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This is a short question!

This is a short answer!

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Say that again

Grayson, all the time

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worn out places | grayson & damien

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Damien would have concerned himself with taking the bother to glance away from the tome before him, had not it been for Grayson’s complaints of his security methods. His lips quirked, instead, and his wand lay untouched.

Anyone else would not have received such a warm welcome.

"As am I, no you weren’t, I would have fetched you, you wouldn’t have, you’re incredibly lazy, they are perfectly functional I assure you, your sibling would not allow you to take Rupert unless ze was in on whatever you schemed." He answered in order and only then did he look up, snapping the book shut. He still looked visibly amused and there was far too much fondness on his expression for the Gryffindor that lay sprawled across his luggage. "Are you finished?"

Making a show of flicking through the pages of his novel until he located where he left off, Damien settled back in his seat. “You never allowed that you stop you before.”

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Still sitting on the trunk, Grayson adjusted the lay of his shirt. Though he wasn’t irritated, he still would have rathered not to have lost his balance. He was a graceful creature by habit, what with sneaking about in the middle of the night being a favourite pastime.

"If I didn’t know any better I would say you’re acting like a smart ass. Since I do know better, I know that you’re every bit the smart ass and that you’re taking great enjoyment from my misfortunate hypothetical ‘what if’s." He pulled a face at Damien, then grinned. "Yes, I think I’m done now, but if I come up with any more I’ll be sure to let you know," he teased, curiously glancing about their compartment.

"Is that an invitation?" he asked coyly, waggling his brows at him. "Because I think I’m going to take it as one." He stood to do just that, and it was a good thing that he still remained vertically challenged, because that was when an angry tail flicked out of the overhead compartment and a set of claws made a swipe at his face. Wisely, he immediately ducked out of the way. Into Damien’s lap, of course. The book that had such high hopes of being thoroughly read was knocked aside and lost… somewhere.

Grayson didn’t even look sorry. “There’s a man-eating creature in the luggage rack and I’m inclined to ask what the fuck you did to piss her off.”

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off | Grayson & Melissa

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Melissa’s eyes only slightly narrowed when the Gryffindor asked his question. It bothered her that he did not even bother to raise his hand, just simply blurted it out.  It was expected that a blood traitor would act so rudely. She had to remind herself that she was supposed to be civil, or she would risk losing the club and thus losing leadership skills she could use to her advantage later.  Instead of scowling, she curled her lips into some sort of fake smile.

“First of all, the sheet you are signing is not a pledge or ‘contract’ as you called it. It is simply a sign in sheet so my advisor can monitor attendance, just as any other club has.” Melissa took a moment before she continued on to the next part of the question. “I would argue that most of society no longer holds onto the idea of abstinence, which was my reasoning for creating this club. Most of our generation loses their virginity early into their teens, even becoming pregnant before they reach sixth year. It has become an idea of the past to be virtuous. I believe, we are making a smart personal choice to be abstinent. To hold onto something that is yours, and yours alone to give.”

Melissa was satisfied with her answer, knowing that she was right on track with her values. Which of course, were not hers but an old tradition for pureblood girls. Melissa herself was not entirely virtuous herself, but that was between her and those who signed the non-disclosure agreement. What she liked, was that her virtue was hers to give and hers alone, it was precious to her because it was one of the few things she could control. 

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"I know what signing-in means," Grayson waved off easily, flapping his hand about to as if to ward off the lengthy explanation he knew would follow that was meant to make him look like an idiot. "I’m just not signing it yet because I’m uncertain whether I want to be in attendance today," he explained, wiggling the quill between the first two fingers of his left hand. "I want to know what I’ll be sitting in on in case I’d like to change my mind and spend my time elsewhere."

The page still sat before him waiting for Grayson to add his name. He leaned back in his seat, instead offering the quill to the next available person so that they had to reach around him to grab the paper while he listened to Melissa speak.

