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iamflinting

“Just you? Why the hell are you up this early?” Honestly, he didn’t mind her too much he thought that she enjoyed to get into trouble for no reason too frequently but it wasn’t as if she would drag him down with her so he didn’t bother sneering. He sat down on the ground taking a break from his push-ups and looking out at the water instead of her. “Now it just sounds like you want to smack me with a bludger. Kinky.”

“Why? Are you the fuckin’ waking up police or something?” Millicent huffed, taking a couple steps forward and sitting next to him. Out of all the annoying people in the castle, she couldn’t say she minded Marcus too much. He was rough, and took no shit, and those were qualities she knew how to appreciate. “Freak. Only you would get turned on by someone threatening to hit you with a metal ball.”

#conv #conv: marcus flint

angiejohnson

“Oh-kay…” Angelina crosses her legs and tilts her head. That’s a whole lot of anger for just one day and person. “I… sure. Hey, listen– is there something bothering you? Not like I super know you or anything, but if you need to talk to someone, I’m a good listener.” She nods, there’s got to be a reason why she’s that angry anyway, isn’t there? “As for Harry, I don’t think he cheated. Kid looks pretty scared about it if you ask me.”

The funniest part is that Millicent doesn’t really believe Harry Potter has cheated, but she likes to throw that comment around, because nothings seems to rile up Gryffindors like that these days. “Sure. Everything about this bothers me. Mudbloods and traitors prancing around, Bulgarians and French students believing they own the castle, your existence. But I can’t do anything about it, can I? Well- I could, but it would be difficult and illegal.”, she shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, I think he’s going go get himself killed anyway.”

#conv #conv: angelina johnson

cmclaggen

“Not really, no”, he replies, his expression more amused than anything when he looks in her direction. If she really wanted to bruise his ego she was going to have to cut a bit deeper than that. “Dumbass” and “immature” were practically terms of endearment in his book. But apparently teasing him wasn’t her intention in seeking him out that afternoon, at least not overall anyway. Eyeing her curiously, he waits before taking the bait, unsure just what he was about to get himself into. This lasts all a matter of two seconds however, his curiosity and the weight of her gaze pushing him forward into unknown waters. “You need to talk to me?”, he repeats, arching an eyebrow. “Well… there’s Puddifoot’s or the Hog’s Head- that is if you haven’t been banned from either of those yet…. OR…”, he drawls out, his lips curving into a smirk as he leans in closer to her ear, “we can break into one of the rooms upstairs, talk about what’s on your mind, then maybe make-out a little for old times sake…. Wait-”, he pauses, pulling back a little as he studies her features. “We have done that before, yeah? Because I feel like we have….?”

“Of course you don’t.”, Millicent rolls her eyes. Sometimes it infuriated her how much of a Gryffindor Cormac was. Then again, it’s probably her fault for thinking he’s got potential to be something other than that. It could be worse, though. He could be like Oliver Wood or something. All nervous and looking like he’s about to cry. The fact that he takes a couple of seconds to answer doesn’t really bother her. Millicent knows he’s going to say yes, because the whole thing sounds way too mysterious and like a challenge for him to refuse her. However, his next words make her snort. “Puddifoot’s disgusting man, what the fuck? Are you tryin’ to take me on a date or something?” She rolls her eyes. “I haven’t really been to Hog’s Head since I got into that fight last time, but m’ pretty sure I’m not banned. I would know if I was. Besides, everyone fights there.” She shrugs, not really affected by his comment. “We could. And yes, we have done that, and as long as it doesn’t interrupt my plans we could do it again, as long as you don’t go tellin’.”

#conv #conv: cormac mclaggen

prettydiggory

It was apparent that she felt about as awkward about even thinking of accepting his help as he did offering it in the first place, but he couldn’t just leave her here when it was clear just how distraught she was over the loss of her beloved cat, no matter how adverse they both usually were to interacting with people like the other. As someone who had always been more of a dog person, it seemed strange that she had brought her cat out for fresh air, but the last thing he was going to now was question her choices. After all, she probably knew best about what her cat liked.

He nodded as she explained the situation, and looked around vaguely, as if he might see a cat just sitting there, waiting to be found. No such luck, though, it would have to be a real hunt. “Ah think the girls can wait for a wee bit; cats love me, anyway, I’m sure I’ll be able to get him to reappear,” he said, a poor attempt at humor, mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure how to have a normal conversation with someone who looked like they were physically in pain having to even think of accepting his help. He pulled out his wand preemptively, silently trying to think if there was a charm he remembered that might help with this sort of thing. “We’ll find him! He can’t have gone far, probably is out there eating the bug he was chasin’ right now, waitin’ for ye. Edward is his name, yeah? Which direction did he run off in?”

