Your venom;

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  "Now, aren’t you giving yourself too little credit? Now, a secret just between you and me: the one trying to fill gaps - physical ones in particular - is the frustrated preposterous moron who can’t even make someone forced to engage in marriage with them at least enjoy the trip. That is what I would have found adorable, if, of course, it wasn’t so pathetic. It doesn’t matter whether she is your type of not, but it is obvious that it’s impossible to you to charm anyone, not even the one bound to you. No, thank you. I don’t need the trash’s trash.”

"I chose not to let her enjoy, Jamesie. She's not-- You want to call us trash? You really want to do that? I forgot you only want to bone the fuckin' mudbloods. I'll let you something: while I may not... personally like Charlie, she's not nearly as trashy as Evans. 'Sides, you can't even get your choice to look at you in good light. What does that honestly tell you?"

  "I’m defensive because you’re doubting my indubitable charm, not because your assumption would ever get at least close to reality - as they won’t. Of course, of course, your type is stiff girls who would rather drink venom than touch you, but yet have the misfortune to be forced to marry you. I can get the ginger and I am getting the ginger, so cut it.”

"Since when did you get charm, Potty? That's adorable how you think you're some sort of big shot who can get whatever with a simple snap of his fingers. Probably making up for your lack of compensation below the belt. Though, you know nothing about my type; no matter how much you think you do... or do you even think at all? I wouldn't doubt if you even knew how to use that little thing you call a brain." A slight pause. "The one who is forced to marry me is one I could live without. Maybe you could have her- she's a ginger, too. After all, Jamesie, you seem to like those charm jobs."

  "You do realize it’s not necessarily true about all of them, right? Even the Sorting Hat can make mistakes, your little girlfriend obviously being one of them."

"Nah, I've seen her too many times to think she belongs anywhere but Ravenclaw."

  "Excuse me? Oh, Evan, sweetheart, I never knew you are into gossip. Have you ever considered joining dearest Rita in spreading false rumors?"

"If they were false, you wouldn't be so defensive..." With a raised brow at the word 'sweetheart', Evan let out a chuckle. "Sweetheart? I didn't know we were at that part of our relationship yet. Hate to say, you're just not my type- but perhaps this is why you can't get with ginger. She must've found out that you and your boyfriends do more than those little stunts around here."

  "Jealous? No. Offended by that fact that you think a stupid little Ravenclaw is better then me? Hell yeah!"

"Offended and jealously seem to tie in, even a little bit. Plus she isn't stupid if she's Ravenclaw- they are deemed to be like the smartest and wittiest of all four."