Post by Layne F. Larkin on Aug 8, 2012 12:56:30 GMT -5
What the fuck was this assignment even about? Taking special notice of Jett? Fuck.
Had this teacher ever even seen Jett? He was a lazy little bastard that did nothing now that his cage was escape proof. Still, Micha was pretty into this school shit, right? If Layne wanted to impress Ruskie, she was going to have to at least try.
It’s not like there was much else to fucking do around here.
So, Layne brought Jett with her to breakfast on an annoyingly warm Sunday in August. She was still in her pajamas: Technicolor, zebra-striped cotton pants and a teal tank top. Her feet were shoved into her sneakers, but she hadn’t bothered to put on socks.
Setting Jett’s cage on the table, Layne looked at the gold place setting before her. Breakfast appeared. Whole wheat toast with peanut butter, fresh fruit, grape juice, and a steaming mug of coffee. Layne ate fucking right. Sure, she ate shit like chips and soda sometimes; she wasn’t a health-douche.
But how the fuck was she supposed to maintain her swag if she always ate like shit?
Layne tore a tiny piece of peanut butter toast and gave it to Jett. She liked seeing him eat. Most of the time, she gave him pre-packaged rat food with the occasional vegetables. Jett took the bread in his front paws and stuffed it into his cheeks. His beady eyes begged for more, and Layne gave him a melon cube.
She ate some of her breakfast herself, and passed little bits to Jett periodically. Not the coffee though. Fuck that. That coffee was all hers.
Post by Finnegan Darby on Aug 22, 2012 22:00:21 GMT -5
Operation: Ruin Cyan's CoMC Assignment had been a complete and total success, as far as he was concerned. One Slytherin down, one million more to go. Or eight, or something. He'd gotten the idea to go to the dungeon not only because he was the resident genius of Firefaux U, but because it was the logical thing to do. That's where they lived, right? Totally smart of him to realize that. Anyway, that was over and done with.
The next obvious choice for a Slytherin to nest would be the cafeteria, he concluded, because they would get hungry a lot from working so much. Made sense!
Finny scuttled into the feasting hall with an expression of intense concentration on his face, wand stealthily tucked away somewhere (that's what she said). He'd decided to go low-key today, and so he wore skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a yellow smiley face on it -- the logo was a subdued way to show his support for his House without anyone catching on just what he was up to.
PUFFIAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so: he needed a target. After about one-half second of serious scrutinizing, he found the perfect one; that rainbow hair was a dead giveaway. Quickly, he pulled a manila folder out of the also-bright-yellow messenger bag that had totally been hanging at his side the whole time; he knew his subjects, but a quick review wouldn't hurt. The papers inside had been written by another random Hufflepuff and given to him directly to carry out.
Ah, yes. Layne Larkin. Right inbetween Cyan Reed (cute, kinda girly, good at some shit) and Micha Volkov (super bitchy, Chinese or Russian or something, will kill you on sight). The report on Layne read: 'Swears a lot. Has bright rainbow hair. Will also probably kill you, in even worse and unimaginably terrible ways. Stay away if you value your life.'
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Obnoxiously, Mister Darby swaggered over Larkin's way. Sitting directly next to her (and a little too close), he gave her a hugely sunny grin. The Hufflepuff's whitened teeth glimmered like tiny pearls. "Good morning!" he yawped directly in her face, and then took a huge gulp of her coffee, uninvited. "Whatcha up to?!"
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Aug 22, 2012 22:26:21 GMT -5
"Motherfucker!"
Layne was too fucking tired to be creative and shit. She hadn't yet had her coffee. See, Layne liked her coffee not to be too hot, and so she always saved it for last. And so, here was this twatwaffle drinking her fucking coffee and grinning like he was God's gift.
"Faggot!" Layne was going to settle this shit fucking now. "That was the wrong move, you dick swallowing retard." In a flash she had her wand out. In another moment, she had cast Petrificus totalus. She didn't want this asshat to wiggle away from the punishment she was going to dish out.
If she was lucky, or at least accurate, he would be unable to move. "When I'm done with you, jizz-stain, you're going to wish you were dead, and I will be the fucking angel of mercy when I kill you."
Post by Finnegan Darby on Aug 22, 2012 22:36:37 GMT -5
Oh shit!
Man, she got pissed off fast.
He was only able to get out a couple words before her full-body-binding-curse hit, and they were: "hahah WHOA you on your period or some-"
And then he was all, like, frozen or some bullshit. The energy-filled Hufflepuff sat in place, still staring at her with those bright baby blues of his.
So, uh.... Now what? She was going to M-U-R-D-E-R him? Oh, man, SO COOL. Just like in all those crime dramas his older brother liked to watch! DUDE. He was totally gonna be FAMOUS! Awesome.
Also, she was totally going to fail her assignment and the Hufflepoofs would win... somehow.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Aug 22, 2012 23:11:44 GMT -5
Good thing it was so early. Normally, Layne slept the fuck in on the weekend, but today she had gotten up ungodly early. There weren't even any fucking teachers here yet.
Layne smiled. It was a creepy, evil smile. This was the shit she was good at. She made a slashing motion with her wand, and a purple light crossed Finny as she cast her curse.
"Had enough, shit for brains?" Layne laughed a low throaty laugh as Finny failed to respond. "Of course not, I'm just getting started." She used evanesco to disappear all of Finny's clothes except his underwear. Then she used a hair-removal curse and a few stinging hexes to make him unrecognizable.
If she could just get out of the Feasting Hall quickly, she could continue to torture him in private, where there was no danger of someone catching her.
"Sorry to leave you here like this dicklicker, but...oh who am I kidding? I'm not sorry, Faggot." She gathered up Jett, and with a few final swishes of her wand, she altered the color of the asswipe's skin and eyes to make him even harder to recognize. "This isn't over yet, dillhole. We'll finish this later."
Maybe she could make it to the corridor before anyone saw her.
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