Millicent crossed her arms, obviously defensive, but she didn’t say anything to push him away. She knew she wasn’t the brightest person out there, but it was obvious that she needed help and if Diggory was offering, then she was going to have to take it. Who knew where Edward the Third could be, or if he was in any danger. It was important that they found him as soon as possible. Still, she wasn’t planning on making this a pleasant experience. The last thing she needed was for mr. Sunshine to believe they could be friends after this or something. This was only a momentary alliance so that her cat could be recovered, safe and sound.

“I don’t know. Edward doesn’t really love too many people, so I doubt he’ll like you. But whatever, you can try.” When he drew her wand, she looked at him a little confused. Was he going to try to summon her cat magically? Not that she hadn’t thought about it, but she had already tried accio and it hadn’t worked. “Yeah, that’s ‘is name. He ran towards those trees over there. I just hope he didn’t go too far into the forest because that place is massive. And it’s also kind of creepy. There are centaurs living there and that kind of shit.” Millicent huffed, starting to move closer to the place where she had last seen Edward. “Well c’mon Diggory. If we’re going to do this, we might as well hurry. He could be in danger!”

#conv #conv: cedric diggory

chaserkb

Katie rolled her eyes at the annoying voice approaching, not needing to turn around to know Millicent Bulstrode was not far from her, and that sound of that bloody word - mudblood - only caused her blood to boil further. “Contrary to what most people here seem to think, a normal human being can be nice and, or, defend a person without wanting something in return - are you not familiar with that, Bulstrode?” It was the same damn and silly suggestion Greengrass had tried to throw at her days ago, but then again, Katie had learned not to expect much from teenage witches. “And if I did have a crush on Harry, then you’re right, I’d have a fair shot and I personally wouldn’t mind - champion and all, he’s actually an interesting person, unlike, well, most other wizards here.”

Millicent tilted her head. “Nah, I’m not. Unpaid kindness doesn’t exist, so you either want something from him or you want to look better yourself, defending the poor little Gryffindor who’s surely going to die during the tournament.” She pushed herself off the wall, walking towards the girl. “Well bad news, Bell. You’re too weak to look like a fighter for justice, so you crushing on him is the best option.” She shrugged. “He might be. At least he’s got some personality. Now that I think about it, you should totally date him. He could lend you some of that, because the whole mudblood girl trying to be a badass act is taken, and you bore me. And I think we both know what happens when I’m bored.”

#conv #conv: katie bell

angiejohnson :

location: outside the gryffindor common room date/time: november 7th, 8:00pm availability: open to all

“I don’t think she’s in a good mood, it’s been kind of funny,” Angelina chuckles and shrugs, sitting right next to the Fat Lady portrait, which was empty at the moment. “She screamed to a few students a few minutes ago when they tried to get in, then threw her glass cup over her shoulder and stomped out. I’ve been waiting for her to come back so I can get in, but no luck so far. Feel free to wait here with me, though.”

“Maybe she got tired of the amount of brainless idiots and mudbloods going through and she decided to quit.” Millicent spat as she walked by, listening to the conversation. Her words were, as always, filled with venom. “She could set your whole common room on fire, maybe that’d do us all a favour. It’s also what Potter deserves for cheating. Did you know back in the day people cut off cheaters’ hands when they were caught?”

#conv #conv: angelina johnson #no te digo que es grog

iamflinting :

location: the black lake date: november 9th time: around 6am availability: open

Marcus Flint despised other people, he despised having to wrap his head around their conversations, despised the expectation for a genuine response, and loathed the notion of empathy. Countless reasons added up, he spent his early mornings working out by the lake that is before he went to steal the quidditch pitch from the insane Gryffindor captain or this year some new student who clearly didn’t understand the rules. As he’s preparing to start another set of push-ups he hears rustling and immediately falls into an eye roll.

“I swear to Merlin –Wood if that’s you I’m going to strangle you with my bare hands.”

“Fuckin’ relax Flint, it’s just me.”

