Iniquity

Peter O'Ryan - Pureblood - 7th Year

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Do you see these arms?" Dominique held out her arms and did a wave motion for good effect. “Please don’t tell me you honestly think these twiggy things could manage to cart three big crates. I needed help and, considering you were the only option, it seemed only fair there’d be payment.” She shrugged, like it was that simple an answer. And, to her, it was. Sure, Peter was about the farthest thing from an ally but help was help. Honestly, she was surprised he’d took the bait in the first place. "I’d rather sacrifice three bottles than risk getting caught and fed a Saturday detention."

[perishing-peter]

Yea...I guess that makes sense. *Peter was hardly hearing what she was saying. His eyes were constantly flicking back and forth across the hall waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. Suddenly, they turned down a particularly dark corridor and he knew it was now or never.* Right, three bottles. We'll see about that. *Without giving her a chance to respond, Peter violently stuck out his arm, hoping to knock the girl hard against the stone wall. He quickly caught the crates and made a mad-dash down the hallway from where they came.* So long, Weasley.

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique looked away quickly. The nicety had been hard enough to get out when it was silent, let alone with him looking at her like she was a flobberworm. She’d dealt with enough of that. Really, she should have known to expect manners to be foreign to a snake. "Weasley family secret," she shrugged. "If I told you it’d ruin business and I wouldn’t want Fred on my arse for spilling secrets to Slytherins. It’s bad enough already that I promised you a share."

[perishing-peter]

So why did you? Were you that desperate to actually get help from a snake? *He quirked an eyebrow in her direction as they rounded another corner. As they made their way, Peter tried his best to remember every hallway and corridor they passed through. If he needed to make a quick escape, it would do him good to know where he was exactly in the castle* 

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique struggled under the weight of the crates and as Peter fished for his wand she could feel her muscles begin to shake. Before her body could surrender, there was a swish of a wand and the heaviness disappeared. "Well then, this way." She’d been hoping to run into someone else; Peter wasn’t exactly the type she hung out with. No Slytherin was. And though she yearned for this trip to be over and just keep walking, she could feel words press against her lips, demanding to be set free. “Thank you.” It was plain, it was simple, but it was necessary. She peered out of the corner of her eyes to catch his gaze, forcing a faint smile. Her father had always taught her to be polite.

[perishing-peter]

Uhm...you're welcome? *Peter gave the girl a strange look in return for the small smile that had appeared on her lips. Damn, those Weasleys sure were strange. Of course she would be the type of girl that would hex you in a duel and run to apologize afterwards. It had certainly caught him off guard and he wasn't in the mood to exchange mannerisms with a Gryffindor.* Say, how'd you get your hands on this stuff anyway?

[wastedweasley-blog]

"If I had my wand I wouldn’t be needing your help, now would I?" Mumbling the words, Dominique bent down to retrieve the other crate, huffing as she struggled to deal with the weight. She turned, ready to place this next box atop the one already in his arms but paused. Quirking her eyebrow in question, her eyes locked with his and she shrugged. “Do you happen to have your wand or are we doing this the muggle way?

[perishing-peter]

I swear, this is turning out to be a lot more trouble than it's worth. *Peter thrust the case he was holding into her arms and removed his wand from his back pocket. With his wand out and free hands, he probably had a better chance of taking off with the crates than he did before.* Alright, let's get this over with, shall we? Wingardium Leviosa. *He watched as the crates rose from her arms, levitating at just at shoulder height*

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique rolled her eyes before turning around towards the alcohol. Bending down, her fingers curled around the hollowed notches in the wood and heaved it up. “We’re going to my common room, not finding out way to Narnia.” With the last word, she shoved the crate into his arms causing the bottles to clink and shake in added emphasis. “We walk together.”

[perishing-peter]

*Peter watched the blonde as she bent down to pick up one of the crates. He grumbled* I would much rather go to Narnia at this point... *He stumbled back a bit as she thrust the crate in his arms. Quickly regaining his balance and falling in step beside her.* Question...ever heard of a levitation charm?

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Firewhiskey. Three crates. Help me move ‘em up to Gryffindor and you can have three bottles, free of charge." Dominique crossed her arms, suddenly feeling too exposed with the chill winter air creeping across her skin. “Do we have a deal?”

[perishing-peter]

Three bottles? *He scoffed* That's hardly worth an offer. But guess what, princess. Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood tonight and I'm awfully bored so you've got yourself a deal. *Peter pushed himself off of the wall and stood before the small blonde. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead helping a Weasley. However, he could use a few drinks right now and as soon as she turned her back, he would be right there to take it all.*  Lead the way.

[waves-turned-blue]

[wastedweasley-blog]

"A Gryffindor like me?" Dominique’s eyebrow arched in question, her eyes narrowing both in focus and in distaste. “I know this might be hard for your feeble Slytherin mind to comprehend but I’m not some goody-two-shoes. And I happen to be doing a favor for my cousin. Help me and I might let you have a share of it.”

[perishing-peter]

Woah there princess, no need to get your panties in a wad. It was just a question. *Peter smirked and leaned his shoulder against the stone wall beside her* You’ve got my attention. Please, go on.

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Psssst!" The sharp hiss filled the moonlit corridor, cutting through the silence. "You! Yes, you. I have a proposition for you."

[wastedweasley-blog]

[perishing-peter]

*Peter whips his head around towards the source of the noise* Huh, and what would that be? You see...I don't do propositions. *He stepped towards her slowly* But I'm intrigued as to what a Gryffindor like you could possibly be doing up at this hour.