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"You had this { e x p r e s s i o n } on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth." Jennifer Scabior; A bit of a Siren; Slytherin; Addicted to all Substances.

[jenniferscabior]

vivienmulciber:

“I won’t ask you twice.”

“You’re far too kind to me. Thank you.” Vivien pursed her lips. “Sulking in a dark corner, I should imagine.”

Bippity boppity boo, the liquid turned a rich red. “Enjoy.”

“Well... Maybe I should be, too.”

[jenniferscabior]

veraavery:

Vera was about to add another comment that might have gotten her into trouble before her eyes narrowed in confusion at Jennifer’s last statement. “Not a fan of the groom, then?” she asked. Vera herself was fluid in the language of backhanded compliments, but she hardly ever outwardly insulted her fellow purebloods. Even if she despised them. Cancerous insults were designated for Mudbloods and blood traitors.

Jennifer swallowed what was rest of her scotch, licking her lips. It’s as though she was pushing herself to be unpolished as could be in the presence of Vera, hoping to make her a tad bit uncomfortable. “If you were ever wondering where he conceals his wand, the answer is up his bum.”

[jenniferscabior]

mulcimperius:

“Well, as much as I detest the thought of you there, I have no worries about you embarrassing me.”

“Don’t prove me wrong.”

You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

[jenniferscabior]

vivienmulciber:

“Drink an extra bit of that in my honor, won’t you?” Vivien nodded toward the glass of scotch. 

“She does have nice skirts, regrettably, and Usi is rather close to Holden. I just would hate for her to cause any unpleasantness at my wedding.”

I could disguise that as red wine. A placebo effect.

A little threat’s already been cast her way and if she were to do something silly, it’ll be taken care of. That’s the last of your worries. Where was Alarid the last you saw him?

[jenniferscabior]

veraavery:

“Well, I wouldn’t want you ruining this nice evening by throwing around curses, but foul language probably isn’t the politest conversation to be having in mixed company… So, perhaps you should just let it go.”

I don’t let things go and I don’t forget until they’re taken care of. You call it a grudge, I’d call it tying loose ends. Which, in case you couldn’t tell, is where this will go if I hear another bad word about the bride and her choices. 

Usi, on the other hand... Speak about him as much as you’d like. I have been all night.

[jenniferscabior]

writingmissvivien:

“You spoil me.”

Vivien took a sip of her drink. “Mm.” She raised a brow. “Have you come across Vera Avery?”

“More times than I wish.” Jen swirled the scotch around in her glass a few times, her eyes scanning the crowd. “That one’s as unpleasant as they come. The only tolerable thing about her is her attractive brother. And her skirts.”

[jenniferscabior]

mulcimperius:

“Ouch.”

“Remind me why I’m allowing you to be in my wedding?”

I think you had no choice.

[jenniferscabior]

writingmissvivien:

“I do like the sound of that.”

“I’m glad I picked blush. It suits you.”

Needless to say, you’re the only one who could get me in it.

But you’re right. Even better than Narcissa.

[jenniferscabior]

veraavery:

“I personally would have gone with a more simple gown, but I suppose the bride knows best,” Vera commented, her voice light and airy.

As maid of honor, I either have to curse that gob of yours shut for the evening or... tell you to shut the fuck up.

[jenniferscabior]

alaridtravers:

You aren’t offended, you’re fucking excited. 

[jenniferscabior]

wendythewriter:

“What, are you going to murder me?”

Pills exist that stop that yearning for death. Just so you knooow...

[jenniferscabior]

writingmissvivien:

“It’s lovely to see you. Thank you for attending, we’re happy to have you.”

You don’t have to lie to them. You’re the bride.

[jenniferscabior]

alaridtravers:

Kiss both sides of my ass.

That hasn’t been the first time I’ve been offered and it won’t be the last.

[jenniferscabior]

wendythewriter:

“You would make for a interesting character of a story. Thanks.”

No consideration for your own life, huh? I’m asking for a book of my own.

[jenniferscabior]

wendythewriter:

“No offense, but you look like a psycopath. I’m gonna pass.”

Smart move. Further encouraging me to try something, anything... as a psychopath.

[jenniferscabior]

wendythewriter:

“Your sarcasm lacked sarcasm. You need to practice.”

I have a few other things I can practice. Would you rather that?

[jenniferscabior]

shacklebolt-kingsley:

“Why?”

The presence of you, mostly. I’m doing something.