“Virtuous." He spoke the word with emphasis. "So by not having sex we’re better people than those who have? Forgive me, but I feel like the whole point of this club is to, not celebrate virtue, but to give yourselves yet another reason to make you bigger douchebags. Oh wait, I’m sorry, you’re abstinent, you can’t be douchebags." Grayson’s grin was wicked.

"Okay, so! Absinence. To abstain from. What are we abstaining from? The big S, for sure, but what else? We’re supposed to keep ‘virtuous’ until marriage, but how do we get to the point of saying the ‘I do’s without being… improper? What’s off-limits? Kissing isn’t fun without a little bit of tongue, yeah?"

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PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWAH || Dom who is a Doll & that Wood kid

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Dom felt her entire face turn the color of the seats. “Oh dear,” she muttered. Damning titles such as He Who Shall Not Be Loved and The Color Of A Merman’s Heart glared up at her from the floor. She could do nothing but watch in horror as Grayson dropped to help her, his stupidly kind heart condemning her to eternal embarrassment. She was never going to be able to show her face again.

Then she noticed the look on his face wasn’t disgust, but… recognition? His question caught her off-guard. “Oh, the beginning is a bit, um, rough, but it gets better towards the end.” Actually, it had ended with confessions of undying love and one of the sweetest, yet stereotypical, self-sacrificing scenes she had read in a long time. “It’s not as good as one of the author’s others though.”

"Wait, you read these? Really?" Dom smiled and felt herself relax. She reached down to pick up one of her favorites that she had just reread. The cover was similar in the aspect of how poorly dressed the characters were, but instead of it having only a man and a woman, it had two men and a woman between them. She tucked Three To Ride back in her bag. “What kind of genres do you like? I can let you borrow some of my favorites, if you haven’t read them already.”

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Grayson hummed in acknowledgement that he’d heard Dom’s reply to his question, but his nose remained buried inside the pages of the book he’d plucked out of the disarray of titles. He honestly hadn’t expected to get hooked into it on only a few pages of skimming, but he had to admit that Dom had a very good taste in her reading selection. At least for the book he was holding.

Less than two minutes passed before he remembered that he was supposed to be helping her clear up the mess, especially before someone could walk in and see them. Not that the situation was in any way condemning for Dom, it was Grayson who was crouched on the ground surrounded by romance novels. Instead, he handed them back to her one by one so she could arrange them as she pleased.

"I do. It’s a plus when your parents don’t really pay attention to what you’re reading so long as you are, and even if they were aware I’m sure they wouldn’t think of it as much of a taboo as much as it being frowned upon. I think it’s one of those ‘feeding the curiosity’ thing without having the awkwardness of talking about it. Also my friends don’t seem to judge me for it, so why bother hiding it?" He was well aware that Scoripus knew of his reading habits, especially since he’d spent two weeks of the summer with him.

"I like reading pretty much anything. Wait, no, that’s a lie. No westerns, please, those are snoozeville. Or history? I don’t know, some period era romance could be decent. Um, fantasy is always fun. Also no school tropes, those are huge turn-offs."

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off | Grayson & Melissa

Melissa moved her wand carefully, putting the precise curves and lines in place to complete the welcome message on the board. Despite the bleak beginning to the school year, she was happy to be back on schedule. She had busied her free time putting up posters that she made over the summer and was excited that the first meeting had finally arrived.

After writing the welcome message she took her place at the side of the board and straightened her posture. She checked the clock when the last few students made their way through the door. It wasn’t a very large turnout, it never was. The reason she started the club was to curb some of the student’s desires to fornicate, party, and further destroy their purity. She intended it only for purebloods, but Professor Zabini informed her that she had to keep it open for everyone. Really it was for the better, even the unpure could benefit from a lifestyle of abstinence.

“Hello and welcome to the first meeting of Pure Abstinence. My name is Melissa Rosier, I am a 5th year Slytherin and I the leader of this club.” She emphasized her name and house, speaking them both with a snobbish pride. “After everyone has signed in, I would like to take our time to go over any and all questions members have from the onset about abstinence and what it means to be a part of the club. At the end we will take our pledges and make the commitment to stay abstinent.” She stopped there and waited for questions. 

