Ludovic Bagman

“Um, sure.”

“Excellent.  You look great by the way.”

“Me? Um, sure I guess. Don’t be surprised when I step on your feet though.”

“My feet have been through worse.  You’ll be fine.”

“You sure you can handle a dance with me, Bagman?”

“Only once, and thank Merlin there’s no pictures!”

“I’ve managed to avoid bad suits altogether but I”m willing to bet that you have more occasion to purchase suits in general.”

“Watch it, mate, this is my good suit!” 

“Have you invested in a bad suit?”

Lily loved dances. It wasn’t often that she got dressed up, and the same applied to many of her classmates. So perhaps that was the reason she seemed to enjoy them so much. Or maybe it was the music that was just a little too loud; loud enough to keep all thoughts of upcoming papers and exams on bay. 

“Merlin! That’s okay just a bit cold.” 

“Right, I heard you were nominated, Bagman. I reckon you’re the only lad that actually wants to win.”

“The way I see it, I’m friends with a lot of the candidates for queen.  It would be pretty fun to have that experience with someone who I hold so close and dear to me.” 

Once he had touched her arm, she made sure she didn’t flinch. The forced kissing was one thing, but she never told him about the classroom. About how there were little mentions of worse intentions; how she did use a hex on Dolohov — of course that should’ve been justified by the circumstances.

“Ah the dance.  Seems to be the thing on everyone’s mind.”  He gathered the books into his arms and tilted his head towards the front desk to check them out.  “I’d be stressed out if I was a girl who had to find a hairstyle that would work with a crown.  From what I hear you are queen material.”

“Boys, please do be careful!” McGonagall shouted after the shouting cluster of students passed her in the halls. “The last thing we need today is another student to divert Madam Pomfrey’s attention!” 

“It takes a lot more than a fall out of someone’s arms to take me out of commission Professor.  From what I remember my worst fall is because your team took me out during a game.”

“I’m rooting for you, Ludo.”

“From what I’m hearing it will be a close race.  No matter what happens I’m stealing you away for a dance.” 

“OI ! Longbottom ! Cresswell ! Bloody traitors, ain’t you ?” Gideon called out, waiting for the other two to walk off before he approached Ludo. “Dunno how you’ve managed to secure Dirk’s vote, mate. Considering he’s up en running against ya, yeah ? Fuckin’ charming bastard, ain’t ya ? Or maybe - en this is more likely - he’s just taking the piss, ‘cos you’re a todger en all, yeah ?”

“I’m just that charming.  It’s something you might find difficult to understand because it doesn’t typically involve fists.” 

          ❝ Me’ arms are killin’ me here, Ludo! ‘M not strong like you, y’know — Just skin ‘en bones! ❞ Otto despaired playfully as he lugged his brother through the corridors, Ludo yelling ‘Bagman for King!’ at every student that passed by. When Otto had agreed to spend the afternoon with Ludo; this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. 

“Well gotta show the brotherly support here mate.”  Ludo said as he shifted so he could be put back on his own feet.  “Besides, I heard through the grapevine that I’ve missed a few things since we last sat down and talked.” 

“No way, never!”

“Gryffindor vote is split mate.  Your brother stands a better chance than you do.”

Asking → Emma/Ludo

After everything that had been happening, Emma took little notice of the Ball coming up soon. That was, however, until she kept hearing people talk of it. And the King and Queen nominations - she supposed she should go. Especially since she was one of the candidates for the Queen title.

“Yeah, for the most part.  Looks like a couple were already checked out but nothing that we desperately need.”