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August 18th, 2009

[Aug. 18th, 2009|09:49 pm]
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Who: Lucius and Draco Malfoy
What: Awkward Family Interaction
Where: Malfoy Manor (southwestern corner of the gardens)
When: Today
Warnings: TBA

Draco suspected absently that he didn't taste right to them. )
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:07 pm]


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WHO: Verity & Fred!!
WHAT: Verity is bored as ass (assuming ass is boring, of course)
WHERE: Verity's flat!
WHEN: (damn, I was hoping I could start all these with Verity) Tuesday evening!
WARNINGS/RATINGS/STATUS: This thread may be too osm for you/PG13 for now?/Ongoing!

Dotting the period at the end of her sentence, Verity grinned to herself almost unconsciously even though she knew whatever Fred was going to respond with it wasn't going to be the deceleration of love she would've liked. She shook her head and ran a hand through her short hair, tugging at the ends. Maybe what she needed was change.

A party would be good, depending on who threw it, it might help expand her social circle, such as it was. With the party idea, of course, came the added bonus of presents for her birthday. And presents were never bad. Eyeing her journal, she tossed it aside and grabbed her wand, accioing a beer from the kitchen and uncapping it. She took a long swig and pulled a face.

She'd never liked the taste of beer, it was all bitter and fizzy but not the good kind of fizzy. She preferred sweeter drinks and conversely, straight drinks: vodka and tequila and the like. But she'd never been good at mixing drinks and it was sort of depressing to sit alone at home and knock back vodka shots.

Sighing melodramatically, she leaned back against the cushions of the couch and tried to mentally contemplate if she had enough cash on her to justify ordering takeaway. She'd found enough to pay for an entrée or two appetizers when a knock sounded at her door.

She paused, momentarily wondering if she'd become psychic and ordered food with the power of her mind. The knock came again and she pushed herself up. "I'm coming," she hollered, making her way to the door.
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