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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 1, 2006 0:40:09 GMT -5
'Have fun with your hang-over,' jeered Seth, wrinkling his nose. It was becoming easier to be callous to this girl. She was being a git anyway. She deserved a hang-over, he thought viciously, leering at her. A million hang-overs and then a nice, long trip to the Muggle church where the old bloke would make her confess everything and hail whoever Mary was. She hadn't seemed to have taken the hint yet. He sighed. What did it take to get rid of a girl these days? Usually he had no problem with it. They always ran of crying or hexed him before stalking off angrily.
'By the way, if you ever do get the urge to go drinking again, I'd suggest you don't do it in the bloody lake. I'm sure the giant squid wouldn't mind a taste of Odgen's firewhiskey every once in a while.'
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Post by marie on Oct 3, 2006 20:16:14 GMT -5
"Oh yes, because a hang-over brings me so much joy." Lily answered sarcastically, the anger in her tone evident as well as the rage that was boiling up inside of her. How much she wanted to curse him. How much she wanted to curse him into oblivion, more like it. Her hand itched to dart to her wand and just hex him on the spot, but she resisted. She may be a Potter, but she wasn't reckless. She actually had some bone to her and wasn't affected by the tiniest insult.
"What the hell do you want from me?" She asked, though she wasn't sure if it was towards Silver or herself as she put her head in her hands, rubbing her temples. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She was stuck in fancy with someone who she was sure probably didn't fancy her back yet she couldn't get him out of her head. Sighing deeply, she ran her fingers through her red hair, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy who was feet away from her and who she was desperately and head-over-heels in fancy with, though she didn't know why.
He was a prat. A complete and total jerk. Why the hell did she fancy him? He was nothing special. His entertainment was her misery. Freakin' bullocks. Glancing up at him, she shook her head, her eyes closed, as if she couldn't make up her mind, which she really couldn't, at least not in her condition.
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Post by Seth Silver on Oct 3, 2006 20:44:29 GMT -5
'Want from you?' Seth asked, incredulous. His eyebrows were in danger of disappearing under a thick lock of black hair; he had no idea what the girl meant. He rarely wanted anything from another person. Perhaps some materialistic object or other, but Seth's brief infatuations with such things could hardly be considered want. He chewed his lip, unaware of the fact that the bottom had begun to swell rather gloriously, turning a deep red. 'I want yeer fecking face out of me sight, but it don't seem like I'm getting that anytime soon or nowt ... Give me a bit of firewhisky, will ye? I'm dead tired on me feet sitting with you.'
He scratched absently at the ground, carving words into the dirt with a black-stained finger. The mater would kill him if she saw his hands in such a state. Fingernails a filthy great mess and all. He smirked at the thought, sure to get an extra scoop of dirt beneath his thumbnail.
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Post by marie on Oct 14, 2006 10:50:18 GMT -5
Lily sat on the ground still, rocking back and forth slightly, and looking a total mess. But, what could she do? She just realized now that she was in love with Seth Silver. She didn't just fancy him....but she loved him. A stray tear escaped her eye and gracefully slid down her cheek. Why was she even crying? There was no point in crying and it forcefully reminded her of the dumb Muggle children in the stores who whine at the Mums for everything. She really wasn't that for she hated crying, thinking it only showed weakness. Glancing up at Seth as his voice brought her thoughts to a complete halt, she sighed.
"Sure....why not? It's not like I'm going to drink anymore of that shit." She muttered, handing over the last bottle of Firewhiskey she had. And good riddance to that stuff! She glared at the bottle before looking back at the ground. Though she felt some compelling force make her glance up at Seth and just stare into his eyes. She was shocked to find that something other than anger lay behind his eyes....there was also concern. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, sure she had just imagined that emotion to be behind the Slytherin's eyes.
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Post by Seth Silver on Oct 16, 2006 16:26:57 GMT -5
After a few healthy swigs, Seth was suddenly struck with the hilarity of this situation. Potter - Harry Potter's daughter - fancied him - Seth Silver, a Death Eater's bastard. He chuckled into the bottle and came out spluttering, firewhiskey dripping from his chin. What did a Gryffindor (she was Gryffindor, wasn't she?) possibly see in him? He was King of the Fools, the idiot of the Slytheirn house, or so they told him. If there was a reason Seth was in Slytherin, it was lost on his housemates. He could be foul enough, had ambition, however misplaced it may be. He was clever, although it was disguised very well. He was Oione's fan club, according to some, incapable of making his own decisions. What was attractive in that, especially to a Gryffindor (or whatever the hell she was)?
'Ah, me timbers, but ye'll be wantin' fer whiskey by th' time ye get yeerself back t', er, Gryffindor Tower, won't ye.' He paused, glancing at her and wondering if he'd gotten her house correctly or not. Oh, well. Wasn't as if it mattered any, was it? Layering his accent thick (in the hope Potter might be turned off from the thick brogue), Seth said quickly, 'McGonagall'll be breathin' down yeer feckin' neck if ye don't get yeerself back t' th' tower soon enough, so she will. Weren't she head o' Gryffindor or soomink, one time? Or were that Flitwick? Ah, I dunno. 'twas soom'un, though, weren't it?'
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 5:57:48 GMT -5
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