felix

Definitely helpful. Makes me wish I was a bit better with the cleaning spells for sure.

I guess some cleaning is better than no cleaning. Not that I make much of an effort to clean in the first place...

thatonegudgeon:

margaretyaxley:

margaretyaxley:

Quite honestly, muggles are far more competent than wizards in a majority of things.

We do rely on our wands for a lot, I guess. But I’m not complaining about that.

There are plenty more reasons to put the Blacks to shame than simply their collection.

I don’t really need to get involved in all that, but you’re not wrong.

Plus, you’d get to use a sword. Goblins love their shiny toys.

I own one? ‘Least it came with the flat and I cook on it daily. You just have to learn the numbers instead of just guessing at how hot to make things.

That’d explain how you’re so used to it. Guessing is part of the fun. Unless you set something on fire; then it’s just a mess.

Everything you do, minus a wand.

margaretyaxley:

margaretyaxley:

Naturally, though it could be matched by some of the fun Zonko’s provides. The shopkeep said they’d have some new inventory sometime in January. New screaming pens would be excellent. 

Honeydukes is like the mainstay of places to go, but Zonko’s is the best when they get in new stuff. I don’t know how they even come up with all their items.

[Turns around slowly in his seat, aware that the entire Slytherin table was now watching the very public exchange avidly, and eyes his “cousin” (quotation marks implicit) with the greatest level of reproach] I didn’t ask for your input on the topic, Hufflepuff. Did it sound like I asked for his input? [Weston turned back to his Slytherin cronies as if seriously considering the question, who gwaff stupidly in response, before turning back to sneer] Refrain from addressing me in public, Hufflepuff. It’s embarrassing enough having to share a surname, the least you could do is not constantly draw attention to the fact. Now, I’m going to return to my soup – as floating pieces of cauliflower are far more interesting than this entire exchange with you. Good day. 

[He shouldn’t have said anything, and he knew as much. But Felix didn’t have a good record with following the rules, and though he tried to avoid Weston as much as he could, everything about the situation put him on edge, and now that he said something, he wasn’t about to pretend otherwise] I haven’t spoken to you more than like three times - if not even fewer - since we got to this school, so don’t get your knickers in a twist. And this is not a good day, because people are dead, and instead of thinking ‘hm, maybe that’s not such a good thing,’ you’re ready to go kill even more. What is wrong with you? [Despite regretting having said anything at all, he didn’t really regret what he said]

Great Hall || 2nd February, 1980

[Felix was walking through the Hall to meet one of his friends when he heard the complaining, and looked over to see Weston sulking about over his meal, insulting people left and right. In all honesty, he had a deathly fear of werewolves, and wasn’t too keen on seeing one even for just a second. But a combination of his internal jumpiness and general distaste concerning his distant cousin’s views led him to say something in response to the boy with whom he almost never spoke.] There are going to be more werewolves around even if they took up that plan, and killing off some of them is probably just going to make the lot even angrier. I don’t know about you and your self-righteous arse, but I’d prefer not to rile up a bunch of unpredictable creatures.