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niallmulloy:

-runs his fingers over the stache- Can’t help but see that as sommat of a challenge. -looks back down at their lil set up and sees what subject they’re working on and WINCES a bit but nods his head- Mean, I can take a look but I can’t make any promises that I’ll be much help. -pulls out the chair next to elaine, taking a seat- Arithmancy’s dull as shite. -mouth starts twitchin with a grin at elaine’s words, laughing when she’s done- Aye, I see. So she’s told ye about the family trip to Ben Nevis, has she? Poor bird, it came on so suddenly. Remember, Cassie: tergeo did a right brill job that time.

-is actually taking a potty break but taking her sweet ass time gif is her walking away also add a crude gesture-

-feels weirdly unsure of what to do now that Cassie is gone, taps her fingers against the table without looking directly at Cael- Well...Number chart time? -drags the book closer- Though it’s okay if you can’t help or don’t want to work on this—it is stupidly dull. I can definitely sort it out on my own eventually.

niallmulloy:

She’ll have t’shave it off my cold, dead face. Like hell m’goin’ to let Nie grow a better one by the New Year. -opens his mouth then closes it as cassie then elaine speak, Truly confused, glancing down at the work cassie gestured to- M’gettin’ a load o’ mixed messages here.

-rolls her eyes- You ‘n Nie are idiots. Smudged upper lipped idiots. News flash: birds don’t find that shite attractive. Right, Lainey? -R O L L S her eyes and reaches across to grab elaine’s book, flipping it back open- Ignore her. She’s bein’ daft ‘n too proud t’ask for help. She’s not understandin’ this bit ‘n I’m no help, so we thought you could have a look. Actually, -stands and shoves her bag closer to elaine’s- sit ‘n help while I run t’the loo real quick, yeah?

-still blushing lol- There is definitely something to be said about being mustache-less. -halfheartedly glares when Cassie grabs the book- Bint. -raises her voice enough so the people near them can hear- I told you to steer clear of the custard pie at lunch, Cassie. You know dairy just goes right through you. Let’s hope you make it to the toilets in time this go around. 

niallmulloy:

A near saint, ye are, MacDougal. -grins and raises his eyebrows- But the Forbidden Forest, ye say? Let me think. -does the rapid tongue tappy thing, fiddling with the stache to annoy cassie- Eloise, Eloise, Eloise…

-makes a clicking sound out the corner of his mouth, shaking his head- Nah, can’t seem t’recall that — ‘n it sure sounds like sommat I wouldn’t be likely t’forget. Grounds for therapy, that scenario.

-scrunches her nose just like lizzie does when he fiddles with that gross af stache- Aunt Marls s’gonna rip that disgustin’ thing off your face over hols. -gives him another look of disgust and then looks over at elaine, rolling her eyes fondly at his antics before getting real smug looking- See? Told ya so. Said it was nothin’ t’think on or worry over ‘cause Cael here’s a bellend ‘n thinks girls like Eloise are grounds for therapy. -gestures towards elaine’s work and makes a face very similar to the gif face- Go on ‘n ask him what you were wantin’ to ask him, Lainey.

-blushes, gives Cassie one of those wide-eyed-‘I’m gonna hex you’ looks- I wasn’t worried about anything. -looks over her shoulder at Cael- I wasn’t. I mean, it would’ve been a perfect opportunity to take the piss out of you  and might’ve finally proven my theory that this lunacy is genetic, but—she’s the one who wanted to ask you. Not me. I’m fine. I could’ve lived without knowing. -closes her Arithmancy book, clears her throat- Ignore her.

Piss off. The both’ve you. Piss off together, yeah? Called your fuckin’ dirt covered upper lip over here t’ask a question. You ‘n Eloise. S’it true y’got your handsful’ve her in the Forbidden Forest? Lainey said she heard people sayin’ that.

-presses lips together, twists in her chair to get a better look at Cael- She’s the one demanding answers, by the way. I’m perfectly capable of minding my own business when the situation calls for it. -hesitates because afraid of his answer- But I do have to say that withholding judgment, on the other hand...might be a bit difficult.

-goes to reply and spots Cael not too far and g r i n s at Elaine- Let’s just ask him ourselves, yeah? -in Cael’s direction- OI! Mulloy! C’MERE!

-makes an embarrassing and indignant squeaking sound, lowers her voice to a harsh whisper- For Merlin’s sake, I’m going to— -can’t finish because look who’s here now it’s Cael- Hi. -pauses- Your cousin’s a lunatic. I’ve already written to Mungo’s on the matter and they’ve reserved a spot for her. She just wants to say goodbye before she’s off.

-makes another face- Let’s not. -~watches her and quirks a brow slightly, pursing her lips to the side a bit to hide an amused expression and then full on pulls a face- You believe anything Randle says? Lainey, he’s my cousin; I know all the shite he’s up to. ‘N Eloise Midgen isn’t his type. Mean, her acne’s cleared a bit, yeah, but…

-rolls her eyes, tries not to look embarrassed- She was very convinced, okay? Was going on about Cael Mulloy finally stepping out of the Thestral stalls and under some bird’s blouse. I was going to ask him about it, but I—forgot, I guess.

Him snoggin’ a Grindylow isn’t that far fetched. ‘Specially if he’s been a bellend ‘n had a smoke. -sighs and nudges her- Just ask him. He’s well decent at these things even if he says he isn’t. ‘Sides, reckon he’d take the opportunity t’avoid what’s-her-face who keeps tryin’ t’get her hand in his trousers. -makes a face as she says that-

-fondly grins even as she scratches something out- They do say sexuality’s a spectrum. Who am I to judge? -quickly looks up from her work, catches herself, then glances back down, eyebrows furrowed and face a little pink- Eloise Midgen? -forces a laugh- I thought someone said they were getting a bit, ah—cozy. Last Hogsmeade weekend. Or that’s what Latisha Randle heard, at least.

Lainey! No. Both know our mums would somehow find out ‘n then where’d we be? -smirks a tiny bit a la gif- Thought ‘bout asking Cael?

Hanging mid-air by our ankles, most likely. -grumbles as she scribbles some nonsense on the parchment, frowns because grumpy gills- No...He’d probably tell me to bugger off with this nonsense. Pretty sure he said he’d rather snog a Grindylow than fiddle with daft number charts.

Oi, talk about makin’ unfair assumptions, MacDougal. I’ve not made ye do that since fourth year — at least. ‘Sides, ‘m more of a fudge fly bloke nowadays. As a mate, I’d’ve hoped ye’d know that.

Oh, right. Fudge flies. How could I forget? You can never have a package without getting it all over your face like a toddler, after all. Talk about memorable.