queen susan. (suzze) wrote in caged, @ 2013-10-31 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-10, [ log ], lance wolverhampton, susan bones |
WHO: Lance Wolverhampton and Susan Bones.
WHAT: Smut and murder. Susan threatens to assassinate Lance and they discuss the weather in Slytherin.
WHEN: Backdated to Tuesday, 29 October
WHERE: Wherever Chess Club happens.
WARNINGS: Language.
STATUS: Complete.
"Motherfucker I need to piss like a race horse.” With that pronouncement, Susan’s chess partner (a fifth year) abandoned their match and darted out the door. Susan let out an exaggerated sigh and looked towards Lance, who was using Spello-tape to patch up the board a Hufflepuff had wrenched in half upon their third checkmate of the afternoon. She gave him her most pathetic look in hopes that it’d beckon him over. For a Slytherin, he wasn’t half bad and honestly he was her favorite part of these meetings. Plus, she wanted to show him how she’d taught her pieces to trick or treat on top of learning to dance. Lance had been keeping an eye on Susan, as he always did when she played someone who was still learning chess. Only this afternoon had he finally convinced Ruth Egg that he didn't have a secret rulebook explaining how to make the pieces do ninja moves, an idea she could have only picked up from one person. Under Susan's plaintive stare he gave up on the board he was fixing and stood up. "Alright, bad influence, I see you're short a player." He crossed the room to her table and sat down. "Any new house rules?" Susan grinned. “I finally taught my pieces to do the Thriller dance. I’d show you but then I’d have to kill you, and it’s a bad day for an assassination. Do you want to just take over her game? I’m the royal pieces, you’re the little guys.” "Oh, good," said Lance, trying to look serious. It wasn't nearly as much of a chore to play with Susan as he pretended. He took in the board, his eyes catching on a small stack of pawns wavering back and forth. "I see this new set is more gymnastically inclined than the old one. What's she doing here, is this Superpawn again or are they just trying to get a better look into the fortress you've built over there?" “No no no,” Susan shook her head in mock disappointment. “You can’t tell? They’re sitting on each others shoulders because they made it to the other side of the board and back. That’s what you do--oh right, I did tell you that was Superpawn, didn’t I?” It was hard for Susan to keep track of all the moves she made up on the spot. “Aren’t they so cute?” She patted one on the head. “So, Lancy-lot, how are you? You didn’t get too wet the other day, did you?” "That is nice. Most people don't let their pieces celebrate these things. Superpawn to D7." The bottom pawn heaved a great sigh and began shuffling forward. "No, I put waterproofing charms on most of my things back in first year. It seemed like a good investment of time. I forgot to do it to one of my ties this year, though, and it was hopelessly waterlogged for at least three minutes." Susan’s mouth nearly dropped open. Was that sarcasm she detected? From a Slytherin. Rather than lose her cool, though, she merely raised an eyebrow. “Three minutes? That must’ve been tough. Prince Timberlake to D7.” "Well, that's what you get when you're not obsessively scrupulous." Prince Timberlake pounced on Superpawn and smashed four of its members before the others trudged off the board in defeat. Lance winced. "I thought they'd put up more of a fight." He paused. "Strange accident, though." “Yeah, strange,” she repeated, suddenly feeling guilty. She left her eyes on Prince Timberlake who looked as if he was about to topple over. She did feel guilty about what happened. She hadn’t really given it much thought beyond “this is what the DA needs.” So, while she didn’t exactly regret her actions, she wasn’t without guilt. “I am sorry, though, about the inconvenience. It must be hard to be in Slytherin sometimes.” Lance snorted and shrugged. "Only sometimes," he muttered. "I--" Before he could say anything more, Susan's partner had returned with a look that said Lance better move. "I'm back. By that, I don't mean I'm not here I mean I'm here and BY GOD I LOOK WEIRD." |