Who: Cydney Heidegger and Roland Battersby What: Return of clothing, talking. Where: Slytherin Commons When: Um, February 26th. This Post Is: Tag to Roland
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Roland was seated in one of the more heavily cushioned chairs by the fire. He didn't have all the command that Malfoy did, but he was able to make quite a few frightening faces using his facial flexibility, index fingers, and thumbs, and the majority of the first years had been perturbed enough by his antics to find another corner of the Common Room to do whatever it was first year Slytherins did.
He looked up from the fire when he noticed Cydney approaching, and sort of wished that he had a swivel chair so that he might turn and say something like those guys in the books did, all ominously - but alas, he did not, so Roland instead sat still and patted the shirts on the table beside him. "Hello, and here are your shirts. Safe and sound."
Roland paused. "Actually, Goyle got mustard on one of them, but I made him have it cleaned."
He tilted his head, surprised that she was interested. Then again, she was one of the few normal Slytherins. He swore that they took that whole "Slytherin is evil" thing way too seriously. Way to conform, really.
Roland briefly slapped a palm to his forehead at the mention of his sister. "You had to bring her up. She's going to get AIDS and die, I know it." He paused. "Well, not much. Hanging out with the Hufflepuff lesbians, mostly." Roland couldn't stop finding that funny. He supposed that he should stop referring to them as that before someone thought they actually were for, what was it, the third? second? time, but, well, he wouldn't. "You?"
Cydney chuckled. "I'm sure at least two of my older sisters feel the same about me." The twins were a little odd about things like that. And Kat would probably be jealous if she had a better looking boyfriend.
"Mmm. Not much. But I was wondering something..." Raising an eyebrow, Cydney continued, leaning toward him a little. "And I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to enlighten me..."
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He looked up from the fire when he noticed Cydney approaching, and sort of wished that he had a swivel chair so that he might turn and say something like those guys in the books did, all ominously - but alas, he did not, so Roland instead sat still and patted the shirts on the table beside him. "Hello, and here are your shirts. Safe and sound."
Roland paused. "Actually, Goyle got mustard on one of them, but I made him have it cleaned."
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She perched herself on the table and cocked her head at Roland. "So. What have you been up to lately, other than lamenting your sister's love life?"
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He tilted his head, surprised that she was interested. Then again, she was one of the few normal Slytherins. He swore that they took that whole "Slytherin is evil" thing way too seriously. Way to conform, really.
Roland briefly slapped a palm to his forehead at the mention of his sister. "You had to bring her up. She's going to get AIDS and die, I know it." He paused. "Well, not much. Hanging out with the Hufflepuff lesbians, mostly." Roland couldn't stop finding that funny. He supposed that he should stop referring to them as that before someone thought they actually were for, what was it, the third? second? time, but, well, he wouldn't. "You?"
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"Mmm. Not much. But I was wondering something..." Raising an eyebrow, Cydney continued, leaning toward him a little. "And I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to enlighten me..."
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