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Lyle T. Rourke || Commander Rourke, Atlantis || Pureblood || 17 || Slytherin ||  Headboy  || 

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“Yeah I’m pretty lucky that I don’t have to deal with that mess.”  Lyle replied.  As obsessive his parents were they luckily stopped fussing over how he dressed for parties when he was younger.  It was probably because he usually wore what they told him to wear with zero fuss.  “But I probably will be hearing about me showing up to this party late till the day I die, still beats getting paraded around though.”  The slytherin added, ever since he became headboy it seemed like his parents sought out attention more than usual, which only caused Lyle’s own hatred for parties to grow.

Lucky indeed. Shea got a double dose of doting because she was a girl and the youngest of her siblings. Lyle was fortunate enough to have escaped those particular circumstances. Shea had a sudden urge to go find something to steal or break. Remembering the injustices of the patriarchy tended to do that. And, well, there was nothing stopping her. “Say Lyle,” Shea looked at her fellow Slytherin with a bit of a wicked grin, “you wouldn’t want to put off facing your parents a little longer, would you?”

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Lyle did not know where Shea was going with what she asked, so for a second he debated in his head. His parents would probably want to see him actually at this party, but that would probably cause him to get wrapped up into some conversation they were having with the other adults. “Honestly the longer I stay away from them the better, besides they look preoccupied.”

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Shea’s flippant sarcasm slipped away now as her eyes followed Lyle’s to where his parents were busy mingling. She spared a single glance over to where her own parents were doing the same. “You wont find me disagreeing with you there,” Shea said with a grumble. “If you think the parties drag on, you should try being forced to spend over an hour getting dressed for one while your mother tries to bond with you by repeating how darling you look in pink and why don’t you wear it more often?”

“Yeah I’m pretty lucky that I don’t have to deal with that mess.”  Lyle replied.  As obsessive his parents were they luckily stopped fussing over how he dressed for parties when he was younger.  It was probably because he usually wore what they told him to wear with zero fuss.  “But I probably will be hearing about me showing up to this party late till the day I die, still beats getting paraded around though.”  The slytherin added, ever since he became headboy it seemed like his parents sought out attention more than usual, which only caused Lyle’s own hatred for parties to grow.

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“You know how my mother enjoys being the first one to line up her float,” Shea said. Of course, in this case, the float was Shea herself. But she was rather used to it after sixteen years of being shown off to all of her mother’s influential acquaintances. The whole practice did tend to make her feel more like a slowly moving display than an actual human being. “You really should have been there,” Shea maintained her mask of flippant sarcasm, “we threw candy into the crowd and everything.”

“Candy?  Wow that is a step up from the never ending list of accomplishments.”  Lyle replied.  He often found the bragging that the parents did to be quite annoying, Shea’s mother was not any different to him.  “But as fun as getting candy sounds I don’t mind being late.  Honestly the shorter this visit is the better.”  The slytherin added with a nod shooting a glance at his parents who both seemed too preoccupied to have noticed him yet.

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If it weren’t for her mother’s absolute insistence upon having ‘mother-daughter bonding time’ in the form of getting ready for these parties, Shea would not have arrived to this one on time. In fact, it was very likely she would not have come at all if she’d been allowed to make the decision herself. But alas, she was not afforded the luxury of that freedom. At the very least she was allowed to roam about as she pleased during the party, which is what led her to the back of the hall with a drink in one hand and her Scolla in the other.

Then a figure ambled into the periphery of Shea’s vision. Lyle. The corner of Shea’s mouth quirked upward. Lyle was always good for a round of bitching at the very least. If it was a lucky night maybe she could even rile him up a bit and have some fun. “Tsk, tsk,” Shea said with a smirk. “Mummy and daddy Rourke wont be happy you’ve turned up late again, Lyle. Whatever will we do with you?”

Lyle instantly rolled his eyes once he heard Shea begin to talk to him.  Of course someone had to notice him entering the party.  The seventh year turned to Shea, he wasn’t so sure whether to be relieved that it was only Shea who noticed or to be annoyed.  Either way it was somewhat better that an adult noticing him. 

