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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:13 pm
 Well, there was one way. Mattie didn’t think too highly of using it though. Jaye could easily get hooch at just about any time of day to any place he wanted. He had connections. But Mattie was just as Veela as Jaye was. He should be able to charm his way into getting alcohol. Mattie huffed a bit and tucked his scarf in tighter. He’d do it himself. There was no way he was asking his brother to deliver his alcohol to Gryffindor Dorms. Hell no.
“I’ll do it. It shouldn’t be a problem.” Mattie said, eyes locked in a glaring contest with the floor. He didn’t know how exactly he was going to do it, but he would. Starting with the grounds keeper (who he swore was older than the school itself) to the tavern keep. Honestly, it’d help to have a map of the place. Even though he knew the school, he didn’t know all the secret passage-ways. There was a legend that there was some kind of map to everything and everyone, but it was just legend Mattie bet.
An embarrassing hour and a half later, Mattie had two boxes of alcohol on him and was following Marquis into the Gryffindor dorms. Hmph. He wasn’t sure if it was worth getting nearly mauled by the girls in the tavern, but he wanted answers pretty badly. He pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey and handed it to Marquis. “You first.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:34 pm
 In that hour and a half, Marquis was left to ponder why on earth Mattie had suddenly wanted to get drunk. Well, it wasn’t like it wasn’t something Mattie would want to do but... why now? Why today? Perhaps it was post-battle reaction, wanting to get smashed in celebration, and Marquis was going to stick to that. Whatever else would Mattie want them to get smashed for?
So he thought nothing of locking the door behind them – not wanting to get busted with the drink – and settling down on his bed. Amused at Mattie handing him the drink first, Marquis just raised an eyebrow and popped the top. The bite was nasty on his throat, just like last time, but he knew it’d pass the further he got into the bottle, the less it’d sting.
So he rested the bottle on his knee, leaning back, and looked at Mattie.
”What, s’was yer idea, mate.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:41 pm
Two drinks in, and Mattie was still feeling the damn sting in his throat. Augh. That was supposed to go away, wasn’t it? He eyed Marquis. He didn’t seemed to be bothered by it much anymore. He didn’t seem to be bothered by much of anything, in fact. Mattie was sitting on the bed across from Marquis’, so he was able to make eye contact. This was the perfect opportunity to ask.
“Marq. Why did you kiss back?” He meant the djinni, but whatever. He couldn’t be bothered to specify. He took another large swig of firewhiskey. Despite the burn, it was starting to taste oddly appealing. “Do you… Like me, er’ something?” Mattie took another swig. Ah, there. The burn was starting to numb.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:47 pm
He had no idea if Mattie had noticed him do it, but Marquis had started to slow down as he approached the end of his second drink. At his age, with his body size, he knew very well that he was pretty much on the cusp of being completely plastered. So he began sipping, starting to wish they hadn’t skipped dinner. He was going to feel this later.
But of course, his thoughts weren’t this ordered. He laughed over things that really wern’t funny, his eyes were at half-mast and a lazy smile was spread across his face. Completely relaxed, that would be the term. Still, even then, Marquis’ eyes widened just a little bit.
”Well... er.” His words were even more slurred than normal. Without meaning to, a vivid splash of colour had painted itself across his nose. ”Well... er... I thought’it was you... n’all... n’it did... well... feel good... “
Not enough alcohol in his system for this.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:54 pm
That answered his question. Now if only he was sober enough to let it register. Mattie stood up to get another bottle of fire whiskey having downed his second bottle like it was juice. Marquis had kept them next to him, so he toppled his way over, sluggishly dragging himself towards the other boy’s bed. Then, reaching toward the bottles, something else seemed appealing. It was a mixture of impulse and hormones, but Mattie grabbed Marquis’ hand instead.
“Me, hm?” Mattie slurred. He wasn’t quite as drunk as Marquis, but he certainly wasn’t sober. Sober enough to be aware of what he was doing though. He wanted to see how far he could take this. He leaned in and kissed Marquis.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:09 am
Now, fire-whisky came in a bigger bottle than your average bottle of muggle-beer. That’s what Marquis had used last time – he wasn’t a huge fan of the stuff, actually – but this was far better... and kicked in faster. As he sipped at the dregs of his second bottle, he knew if he was going to be walking anywhere he’d look a lot more wobbly than Mattie was looking now. Oh, hey, Mattie was moving! When did that happen?