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Everything was Addie’s fault. At least that’s the story he’ll stick with when thinking about it in hindsight, because really, ze should’ve known better than to drag Grayson, hir open-minded, smut-reading flirt of a twin into a meeting where they would commit to being ‘abstinent’. Until marriage. And for Grayson who had no intentions of getting married any time soon, if ever, it meant a very, very long time to remain celibate.

He listened to Melissa’s opening, letting his eyes and his mind wander off into some indistinct point until he had a quill and a parchment of paper to sign-in. The pen hadn’t even reached the page, however, when he found himself voicing a question before his brain-to-mouth filter could kick in and save himself.

"So, this whole abstinence thing, what does that mean exactly? I feel like we shouldn’t be on a Need-to-Know basis before I sign some sort of contract binding my ‘virtue’," he added an emphasis with air quotes. "I mean, if you think about it, it’s robbing us of the choice to make that decision on our own. We’ll just be consciously conforming to an idea that’s accepted by most of society because they’re unsure we’re capable of being smart about our own personal choices."

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PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWAH || Dom who is a Doll & that Wood kid

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Dom was a slow learner, something she often felt embarrassed about. Where most people only had to put in the effort it took for them to complete assignments, Dom usually had to use twice that amount. In fact, the only charm she could honestly say she had perfected had been an illusion charm to hide the covers of her more explicit-looking novels she liked to read. She didn’t really want to tell Gray that, as she had a few of said books tucked into the bag on the other side of her seat.

Speaking of, had she remembered to spell her books before she left? Dom couldn’t remember and hoped Gray didn’t look to closely, just in case. She wondered if she should have put the textbook on top of the bag. Maybe she could manage to move it subtly?

"My fifth year was better than my sixth year, but I chose some nasty classes last year," she said in what she hoped was a consoling manner, sneaking her hand over to her text to pick it up. "You’re incredibly clever, and you’ll do wonderfully. Just remember to take breaks and study, even when it’s difficult."

She plopped the book on top of the bag, only to have it lose balance and have its contents scatter on the floor of the compartment.

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Grayson nodded along obediently when Dom imparted experienced wisdom… that everyone else had given him at some point or another. Study, study, study, take breaks, have a snack, don’t slack off, do your best, blah blah blah. Except that he did listen because he felt like Dom was being sincere, if not a little distracted.

As he was used to people fiddling around with stuff, he hadn’t thought much of Dom’s rustling about with her bag - until it flopped over and spilled onto the floor at his feet. Immediately Grayson was kneeling, reaching for her things to help her tidy up… and was distracted by a heavily muscled chest… on the cover of a- no that wasn’t a text book. “Dirty!” he stage whispered, giggling as he looked at the rest of the image, a damsel-like woman nearly faint and in what looked like enough clothing to make up a hand towel and cradled against the heavily muscled hero he’d noticed before.

"Is this one decent? I ran out of good reading material this summer and Soup refuses to read anything interesting to me," he told her, reaching for yet another book with a steamy couple depicted on the cover. He pulled the book open and started scanning the words quickly, trying to get a gist of how the story read before getting into the plot, because even a good plot can be horrible if written badly.

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worn out places | grayson & damien

"Got everything, sweetie?" His mother smoothed the fabric that barely clung to Damien’s frame. The motion could only be described as fluttering, his mother’s hands unsure and reluctant.

Damien smiled, as reassuringly as possible despite it feeling awkward and wrong, and it both eased Caprice but made her fingers dig for purchase. “Of course.” Him and his father share a brief look and he’s untangling his wife’s hands from their son, tucked closer to her side. He stood upright to press a kiss to her cheek. Jon murmured something to Caprice and, taking that moment of distraction, Damien absconded.

