I hold with those who favor fire

Safe, rather.

I played the cards in my favor. You wanted to up the stakes, I never said there had to be any stakes.

Buy me coffee instead. Don’t spike it.

Those are rather boring stipulations.

Looks like you’ve let me.

I didn’t let you do anything. You could’ve gone over, and then I would’ve been the actual winner. I just played my cards right.

Now, you owe me.

Bloody amazing.

In conversation topics, evidently.

What do you do on the days you can’t talk?

Jack of all conversation topics, expert in none.

Everyone has their passions, I highly doubt you’re not an expert in something.

Watch.

I might owe you money.

hammeredhayden:

Good to know you idolize her so, but neither you nor her scare me. And for the record, I wasn’t about to go fucking looking or touching. I’m not a bloody child. I don’t need to be talked down to like one.

Calm the fuck down, Ward. If aren’t a bloody child, stop throwing a such a strop like one. You’re being a real bitch baby ‘bout something that was a joke, so fucking relax.

Here. 25 St. Thomas Rd, Winchester. Sounds like the house has been there for a while, checks out with a Pureblood residence. They always like things grand and old.

Not all that much, I used to have a flatmate what was involved in theater before she moved out. A few, actually, but I was closest to the one. I only absorbed enough to seem like I’ve some idea in a conversation.

Do you do that with most subjects? Absorb enough to hold a conversation?

Thank you kindly. Not many can forgive the lack of reassurance for the safety of their toes.

They’re just toes. If it were my face, however, I might not be as forgiving.

hammeredhayden:

Touchy.

Wonder what they got on me in here.

Probably a huge fucking one.

Don’t go looking, ‘m pretty sure she could slit our throats and get away with it. She’s not a badarse for no reason, Ward.

Kennedy knew the Archives better than she knew herself. She had taken it upon herself to completely reorganize the entire place, from top to bottom, from the oldest documents that were kept sealed behind doors only she had the key to, to simple documents, such as the current address of every registered witch or wizard in England. Finding the Jugson’s was not exactly a challenge, but she relished in the way the paper felt in her hands as she brushed the accumulated dust off, opened the document up, and found the information that Millie and Hayden had been searching for. This knowledge, the knowledge that other people thirsted for--that was her only true joy to this job, the one that was spent in the caverns of the Ministry, where more Trolls were find refuge than any human being. 

She started her walk back, and weaved herself between the different shelves, and the towering cases of history that enveloped her. She felt safe here, that was true, but she could also feel the depths of history crashing down upon her, weighing her down like a ton of bricks, begging her to remember her own history. To remember, and to forget.

Deal.

I’ll let you decide.

Go on then, lets see your cards.

If I win – you get your proof.

And if I win?

I’ll make you a deal.