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keeplaggen (keeplaggen) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-05-11 02:31:00

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char: cormac mclaggen, char: katie bell

Who: Cormac and Katie
When: Tuesday Night
Where: The Three Broomsticks
What: An Unexpected Drinking Partner

Cormac had been bored out of his mind. Not even the upcoming game could keep his attention. There were days he hated playing with a bunch of Slytherins. They were moodier than a bunch of woman on the rag. Hell, if he wanted to deal with that he'd go to a women's group or something on the day their cycles synced up. There was tension with Warrington, there was tension with Flint, there was tension with Pucey, hell there was tension between Flint and Pucey. Personally, he was really glad he wasn't Warrington. Getting stuck in the middle of that was not a place he'd consider to be safe. Sure, Warrington and Clint had that whole homoerotic whatever going on (which, if he was honest, sort of got tiresome after a while) but Pucey was still just as much a part of the trio. Needless to say ... uncomfortable. That's what the locker room had been when he'd left practice.

The very fact that he was still thinking about it annoyed him. He'd gone home, showered, and headed out for the night and yet he was sitting there worrying about shit that really wasn't all that important. He would have preferred to take one of the boys with him on his regular trip out to Hogsmeade, but Drew was still pissy, Geoff was busy with their case, and Ken ... well, who the fuck knew where Ken was. He had a tendency to disappear for days on end. What the guy got up to, Cormac didn't know but he wasn't about to ask and find out either. Instead, he'd found himself sitting at his favourite spot at the bar of The Three Broomsticks, flirting horribly with a flushing Madam Rosmerta. It was almost a tradition after all this time. He was mostly full of shit and she was well aware after years of putting up with his drunk arse.

When all else failed, it always seemed like home ... of course, every time he was there he ended up three sheets to the wind and his accent slipped out. Scotland was home. He still didn't really even know why he lived in England. A waste, really.

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mynameiskatie
2011-05-11 07:26 am UTC (link)

Katie had to get out of London... away from, well, everything really. It hurt. All the stuff Adrian had said to her. The names, everything that he called her. Calling her a slut, telling her that her mother was a whore, that she was nothing more than a mistake and a waste of space and that she wasn't worth knowing and not even her father thought that. She felt like she'd been sliced open and he just kept rubbing the salt into the wounds and it was just so... painful and exhausting that she couldn't even handle thinking about. She'd cried. He had made her cry. Not only that, she'd cried in the shower, she'd cried after practice in the shower. She just- had cried and it hurt. Not to mention the whole sleeping with Marcus thing. He'd slept with her in his arms, made her breakfast, and kissed her goodbye, telling her that he'd see her later and... nothing. She hadn't quite expected to mean much to him but he hadn't even talked to her.

Sighing, Katie pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks, coming back to Hogsmeade when she was feeling out of sorts was kind of something she did. It made her feel... well, like she was home and though she'd had a hard time coming back to the Three Broomsticks after being cursed and put under the Imperius curse, she'd gotten over that.

She caught sight of a familiar, broad back and smiled, walking over and sitting down next to Cormac, resting her head on his shoulder. They'd been the same year in school and he'd always been a bit of a poncy git but she still loved him to pieces. "Hi," she said, flatly.

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keeplaggen
2011-05-11 07:45 am UTC (link)

When a body took the seat beside him, he'd started to turn but knew who it was before his eyes landed on her. Katie Bell. One of the biggest pains in his arse to ever walk the planet ... but also one of the few people he could honestly respect. It wasn't hard to tell there was something wrong with her. First off, she was leaning on him like she needed it to keep upright and second, she normally had much more emotion in her voice.

Glancing back to Madam Rosmerta, he offered her a cheeky grin and a shrug. "Sorry, Rosie, but my girl calls," he teased, knowing the woman honestly didn't mind him turning his attention to Katie. She'd probably be able to get more work done now that he was going to leave her alone. Turning his attention back to Katie, he snaked an arm around Katie's waist and took a drink of his ale, waiting for her to talk. He knew she wouldn't until she wanted to ... of course, his patience wasn't all that it could be.

"So ... are you going to tell me why you're rocking the "someone just ran over my dog" look?" he asked, his arm still around her, letting her continue to lean against him.