Millicent knew she wasn’t supposed to go to the pitch, not ever since Hooch had expelled her from the team and practically banned her from the place. However, she doubted Marcus was going to say anything. He did play as dirty as she did after all. The only difference between them both was that she had gotten caught. “I was actually on my way to hit some bludgers. Everyone’s so distracted with the bloody tournament that no one seems to really care that I spend time near a broom. I was wondering if you wanted to come with, unless you’re going to rat me out of course.”

#conv #conv: marcus flint

cmclaggen :

location: the three broomsticks time/date: november 7th, 12:15 pm availability: open

“Oh for the love of Merlin…” Cormac sighs as he stares out into the cramped pub. Cramped was a bit of an understatement though. The Three Broomsticks was always crowded, especially during Hogsmeade trip weekends, but this was a whole other beast. Crowded, Cormac could handle. Crowded just meant kicking out a few third years for a table that wasn’t by the loos- but bloody hell, he couldn't even see the loos past the mass of students that was currently packed into the pub. “So how much trouble do you think I’d get in for shouting out ‘troll’ to clear this place out? Like one week of detention? Maybe two? It’s still pretty early in the year, so McGonagall hasn’t gone full on prison warden yet.”

“Do you ever get tired of acting like a five year old McLaggen?” Millicent asked all of a sudden, already rolling her eyes. She couldn’t care less about Hogsmeade or how packed it was, but she needed to talk to Cormac if she wanted her plan to work. Daphne and Pansy weren’t the only ones who could scheme after all. It wasn’t her fault that her friends preferred convoluted ideas that involved someone cheating on someone else and some other person wanting revenge. She liked action better, it was often simpler and way more effective. “Forget the troll, I need to talk to you. Not here, obviously. We need to find somewhere else. What do you suggest? You’re buying, by the way.”

#conv #conv: cormac mclaggen #plot twist they end up at madam puddifoots and it's the most awkward ever

verdantmeadow

“I kind of think it helps, sometimes.” She looks up from her mirror and chuckles, “Okay, so.. on the low, because I haven’t told the other girls yet and I don’t think she’s done anything yet. But Cho Chang? Might be visiting our common room a bit, if everything I’ve told her worked. Apparently champions are kind of her cup of tea or something, because last time I saw her she could not stop raving about Krum. You’d think she forgot Cedric even exists– and honestly, that might be great anyway. If she breaks up with him for Krum it’ll give him even more of an incentive to win.” Daphne nods and sighs, putting her stuff over her books. “Has she? I didn’t notice, she seemed pretty normal to me,” she shrugs, “and besides, she’s right. Least thing any of us need is for that idiot to represent us in the tournament or to get even more famous. Sure it’s nice that he could die and all, but Dumbledore’s not going to let his favorite kid die that easily.”

The moment Daphne mentioned Cho Chang, Millicent couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in disgust. Why her friend bothered in being nice to the Ravenclaw, she was never going to understand. She only seemed like an annoying little thing. “Wait, wait, wait, you lost me here. You’re saying Cho is going to cheat on lover boy Diggory with Krum? And that will give Diggory more motivation or whatever? That’s way too complicated Daph. I still think we should break Potter’s legs. We could make it look like an accident. I know you don’t like partnering with Gryffindors, but I could talk to Cormac. He’s chummy with Diggory, I’m sure he doesn’t want Potter to win any more than you do.” She shrugged. “Dumbledore let him participate in the first place, he doesn’t seem too worried about his favourite kid dying if you ask me.”

#conv #conv: daphne greengrass

prettydiggory

The only way that he had been able to find a moment of peace was by sneaking out to the grounds to wander around at odd hours of the day, in odd places. That was precisely what he was doing now. And it was going well, until he heard a nearby cry that sounded desperate, verging on hopeless. No matter how much he wanted to have a quiet moment alone, there was no way he could hear a scream that sounded so upset and not try to do his best to help, if he could. So instead of keeping on his way, he turned around and jogged towards the voice, surprised to realize it was Millicent Bullstrode calling out like that.

For a second, he considered lying and just going on his way, avoiding the interaction like the plague, knowing that nothing good could come from it, but her cries for Edward, whoever that was, seconds before had been too desperate to leave her alone like that. Even though she seemed intent on scaring him away, he couldn’t leave without trying, or else he’d feel even worse. “Ah was on a walk, but ah heard ye callin’ out and…ye just seemed tae need a hand, so ah thought maybe ah could help?” he said, words coming out haltingly, more like a question than he meant, trying not to incur her wrath.

