devil in her heart

Depends, do you really want me to send you to a Mexican convent? 

I'm sure I'll find ways of escaping.

He’s going to help you not be a future gambling ring leader? Shame. I thought you had hopes and dreams, now not so much. 

Do you really want me to spell it out for you?

You should ask him to be your accomplice too, maybe he’d be more willing. 

He probably will be, and maybe he'll help me get rid of a certain title before I'm shipped off.

Eh. 

Wow, well, I'll be sure to make my last few nights of freedom worthwhile. Might even find Lysander, ask him for a few suggestions.

What’s next, murdering the Giant Squid? Cutting down the Womping Willow?

Wow, Quentin, I would never hurt the Squid. The Whomping Willow, well, I don't even want to try getting close to that - not till I fully recover from the bar brawl. Anyways, you'll fight my case, get me out of the cold cell they throw me into, won't you?

I’m surprised you’re not in Azkaban for your petty crimes yet. 

I like to think that I haven't done enough to catch their attention yet, so just have to keep raising the bar. The more criminal, the better.

Of course it would be. [sits down next to her] So, how may we spend this lovely afternoon?

Well, we could always sneak out to Hogsmeade, you can apparate us to Diagon Alley, then we could rob Gringotts for the sheer thrill of getting smoked to a crisp by whatever protections methods they've got around there. Doesn't that just sound like a lovely afternoon?

[raises an eyebrow] Considering whenever you come to me, you’re usually in some trouble and need me to fix it, yes. Yes it is. 

Wow, well, I might have accidentally set cornish pixies loose in the halls, and if anyone tries to pin it on me, my excuse is that I was with you most of the afternoon.

Tell me again why you needed me out here?

[looks up at her brother, patting the ground beside her, for him to lay down.] Is it so hard for you to believe that I would want to spend quality time with my brother? I don't always need something.

Almost-there. Just-a little bit-more…

[raises a brow at the girl, flicking her wand, opening the jar] You know, you are a witch.

No, I won’t tell him to do that..but maybe that’s because he’s not mad at you and just with me.

If he's mad at you for smoking, he still needs take the stick wedged up his arse out. He's not your boyfriend, even if he was, it's not his decision to make whether you smoke, run around the school naked, or do whatever.

He’s not influencing my decisions, it’s just that he made me realize I didn’t need them. Not that it matters, he’s still mad at me.

Tell him to pull the stick wedged up his arse out. Strange though, he seemed fine to me.

It was only a cigarette and Alex got pretty mad…besides I don’t really need it.

Why is Alex influencing your decisions? 

That sounds like just what I need to hear. Castle gossip — brilliant.

Well, there we've got to keep you somewhat connected to the castle. I'm pretty sure that gossip witch won't stop keeping tabs, just because you're on all fours and galloping around.