Even had he wanted to, Marquis couldn’t have moved his hand away fast enough. Mattie was obviously in better control of himself out of the two of them, and the blonde couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him as the other boy loomed over him. He couldn’t tell, later on, whether it was the Veela charm or the alcohol that made him stay put when Mattie kissed him. He knew it was hormones that made him kiss back, leaning back on his hands and shutting his eyes. If Piper ever decided to kiss him again, he’d be able to tell the difference because... well, frankly, Marquis had a feeling this was Mattie’s first kiss. It was wet, a little toothy and rough, but when drunk it was more than good enough. The blonde reached up with one hand, tracing it around Mattie’s neck and into his hair, where he latched on. And tried to deepen the kiss, if Mattie would let him.
Imagine if Jaye walked in on this one. Whooooo-boy!
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 2:11 pm
Mattie’s eyes flew open, and he froze. It all of a sudden seemed to register through the alcohol what this all meant, and what he was doing. Nothing in him was telling him to pull back, though, and that was what scared him the most. The only thought that crossed his mind was, to hell if I'm going to let Marquis dominate the kiss. He didn’t seemed bothered at all by being this intimate with his friend of three years, and rather… liked it. It was a whole new sensation, one Mattie hadn’t really even considered until it had slapped him upside the face.
He pushed himself forward over the smaller boy, letting him deepen the kiss and proceeding to completely take control of it. He my not have known what he was oing, but he was following instinct. Veelan instinct had to count for something, never mind it being saturated with alcohol. Whatever.
He just hoped Marquis was right about no one busting in on them. ‘Cause he wasn’t sure he was going to be stable enough to make it back to his own dorms. Not even once the alcohol’s effect rubbed off.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:40 pm
Marquis wasn’t thinking about people busting in on them right now. In fact, it was probably the furthest thing from his mind, what with Mattie hovering over him with his tongue down his throat. Anyway, he’d locked the door, so what were the chances. It seemed, though, that the Veela charm was starting to seep its way into the alcohol, because Marquis wasn’t happy like this. No, with his hand still woven into Mattie’s hair, Marquis let himself flop back onto the bed and tugged the other boy after him... on top of him. Regular Marquis might have stopped there, embarrassed, but drunk and charmed Marquis? Oh no. He let his hands wander, I’ll let you imagine where but it was mostly around Mattie’s neck and back,
Of course, at some point, the two needed to breath. Marquis didn’t let up on his death-grip on Mattie’s shirt though, continuing to peck the other boy before he nuzzled his face into Mattie’s neck, and continued there. Funny, like this, Mattie’s weight didn’t seem nearly as heavy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 3:46 pm
Mattie was hit with the sunlight as well as an imaginary bludger to the face when he opened his eyes. He groaned and tried to roll over but was stopped. His arm was in the way. What’s more, it was wrapped around something. Someone. Mattie went cold, memory suddenly flooding back and making the headache that currently resided in his head explode. He dared to open his eyes just a sliver and his worst fears were confirmed. It was Marquis. He hadn’t managed to get back to the Slytherin dorms after all. Mattie quickly checked to see if he was wearing pants. Thankfully, he was at least, half clothed. Missing a t-shirt. He’d have to get that back quickly.
It was going to be difficult to explain, but Mattie needed to leave now. He didn’t have time to wait for Marquis to wake up. He needed to be back in his dorms before his brother found him missing. That would be disastrous beyond anything else he could imagine. Mattie carefully tried to unwrap himself from the smaller boy and dig under the empty bottles for his shirt. Found it.
He threw it on, shoved his shoes on, and took a minute to see straight again. Damn headache. He had a feeling it was going to be even worse when Marquis woke up and shared his through the magic of those damn bracelets. Mattie found his jacket and threw it on, once again not bothering to find the scarf. He’d leave it as more of an apology this time around. He thought about waking Marquis, then shook his head (immediately regretting it). He didn’t know what to do yet. Getting back to his dorms was more important. They could still be just friends for all Mattie knew. Might’ve just been the liquor.
Mattie trudged his way back to the Slytherin dorms, threw the password at the painting, and slid into his dorm room. He collapsed on his own bed and buried himself under his covers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 6:22 pm
Marquis had woken up as soon as Mattie left the bed. Perhaps it was the shifting weight that bothered him, perhaps the loss of a warm body next to him, or maybe it was the sack of wet cement that bludgeoned its way into his head. Whatever the case, his thoughts came back to him relatively easily: he hadn’t drunk so much that he didn’t remember what had happened – on the contrary, he remembered rather well once Mattie had moved out of charming range – but like Mattie he just didn’t know how to deal with it right now. So he stayed perfectly still, facing away from the other boy as he shuffled out of the room, and only letting out a quiet groan once he’d heard the door shut behind me. Christ, what a god-awful mess. How’d he let that happen? Was that what Mattie meant to happen when he brought in the alcohol? Thinking too much was making his head hurt, and although it had to be some ungodly hour of the morning, Marquis just knew he had to get up. If he stayed in bed like this, thinking about it, he was going to go insane and march down to the Slytherin dorms to demand some answers.