“Well, well if it isn’t Shea Gold, shouldn’t you be off getting paraded around by your mother?”  Lyle shot back with a cross of his arms.

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Lyle used to find some sort of fun out of the dull pureblood parties his family got invited to.  But now-a-days Lyle couldn’t find any use to them.  In his own opinion it was a waste of time to go to a party that was only filled with rich people putting their children on pedestals like they were some kind of trophy.  So when his mom told him that he had to go to the one they were invited to Lyle remained extremely reluctant.  The slythrin had enough on his plate with being headboy at Hogwarts and trying to maintain a rising salary with his job; he had no time for one of these parties.  But clearly his parents though otherwise.  

Lyle arrived at the party late, whether it was fashionably or not the pureblood did not care.  He usually came to these types of parties late which made both of his parents furious.  Luckily though with school he was unable to spend much time with them.  As soon as he walked in he quickly searched the hall for his parents, luckily both were talking with three other entitled purebloods.  Letting out a sigh of relief Lyle stuck towards the back of the hall, maybe if he remained unnoticed he could leave right away.

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Randall could hear shouting not too far off, and he headed toward the sound, a frown pulling at his lips. He couldn’t understand what they were yelling about though and looked at the person standing not far from him. “Do you know what this is all about?”

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Lyle had been walking from his Potions class until he began hearing yelling of other students.  Being head boy the slytherin now felt as if it was his job to always make sure no other students were being idiots and starting a ruckus in the halls.  So as he neared the now growing crowd around the two yelling students Lyle began to pick up his pace.  

“No, but someone needs to end this before it becomes a bigger commotion than it already it.”  Lyle answered Randall quickly as he walked past the prefect and began pushing his way through the crowd.

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Lyle enjoying a stimulating game of chess

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metrosexual-ken:

“No, it would not, Lyle,” Ken laughed, still walking with the other boy, “See? This is good, you already know me so well already.”

“Yeah we’re basically besties.”  Lyle grumbled as he walked.  “So Ken, what are you doing in Hogsmeade?  I’d guess preparing for the new school year, but you don’t seem like that kind of person.”  Lyle asked not wanting Ken to ask him any questions. 

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thatch-loose-lipped-linguist:

“My, a summer job!  Such a hardworking lad you are,” Milo beamed, very excited to hear his students to be great members of society.  “Hope you are then excited to return to school after having a taste of the career world,” he joked slightly.  “Ah, yes time certainly frees up a bit during the summer, but us professors also have our own personal work to then catch up on.”

“Yep needed to get extra money somewhere.”  Lyle replied, even if his parents were old school purebloods, they still valued making your own money.  Causing Lyle to need to get his own money, even if his way is far more illegal than working as a waiter at a crusty restaurant.  

Once the professor mentioned his own personal work Lyle raised an eyebrow.  From his own personal experience along with stories from other students, Professor Thatch seemed to always be working on something.  Granted that most teachers were busy working on something, but Thatch seemed different.  “Apologies if I seem like I’m prying, but personal work?  Surely it must have something to do with some sort of language?”

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grumpygrumpygabby:

“My, you are quite the expert.  Didn’t know you were that well-informed, Rourke.  Perhaps I should have sought your advice on such matters had I known,” she smirked as she placed the package back onto the shelf.  She instead picked up a box of tampons and shook the box at him.  “Sadly, those aren’t my thing and these are more my preference.”

“I am extremely well-informed thank you very much.”  Lyle replied jokingly, this conversation was absolutely ridiculous, but the slytherin didn’t mind even the most stone cold people needed to have a laugh.  “Understandable, sadly though I’m not as well educated with those, even though I try to keep my knowledge on these items as vast as I can.” 

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grumpygrumpygabby:

An actual chuckle escaped Gabby’s lips as she caught the package that Lyle threw at her.  “How bold of you to use these.  Word on the street is that these have a tendency to bleed through.  Not that you might have had trouble with them?”

“Well whoever said that clearly cannot tell superior menstrual products apart from crappy ones.”  Lyle joked  “Besides it’s really these pads you have to look out for, the absolute worst.”  The slytherin added gesturing to a different package of pads.

