Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 18, 2012 22:39:33 GMT -5
Micha was so cute, it was all Layne could do not to kiss her again. Even though she'd said she wouldn't mind, Layne was willing to bet that she didn't want to kiss in front of Whites. That was okay, the kissing stuff was best kept personal. Layne had a fucking badass reputation to maintain.
If word got around that Layne Fucking Larkin actually liked liked someone, that shit would be impossible to contain.
Besides, she didn't want to do that to Micha. Ruskie liked to pretend she was tough shit, but Layne was willing to bet it was a front. Hell if she didn't do the same goddamn thing.
Enough of this philosophical mind-monologue shit. It was time for Layne's next drink. It was clear that neither of her friends were as practiced as she was at drinking, especially this rotgut shit. Still, even whites managed not to fucking choke to death.
After her sip, Layne looked at her friends. "Relocate? I've got a place in the dungeons no one seems to bother. We could go there." Back when Layne had arrived, she'd more or less commandeered one of the unused rooms in the dungeons. So far, no one had asked her to move, or apparently, even found the place. She had better shit down there anyway.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jun 20, 2012 1:11:19 GMT -5
She was pleased to see that Whites handled his alcohol better the next time around; like a twelve-year-old girl rather than an eight-year-old one. Of course, she then kicked herself for being pleased over anything concerning Whites that wasn't his imminent death. What an idiot that one was, true and through. Only her promise to Layne kept her from launching a verbal assault of any kind. That... and the pleasant feeling that had slowly crept up the base of her skull. There was a reason the majority of her family back home were alcoholics, and now she was beginning to understand it.
Not that she, Micha Volkov, could or would ever allow herself ever to become addicted to something. Her self-control was far too great and her stick-thin figure was a testament to that -- anyone who knew Micha well would also know she had a great love for sweets and junk food in general, but she kept herself firmly to a diet of healthy items only. Her mother often frowned at her because she was not filling out like the others girls, busty and curvaceous, but once Micha had made her mind up about something, there was no going back.
Anyway, she was glad Leon Foster was not attending. While she did not hate the boy like he might fear she might, she did not know how to confront him again after Layne's most recent insight regarding she and him. Not Layne and Leon, Micha and Leon, though in truth it was the former as much as the latter. The petite girl wrinkled her nose a tiny bit, then brushed the thought off easily as one might brush off a fly. She had other things to focus on, like Layne Larkin, and her invitation back to her place. Micha paused, considering that. Hadn't she been warned not to do anything like that by a thousand different overattentive relatives? Then again, Larkin was a girl, so maybe it wasn't the same. Whites was going, though, so maybe... Ah, no. She was done thinking.
Micha mentally stored away the effects of her charm to write down later for the assignment and stood, smoothing her skirt down with quick pats of her palms. "You will lead us down, yes?" Just because she was a Slytherin didn't mean she knew the dungeons left and right. In fact, if Micha had known their dormitory locations would have been stereotyped on what their individual houses were supposed to represent, she might have thought long and hard about books or something while under the Sorting Cap, you know, to get somewhat of a better view.
It was taking Whites a little to figure out what was going on, and it may or may not have had anything to do with what he was drinking. He had swooped in, saved the day, gotten the two girls back together... And now they wanted to go to some undisclosed location in the dungeons?! Holy... Holy shit. Whites was goddamn Cupid. Or was it 'a cupid'? He wasn't sure how Cupid fit into mythology, especially considering the existance of Cherubs in the wizarding world. So wait, was he (a) c/Cupid, or was he a cherub? Either, way, he wasn't taking his clothes off, but if this whole situation showed anything, it was that he didn't need to get naked to save the day. This was the best. He was so happy, embarassment aside. He was happy for Layne, he was happy for Micha, he was happy for himself. He liked being with friends, and alcohol aside, these two were totes his friends now.
This brought him to a dilemma, though. He wanted to go, and they both seemed to include him in their statements about leaving to go somewhere more private. That was fine and dandy, and Whites would totally enjoy drinking with them. It'd be fun or whatever, and who knew what kind of drunken adventures the three of them could go on! They could go infiltrate Hufflepuff House and see what exactly they were smoking over there and maybe even ask to partake, or, or, or whatever they could just have awesome times... But... What if the two of them wanted privacy? Did they just not wanna be rude? Heck, he wouldn't either if someone had just saved his relationship. He could see where they were coming from, but he really didn't want to impose.
On the other hand, drunken adventures... It was like, too good of a thing to refuse. Heck, they could even makeout or whatever girls did together during their adventures. Whites wouldn't even care! Heck, he probably would've liked it, no homo/offense/jelly/cereal.
A few moments of thinking, and Whites stood up as well.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jun 20, 2012 19:43:04 GMT -5
It was up to her to lead the fucking way then. Fine. She could do that shit. She corked the bottle of not-really-butterbeer, and stuck it back in her bag. It was better that they not get caught with that shit out in the hallway. Not that the library was such a fucking private place, hence their retreat to the dungeons.
"Right, follow me, I guess. And Whites, try not to be so fucking loud. We are in the goddamned library." Silly little bitch had no fucking sense. It was part of the reason they were friends, but damn. Sometimes that guy needed a fucking clue.
Anyway, Layne lead the way out of the library and down to the dungeons, so she and her friends could continue their little party.
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