Sooo…

bluetrueluce:

Nearly was knocked off my broom in Quidditch practice today- watch where your hitting your bludgers, people! Merlin’s Beard.

Anyone have anything fun planned for this evening? 

Sorry. It was an accident.

Wanted | Amycus & Mimi.

amycusxcarrow:

Amycus laughed at the fact that she was so reluctant to let people know she was actually trying to do magic that she’d rather get in trouble by sneaking out and being supposedly caught in a compromising position. He shook his head, still laughing, “I can make that happen, you know.” He winked, though the laughing continued. He wasn’t laughing at her per say, just the situation in itself. And the fact that she was covered, head to toe, in black muck.

“I wouldn’t expect you to clean it up, that’s what elves are for.” It strongly believed in the use of house elves. His family had one growing up and they were there for a reason. It was their job and most of them liked doing it. He saw no reason to take away their responsibilities. Who in the world would want a lazy house elf? What good was that for? “Now I want to go to the lake. Wonderful.” He walked to the door and held it open, waiting for her to walk out ahead of him, “Well, you don’t expect me to go alone, do you?”

Amelia remained deadpan throughout Amycus’ laughing (but when did she ever really falter?) and searched for a clean patch of clothing to wipe her wand off on. “By all means, make it happen,” she murmured, suppressing the urge to smirk his way. Carrow was a good looking fellow but she wasn’t in the mood to throw herself at him for sex. If he wanted it, of course she’d give it to him, but for once she didn’t feel like making her out to be some sort of slag. People didn’t seem to understand that when she offered herself up for sex, she never really expected it to happen. It just… Did.

While she wasn’t really the type of person to think house elves should be doing everyone’s bidding, she did like the idea of someone (anyone) cleaning up after her because she was too lazy to do it herself. And plus, Amycus was talking about going out to the lake anyways, and considering she’d just talked about shagging someone down there, her interest was piqued. “While the Giant Squid would probably enjoy watching you wank off, I think that’d be too pathetic for me to let happen. So no, I don’t expect you to go alone,” she said, pocketing her wand as she brushed past him and out into the corridor without a look back at her mess.

Emma & Mimi || Let’s hate the world together

emmavanity-:

As the other girl took a swig from the firewhiskey Emma ducked down under her bed and removed one of the floorboards. There she kept her more ‘serious’ spliff. It was a lot more interesting than your average tobacco cigarette and she found that it was greatly coupled with sex. She wasn’t sure if Mimi would smoke with her but they were bound to have a ball if they both did. She rose just when the Ravenclaw questioned a silencing spell. The last time she had woken Jezebel from her beauty sleep the girl had threatened to alert a professor, the damn party pooper. So Emma reluctantly pulled out her wand and cast the spell over the general perimeter of her bed.

“Better off to keep the beauty queens silent I suppose,” she said before putting her wand on her bedside table. She then crossed to where Mimi was sitting and placed herself next to her. “You smoke?” she asked holding up her spliff for the other girl to see. Either way she still lit it up and took a long drag from it, sighing as it filled her chest, setting in her stomach and rising to take over her brain. It numbed out what was important what made her angry annoyed.

Mimi watched Emma as she retrieved something beneath the floorboards, her head cocking to the side curiously. She continued to sip at the alcohol, tapping her finger against the glass of the bottle. Although she drank a lot, being only four foot eight and thin it didn’t take much for her to feel the affects of these types of substances. And sure enough, already she was beginning to feel tipsy, her gaze following the Slytherin’s wand as the silencing charm was put up. She didn’t have anything against people knowing what she was doing but the last thing she really needed was for someone to come and fuck up her unexpected night.

While she wasn’t actually the type to do hardcore drugs, Amelia would be lying if she said she’d never smoked random things people had given her over the years. She was never the type to be very reserved and considering she didn’t give a shit about much of anything, she didn’t see an issue with smoking things. She took another swig of firewhiskey, figuring that, for the moment, she should probably stop drinking before she blacked out before all of the fun stuff began, and she held out the bottle and her other hand for the spliff. “Trade?” she suggested, cocking an eyebrow.

isaac-mckinnon:

What hue is? My natural sleek tan hue?

I like it when you forget to put on sunscreen before a Quidditch match and you get sun burnt and I can throw things at you and hit you.

isaac-mckinnon:

I am going for a scruffier look. 
I am simply turning green.

That greenish hue isn’t very becoming.

isaac-mckinnon:

Although I do have a fine mustache, I envy yours. It’s very…fancy.

Mine is thick and luscious.

I can feel your oozing jealousy, McKinnon.

isaac-mckinnon:

Sweet mustache.

I know, right?