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Title: Tipsy Eagle
Prompt: 015. Night
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,213
Characters: Marishka Lestrange, Rostislav Lestrange, Magenta Comstock, Adelaide Slytherin, Briallen Lestrange, Rosalie Lestrange, Astoria Greengrass
Summary: Magenta gets invited to a party with the Slytherins.
Notes/Warnings:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
"We're having a party," Marishka informed her twin, stepping up in front of him in the crowded hall. She did not seem to mind the people forced to filter around her or the occasional hand on her side, which Rostislav did his absolute best to ignore. The last time he had told someone to stop touching his sister she had told him to stop breathing and he was still not fully certain that she had not meant it. "In the common room tonight."
"Brilliant," Rostislav replied, "why do I care?" Sometimes it was fun to watch the antics his housemates got up to, he had gotten a few interesting paintings out of it, but most of the time he preferred to avoid the noisy gatherings. Too many people and too much alcohol... it also seemed just wrong to watch his grandmother getting drunk. Though he was not sure if it was her getting drunk or seeing that she could drink more than Marishka that was actually worse...
Marishka reached up and tapped a finger against his chest. "Because you're going to be there this time."
"I am?"
"You are. And you're bringing Magenta with you." Rostislav started to say something but his twin's eyes lit up and she reached out to grab the arm of a passing student. "Speak of the devil. Magenta, my brother wanted to ask you something." Marishka stepped away and left Magenta in her place before going along with the crowd, leaving Rostislav alone with the bemused looking Ravenclaw.
Rostislav reached up to rub at his neck. "Want to come to a party with me tonight?"
Rostislav rolled his eyes as he listened to Lucius relay yet again how he had only just caught the Snitch ahead of Cho during the last match. Quidditch was fine, but some of his housemates seemed a little too obsessed with it. Most notably the Malfoys. And he was not near drunk enough to actually take part in the conversation when Rodolphus joined in telling about a Bludger he took to the side of his head and Bellatrix started laughing about it. Never drunk enough to watch my parents act like they hate each other. Not that they acted very different now, being out of Azkaban and more than a little crazy because of it, but still. He never wanted to say anything that might negate his and Marishka's existence. And he had spent enough time with the boys - one thing he had learned was that Bellatrix never fit into exactly the group she was supposed to - he could go rescue Magenta from his female housemates without getting glared at.
But as he neared the couches where his sister, the Mirrors, Druella, Astoria and Adelaide had clustered he was surprised to hear Magenta giggling. She giggles? For some reason he could not recall having heard her make that particular sound before, nor had he seen her cheeks that shade of pink. Then he noticed the glass in her hand, complete with a neon pink straw, and felt the need to rub at his forehead. The last time that he had seen those straws it had involved a scene that he had done his best to forget because it had involved his sister and Blaise - who was luckily nowhere in sight. Rostislav did not trust that boy around Marishka.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked Magenta, leaning in behind her to sniff at the drink she had almost finished. His eyes watered and he glared accusingly at the too-innocent looking Adelaide. "What have you been giving my girlfriend?"
Adelaide smiled. "Just firewhiskey."
"The first was vodka," the Mirrors interjected, both sounding exactly the same even with a slur to their voices. That was almost unnerving.
Magenta's eyes were a little glazed when she tilted her head back to smile at Rostislav, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. "You're a dear, but you don't need to worry."
"We've been very nice," Astoria informed him. "We just want her to tell what she did to get you to do all that for her."
"She's his favorite artist," Marishka chimed in, smirking at Rostislav. "He's always been quite fascinated with her work and when we came here and he saw that she was here, well... I think he lost his little artist heart. He even tried writing a poem but it was rather terrible." Her drink went flying as Rostislav vaulted over the couch and she bolted for the steps leading to the girls dormitories, managing to reach them just a step ahead of him. She stood a few up and stuck her tongue out at him. "I was telling the truth too!" she shouted over his head at Magenta, trilling her fingers at him before turning and going up around the curve.
