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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:05 pm
*Whistles from the side of the pitch, raising a hand to flash an offensive gesture at the Gryffindor team* Oy, piss-ants, havin' a tea party? Where's your knitting? Left it at home with Mummy?
*Points at Jamie* You're dead.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:13 pm
*Snarls as he leaps up from his comfortable sprawl on the grass, seizing his wand and gesturing it at Goyle* Oh yeah? Come say it to my face, you leather-clad wanker!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:15 pm
*Grins viciously as he begins to trot across the field, brandishing his own wand* Alright.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:17 pm
o___o;;;
Oh s**t. *Scrambles quickly behind Clay*
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:57 am
Devlin, usually easy and eager to fight, sprung up a few moments after Jamie. His remaining cookies were flung into the grass, where they would likely remain to be consumed by worms and insects. Devlin had a grin on his face and looked more eager than anything else, like a kitten that had a mouse but didn't really know where to begin with it.
"Mess with him and I'll transfigure your balls into brass doorknockers so fast, you'll turn around and ask 'Who's there?!'"
He turned his head a moment to look at Jamie, and gave him a vaguely 'wtf' look as he saw his retreat. "Hey, c'mon, what are you doing back there, mate?"
Just as quickly he turned back to Goyle, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. "Speaking of mums, how many cows didja have to kill to make those pants? Or did your Mum just shed her skin and make 'em herself?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:07 pm
*Pauses for a moment because his mother is dead and what kind of witty response can you make out of that? Scowls and shifts his wand towards Devlin instead* Quick to stand up for your little boyslut of a friend, aren't you, Wildsmith? What's with you lot? Have any of you even tried women?
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:13 pm
*Lingering beneath the stadium bleachers as he watches the tension rising on the field; steps out of the minimal shadows with an arm draped over his face, looking rather bored* Corvus, let them have their tea party.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:14 pm
*Arches an eyebrow at Corvus, all chill as he stands his ground in front of Jamie. His inner wolf was all sorts of happy at being the strong protector. He really hoped he wouldn't get an alpha complex, but with his pack- With his team he did feel it flaring up*
From the smell of it you haven't, mate.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:25 pm
"Have you ever tried shutting your face?" Was Devlin's own 'witty' comeback. He didn't know about Corvus's mum and even if he did know about his or any mums, he'd probably forget and insult their mums anyways, because he had a rather bad memory for that sort of thing.
Devlin growled at the accusation. Damn, how many chicks did he need to say he'd felt up before people'd believe him? gonk
"Oi! Another one?" He glanced to the edge of his vision at Vambre before turning his attention back to Corvus, and laughed at Clay's comment, perking up again and shifting on his feet in anticipation. " What do you want with Jamie anyways, asshat?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:45 pm
What he wants *slides up behind Corvus with feline grade, drawing his hands across Corvus's upper arms and grasping them to prevent him from flying at Devlin* is competition. But as Potter spends more time with that bat up his arse than practicing, that doesn't seem likely. *Smirks*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:47 pm
*Watching Clay with narrowed eyes, ignoring both Vambre and Devlin as they bicker*
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 2:51 pm
You know this whole conversation is slander.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:02 pm
"Competition? What kind?" Devlin bounced rythmically from foot to foot, as if he was a boxer. He grinned to himself- 'Quidditch competition? Moehawk guy didn't stand a chance against Jamie if that was it!' He thought loyally.
Of course Jamie was still hiding behind Clay. gonk What was up with that? Slander? Why was Jamie being all 'talky talk' when it was much more fun to 'walky walk?'
"What? Jamie... you're not really afraid of this guy, are you? I mean... look at them... they're hugging. " Devlin pointed to the two in exasperation, ignoring the fact that Vambre was holding Corvus back.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:06 pm
I'm not afraid of him *defensive* he's just big and not very attractive.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 3:08 pm
*Continues to watch Corvus, narrowing his eyes. A growl almost rumbled out of his chest, but he cut it off*
Vambre, don't you have a first year to drug? I totally appreciate the obvious loyalty between you and Corvus here, but.. I'm almost certain he wants the s**t he started to be finished.
I think I can oblige that. Seeing as I don't know what other competition you lot could be talking about. We sorta beat your arses into the ground during that last match.
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