This City Is At War! [Cess, Fabi, James && Thalia]

[Dea]

Thalia.

No, Thalia. This was not, still, and never would be, the right way. You'd been by here three times. Get it into your head.
Broken and defeated, Thalia leant against the walls. She was low on sugar, and her gummy bear stash was all the way back underneath her bed. Well that was a completely fruitless mission.
Wait. What was she trying to do in the first place? Oh for God's sake. She needed her memory checked out.
In the split second it took her to lean, and put these thoughts in place in her head, it seemed that the wall has swallowed her.
She found herself on the stone cold floor, rubbing her (now sore) back end, and cursing the stupid magical school she was attending.
To her utter dismay, however, she could not find a way out. The wall was solid. And completely and utterly barren of any sign of life.
Great. She was going to die here.
Well.
"HELP! ANYONE! HELP ME! I'M TRAAAAAAAAAAPED!"
That worked in the movies.

James.
However, it seemed, Thalia was not by herself in this predicament.James looked up from the map at the sound of a disturbance. James often came to the Room of Requirement to get his thoughts straight. Therefore the sound of a disturbance was a rare happening here.
Hoping it was perhaps Sirius, he didn't bother hiding the map, just yet. It could even just be a (very loud) rat.
It wasn't, however, Sirius. Or a rat.
He quickly muttered 'mischief managed' and hid away his map.
Studying the intruder, he came to decide she was in his house, and perhaps a year younger. He remember her from his second year, when her brothers and her had a yelling match in the middle of the common room.
He'd laughed.
"Unfortunately, your disgrace did not go unnoticed," he'd voiced, making the girl jump. What was her name? Teresa? Tulula? Thalia? Yes. That was it! Thalia.
Thalia glared. "So how do we get out?"
James' smirk faded.
The door had gone.
Crap.

[Taylor]

“We cannot drop that sixth year off the Quidditch team, you may hate him, but he is pretty good. He has only been in the Hospital Wing, and we both know that is a hell of a lot less times than us.” Francesca said calmly, not bother to look at him as they walked down the corridor together. “Even if you told he took muggle drugs, I still wouldn’t care; it isn’t like he is a lazy bum that just floats mindlessly in the air during games.” Francesca said, looking to Fabian, sighing with disapproval. “Francesca, he is a jerk, you of all people should be pissed, you know how he talks to you. He snaps, and he is moody.” Fabian protested, frowning. He ran a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes.

“Just... shut up, Fabian; you’re being more annoying than normal.” Francesca teased, looking at him with a small smile and a laugh. “I am not being annoying! The kid is stupid!” Fabian said with a big grin, but then stopped as he heard a distant yell. “Did you hear that?” Fabian asked Francesca, looking to her with a confused look. He earned a ‘no’ and an expression that proved she thought he was insane. Fabian shrugged and kept walking and pushed her towards the wall to annoy her. Francesca nearly lost her balance, and quickly grabbed his arm for support. But Francesca fell to the wall, expecting to hit it. But instead, she kept falling with Fabian, who she was dragging.

A door formed, and they ended up falling through that, and into a random room. “What the he-…“ Francesca yelled, and stood up, looking at Thalia and James with a confused look. Fabian pushed Francesca forwards, who stumbled towards James and Thalia. “What the fuck is going on? Did you guys pull this fucking stupid joke? Falling through a wall to a random room? You guys are idiots!” Francesca yelled without thinking, throwing out her arms. Fabian just looked at James to Thalia, then to Francesca, pretty confused at this time. “Francesca, shut up and calm down.” Fabian said with a sigh, turning around to look at the wall they fell through.

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[Dea]

Thalia.

Oh great. Now, it seemed, Francesca and Fabian came to join the party. Who next, Snivellus?
"Hahaha, me, set this up? I am as much a victim as you! And my ass is smarting from that frickin' wall! I have the bruise to show, if you don't believe me!" Thalia ranted, gesturing to her backside. She then realised how stupid she looked and shoved her hands into her pockets.
"And if I had arranged this, I would have picked substantially more interesting company," she added. She decided to move out of slapping range of Francesca at this point, moving to the sofa James had recently occupied. She put her legs over the back, and let her head dangle from the front, leaving her sitting on the sofa, figuratively upside down. She batted her ponytail as she waited for Francesca to explode.

