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Post by Dea on Aug 11, 2009 15:19:41 GMT -5
Man. That was a weird dream. If you were straight, obviously. It was only slightly weird for Damocles. He hated James Potter. So the fact he had been marrying him was even weirder.
He shuddered as he took his seat under the tree, scanning the grounds, making himself comfortable.
Maybe he'd swim later. It was nice out, and there was hardly anyone around. It was nice and quiet. No one around.
Cue Ally.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 11, 2009 15:31:39 GMT -5
Shit. Shishitshitshitshit. Stupid Slytherins and their stupid tempers. She's just been walking in the courtyard. It was his fault for taking a nap on the ground. Basicaly, Ally'd tripped over him, he'd gotten pissed, attempted to hex her, she ran like hell. Normally she would've just hexed him back, but the guy was like, six foot two. So, yeah. Running worked. Ally was out of breath and pissed off when she finally stopped running. She hadn't really been paying attention to where she was going, and now realized she was by the lake. Ohhhhhhh. Well, it seemed like the guy wasn't chasing her anymore, so she assumed she was safe. She collapsed next to a particulary thick tree right by the edge of the lake and closed her eyes, leaning back against the trunk. She didn't really pay attention to any of the students sitting around her.
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Post by Dea on Aug 11, 2009 15:36:24 GMT -5
'Did you kill someone Ally?' Damocles asked innocently. She seemed out of breath. Maybe she'd robbed a bank, been hexed, etc etc.
The downside was, whatever she'd done had followed her. A particularly angry Slytherin was stalking over here. 'Do you need help?' He sighed.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 11, 2009 15:51:27 GMT -5
Ally recoginzed the voice, even though she'd closed her eyes. "Bugger off, Dammy." She snapped. "And no, I didn't. Some ass whole was sleeping in the courtyard and I tripped over him." "Why would I n-" She opened her eyes to give him a dirty look, but then noticed the Slytherin a little ways away. "Oh fuck," She muttered, scrambling to her feet and grabbing her wand. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck."
ooc;; DDDDX I can't think of anything. SORRY, DEA.
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Post by Dea on Aug 11, 2009 15:57:33 GMT -5
ooc/ DON'T WORRY BUNNEY. AND DAMMY WILL SAVE HER. /cue superhero music
bic; Damocles laughed. 'I'm sure I'll make something up, he said, approaching the Slytherin. They were more or less the same height.
'Is there a problem?' He asked, as the Slytherin said how he just wanted to get Ally. 'That's....Not Ally. The girl you're looking for is Thalia. Wintringham. She went that way,' He said, pointing in Thalia's general direction. The Slytherin gave him a dirty look and stalked off.
'Well. He's her problem now. But she's probably with Cess and Phil, Gideon, Fabian. She'll be fine,' He reasoned. 'I can't believe he believed that.'
ooc/ SO THAT'S SHITTY AS WELL. BITE ME.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 11, 2009 16:17:56 GMT -5
Ally raised an eyebrow. "Not the most observant bloke, is he?" She asked, watching the Slytherin's retreating figure. "Couldve sworn he'd seen my face." She glanced over at Damocles. "And you do know that Thalia will ask him who told him it was her and then beat the shit out of you, right?" She paused. "Oh, and if you think I'm going to do anything to repay you other then saying thanks, you're terribly mistaken." No way she'd do anything for Damocles. And this definatly didn't make up for the time he'd thrown her in the lake in sixth year. No, she was still going to get her revenge for that.
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Post by Dea on Aug 12, 2009 14:05:33 GMT -5
"I Confunded him. Skill. And yeah. But by then, I'll have someone to protect me," he said, seriously.
"And I seriously have no ideas of repayment, Ally. You're still annoyed about the Lake thing, aren't you?" He asked. Seriously, he wasn't asking for repayment. He just knew that if she got hexed, she'd find someway to blame him.