Not a good idea, at this hour. And with this headache. Thankfully, there was something he could do about it. If Mattie had stayed just another five minutes, Marquis would have helped him out too, but it was alone that the blonde tottered out of bed and towards his trunk, coping with the hangover vertigo. The locks seemed far too difficult for him in this state, and it was only after about five minutes of fiddling that the boy got his trunk open and had found what he was looking for. It was a motley coloured potion, but despite the unappealing looks Marquis wasted no time in popping the top and taking a good, long swig. Ick. It wasn’t pleasant to the pallet either, but as soon as it gurgled down Marquis’ throat the blonde sagged a little in relief as the pounding headache began to subside. Thank youuuuu, Zach. It wasn’t completely gone, there was always some penalty for excess after all, but enough to function on a normal level again. Anything Mattie would have been feeling from Marquis’ end would have vanished immediately, but a vein of throbbing pain still leaked through from his end. Serves him right, thought Marquis, a mite grumpy: Mattie was always running like that, what the hell was he meant to think?
No, no thinking about it now. Marquis turned back to his room, quickly spelled the empty bottles down to the rubbish bins in the kitchen, and made short work of hiding the remaining alcohol. There was bound to be a house party or something later he could pull it out for. It was far too early for breakfast, so this left Marquis with an hour to kill before he could eat, then bury himself in class work. So Marquis tugged on a pair of trackies and a stray t-shirt, and promptly got out of the castle to take himself for a run. It would likely be hell for Mattie, on the other end, but right now the blonde didn’t care. He’d be missing until breakfast.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:40 pm
A sharp allegro scattered through the room as her heels rapped against the chair-leg. They were lethally spiked boots, tips dipped in metal, and the sort men either feared or fantasised about. Tight around the calves they stretched upwards into an even more form-fitting pair of leather pants, attached to a woman. The woman’s eyes were dropped, lazy, and her plump lips opened into a gaping yawn that she didn’t bother to hide with a dainty hand.
”It’s too slow.” A simplistic, heavy statement. The men, anonymous in the shadowy hall, seemed to shuffle back. The woman’s legs came hurtling over the armrest of her chair, meeting the floor with a sharp clack. ”Everything, it’s too slow. We haven’t even made the news yet. Not even the gossip pages!”
A pause. ”And can someone turn on the lights in here? A flurry of footsteps ended with the hall being flooded in harsh, fluorescent light. She didn’t even flinch, just looking at the assortment of pure-blooded nobles in front of her. What a useless lot: So sure of themselves, so amusingly arrogant and yet so willing to fall into line with some renegade who hinted at power. Pride, she decided, was their main pitfall: they wanted to be the best, and she stroked their egos and promised they would be. She really wasn’t the sort to encourage the culling of ‘lesser’ wizards – in all honesty, the inbreeding in this mob was almost palpable – but you never got anywhere by being honest in the dictating game.
”We need to do something. Not just embezzling funds or that hoity-toity s**t you’ve been doing. Useful, yes, but overall a small part of the game. We need to make... a statement.”
“Killing mudbloods, m’lady?”
Her eyes narrowed sharply. Honestly, was this their answer to everything? Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood. There was some obsession with blood, here.
”Oh yes, that will work splendidly.” Sarcasm dripped like oil over the words. ”Lets all just randomly kill people with mixed blood, that’ll show how organised and well-thought out we are. Idiot!”
She sagged back into the chair, thumb and forefinger pinched on the bridge of her nose. ”I want Hogwarts. Hostage situation. We can’t go straight in though, that castle’s a nightmare. Someone infiltrate as a teacher, or something? I want info, numbers and a layout if you can get it.” Nobody moved. ”Well ******** hop to it already!”
They scattered again, and Vanessa sighed. Honestly. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:00 pm
Mattie cringed an sat himself down slowly at the breakfast table. He felt like he’d aged five years in the course of one headache. He didn’t really want to know why it had felt like someone had decided to take a hammer to it about fifteen minutes into trying to sleep it off in the Slytherin dorms. He had a suspicion it was something from Marquis’ end, but didn’t really feel up to confrontation. He apparently had class today. Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Hogwarts myth said that no teacher ever lasted more than a year teaching that course; from resignation, from trauma, from death. Mattie thought it was utter bull s**t the teachers all decided to go in on to scare the seriousness of the Dark Arts into the students. Whatever. His family was one of the higher ranking purebloods; he might as well be the freakin’ Dark Arts. As far as Mattie was concerned, the gun Marquis had was still far cooler than anything he’d seen his dad cast on any of his ‘clientele.’ More effective, too.
