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[liesinthesand]

Lysander is incredibly bored. He is wandering aimlessly around the hallways, without his shirt because of Lor's  nargle scare the previous day. He stops to stare at a portrait.

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[meilestray]

*raises a brow at him as she passes by*

Fashion statement, Scamander?

[liesinthesand]

*whips his head around to see who the crap that was*

It's Lovegood.

[meilestray]

Aw, daddy issues?

[liesinthesand]

He died. Last year. Thanks for bringing it up.

Besides, Lovegood is a much cooler name.

[roxalot]

Did you see the nargle Lor said he found?

[liesinthesand]

*shivers slightly with the mention of the nargle*

Obviously. Or I wouldn't be half naked.

[roxalot]

*laughs*

It wasn't in your shirt this time, was it?

[liesinthesand]

*really doesn't want to talk about it*

Please stop, Roxy.

[notmollywobbles]

Ew.

[liesinthesand]

*looks at her and grins*

What Molly? You don't like it?

[notmollywobbles]

No.

Your brother's hotter.

[liesinthesand]

Ergh.

[lotsalore]

*comes to stand beside him, pretending to inspect the portrait as well*

If you're wondering where the paintings went, they're hiding from that horrible tan you're sporting.

[liesinthesand]

((ooc:hahaha zing!))

*shoves him*

Shut up.

[lotsalore]

*nudges him back with his shoulder*

It's January, doofus. Aren't you freezing?

[liesinthesand]

I'm just fine, dingbat. Heating spells, y'know.

[lucyinator]

Mm, where's your shirt?

[liesinthesand]

Don't believe in them, Luce.

At least not when there's nargles around.

[lucyinator]

Did something happen before?

[liesinthesand]

*sighs heavily*

Yes. I'd rather not talk about it.