Owls from Last Night

[coreofaphoenix]

it's like texts from last night only better and with wizards/witches!

you know it goes

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Cassie Potter (Rule!63 Harry Potter)

[minhalilia]

a. I'm not drowning in my feelings, ok - YOU'RE drowning in your feelings. But also yes, I have drunk an entire bottle of wine and eaten a pint of ice cream. Stop judging me, judgy mc-judgerson.

b. You insisted LOUDLY that you weren't drunk before passing out on my bed. In case you didn't know before now, you are a blanket hog.

c. Why do I have half a dozen texts in Latin or some variation of it requesting KFC? At 2 a.m.?

d. text her!

c. [if they were somehow classmates - because Latin]

[timenssecundus]

eheu non iterum



[translation: "oh no, not again"]

yesssss!

[minhalilia]

I especially like the 'not again' part of this conversation.

And now you've made me hungry. Thank you for that.

Re: yesssss!

[timenssecundus]

Maybe the problem presents its own solution?

Food run?

[minhalilia]

Yes!

Getting my shoes on now.

a.

[reparo]

Don't make me come over there and wrestle the ice cream out of your hands, Potter.

[minhalilia]

If you wanted to share, all you had to do was ask! And if we're being fancy, bringing your own spoon.

[reparo]

Fine, I'll take the wine away then.

[minhalilia]

But the wine...

Also. Why do guys suck.

c

[nev]

Because mashed potatoes.

[minhalilia]

I won't lie, the mashed potatoes are delicious. I guess I can let it slide.

[nev]

I'd share of course, to make it worth your time. And give you all the drumsticks.

[minhalilia]

It's a deal! Do you think they'll have those American biscuits?

[nev]

I hope so, they're all yours if they do.

[minhalilia]

Well, I hope you don't have lunch or dinner plans because you do now.

a.

[tsingtauense]

I see nothing, so no need to be embarrassed.

But I happen to have absorbent carbohydrates (muffins) to share if for any reason you wanted to talk.

[minhalilia]

Thanks, mum.

Boys are dumb.

[tsingtauense]

Ah, quite frequently.

Any particulars?

I'm not a shipper but for some reason he came to mind so there we go. LOL

[minhalilia]

No, no one in particular.

Okay. No. Oliver Wood is being a complete and utter prat. He doesn't even go to Hogwarts anymore! He thinks he has a right to tell us how we should play. Ugh!

[And maybe there were other reasons she was upset by this but she was definitely not going to go there.]

Mmm, yes, he does come to mind X-D

[tsingtauense]

Wood? The dishy Scot?

—but I agree, that's insufferable! My parents would call that 'back-seat driving'. I can't think of a broom equivalence. Still, perhaps a word whispered to McGonagall? The chain of command is, among other things, for unity and morale, and he's mucking about with it.

Then, of course, if he's pouty at being told off, it'll have been by someone else, so you can buy him a cocoa to console him.

b for slytherin cassie in some kind of flatmate situation? idk yolo

[malfoi]

Ugh. What. I must have taken the wrong door last night, I thought it was my room

Sorr


On a scale of 1-10 how mortifying was I?

yesssss!!

[minhalilia]

You were a solid 7.5 on the mortifying scale.

That would explain the question of why I was in your room and the 'I always knew you fancied me, Potter' you mumbled.

[She was very likely teasing on that last bit.]

[malfoi]

[ There's that lurking question if she's messing with him, or if that really happened— In the end, Draco's potentially-wounded pride makes him err on the side of caution: ]

You have to admit, it's a fairly reasonable assumption if you had crawled into my bed stone-cold sober. At least I had the impaired judgment to contend with.

[minhalilia]

No need to worry, you didn't say any such thing.

However, we have been housemates/flatmates for nearly a decade and the only time I crawl into your bed is so we can gossip.

[Not that that happened much, if at all. And any crush she might've had on the other boy had been pushed down. Especially in light of everything she'd been through.]

[malfoi]

[ An unclenching of a vise in his chest, a faint relief. His dignity's a precious thing (often too much so, but still), and the thought of having made a absolute fool of himself in front of Potter— Well. He's been trying to avoid that long enough. ]

Thank Salazar. Good flatmates are hard enough to find. If dragon barrel brandy had permanently ruined our equilibrium and robbed me of a gossiping partner, I'd've had to change my name and flee the country.

Speaking of gossip. I'm fairly sure Theo and Blaise went home together last night. It's one of the last things I remember before stumbling home on the Floo.