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"I drank champagne, James. Champagne. This is a disaster."
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"This ball is as bad as I think and the drinks taste really odd."Â
"I drank champagne, James. Champagne. This is a disaster."
"High and Dry" by Radiohead
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition, Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke another mirror, You're turning into something you are not
"So you’re a cheapskate, is that what you’re saying?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying."
"Truly marvellous, Sirius. If there’s strawberries and chocolate and plenty of alcohol, I will be a very happy student come Valentines night," she said, smiling. "I’d rather go stag, myself. The whole dates thing is just cliché. Everything about Valentines is. I would have thought someone like yourself would have gotten a date within seconds of it all being announced. Obviously, I was wrong."
"I chose to go stag, see where the night leads me and all that. There's enough of other single people there, so if I were to feel lonely, y'know, there'd be plenty of choice. And like you said, it's clichĂ©, and aren't I the epitome of a rebel? It's just too romantic, and all that, and the single life is the only one for me, Jones."Â
"Are you telling me you didn’t bring anything else?"
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I did. I just want to get drunk for free, you see."
"I bet she would. I’ll do it just to see the look on her face."
"Do take a picture, please."
"You should definitely save it then," Ted nodded. He wasn’t entirely big on the drinking thing but the pink coloring had made him curious. "Exactly. Pink is too abnormal looking.”
"And it's not.. punk." Sirius screwed up his nose in distaste. "And tell me, Ted -- why is a handsome lad like you all alone? I don't see a date."
"I don’t flatter, love; we both know its true. I hate to inflate either of your egos, but yes you are some of the most handsome lads here."
"I truly do appreciate your honesty -- it would be stupid to say we are not, after all. But tell me, who's the most handsome"
"I swear to you that there won't be any. It's easy for you to say because the three of you are so damn attractive. You guys are like Kings to this school while I'm just a weak lackey to them. I'm just an unwanted rat."
"Shut it now, really," Sirius said, sitting up, grin wiped from his face. "You're good looking, yeah? Popularity is stupid, Peter, I don't give a damn about it and neither should you. You have friends, that's important, fuck the rest. And when it comes to girls... they are complicated. I don't know what they want, you don't -- you never really do, trust me. However, you gotta be the one to ask them out, and have you done that lately?" A pause follows, Sirius' face growing more serious. "You do know you are wanted, right? All three of us care a whole fucking lot 'bout you, as do many others. We need you, Pete."
"I know that this is a Valentine’s Day Ball, but there’s a couple in the bathroom who are doing things that they just shouldn’t be!”
"Amateurs. Everyone knows the bathroom is a horrid place, especially on dances with alcohol where people are getting drunk on purpose. Anyway, did you yell at them, Lils? Please tell me you did."
"Not when it involves drinks getting spilled on my dress."
"Are you a witch or not? There's spells for that, y'know. C'mon, cheer up, 'tis not Valentine's everyday."
poisonous words / narcissa & sirius
"So you’ll screw anyone, so long as it isn’t the school bathroom, good to know." She wanted to tear her hair out at Sirius’s attitude sometimes. "Pathetic maybe, but at least I wouldn’t have to deal with you. I’d think of something, anyway, when you get drunk I doubt it’ll be hard to tell." Narcissa’s own eyes darkened to match. "If you aren’t complaining why bring it up. Fuck you, Sirius, I’m not that materialistic. I just give a damn about my family.”
Sirius hadn't planned on admitting that he was attracted to both male and women -- while his sexuality was not something he kept private, it wasn't any of Narcissa's business, and above all, he had not yet before informed any of his former family members about this. It was strange, truly, to have said it out loud, but Sirius had no time to think about the way he felt about practically coming out, her comment having hit a serious nerve. "Just because I don't care about the gender of the person I screw doesn't mean I'll fuck anyone. I've got standards. But believe what you want, I couldn't care less."
An impulsive young man, Sirius could feel himself getting riled up. There were not many who could get to him the way his cousins and brother could, the hatred he carried harsh and pure and unlike anything he had ever felt. He wasn't sure why, as he told himself he didn't give a single damn about them and their opinions, but in reality he only fooled himself with these thoughts, as Narcissa was not someone he could hate. Maybe that was why he got so angry.
"You could just walk off, too, you know," he pointed out, his voice strained with anger. "And besides, you are the one that fucking started this conversation, so you could have avoided dealing with me by just, I don't know, ignoring me and fucking off when in my company. But I suppose you are too dimwitted and stuck up to go the easy way, and so pathetic solutions is, of course, your way of solving this problem."
At her last words, he decides that it is the alcohol that's making him feel this way, still trying to tell himself that he doesn't give a single damn about her words -- but his jaws are clenched and eyes narrowed. "Because I was pointing out the fucking truth: saving whiskey would mean saving money, which I indeed am fucking short on and yeah, maybe that is my own fucking fault but I don't care. And don't lie to yourself, Cissy, you are by far one of the most materialistic people in this entire castle. And well, good for you, but I don't give one single damn about any of you, and I'm pretty fucking glad I left because not one of you ever cared to give a fuck about me, either."
"Dignified, I’m sure. I’m surprised you aren’t in the bathroom already with whoever your latest bit of skirt is." Narcissa snapped back, her tone turning icy. "Well, isn’t that shocking. Maybe I’ll report you, get you kicked out so you aren’t here to bother me. Oh please, if you’re short on money, it’s your own fucking fault, you left of your own free will! You hurt me, or you would if I gave a damn what you think."
"The bathroom isn't a great place to be with a girl or boy. It's wet and there's people peeing and puking," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Kicking me out so I can't bother you? Fuck, that's pathetic, even for you. Besides, how're you gonna prove I sneaked anything in?" He pauses, eyes growing darker. "I'm not complaining. Money isn't everything to me -- as I'm not a materialistic shit like you."
"You aren’t trying hard enough. More to the point I’m surprised to find my least favourite cousin without his own supply of firewhiskey."
"Bullshit. I could get drunk on this, yeah, but I'd have to drink so much that I'd have to wee every bloody thirty minutes." He then lets out an amused scoff. "For your information, I do have an own supply on me -- it wouldn't be a party without my own firewhiskey -- but I prefer getting drunk on other people's alcohol. Am a little short on money, you see. And baby, I'm everyone's least favourite cousin. You aren't mine, though, I'm afraid your psychotic bitch of a sister has taken up that spot."
"Don’t act like you didn’t bring something else,"
"Dorcas, Dorcas, Dorcas, of course I did -- I am not an idiot. However, I was hoping I would be able to get drunk for free."
"Do I look like the dancing type? I’m over here dancing with my drink."Â
"Dancing with your drink then, huh? That's rather... well sad. Pity you won't dance, I'm sure you'd be great at shaking that tight arse of you.."