She figured she'd leave James to die. Oh well. He'd lived a long, full, life, not short of admirers, and popularity, and he would be well remembered. Wow. How nice she really was. As she observed everything upside down, she noticed the familiar glint of packaging.
Could it be?
She flipped backwards off the couch, landing in a heap. Quickly untangling herself, she dove for the glint. And it was...! She ripped open the packaging and grabbed the first gummy bear. She chewed on the little yellow bear, and observed the scene before her.

James.
James seconded Thalia rant. "I was minding my own business," he seconded, shooting a quizzical look at whatever weird thing Thalia was doing. He shrugged it off, and addressed the two newcomers.
"How about, instead of killing each other, we ask the room to nicely let us go?" James suggested, following Thalia's lead and taking a few steps back. As a fellow Quidditch captain, he knew Francesca had an explosive temper. Best to stay out of exploding range.

He was also surprised that Fabian hadn't said anything at this point. James knew Gideon. Why hadn't Fabian come up with some strange theory yet? Perhaps he, too, was in hot water with Francesca.
He could be the metaphorical offering should Francesca explode.

[Taylor]

“I really don’t want to see your ass, Thalia.” Francesca said, folding her arms. “More interesting company?! Who would you bring? Mushu and gummy bears?!” Francesca shouted, leaning against the cold wall, glaring at Thalia. She slid down to sit on the floor, bringing her knees up. “What even is this plan then?” Francesca asked, then lightly resting her chin on her knees. At least she was in comfortable clothing, jeans and a tee shirt. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her wand, so that didn’t fix anything. “Thalia, what the hell are you doing? For all you know, those damn things could be poisoned!” Francesca said with a sigh. Francesca stood up and looked to the wall where the door was supposed to be. She didn’t bother trying to hit it, which was probably no use.

“Oh yes! Mr. Pothead minding his own fucking business! That is pure rubbish, Potter, so shut your stupid fucking mouth. For all we know, we can fucking die in here! I’m too young to die! We have no food, expect for Thalia and her sugar things!” Francesca shouted, completely ignoring Fabian. Looking to Fabian now, she glared at him. Idiot boy! He was the one who had pushed her in to the wall, but really, at least he wasn’t using some cock and bull story about aliens doing this.

Fabian just stared at James confused, “Why would we talk to walls? That is smart as talking to a muggle light bulb.” Fabian sighed and looked around. “Francesca, please, shut the fuck up .”. Fabian was too confused to talk like an idiot and blame this on random things. He looked to the new couch that had random appeared, and walked over to that. Sitting down, he put his elbows on his knees, making him lean over. “How about not dying, or being insane and talking to walls, we do something? Like Truth or Dare? To pass the time?” Fabian suggested, looking to Francesca who was pacing.

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cause you’re awesome, Dea
they’re all, 331
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ notes ”

[Dea]

Thalia.

Thalia raised an eyebrow, while stuffing another gummy bear in her mouth. In between bites, she replied to Francesca. "I'd be offended if I gave a shit," she said, swallowing. She'd never had the most attractive eating habits when it came to gummy bears. "We won't die. The room will give us food and crap," she said, knowingly. "And I agree with Fabian. I find your rabbiting annoying. To the point of I vote we eat you if we are stuck in here that long."

She then, completely ignoring Francesca's warnings, grabbed another gummy bear, and took her precious cargo to the couch across from Fabian. "I like that idea. Pass the time until Dumbledore frees us," she said, nodding. "And excuse the eating. No breakfast, you see. And no dinner last night. Detention!"

James.
Of all the company, it had to be these three. He'd rather die a cruel, horrible dea-
He already on his way.

James rolled his eyes. "I'll ask then. Hello Mr. Wall. Please let us go," James said, to no avail.
"Oh come on. I offer Francesca as an offering!"
Still nothing.
James sighed, and moved towards the couch Fabian inhabited. He observed Thalia's eating habits, which was like watching a monkey swallow a hand grenade, and, eventually tearing himself away from the train wreck, he finally addressed Fabian suggestion. "Truth or Dare it is! I, James Potter, shall never back down from a dare. So prepare to lose!"