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blindeyes-watching:

“Apology accepted,” Rose went back to scanning over her copy of the Daily Prophet. “You’d think for such a tiny town it’d be easy to navigate, but somehow people still get lost.” 

“True, but with having a school like Hogwarts next to this town its bound to attract idiotic tourists who don’t know how to read maps.  Not to add the few first years and their familes who want to get supplies early.” 

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Darren stayed silent for a moment. This kid had a point. If Darren was in his shoes he would have done the same. “Valid point kid.” Darren caught the fake smile and if this kid had a different answer Darren would have ripped it off his face. Darren took a drag of his cigarette “So kid why are you out so late?” DeSoto wasn’t expecting to see any students from the neighboring school out and about. So since he was stuck with the kid he might as well start small talk.

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Lyle raised an eyebrow, he didn’t quite understand this man.  Especially for asking him ‘why he was out so late’, the man didn’t look that old.  Well not old enough to go out of his way and ask questions such as that.  “Well with it indeed being summer, I have no reason to not be out this late.”  Lyle stated slightly cringing when the man called him kid.  “And why are you out so late?  Surely sitting at a park bench all by yourself, at your age, seems a little sketchy.” 

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grumpygrumpygabby:

“You sure?  I’ve a few that might suit your needs.”  She pulled a pack from the shelf and tossed it at Lyle.  “Good for heavier days,” she smirked.

Lyle caught the pack and put it back on the shelf  “Sorry, but I’m honestly no a big fan of those, can be uncomfortable.”  Lyle replied sarcastically  “But, these seem to work fine, you should try them.”  Lyle grabbed a random package of a different brand of pads and tossed them back at Gabby.

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It was Darren’s first night back in Hogsmeade. Everything was going great no Aurors chasing him down and everything was peaceful. Since he had escaped Azkaban he was jumping from town to town laying low and getting rid of anyone that suspected who he was. It was fun but after so long Darren wanted to get back in to the swing of things. Sure his mind wasn’t set on which side he was going to end up on but both sides started in Hogsmeade for him. 

So Darren decided to talk a walk around the town he used to visit quite frequently as a student in Hogwarts. After walking around for a bit the man decided to sit down on one of the many benches that lined the streets. After a moment he took out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and began to light one, but before he could someone sat down on the other side of the bench. The man did not think anyone would be out at this time, but he was wrong. Seriously? Why couldn’t this idiot sit somewhere else? Darren sighed and lit the cigarette and turned to the other “Do you realize there are other benches in this area..?”

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Lyle was on his way to a meeting until he received a message that one of the people he was meeting with was running late.  Thus forcing the said time of the meeting to be moved to a later time.  This annoyed Lyle, mainly due to thinking that people would take things such as stealing expensive items from a museum more seriously than their normal day jobs. So as he sat down in a park bench he was in no mood to socialize with the unfortunate person who was sitting next to him.

“Yes, I do realize that there are other park benches, but sadly though those park benches seem to be taken up by bumbling fools that I’d prefer not to sit next to.”  Lyle snapped back putting on a clearly fake smile.

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grumpygrumpygabby:

“In the direction toward feminine hygiene products?  Sounds great.  Do you need any recommendations too?” she asked.  It was mostly in jest, but she couldn’t help but poking fun at him since he had previously yelled at her for supposedly following him.

“Nope I’m good, no need for recommendations.”  Lyle replied almost jokingly, he knew this situation he got himself in was embarrassing and dumb enough.  And clearly getting edgy and annoyed wouldn’t help at all.

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la-belle-novaturient:

“You must struggle with the basic concepts of streets. In case you didn’t know, people often end up walking in the same direction, which means that frequently one person ends up behind another,” she replied with dry sarcasm. It wasn’t really his fault she was as antsy as she was, but when he gave her an opening like that, what was she supposed to do?

“And you must struggle with the basic concepts of personal space.  If you didn’t know everyone has it, and most of the time they’d prefer that nobody breaks it.”  Lyle snapped back with a smirk.  He wasn’t going to simply allow this woman to sass him.