He glowered at a lot of fourth years eyeballing a compartment he knew to be empty of all but a trunk and shouldered his way past the few stubborn ones of the lot. He dropped everything but the basket in his arms, which was tossing about furiously, and carefully extracted the cat from its bundle. Dahlia spat and hissed at him, throwing herself onto the over-head luggage rack and he groaned. It was one of those days, of bloody course it was.

Taking his seat before she could try to eviscerate his face, he kicked his trunk until it was shoved against the door, out of his way and partially blocking the door from any would-be intruder. Hopefully it’d knock the shins from beneath someone.

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Grayson’s little chat with Dom hadn’t done much to soothe his restlessness, but it did well enough for his anxiety, which was a plus in itself. He at least didn’t feel like he was going to crawl out of his skin anymore, and his previous need to visit every compartment in the train had finally abated.

He did, however, still make a few detours to check in on his siblings to make certain they were settled comfortably, and he had yet to come across Soup. He knew he would see him soon enough, and really, the guy was probably tired of him after spending the last few weeks of the summer with him. With no other reason to keep him from his own compartment, he returned with a quiet eagerness made known only by the grin he was unable to keep from his face.

Sliding the door open, he narrowly missed falling over the trunk against the door and instead ended up splayed across it, his eyes wide at this sudden turn of events. “I’m so glad I didn’t come running in, what if I was being chased by someone, or there was an emergency and I was told to hurry back to my seat, or I needed to fetch something for someone and had to get it to them in a hurry, or the lights cut off as I was coming in, or what if I was holding Rupert because I was going to hide him from Addieriana and I couldn’t catch myself or I’d risk squishing him and so I ended up falling on my face?”

By the time he’d finished speaking, he’d slid the door closed and pulled his limbs back to his person, perched on the trunk-turned-seat and was lightly glaring at Damien. “That’s my seat, by the way, and here I was excited to come see you.”

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PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWAH || Dom who is a Doll & that Wood kid

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Dom uncrossed and recrossed her ankles. She wasn’t sure about parties and the sort, but she knew all about pressure and expectations. Reaching over, she patted his knee.

"Think of it this way. You’ve already made it through a few years. I mean, it does get more difficult as time goes on, and as you get older they expect even more from you, like higher grades in harder subjects and figuring out what you want to study for the future, but… Hm." Dom bit her lip. "That isn’t really helping, is it."

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"How did you do it, Dom?" Grayson asked. And really, he had been doing his best to avoid the subject all summer. The whole good grades thing didn’t exactly come naturally to him and he really had to buckle down last year to bring them up from just ‘passing’ to something he could be proud of, and now he has exams that’ll determine what he’ll do for the rest of his life. Or, well. Leading up to.

"If you can at least tell me that you enjoyed your fifth year I can go on living happily without fear that everything has been disrupted in my young, carefree life up until this point. Even if it’s a lie, any reassurance will do right now."

Restless. He was still restless, and he unfolded one leg from underneath him to swing forward and thump back into place against the leg rest of his seat.

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PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWAH || Dom who is a Doll & that Wood kid

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Dom usually spent the hours on the train giving the school books another once over, usually reading the introductions after the table of contents. She knew this part was usually ignored by most students, especially the older they got, but it was something she’d always done. She usually ended up sharing compartments with some of her better acquaintances, but for now, she was alone, and she wanted to use her time to be productive.

This was her last year at Hogwarts, after all, and it wouldn’t be the best if she didn’t give it her all. Dom was going to make sure she had no regrets when she graduated, felt it like a warmth in her chest, and-

The knock on the sliding door had her turning her head from where she had been mindlessly staring at the page lost in thought. Seeing Grayson, she smiled. “Hi, you.”

Dom closed the book and rested it in her lap. Gray was a little loud sometimes, especially mixed with certain members of her family, but she had a particular fondness for the Woods kids. “Oh, you know, just perusing the texts. How are you?”