Mattie picked at a grape in his hands, peeling off the skin. He squished the remainders. He hated grapes. Mattie sunk down to lay his head down on the table. He was really starting to hate sunlight too. And shaving. It was too troublesome. He’d gotten quite a few looks from all the prim and proper Slytherins when he’d stumbled out of the common room looking like he was… well. Hungover. But Mattie didn’t care. Hell, he wasn’t hungry. And he wasn’t going to deal with this dramatic bull s**t. He just wanted to go sleep. He was going to skip class.
Gruffly, he shoved off from his spot at the table, and turned towards the courtyard. No need to avoid his usual. Teachers didn’t dare mess with a damn de’Medici. Hmph. Mattie huddled in his scarf, practically hissing at the sunlight when it hit him, and walking in the general direction of his dorm. Gods, he wanted to sleep. Why the hell did he think drinking was a good idea? Why the hell didn’t he just stay drunk? Mattie’s scowl was deeper than ever as he stomped his way along the halls.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:10 pm
The previous Defence against the Dark Arts teacher had lasted half a year, before ‘mysteriously’ disappearing. Bacio knew exactly where their bones were, and couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she clunked down the corridors towards her class. It had been pathetically easy to overcome the man, for all his book-learning his actual abilities were incredibly poor. There had been no need for magic, even! A simple blow to the head, some mind-messing, and then ending the poor idiot’s life. Easily done, and she got her kicks out of it while working. Work! Ah, Vanessa knew what she was doing here, what was work without the fun? Nothing more fun that a dead body and terrorising students.
It was her second week here, and she was heading towards the one class she had yet to take: The Slytherin and Gryffindor third years. This house business, it was a real waste of time in her opinion. The personality didn’t matter, the drive did. Sure, it was all very well to be sneaky or honourable but what did it matter if you did nothing with it? Bah, like it mattered. They’d have this place taken over in the month, and then they’d see what they could do with these young minds. It would be gooooood times.
Speaking of young minds, her eyes had caught a glimpse of the younger de’Medici kid. She’d met that Jaye guy earlier – highly entertaining, his screeching as she’d let loose a swarm of imps into the classroom – and she could tell at a glance that Mattie was made from completely different stuff. No matter.
”Mr de’Medici!” The other teachers had told her he hated being called that, so naturally... ”I’m rather sure class is in the opposite direction, mm?”
It wasn’t a request. With a quick flick of the wand, the boy would find himself paralysed and hovering ten centimetres or so off the ground, quite unable to get free. Even with his naturally larger size, Bacio leered up at him. ”How about we head off over there now, mm? We don’t want to be late!”
Yeah. It was going to be a long day for Mattie.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:17 pm
He’d missed breakfast, but even with the hangover potion Marquis was rather sure he wouldn’t be able to keep any food down that morning. The run had done him good; the rhythmic pace and brisk, autumn air had brought a healthy flush to his cheeks and blown out the cobwebs from the night before. Unfortunately, it did little to help with his raging thoughts. What was Mattie thinking? That was two nights in a row he’d gone and kissed him, out of the blue, and both times he’d just run! What on earth was Marquis meant to make of it? Gods, thinking was a curse, and no matter how much Marquis tried to stop the thought train, it’s breaks were broken and it was heading helter-skelter towards the broken tracks and a fiery, painful end.
A shower had helped, a little, and Marquis had somehow made it to the Defence class before Mattie did. Aside from looking a little sleepy, the boy seemed rather peppered up for someone who had been drunk the night before. Cheeks brushed with colour, hair drying and out for a change, Marquis made sure to plonk down onto a desk with one of his house-mates, rather than traditionally waiting for Mattie to sit down first. He just wasn’t sure he could deal with it right now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:09 pm
Mattie was shocked when a teacher even had the intestine to talk to him normally. Confront him? This was unheard of. This chick was tiny. And in his way. Mattie just ignored her and kept walking. Probably on some sort of newbie’s bet that if she reprimanded him into class she’d get a ******** gold star or something. He scowled and grumbled into his scarf.
What the ********, why was he not on the floor anymore?
Mattie’s eyes went wide, and he snarled a something fierce down at the teacher. “Put me down.” The or else was left to be heavily implied. Mattie’s glare was something else when he really was legitimately pissed off, and with a throbbing headache, it left the average man pissing his pants. But Mattie had a feeling a good kick in the face might be in need for this chick. He didn’t give her the satisfaction of a “yes ma’am” or anything of the sort. Instead he purposefully bumped into her justa little too hard on his way past towards class.
Oh yes, Mattie was a bully. And a very pissed one. He didn’t like being called ‘de’Medici’.
Of course seeing Marquis sitting next to someone else just made him scowl even more. There was only one desk left and it was completely empty. He was sitting by himself. Whatever. He wouldn’t have to deal with some horrendous fanclub.
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