rebel

"This ball is as bad as I think and the drinks taste really odd." 

"I drank champagne, James. Champagne. This is a disaster."

I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle, Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition, Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke another mirror, You're turning into something you are not

"So you’re a cheapskate, is that what you’re saying?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying."

"Truly marvellous, Sirius. If there’s strawberries and chocolate and plenty of alcohol, I will be a very happy student come Valentines night," she said, smiling. "I’d rather go stag, myself. The whole dates thing is just cliché. Everything about Valentines is. I would have thought someone like yourself would have gotten a date within seconds of it all being announced. Obviously, I was wrong."

"I chose to go stag, see where the night leads me and all that. There's enough of other single people there, so if I were to feel lonely, y'know, there'd be plenty of choice. And like you said, it's cliché, and aren't I the epitome of a rebel? It's just too romantic, and all that, and the single life is the only one for me, Jones." 

"Are you telling me you didn’t bring anything else?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I did. I just want to get drunk for free, you see."

"You should definitely save it then," Ted nodded. He wasn’t entirely big on the drinking thing but the pink coloring had made him curious. "Exactly. Pink is too abnormal looking.”

"And it's not.. punk." Sirius screwed up his nose in distaste. "And tell me, Ted -- why is a handsome lad like you all alone? I don't see a date."

"I know that this is a Valentine’s Day Ball, but there’s a couple in the bathroom who are doing things that they just shouldn’t be!”

"Amateurs. Everyone knows the bathroom is a horrid place, especially on dances with alcohol where people are getting drunk on purpose. Anyway, did you yell at them, Lils? Please tell me you did."

"So you’ll screw anyone, so long as it isn’t the school bathroom, good to know." She wanted to tear her hair out at Sirius’s attitude sometimes. "Pathetic maybe, but at least I wouldn’t have to deal with you. I’d think of something, anyway, when you get drunk I doubt it’ll be hard to tell." Narcissa’s own eyes darkened to match. "If you aren’t complaining why bring it up. Fuck you, Sirius, I’m not that materialistic. I just give a damn about my family.”

At her last words, he decides that it is the alcohol that's making him feel this way, still trying to tell himself that he doesn't give a single damn about her words -- but his jaws are clenched and eyes narrowed. "Because I was pointing out the fucking truth: saving whiskey would mean saving money, which I indeed am fucking short on and yeah, maybe that is my own fucking fault but I don't care. And don't lie to yourself, Cissy, you are by far one of the most materialistic people in this entire castle. And well, good for you, but I don't give one single damn about any of you, and I'm pretty fucking glad I left because not one of you ever cared to give a fuck about me, either."

"Dignified, I’m sure. I’m surprised you aren’t in the bathroom already with whoever your latest bit of skirt is." Narcissa snapped back, her tone turning icy. "Well, isn’t that shocking. Maybe I’ll report you, get you kicked out so you aren’t here to bother me. Oh please, if you’re short on money, it’s your own fucking fault, you left of your own free will! You hurt me, or you would if I gave a damn what you think."

"You aren’t trying hard enough. More to the point I’m surprised to find my least favourite cousin without his own supply of firewhiskey."

"Do I look like the dancing type? I’m over here dancing with my drink." 

"Dancing with your drink then, huh? That's rather... well sad. Pity you won't dance, I'm sure you'd be great at shaking that tight arse of you.."