Zabini seems like she could use a good shag. She isn’t too hard on the eyes, either.
Jonesy. Though, thinking on it, she’d probably end up killing me in my sleep, taking all of my money and running off with some other bloke. Hopefully she’d be a decent enough wife before all of that.
Vance. There’s no way I’d ever put my prick near that.
"Dragonhide gloves, you ninny."
"I know you’ve got them."
That would’ve been ideal if I happened to carry them on me at all times. Unfortunately, this was a little too spur of the moment to warrant a trip up to the tower for a pair of gloves.
I made it out practically unscathed, though. Only three nights of detention. Minnie’s little crush on me sure does have its perks.
Well, yes…that is our most important jobs besides giving our civic duties when they’re needed.
I swear, sometimes I believe I’m the only person who does what I’m supposed to. It’s like talking to a brick wall, you don’t absorb anything.
No need to get catty, Jones. Just because I don’t spend all day with my nose buried in a book doesn’t mean I can’t retain anything. I just happen to know that life is better spent having fun instead of worrying about coursework every hour of every day.
You shouldn’t have put him in that position in the first place and you know that. Or what do I know, maybe you don’t; maybe you are as blind to the consequences of your actions as you lead people to believe that you are. I should have known having any kind of faith in you as a person was a complete waste of time.
You are expected to care because family is forever. But all I’m taking away from this is that you chose them over us. You left, and then you get to be happy and carefree, and we have to deal with it. I’m awfully sorry if that puts me in a bit of a bad mood.
Then write me off, Andromeda. Do the same thing the rest of them have, because we both know you will eventually. Don’t pretend like this is all some big shock, like you didn’t expect it to happen - and don’t you dare pretend like it’s my fault they pushed me over the edge. You know exactly what they’re like, but you choose to ignore it because pretending to be a perfect little Black is preferable to actually having a backbone and sticking up for what’s right.
But go on, love. Blame me and convince yourself I’m the monster here. I’m sure mummy’s unbelievably proud of her little carbon copy.
Excuses, excuses. After all, had there ever been anything else,
Is there something you need?
Your prick points for the night have just shot through the roof.
"I suppose it won’t matter if I do this then," he muttered before leaning forward, his hand moving up to grip the back of her head firmly. Flashing her a wide grin, he swooped in quickly to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek, knowing that if he snogged her proper, Prongs would have his bollocks.
Aces, Black. Hope one of them bit Gid on his arse.
I didn’t stick around long enough to see, but I suppose you’ll be able to tell when he starts walking funny and making faces when he sits down.
Upset over Gryffindor losing, aye Black?
It was only the first game. Have to give everyone a little hope before we tear them to pieces.
I knew it! I thought it was you or James. I hope none of the students got bitten. I was once when I was younger. It was awful.
Even if they did, they’re Ravenclaws. They should be able to whip up the antidote should the need arise.
I’d be impressed with your juvenile prank, but I’m uncertain that vitrol is your colour, love.
Perhaps a different shade of resentment, next time.