholasxiicallaway-blog]

Merlin, McGonagall really needs to pull that large stick out of her arse… Anyway, I always tell you that you were sorted into the wrong house.

What have I got in store for you? I don’t know what on Earth you’re talking about. I’m so innocent and pure that just the idea of you suggesting I would [gasps] break a rule…

I probably shouldn’t even be talking to you, you bloody rebel. McGonagall might hear, and then our asses truly will be grass…es…Anyway, speaking of grass or any other grossly illegal substances you may be looking for, nothing major is planned, but you know I’d go to the ends of the Wizarding World for my most favourite Gryffindor. What can I do for you, darling?

[fay-dunbar]

She needs to pull it out and put something back in as replacement. [She smirked wickedly. Sally Anne always had such an influence on her.] You know, I'm beginning to believe that more and more. Guess I'm just too good at doing a convincing growl that they couldn't afford to lose me. 

I've decided something. I want a tattoo, and you're gonna give me one.

[nicholasxiicallaway-blog]

Don’t ever say I don’t do anything for you, cunt. What were you about to jump down my throat about? Been caught with contraband again?

[fay-dunbar]

Ugh, don't even fucking talk to me about that... Ever since the Gryffindor party Soph and I threw, McGonagall's been giving us the worst detentions. [She shrugs.] C'est la vie, right? It was fun as hell, but I've been without it for far too long, and that's why I need your help. 

So, what have you got in store for me?

[nicholasxiicallaway-blog]

God, I love the holidays.

[fay-dunbar]

I've been looking for you everywhere, you absolute... [She trails off, spying the cigarettes.]

Any day's a holiday when you've got these little things around.

[fay-dunbar]

Gryffindor At Night // Fay + Sophie

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Sophie stops talking to Neville Longbottom, who she was slightly flirting with after having a couple of the spiked drinks, and spots McGonagall. The underwear on her hat makes Sophie crack up, and the eyes of all the students turn towards her.

"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall said, her strict voice cracking in anger. She peered at all of the students. "Sophie and Fay threw us a party." One of the third years, who had veritaserum running through him piped up. McGonagall’s eyes shifted to Fay, who was still standing on the table, and to Sophie, who tried to hide behind Neville’s arm.

[fay-dunbar]

For a brief moment, Fay's eyes darted to the third-year, shooting him a look that could only be taken to mean 'Go straight to hell.' Her eyes refocused on the stern woman who was slowly walking into the crowd, students parting the way to avoid her wrath.

"This isn't a party, Professor." Fay bluffed with a bit of an incredulous laugh. "Sophie and I were doing a social experiment to better understand the effects of O.W.L. level potions on students of several ages. That's all. Unfortunately, the experiment took a toll for the worse, but - rest assured - it's for science!"

After she spoke, quite a few snickers could be heard from all throughout the group, and Fay was half-threatened to pull out her wand and place a silencing charm on them all. Thankfully, McGonagall beat her to it, bellowing out for everyone to shut up.

"You, Dunbar," she paused to point, her hand shaking slightly with anger. "And you, Miss Roper," the older woman turned, trying to find Sophie. "Miss Roper, where did you run off to? Miss Roper!"

"Behind Neville!" One of the first-years spoke giddily.

"Oi! Shut your fucking face, would you?" Fay practically growled as McGonagall grabbed Sophie.

"Fay Dunbar!" The older woman bellowed. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for such rotten, foul language. The other Heads of Houses will be searching Gryffindor Tower in search of all other...paraphernalia. As for you two - straight to my office."

[fay-dunbar]

Gryffindor At Night // Fay + Sophie + Vincent

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

"Well, to be fair, I have to admit, Snape isn’t that bad looking." She winks at Fay, and watches as she gives the drink to the first year. With her hand in front of her mouth, she hides her giggle as she watches the first year drink it eagerly. Within minutes, he runs up the stairs, and she doesn’t even try to stop her laughter this time.

She grabs a brownie and takes a bite, then hands it to Fay. “I’m on Weasley, hold my brownie.” She takes one of the cups with the white ribbon and saunters over to the redhead. He doesn’t appear to be with anyone, for once, and this is her best chance. "Hi Ron!" She says, and then smiles. She looks down at the drink and then hands it over to him. "We’re having a little celebration, to relax and have fun after all the tough assignments we were given. Do you want a drink?"