"You get back down here and face me like a-" Rostislav's shouting stopped when he felt arms slide around his waist. He turned and looked down at Astoria, confused as he removed her hands. "I think you're grabbing the wrong boy."
"She is," Magenta was a little unsteady on her feet but her eyes were cool as she kept them leveled on Astoria until the blonde shrugged and walked towards another one of the Lestranges. "It's because you're so pretty to look at from behind."
Rostislav's pale cheeks heated and he found himself very glad that Marishka had left or else she would never let him live down blushing. He was not used to being complimented. "I think that maybe it's time for you to go back to Ravenclaw."
"I don't want to."
"You want to go back to talking with the girls? I'll come with you this time so that they don't ask anything embarrassing."
Magenta shook her head. "I want to go to bed."
"In that case you do need to go back to Ravenclaw because sleeping here can be dangerous, especially if everyone's been drinking." His eyes went to where Rashnu and Nikolai were both downing a bottle of firewhiskey in what must have been a race, judging by the others cheering. "Especially those two."
She sighed and went up on her tiptoes to lean her forehead against his. "I meant with you."
Rostislav swallowed hard. "You really must be drunk, and if that's the case then I'm taking you back to your common room."
Magenta hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Just sleeping. Astoria was talking about cuddling and I... want to."
"I can cuddle. You can even have one of my spare shirts so that you don't have to ask to borrow something from someone." That could lead to very awkward conversation that he would rather avoid.
"Good, let's do that then." She smiled up at him, but stumbled as they turned towards the stairs leading to the boys rooms. "Oh... stairs."
Rostislav tried to hide his smile. "Does my lady want to be carried?"
"Yes, she does." Magenta slid her arms up around his neck and let him lift her up. "You called me your girlfriend," she murmured against his neck as he started up the stairs.
"Should I not have?" Rostislav was still unsure of how things were in her time.
Magenta giggled again. "No, I like it. Say it again."
"My girlfriend."
Prompt: 015. Night
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,213
Characters: Marishka Lestrange, Rostislav Lestrange, Magenta Comstock, Adelaide Slytherin, Briallen Lestrange, Rosalie Lestrange, Astoria Greengrass
Summary: Magenta gets invited to a party with the Slytherins.
Notes/Warnings:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
"We're having a party," Marishka informed her twin, stepping up in front of him in the crowded hall. She did not seem to mind the people forced to filter around her or the occasional hand on her side, which Rostislav did his absolute best to ignore. The last time he had told someone to stop touching his sister she had told him to stop breathing and he was still not fully certain that she had not meant it. "In the common room tonight."
"Brilliant," Rostislav replied, "why do I care?" Sometimes it was fun to watch the antics his housemates got up to, he had gotten a few interesting paintings out of it, but most of the time he preferred to avoid the noisy gatherings. Too many people and too much alcohol... it also seemed just wrong to watch his grandmother getting drunk. Though he was not sure if it was her getting drunk or seeing that she could drink more than Marishka that was actually worse...
Marishka reached up and tapped a finger against his chest. "Because you're going to be there this time."
"I am?"
"You are. And you're bringing Magenta with you." Rostislav started to say something but his twin's eyes lit up and she reached out to grab the arm of a passing student. "Speak of the devil. Magenta, my brother wanted to ask you something." Marishka stepped away and left Magenta in her place before going along with the crowd, leaving Rostislav alone with the bemused looking Ravenclaw.
Rostislav reached up to rub at his neck. "Want to come to a party with me tonight?"
Rostislav rolled his eyes as he listened to Lucius relay yet again how he had only just caught the Snitch ahead of Cho during the last match. Quidditch was fine, but some of his housemates seemed a little too obsessed with it. Most notably the Malfoys. And he was not near drunk enough to actually take part in the conversation when Rodolphus joined in telling about a Bludger he took to the side of his head and Bellatrix started laughing about it. Never drunk enough to watch my parents act like they hate each other. Not that they acted very different now, being out of Azkaban and more than a little crazy because of it, but still. He never wanted to say anything that might negate his and Marishka's existence. And he had spent enough time with the boys - one thing he had learned was that Bellatrix never fit into exactly the group she was supposed to - he could go rescue Magenta from his female housemates without getting glared at.