Of course the lovely Cedric Diggory had arrived just in time to save the day and be a fucking prince charming. It was the only thing the guy seemed to know how to do. That, and always be the center of attention somehow. Millicent wondered whether he was disappointed or relieved that Potter had stolen most of his spotlight ever since he had stepped foot on the castle. Not that she was going to ask, obviously. Under normal circumstances she would have insulted him, most likely tell him to fuck off and mind his own business. However, not even someone as stubborn as she was could deny that she was going to need a hand or two if she wanted to find Edward safe and sound, and soon if possible.

She rolled her eyes, staying quiet for a second, almost as if the words were physically painful to say. “Whatever. My cat is missing. I took him out here for some fresh air and he just ran away after some bloody insect. He never does that, but now I can’t find him.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “You don’t have to stay and help me though. I’m sure I can find him on my own. You can go make little girls swoon or whatever it is you were doing.” Despite her words, her tone revealed that she indeed needed him to stay.

#conv #conv: cedric diggory

location: the grounds date: november 7th time: afternoon availability: closed to @prettydiggory

“Edward!” Millicent called out, evidently looking desperately for something, or someone. Her goal wasn’t for people to see her in distress, it never was. She had a reputation to live up to, after all. However, her cat had disappeared a few minutes ago while she was taking him for a walk, and now she felt like the world was crumbling around her. “Eddie, c’mon boy!”, she screamed once more, though her hope was getting dimmer by the second. Hogwarts was massive, and the little animal could be anywhere.

It was then when she heard someone approaching her. She turned around a bit abruptly, somehow hoping her cat would be the one behind her. Of course it wasn’t, unless Edward had grown five sizes and was walking in all twos now. Millicent wasn’t expecting Cedric Diggory to be there, especially after he had been chosen champion. All the selected students were as adored as rockstars right now, so it was an odd thing to find one of them alone. “What do you want?”, she asked crudely, as if she wasn’t in dire need of help. “Don’t you have a little army of fans to hang out with?”

#conv #conv: cedric diggory #starter

chaserkb :

location: library time/date: november 5th, after class availability: open

Katie Bell closed her eyes, cleared her mind, let out a deep breath - and summoned the gods and every energy in the universe for patience. Much patience. The days following the choosing of the champions had been tiring to say the least to the Gryffindor house. Snide remarks and side eyes were given here and there, as if they had all worked in agreement to somehow success at cheating the one and only Albus Dumbledore and get their own champion in the tournament. That’s what wore on her the most - Harry’s face the moment his name was called told her all she needed to know about how much he did not want, even tried, to be in the tournament. And she believed him, she supports him, because this is yet one more thing he didn’t ask for. So when she overhears the nearby gossipers spilling their venom, she simply breathes, and breathes out… “Jealousy isn’t a pretty color on anyone - don’t you have something better to do?”

Most of the Slytherins were worried about the possibility of Potter winning the tournament. Millicent wasn’t, mainly because she didn’t consider there was a chance of it happening. The three champions were older than him, definitely more talented, and they had been preparing for this. Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t think Potter had cheated, whoever had put his name as a joke was probably wanting to jump off the Astronomy Tower right now. Despite that, it was oh so amusing to watch his friends trying to stand up for him, and that was the reason she stood there, leaning against the wall, amused at the image of an obviously upset Katie Bell. “Someone’s got a crush on Potter.”, she cackled, voice filled with malice as she pushed herself off the wall and approached the Gryffindor. “I think you have a fair shot, it’s obvious he likes the company of mudbloods and charity cases, and you’re both.”

#conv #conv: katie bell #omg i'm sorry

verdantmeadow :

location: hallways date/time: november 5th, 6:30pm availability: open to all

“It’s never too early to look good,” she shrugs feeling a pair of eyes on her while she holds onto her mirror with one hand and applies her favorite shade of lip tint. Red roses, raspberries and asphodel oil, made by her grandmother’s favorite and personal potioneer in Italy. “Hoping to grab a good seat for breakfast? With so many students in this school now, it seems impossible not to feel like it’s a bit overcrowded. They should’ve extended the schedules, if you ask me.”

“It doesn’t help that these bloody Bulgarians are everywhere.”, Millicent huffed, taking a seat next to her friend and giving the side-eye to a small group of Durmstrang students that left after muttering something in a language she didn’t understand, though it was most likely an insult. “Have you talked to Pansy this morning? She’s been a nightmare this week, she’s most definitely not happy about Potter being champion. I say it’s quite lucky. What better way for him to die than in front of an entire school and two foreign delegations?”