[fay-dunbar]

Fay couldn't help but laugh along with Sophie, though that was likely to be attributed to the new influx of the brownie's 'magic powers' working their way into her system. She watched as her friend worked her way over to the redhead, rolling her eyes at the sight of it. "Gingers have no souls!" Fay bellowed, gaining the laughter of a few students passing through the Common Room. She took a drink from one of the cups, taking care to ensure that it wasn't one of the cups that had been tampered with.

With her wand, she began flicking brownie bits at first-years passing by, eliciting several groans and a few quite humorous attempts at returning the attack. "We're telling McGonagall!" They all cried, which only gained Fay's cackle as she handed out drinks to some of the older Gryffindors.

Soon enough, quite the party had developed in their beloved Common Room. Hell, Fay had even spied some students from the other Houses sneaking in with their friends in Gryffindor, The music was blaring, and she found herself in the midst of snogs, highly intoxicated first-years, and magic-induced shenanigans in the vein of certain Quidditch players' tidy whities suspended in midair. Suddenly, all the hubbub came to a sudden halt, and Fay looked around for the source, having to stand on a table in order to see above everyone's heads.

"Fuck."

Standing at the entrance of the Common Room was Professor McGonagall, more stern and menacing looking than before, with a pair of boy's underwear hanging from her hat.

[fay-dunbar]

Gryffindor At Night // Fay + Sophie + Vincent

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Sophie walks into the common room, and hurries over to where Fay has her stuff all set up. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she holds up the small bottle with a smirk on her face. “Nicked it from Snape, he thought I was trying to seduce him, since I wanted to see his expansive potion stores.” She laughs. “It was hard to convince him, but since he knows I have trouble in potions, he thought it only appropriate. Nicked this when he was testing me on what a bezeor is, and I asked him I’d know if he showed me.”

She points at the cups with the white ribbon and Fay nods. She opens up the bottle using her thumb, and pours exactly two drops into each of the cups. She knew that if there were anymore than that, they would still be blabbing out their secrets at class in the morning, and there was no way that she wanted Snape suspecting her of anything. "I got us some appetizers too." Sophie says, pocketing the small vial when she was done with it. She pulls out a box of brownies. They were still steaming and the smell of chocolate slowly invaded the room. "They’re special brownies, got some stuff off of a seventh year Slytherin."

[fay-dunbar]

Fay nearly jumped at the sudden appearance of her friend, having been entirely consumed by the music blasting from the radio. "Fucking hell, Soph, I nearly knocked over this bottle of - wait, did you just say that Snape thought he was being seduced?" She let out a hearty chortle at the thought. "Well, good on you for getting some, though I'm glad it didn't cost you that."

She eyed the brownies, her hands already on a piece as Sophie spoke. "Ooooh." A mischievous smirk formed at Fay's lips. "How naughty. I love it." She whispered with a wink, taking a small bite from the piece. "Before everyone starts coming back, let's try some out on a few first-years." Fay glanced over to the boy in a corner who was studying religiously from a quite thick textbook. She walked over, a cup with a red ribbon around it. "Hi there." She spoke in her sweetest tone. "You look like you've been studying really hard. Maybe you'd like some cider? It's really soothing, and I've heard it helps us memorize quicker." Fay handed him the cup and returned to her table with Sophie, and they both watched as he downed it eagerly.

Within a few seconds, his mouth had turned red as he scratched furiously at it and eventually ran up to his room. Fay couldn't help but stifle her laughter as best as possible. She turned to Sophie, and kept her voice conspiratorially low. "Alright, your turn. You said you wanted to hear some of the Weasley clones' secrets, right? I think you've got your chance - there's one right there."

[fay-dunbar]

Gryffindor At Night // Fay + Sophie + Vincent

Fay stared at her handiwork, smirking quite a bit to herself. Well, her wandwork, mostly. On top of one of the desks in the Gryffindor Common Room were several different cups, each with a different colored ribbon around its middle. Red signified that it was intended for Mouth-Itching Potion, gold was for a Babbling Beverage, green for Shrinking Solution, and white for Veritaserum. Each cup had already been laced with their shot of the respective potions, as well as a quite generous amount of Butterbeer. All potions except for Veritaserum, of course, which Sophie had promised to bring. She feigned a sweet smile when the first-years passed by, awkwardly gawking at what they were led to believe was 'cider', even going so far as to snatch a few for themselves.

