In The Middle Of Something, Here

The name's Sylvester, but don't call me that. Rather go by Slightly. Seventh Year Gryffindor who'd rather be sketching than practicing charms work. If you can't find me I'm probably somewhere with Nibs. And we're probably making out, so you might want to wait a while [rp]

[blavvndee]

[on-the-house]

Wait, tell me more.

How did it happen, exactly?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

I'm telling you, he just walked up and took the phone from her, then asked me if I was a top or bottom

Fucking weird, my family

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[aint-no-rat]

…that a bad thing?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well, I mean, kind of a dick, so

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[aint-no-rat]

What now?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Apparently, Rattigan is the new headmaster

[the-queen-miles-centure-blog]

I do say so. Are you questioning me, peasant?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Seriously?

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

I really just want to dance...

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

Yep! But I can cut off your legs if you want!

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Why my legs but not my feet?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[let-him-look]

*Smiles and rolls her eyes* If you’re willing to take that risk, then you should at least be smart about it. Guess I’ve just learned that hate only breeds more hate; if we treat the “bad person” with hate right back, how does that make us any different than them? Well, I grew up being taught to basically be a lady; look pretty, smile, shut up, marry whomever my father chooses for me, pop out as many babies as possible… *snorts* It’ll be a sunny day in Azkaban before I let that happen. Since coming to Hogwarts, I’ve finally been able to find my voice and make myself an equal to any man! *Smiles broadly* So yeah, I guess I do!

*Shakes his hand politely* Pleasure, Mr. Arrowson!

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Ooh, feisty, I like it. Growing up for me was more like, "Don't burn down the house and don't get involved with another man," And neither of those things worked

-shakes her hand- The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Peters

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well...

[ghostly-carter-blog]

I suppose, though I fear she may begin to give me makeovers in the middle of the night.

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well, you're of age, put a protection charm around your bed

[headmaster-rattigan]

That is the proper way to describe her is it not? There are suspicions of her death after all.

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well, has a body been found?

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

I really just want to dance...

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

C’mon Silly! You do dance! You have feet! I can see them!

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Is it too late to cut my feet off?

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[cherie-notafraid]

That I cannot argue with

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

This year is going to be hell

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[let-him-look]

Well when we’re facing a corrupt authority, even if they act like monsters, they still hold some sort of power over us. To actually be successful in these sorta endeavors, we have to use wit and cunning, not just storm the castle all willy-nilly. Or my favorite strategy, innocently annoy the crap out of them, acting completely saucy. *winks mischievously* If only we had someone on the inside, someone closer in power to him, like a teacher or something… then we could access intelligence about him and use that to our advantage….

Anyhow, I’m Bo Peters, sixth year Hufflepuff; it’s nice to finally meet another like minded student!

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Gotta storm the castle eventually, might as well do it first, if you ask me. *chuckles lightly* I don't do innocent, really, so my strategy is just openly hate them. Something tells me you think about all this a lot

Sylvester Arrowson, though most call me Slightly. I'll be a seventh year Gryffindor

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[cherie-notafraid]

That depends on what you believe needs to be stopped… I do not understand why you’re so upset, it will be no different then before…

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well, he's a prick, so

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

I really just want to dance...

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

Then play me some music Silly and dance with me!

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Pais, c'mon, I don't dance

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

So, anyway,

[let-him-look]

Yes, but if we did so, isn’t that basically like letting him win; by showing him that he can keep us away, that we fear & hate him that much? 

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well now you're just using logic

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well...

[ghostly-carter-blog]

She is in secondary school, in London, she’s fourteen… I uh… I’m a muggleborn. So she uh, she can’t go here… Neither could my older brother.

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Oh, sweet. Props, mate. Gotta be nice to see them during summer though, right? Even if there are some 'makeover scares'

[jinglespaisleywinkle]

I really just want to dance...

[slightly-sylvester-blog]

Well, you need good music to dance