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Tweak says, "ET, stop slacking. Phone home!"

skeet (classless) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-16 00:54:00

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adrian pucey, daphne greengrass

WHO: Adrian Pucey and Daphne Greengrass-Potter
WHEN: Tuesday, July 1, 2002 (at 6 o'clock!)
WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron
WHAT: Adrian needs moral (*snicker*) support
RATING: PG-13 for language, I'm sure
STATUS: Closed/In Progress

Though he'd tried playing it off as though he didn't care too much for their little meeting, Adrian really was in desperate need of the company. The fact that the legislation had just been enforced several weeks ago was bad enough-- but now the fucks at the Ministry had paired him off with Millicent Bulstrode, of all sodding people. Of course, he was saved by the fact that they weren't mandated to live with one another or consummate the marriage, and that she had opted to not take on his last name.

But still, in the very near future, they'd actually be related to one another. Only as a legal formality, but still. The very idea of it all made him cringe. Made him drink, too. Something he'd done very well to stay away from until the events of last night.

"Stupid fucking cow," he muttered, then slid his glass forward for another much-needed refill as he waited for Daphne to show.

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classless
2008-07-21 04:50 am UTC (link)

"She might be a cow, but she's a cow with money. And I don't mind taking advantage of that, if anything. You've done enough for me, even if you're flat was fucking depressingly empty."

He shook his head at her offer to take up her parent's residence in Paris; a bit odd for him, considering he'd never rejected any sort of charity before. He'd never been the poster boy for self-sufficiency, having only worked a few odd jobs in his teens-- none of which lasted over several weeks or provided decent wages. And when he wasn't working, he didn't really do anything at all. Took advtange of his mother's constant and unconditional support and used the money to indulge in some of his not-so-admirable habits, as well as a bit of an investment in some petty peddling.

So, needless to say, it wasn't in his nature to turn down monetary support, especially when there were no strings attached. Taking money from Daphne was different. Plenty of peers (and adults as well) had already deemed him lowly and pathetic, and while he honestly didn't give a whit about anyone else's regard for him, Daphne was different. Annoyingly so.

"Fuck, at this point, I could honestly take a civil-partnership. Given that it wouldn't be either Flint or Malfoy, of course. Mum might throw herself off the roof of the building, though. Millicent might as well be a fucking saint in her eyes, a way back into the fucking snotty little pureblood social circles. It's fucking stupid, and I hope Caractacus just keeps writing her off anyway. Probably will."

Finishing the last of his umpteenth drink, he turned his head just so, regarding her with a bit of skepticism and disbelief as she casually brought up what life might've been like had they been paired off together instead.

"You fucking nutter, that would've been perfect. Granted you're bi-polar and half of what you say doesn't make any sense, but I think we get along decently. We are right now anyway, right?"

He then turned to face the front of the bar, nudging his glass forward for yet another refill. "Not that it matters anymore. Fucking Potter-- you would've thought that Shacklebolt would've granted him some sort of scarheaded hero immunity to the fuck, and then he might be exempt from the legislation."

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