In the dormitory, however, was a different story entirely. Fay had been slaving over quite a bit of brewery, from Butterbeer to Firewhisky, as she had attempted to replicate her own kind of each - just in case they were to run out, of course. So far, she had been moderately successful with Butterbeer, only tweaking it to have a fair bit more alcohol. The Firewhisky, however, was the reason that her brand-new Collapsible Cauldron was burnt from the inside out, as it had exploded and burnt up more than once. She grimaced at the thought of trying the remaining drops of the would-be beverage. "Thank Circe for the crate of Firewhisky I brought from home." Fay thought, pouring the remaining drinks into the cup.

For a moment, Fay stared at her watch, waiting for Sophie to appear with either some equally mischievous Gryffindors, more potions, or some eager and interested victims. After all, they had both spread the word that the Common Room would play host to a Butterbeer Pong Tournament tonight. Fay sang loudly along with the Weird Sisters' newest record, not noticing when Sophie entered the room.

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[Tracey rolls her eyes in return and turns back to the animal] It really must be exhausting being such a pompous arse. [she say a bit too loud, making sure Fay hears her as she reaches out for the owl once more.] 

[fay-dunbar]

[She pauses at the door, and turns to look back at Tracey.]

[Sarcastically] Oh, so you are an expert at something! I was getting worried. A sixth year who can't handle a bird? That's tragic, really. Well, don't worry - it's not nearly as exhausting as hearing your voice is, so rest assured. [She continues on her way out, walking slowly down the steps.] 

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Oh, you sneaky Gryffindor! But I was thinking, we’ll give some of the boys the veritaserum. Wouldn’t you like to know the secrets of the different Rons? Or even Hermione? I must admit I’m curious.

And sounds like a good plan, let’s do this.

[fay-dunbar]

Oh, you think I'm the sneaky one? You better take a damn good look in the mirror, my friend.

I do like the sound of that, though. We'll have to devise a way of knowing which ones are laced with something decidedly naughty. I might have to recruit some extra assistance for this. No doubt Seamus would be interested, yeah?

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Thanks, we need a bit of fun crazy to balance out the awful crazy that’s been going on. [Sophie smiles and then laughs when she hears all of the things that Fay has] You know what, I might be able to snatch some veritaserum from Snape’s office, he doesn’t keep watch very often.

Oh god, I would be unlucky enough to get dog food. I think I got one of the leather ones once, I chewed on it for a good ten minutes before realizing what it was.

[fay-dunbar]

[An almost devious smile forms at Fay's lips.] Oh, don't worry about Veritaserum - I knicked a few bottles from Snape's batch from last year, when he had to use it on the students or whatever. Though, I'm not sure I want to hear first-years spill their secrets. What the hell could they talk about? Going through puberty?

Alright, how does this sound - once we get all the drinks and stuff ready, we wrangle up the unsuspecting victims?

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

I would if I knew where you were! Though trust me, it wasn’t really planned. [Sophie licks  her lips and then laughs]. And a butterbeer pong tournament sounds fun. Maybe we should invite the first years and tell them it’s cider.

Looks like you got a paprika one. [Sophie stifles a giggle, and then closes her own eyes and picks out one.] My turn. Hope it’s not something stupid like caterpillar. [She pops it into her mouth and then immediately spits it out].

[fay-dunbar]

I love how your brain works, I really do. I bought some potions the last time I visited Diagon Alley, a little bit of Shrinking Solution, Laxative Potions, Babbling Beverage, and Mouth-Itching Potion - those sorts of things. What if we tell them that there's a few cups of cider that have Felix Felicis in them, and just watch the chaos ensue? [Fay breaks out into an almost uncontrollable fit of laughter.]

Oh, fucking paprika. Gross little things. [She watches as Sophie spits the candy out almost as immediately as she popped it in.] What the hell? That was a sausage one, Sophie. Can't have been that bad. [She takes a closer look.] Oh, wait. No, that one was dog food. Better luck next time, yeah?

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Yeah, I hung out with Rocker Ron and got drunk in the kitchens. It was an interesting experience. Lavender’s a sweet girl too, though yesterday I got an arrow pointed at my face by one of her clones. I guess not all of them are into dating.