But as he neared the couches where his sister, the Mirrors, Druella, Astoria and Adelaide had clustered he was surprised to hear Magenta giggling. She giggles? For some reason he could not recall having heard her make that particular sound before, nor had he seen her cheeks that shade of pink. Then he noticed the glass in her hand, complete with a neon pink straw, and felt the need to rub at his forehead. The last time that he had seen those straws it had involved a scene that he had done his best to forget because it had involved his sister and Blaise - who was luckily nowhere in sight. Rostislav did not trust that boy around Marishka.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked Magenta, leaning in behind her to sniff at the drink she had almost finished. His eyes watered and he glared accusingly at the too-innocent looking Adelaide. "What have you been giving my girlfriend?"
Adelaide smiled. "Just firewhiskey."
"The first was vodka," the Mirrors interjected, both sounding exactly the same even with a slur to their voices. That was almost unnerving.
Magenta's eyes were a little glazed when she tilted her head back to smile at Rostislav, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. "You're a dear, but you don't need to worry."
"We've been very nice," Astoria informed him. "We just want her to tell what she did to get you to do all that for her."
"She's his favorite artist," Marishka chimed in, smirking at Rostislav. "He's always been quite fascinated with her work and when we came here and he saw that she was here, well... I think he lost his little artist heart. He even tried writing a poem but it was rather terrible." Her drink went flying as Rostislav vaulted over the couch and she bolted for the steps leading to the girls dormitories, managing to reach them just a step ahead of him. She stood a few up and stuck her tongue out at him. "I was telling the truth too!" she shouted over his head at Magenta, trilling her fingers at him before turning and going up around the curve.
"You get back down here and face me like a-" Rostislav's shouting stopped when he felt arms slide around his waist. He turned and looked down at Astoria, confused as he removed her hands. "I think you're grabbing the wrong boy."
"She is," Magenta was a little unsteady on her feet but her eyes were cool as she kept them leveled on Astoria until the blonde shrugged and walked towards another one of the Lestranges. "It's because you're so pretty to look at from behind."
Rostislav's pale cheeks heated and he found himself very glad that Marishka had left or else she would never let him live down blushing. He was not used to being complimented. "I think that maybe it's time for you to go back to Ravenclaw."
"I don't want to."
"You want to go back to talking with the girls? I'll come with you this time so that they don't ask anything embarrassing."
Magenta shook her head. "I want to go to bed."
"In that case you do need to go back to Ravenclaw because sleeping here can be dangerous, especially if everyone's been drinking." His eyes went to where Rashnu and Nikolai were both downing a bottle of firewhiskey in what must have been a race, judging by the others cheering. "Especially those two."
She sighed and went up on her tiptoes to lean her forehead against his. "I meant with you."
Rostislav swallowed hard. "You really must be drunk, and if that's the case then I'm taking you back to your common room."
Magenta hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Just sleeping. Astoria was talking about cuddling and I... want to."
"I can cuddle. You can even have one of my spare shirts so that you don't have to ask to borrow something from someone." That could lead to very awkward conversation that he would rather avoid.
"Good, let's do that then." She smiled up at him, but stumbled as they turned towards the stairs leading to the boys rooms. "Oh... stairs."
Rostislav tried to hide his smile. "Does my lady want to be carried?"
"Yes, she does." Magenta slid her arms up around his neck and let him lift her up. "You called me your girlfriend," she murmured against his neck as he started up the stairs.
"Should I not have?" Rostislav was still unsure of how things were in her time.
Magenta giggled again. "No, I like it. Say it again."
"My girlfriend."