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“Doesn’t all alcohol just pretty much taste the same?”
“only if your taste buds have been burnt off in some tragic, food-based accident. poor child.”
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thelouisweasley:
“Doesn’t all alcohol just pretty much taste the same?”
“only if your taste buds have been burnt off in some tragic, food-based accident. poor child.”
allisonbelle:
“where did you get that from?”
“saw it sticking out of a slytherin’s bag. i figured they brought it for the party so the party might as well enjoy it. sip?”
bookspined:
“hear hear!” scorpius agreed heartily raising his flask, grip more wobbly than he’d ever admit.
“scorpius!!!!! my favorite natural blond!!!” leda cried, fingertips grazing his hair, “someday you’re going to let me style it, and on that day you might even unseat zach and alex as the most fashionable boy in hogwarts!” she looked down at the flask, scandalized despite the two bottles she’d just been holding, “have you been drinking?”
eddieslughorn:
“You’re right, yeah.” Eddie nodded gravely, as if accepting his inevitable fate. “I really think that’s the only option. D’you think it’ll be awkward to have a tattoo of the other Keeper’s signature when we play Gryffindor?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m very sorry our uniforms aren’t attractive enough. I guess I’ll have to concede this one to the parties.”
“i think it’ll be fantastic, actually-----very chic and such a good example of inter-house unity.” she heaved a very fake sigh, seemingly full of suffering as she said, “it’s okay----somehow i’ve survived six years of the shapeless mass you lot call uniforms, i can survive a few more for the sake of my house.”
“look what i found!! you can always count on slytherin house to spring for the good stuff.”
eddieslughorn:
“Ah, shit, I don’t have any parchment. D’you think he’d sign a Slytherin t-shirt? Cause that seems distinctly unlikely and you can’t sign beanies,” Eddie played along, letting himself be lead off towards the drinks by the arm. “It was, definitely closer than I thought it would be before the snitch was caught.” He laughed, “Not watching me play? Wow, I’m hurt you like parties more than me.”
“no, no way will he sign a slytherin t-shirt, he’s got his pride. there’s just no other option, he’s gonna have to sign your chest, eddie. don’t worry, i think a tattoo suits you.” she teased with a laugh, “look, if you lot wore uniforms that were a bit more flattering and pleasing to the eye, like football for example, i’d watch quidditch for more than just house pride. but as it stands now----the parties win out.”
eddieslughorn:
Eddie loved Quidditch. He wandered around the Room of Requirement in a Slytherin t-shirt and a Gryffindor beanie, grinning widely and high off the excitement of watching a well played match. Practically bouncing around the room- large today, to accommodate so many students- he turned to the nearest person. “Did you see those saves Jude Vance made? Merlin, especially at the beginning of the game, it was incredible.” Edgar was a Keeper himself, after all; Vance’s performance had actually been a bit terrifying, but he could worry about that later when Hufflepuff was up against Gryffindor.
“maybe if he shows up, you can ask him for his autograph!” leda teased, linking arms with eddie and making a beeline for the drinks, “it was a fun match, wasn’t it? a bit more exciting than i expected with all the starters missing---anyway, my favorite part of quidditch season remains the parties.”
regxnqcinn:
“how much would you like it to be?”
“non-existent, preferably.” leda said with a laugh, “but three feet? you can’t tell me that’s not----i’m just going to end up repeating myself!”
littlefortescue:
❛ for once i agree with you. this is honestly ridiculous. all because cooper had to run his sodding mouth and professor punishes the whole class? bloody criminal, if you ask me. ❜
“i think he’d have given us the essay anyway----this way he just gets to save face and blame cooper, all the while reveling in the fact that we’ll be writing well into the night. it’s just not right, everyone knows the first match of the season is coming up.”
kitparks:
“Hey, Mouse Trap is not just a game for the kids. It involves strategic thinking and maneuvering. Much like chess, but far more fun. This is by far the best idea that I’ve heard all week. We need something that bands us back together, reminds us tat we have each other’s backs. We are the House of the loyal and true, after all.”