Yeah, it was probably brown sugar if you liked it. Want to try again? [She holds the packet out with a smile]

[fay-dunbar]

You should've invited me! Circe only knows I'm in need of a night that doesn't involve getting bitten each time I try to feed Professor Sprout's stupid Fanged Geranium... I've been thinking of hosting another butterbeer pong tournament. Interested?

[Quite excitedly.] Ooh, yes! I like this game. You go next, though. [Fay reaches in, once again holding it out for Sophie to examine while closing her eyes. She pops it in her mouth, smiling at first, though her face soon contorts at the taste of it after a few bites.]

Not bad, it's actually quite... No. No, no, no. Oh, bloody hell, it's like my tongue's on fire. [She reaches for her mug, downing the hot tea in one. It barely helps.] Fucking hell... Which one was that?

[fay-dunbar]

I've gotten quite good at this...

[hjpottersjndifk]

[Unable to understand why someone would bother keeping a heavy weight on their head, Harry distractedly watches the blocks levitate into formation. He listens to her, though his gaze is kept on the tray until…] 

Fi—you didn’t say fire, did yo—

[He’s cut off by her expression.] I wouldn’t have… [Harry trails off as she finishes with “Seeker”. The humor and Quidditch-relation to the encounter  under her words registers. A bright smile grows on his face.] Fuck’s sake, Fay, for a mo’ you’ve had me convinced those blocks dented something in that head of yours.

[fay-dunbar]

You actually thought I was serious? [She can't help but cackle quite a bit.] Honestly, Harry - I know you're not as thick as you look.

Only joking. You do look quite tired, though. Feeling alright, or is Madame Hooch just working your arse off?

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

Yeah, the Rons are all generally amusing though, so thank goodness for that.

Well, if you thought it tasted good, it wasn’t what I was thinking. I thought it looked like liver, but I guess it could have been brown sugar.

[fay-dunbar]

Amusing because they all tend to make complete arses out of themselves. Honestly, Lav's a pretty girl, and not so dull, either. You'd think she'd go for someone up to her level. Then again, she's always had a thing for those bloody Quidditch players, hasn't she? [Fay rolls her eyes.] 

Liver? If it was, that's awfully disturbing. For the sake of rumors, just call it brown sugar, yeah? Or, if anything, blame it on one of my clones. [She makes a face and raises her hands, feigning the 'spookiness' typically attributed to the clones.]  

[traceyofslytherin-deactivated20]

Clearly you do if you found the need to even speak to me about it in the first place. Or then you could just be one of those annoying ‘know it alls’ who runs about the place as though they rule the world. Whichever the case I don’t much care. I find you annoying and as such you can piss off now and mind your own business. 

[fay-dunbar]

[rolling her eyes] You flatter yourself too much. It was in defense of the bird, which you were terrifying. And be grateful for those 'annoying know it alls'. It's thanks to us that idiots like you understand how to properly handle your mail carriers. [She turns to exit the Owlery.]

[the-legendary-missoogieboogie-d]

I thought the same thing about “Rocker Ron” [She actually holds up her fingers in quotations as she says this] but he’s actually probably the nicest of the bunch. I personally think the ministry is behind all of it, but I try not to think about conspiracy theories too much.

Yeah, but I should warn you, I already ate all of the chocolate ones. [She takes the packet out of her bag and holds it open, shaking it in front of Fay. She starts intimidating a man she heard at Hogsmeade] Come on, little girl, take your pick! Maybe you’ll get luck or maybe you’ll get sick!

[fay-dunbar]

Bloody hell... Don't even get me started on Rocker Ron. [She pauses to contemplate the Ministry's involvement with the clones.] That's actually not a bad way of seeing it, even if it is something of a conspiracy theory. [Her expression turns almost as immediately as her attention.] Ooh, candy!

[Fay giggles at the rhyme. She hasn't heard anything that ridiculous since someone first told her about the clone situation, and reaches her hand in, picking one without looking. Squeezing her eyes shut, she holds it out to Sophie.]

Alright, you've seen it. Tell me which one it is after I try it, yeah? [She pops it in her mouth without hesitation.]

Bloody hell, that's so good! Which one was that?