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Glad to be given a smile instead of a frown and a pointed finger towards the door, Grayson was all smiles for Dom in return as he folded his legs in and got himself into a more comfortable position.

"Me? Oh, I’m good - great even! Excited to get back to Hogwarts for the feast and the friends and the parties and Hogsmeade… and the classes and the higher expectations and the O.W.L.s and the pressure and…" The words trailed off from his excited babble and he rubbed at his nose. "Okay I’m nervous as hell, a bit anxious, but no, I am, excited though, I’m glad to be going back.”

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PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWAH || open

Grayson had already secured his seat on the train, knew full well that it would still be there when he returned to it, and so he took the time to ease his restlessness and do a bit of exploring into each of the other compartments. He was kicked out of the first four because apparently barging into other compartments is considered rude, cuddled in the next compartment by a group of third years where he barely escaped by claiming he needed the loo, and then made a hasty exit from the sixth, flushing deeply from his neck to the tips of his ears because he walked into a compartment of a couple who was very happy to see each other.

Even after all of this, his curiosity still hadn’t been lain to rest and there was still a long wait until the snack trolley made its rounds, which obviously meant that he was not yet ready to head back to his own seat. There had to be somebody on this train who was glad to see him, right?

Knocking, he knew, was polite, but that didn’t stop him from inching open the next door so he could peek through and not risk interrupting something he shouldn’t be giving audience to. Which kind of rendered his peeking moot because he would be doing just that. Well.

Luckily, this compartment had a familiar face and so he scooted the door open just enough so he could squeeze through and find a seat opposite. “Sup?” he asked, as casually as if he didn’t just commandeer the seat and was supposed to be there the whole time.

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Obsessive tendencies? I hope you’re referring to your father’s love of the sport and not…something else. Violeta raised a brow before sighing and bringing up the end of her braided hair to her eyes and twiddling with it. It get’s annoying most of the time, you know? Like, I’m not my father and don’t assume things.

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Of course that’s what I meant, we’re talking about Quidditch! Or, well, the annoyances of parents with reputations involving Quidditch. It does get annoying, but this also gives us a chance to prove to them that we aren’t like the parentals and give them something else to talk about. That’s the way I see it anyway.

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Ако една попървата година поема играе куидич, тъй като последната ми име,тогава някой ще получи вилица в бедрото.

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I know the feeling. Hearing the name Wood always seems to be followed by talk of Quidditch, especially with Da’s obsessive tendencies in school and my mum’s career.

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I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. - Marilyn Monroe

Born of a pureblood family brought forth by Oliver and Katie [ne: Bell] Wood, Grayson didn’t much lack for anything, except maybe modesty. With a twin, a little brother, and a little sister in tow, the lot made for a hectic and entertaining home environment. With Oliver working in the ministry’s department of magical games and sports, it was he who took care of the children while Katie pursued quidditch with the Yorkshire Yaffles. All the children attended muggle school prior to Hogwarts.

Whether he’s throwing silly faces at you or flashing grins and flirty winks, Grayson is just a goofball with a tendency towards mischievous impulsiveness. He genuinely loves people and doesn’t really have a preference to the kind of company he keeps, which means he has plenty of friends from all of the other Hogwarts houses. He’s a chatterbox and slightly quirky, prone to pranks and unintentional destruction if bored and left alone for too long. One has to be weary of a silent Wood, the last time that happened the school was overrun with clones of a single frog.

Ridiculousness aside, he’s a loyal friend and will give you the shirt off his back if you really needed it. His hobbies include playing his cello, visiting the kitchen to be pampered by the elves, practising quidditch, badly belting out song lyrics, provoking Peeves, magically infesting the castle with butterflies, pestering someone for a round at wizard’s chess, exploding libraries/cauldrons/pea soup, gatecrashing senior parties, suffering through insomnia, and slowly building up his tolerance for the eventual replacing of his life sustenance for coffee. When he’s not obsessing over and making eyes at a certain Ravenclaw delinquent, that is.

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