“uh huh,” leda stifled a laugh, shaking her head, “well, everyone’s so worried about mcgonagall, or castle security, or even the postponed quidditch match----it’s just.... too much stress, you know? i’d invite the other houses but.... well, with just us we can be fairly sure fights won’t break out, and you know how tensions get between gryffindor and slytherin before their matches.”
liliumtigrinum:
“mm, consider yourself lucky. he’s an even tougher grader when you’re family, his way of seeming fair.” with a playful roll of her eyes, she began to flip through the pages of her transfiguration textbook. “we still on for our shopping spree on sunday by the way? or should we reschedule, seeing as we’re both drowning in an endless sea of busy work? i suppose our fashion spree can always wait – although, i will tell you, i’m going to need to do some serious retail therapy if gryffindor loses the game saturday.”
“that’s----awful, terrible, lil, i’m glad to him i’m just another anonymous---and probably lazy---face in the crowd.” leda said with a laugh, “i’m never too busy for retail therapy, and i swear if i don’t get out of this castle for a few hours i’ll go mad. not to mention, it’s sort of my sacred duty to make sure you’re able to blow off some steam after this weekend, so---still on, for sure. transfiguration can wait.”
eddieslughorn:
“I’m not surprised, you’re got to have a lot of practice to be that much of a stick-in-the-mud. Definitely have to work for it.” Edgar snorted out a laugh, “Aw, you’ll hurt the flobberworms and skrewts’ feelings. They’re just so weird, I have to touch them. It’s great. Far more interesting than Transfiguration, anyway.”
leda’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “no, no, trust me----i was camping with my family one year and accidentally stepped on a flobberworm without shoes on and that is----plenty of flobberworm touching for one lifetime for me, trust me.” she laughed, shaking her head, “oh, but transfiguration is so fun! it’s challenging and----you get to change things, you can turn something plain into something beautiful, isn’t that amazing?”
thatssofletchpm:
“We’ve got an essay due?”
“Well isn’t that quite the development?”
“well,” leda let out a snicker, “i have an essay, fletch. i don’t know about the seventh years, but considering it’s professor weasley we’re talking about, you probably do. i don’t think i’ve ever had a teacher that enjoys assigning homework so much. are you feeling all right?”
jaxonthomas:
her promise relaxed all the tension he had. he was impressed as he watched her pull out another pair of shoes. he chuckled and shook his head at her. “i should have known you would have a spare.” looking back and forth between her pairs, it gave him an idea. “since we’re going shopping together, you can help me liven up my non-hogwarts wardrobe. i really need to step up my fashion game. what do you say?” if he was going to ask for fashion advice, might as well be from someone he considered an expert.
“always come prepared, jax.” leda warned with a grin, eyes lighting up at his proposal, “how could i say no? i’m always up for a wardrobe makeover, and i swear to you, j, by the time we’re done it’ll look like you just stepped out of an issue of gq. the hormonally-stricken hogwarts students won’t know what hit them.”
eddieslughorn:
“I’m fairly certain he’s attempting to murder us.” Edgar’s tone was faux-chipper, and he grimaced in sympathy. “Yeah, I’m avoiding that assignment for a reason. Care of Magical Creatures reading is far more worthwhile. And, y'know, less deadly.”
“i heard he was just as much of a stick in the mud when he was a student here, too.” leda confided with a smile, before shaking her head, “magical creatures was never really my thing, you know. give me a sweet kneazle anyday, but i’ll pass on the flobberworms and skrewts.”
“look, i like transfiguration, i do. not as much as charms, sure. but three feet on the principle of artificianimate quasi-dominance is just excessive. it just is!”
kitparks:
“Gifts?” Curiosity colored Kit’s tone as he moved his way from the chair to down on his knees in front of the coffee table to admire the contents of the bag. “That’s brilliant thinking, Leda. We could gather everyone together, remind them all of our camaraderie while having fun. Did you by chance happen to get Mouse Trap?”
“that’s exactly what i was thinking. and i’m sure our friends in the kitchens would be willing to provide us with some snacks. it would be nice, and i even got a few games for the younger years too---including mousetrap, you dork---i think it’ll help boost morale. we all just need a night off, you know?”