Hufflepuff
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They don't call me Mr. Greenside for no reason.
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Post by Llewellyn Ludlow on Jul 3, 2016 11:41:21 GMT -5
Picking away at the wax that now covered his finger tips, he simmered in the fury that had boiled up into his esophagus, his back and shoulders slumped forwards. Adrenaline still surged itself through the network of veins that Ana had tightly reined in before it got ugly, for which Llewellyn was thankful for in forethought. The badger knew he stood very little chance when it came to anyone with an ounce of magical talent. Llewellyn could clout away with unrestrained fists all he wanted, until his knuckles throbbed and split. But when it came to dueling? Llewellyn's heart simply wasn't in it. Destruction held no longevity or focus in him, and even toward Tobias... Llewellyn didn't want to hex him or cause any sort of permanent damage. Not really. As he cooled down he reflected inwardly, realizing he'd been swept up in something much more powerful than his own rationale or constitution.
While he'd been fairly excited for Ana's plans this evening just moments prior, suddenly he wasn't feeling so keen to the idea or even being around these people, Ana included. Who the hell were they, even? Sure, he knew Ana well, and she was consistently bad-mannered and under normal circumstances Llewellyn would have just shrugged and smiled away the coarse comment or perhaps in a more pleasant state of mind he would have missed it altogether, but something about the comment just pissed Llewellyn the fuck off. He felt his warm hands being gripped on either side but his fingers were slack as he brooded.
When Bridgette laughed, his hands were torn away from his companions and Llewellyn stood suddenly, scooping up his book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Says the fucking Queen of the piss pots. Fuck off, Louisiana," he mumbled gruffly, stepping over the circle and ultimately taking his leave to sulk back up to the castle.
~piss baby is out~
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Slytherin
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You're afraid, like I make my deals with the devil
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Post by Ana Gray on Aug 1, 2016 21:41:49 GMT -5
There was a pause in Ana's speech as she swallowed the pills offered to her. Dry and hard, something she was used to by now. The only thing on hand to drink was whiskey and that was a whole mess that Ana truly wasn't the kind to do well with. Sneaking hits around her parents required a delicate touch. Sneaking hits in summer school, even more so. Everyone followed her instructions, holding hands effortlessly. Clasping hands with them seemed uneventful outwardly, but inwardly she was taking a note to keep her fingers from her face until she could properly clean them. This was less of an insult toward these people that she insulted constantly, but more so a mental note to keep herself from getting ridiculously sick later. A lot of her stomach issues stemmed from her spiteful little mind, but germs were a different level. She wasn't sure if they were an actual threat, or knowing that she touched something was enough to kill her body. But even more cruel than her disintegrating innards, Llewellyn pulled his hand from Bridgette's and stood up. Her brow collapsed underneath her irritation, lip curling as he threw a tantrum. He called her Louisiana and she wanted to buckle his knee with a well placed kick. "What-fucking-ever, Lewie. I can't hear you over all the piss you're guzzling, maybe stop talking with your mouth full!" She called after him, but he was already storming off and away. Her glare snapped back to the center of the circle, shoulders raising to her ears. Multiple scoffs trailed from her lips, trying to gather her bearings. Two seconds ago she was smiling like a dumb ass over their friendship, and now she couldn't even begin to iterate how annoying the guy was. It was funny, how they shared a hideous nickname. She could only hope he heard her and was totally furious about it. Whatever. It was nothing. He was just mad. And she was just pissy. And just like that, the anger deflated, a tiny balloon lying limp like a carnival game. Dirty and used and ready to be filled once more by well being passerby. Flipping her over her shoulder with a flick of her head, she continued the seance. "Well. Anyway. What we need to do now is open the circle to the spirit, make it feel welcome or whatever. Let's say..." She tilted her head in thought, eyes glued to the scissors, "'If there's a spirit here, we're calling you now to join us. If you're here, reveal yourself, and speak to us.' That kind of bullshit. And we repeat that until something shows up. Or until this proves to be a dud, same thing."And so, Ana began once more, "If there's a spirit here, we're calling you now to join us. If you're here, reveal yourself, and speak to us." Closing her eyes, she repeated herself, waiting patiently for something, if anything to happen. I figured I should continue this!! Sorry for skipping, Xan~ (,:
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