And he wasn't in the mood for that.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 12, 2009 14:20:37 GMT -5
"Slytherins aren't really that hard to confuse, you know." Ally informed him. "With or without magic. They've nothing upstairs, if you know what I mean." She snorted. "Someone to protect you?" She taunted. "Like who?" "Good. And damn right I am." He threw her in the lake, for Godric's sake.Of course she was still annoyed. "And I swear on your life I will get revenge for that. She smirked mischeviously. "I have a few idea's of exactly how already."
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Post by Dea on Aug 12, 2009 14:26:01 GMT -5
"I figured as much, Ally. And..Erm...I...Don't know who," he stammered. Sure, he could think of a few people, but none he'd like to share with Ally.
Though she could probably guess as much.
"Er, I'd appreciate not swearing on my life. I value it, thanks. And I plan on...Doing...Stuff with it. Not like that," he covered quickly. Oh well. She'd use that against him now.
Wait. Few ideas? Please not murder. Oh no. What did she have to use against him?
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Post by katelyn on Aug 12, 2009 14:36:10 GMT -5
Ally rolled her eyes and smirked. She could assume just as much. "Fine. Hmm....." She frowned, thinking for a moment. "Mmkay. I'll swear on Slughorn's life. Nobody really cares about him, so I s'pose it's all right." She glanced up at him. "And Dammy? I'd really rather not know what you plan on 'doing' with your life, mmkay?" She smirked at the look on his face. "Pictures, remember?" She reminded him, taking a step back, just in case. They were by the lake after all. And, yeah. She really didn't fancy being thrown into the lake again, and Damocles was a lot bigger then she was.
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Post by Dea on Aug 12, 2009 14:41:31 GMT -5
God. Damn. It.
She still had the pictures. From when he had a Goat Tail. God Damn. Thalia. God Damn. Sugar. God Damn. Goats.
"And I didn't mean like that...It would just be wrong and pretty damn impossible. Person to person, that's normal. Person to life, that's...Impossible. See?" Yeah, his attempts at changing the subject made things worse.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 13, 2009 10:50:03 GMT -5
Ally rolled her eyes. "You're rambling like crazy, Dammy." She pointed out. "And its getting annoying." She smirked. "Don't try and change the subject, mmkay? You suck at it, anyways." She grinned. "But yes, I still have the pictures. And you'd better watch it, because you never know if you could walk into the Great Hall to find copies posted all over the walls." She teased, sticking her tongue out at him. And she took a small step back. You know, just incase she had to run like hell or something. Hmm. Maybe making fun of him while right by the lake wasn't a very good idea. Damn.
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Post by Dea on Aug 13, 2009 10:55:22 GMT -5
He knew he shouldn't do it. She'd just get him back. But now he knew she would, he could come up with a story.
He ran forward, and flicked her up into a fireman's lift. He took one step closer to the lake, then another.
"You know, it's never too late. You could just destroy all the copies. It could save you from becoming an offering to Bessie."
Damn, that name had stuck.
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Post by katelyn on Aug 13, 2009 11:09:17 GMT -5
Damnit. He was going to do it. Ally could tell by his expression. She didn't even have time to dodge him. He was a lot bigger then her, and faster. Before she knew it, he had her slung over his shoulder. Bitch. "Put me down." She snapped, aiming a kick at his balls. She couldn't from this postition, though, and wound up kicking him in the stomach. "No bloody way. I was considering putting up the pictures earlier, but take one step closer to that lake and I'll do it for sure." Then she noticed that there were a lot of other people around. And they were staring. Fuck.
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Post by Dea on Aug 13, 2009 11:13:49 GMT -5
"Jesus christ Ally. You could give me a hernia!" Damocles said, rubbing his stomach. "Kick me one more time and you are definitely going in," he warned. And great one, people were staring. Someone whistled. He had a strange urge to laugh, all of a sudden. He realised what they must look like from the outside.
People must think he fancied her or vice versa.
Oh, if only they knew. Which they wouldn't. Because he'd be beaten up and/or sent to some weird forms of counseling.
They could think what they liked.
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