cranky, dusty muse...

[chaotic_neutral]

...whatever it is you think you're doing, three in the morning is a stupid time to do it and you bloody well know it.

I was perfectly happy languishing in the back of your head and starring in your sordid little fantasies - which you should write, I don't object to that. But there was no need to drag me out and force me to interact with the myriad Gryffindors I know are littering these pages.

Give it up, I can't be arsed dealing with this.

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ajghdjsgklfhlka Hi. :3

[undoubtedly]

It seems the trend that the more you oppose it the more determined they become to see it through.

overlooked secondary/tertiary/who? characters unite!

[chaotic_neutral]

You'd think they'd learn that we don't follow trends, we set them. Bloody ridiculous.

THIS EXACTLY. Especially aged up ones. Seriously, man. We are so under represented.

[undoubtedly]

Yes, well. I'm sure they think they have some grand role behind that, too, just because they've managed to corner us off in the pathetic spaces they call their minds. Good sense is hard to come by with this sort.

we should start a union.

[chaotic_neutral]

I have news for her, then, and she's not going to like it.

Still. Decent company has arrived at my public whinging, so I suppose I can be... pleased. [Not grateful. Never that.]

I'm totally seconding this.

[undoubtedly]

Let me know how it goes, hm?

[Oh no, of course not. Perish the thought. Sod.] You and Draco do have remarkable success in stomping your feet and receiving something to ease your sulking.

it's a genius plan. nothing can go wrong.

[chaotic_neutral]

As though I'd give you ammunition.

[Shamelessly so.]

Don't hate us because we're beautiful, Theo.

Of course not. Especially not when we gather our own little hoard of followers to do our dirty work.

[undoubtedly]

You say that as if I haven't been able to find any without your help.

[Snorts.] I'd never. Not when there are plenty of better reasons to hate you, anyway.

an army of minions does sound nice. and handy!

[chaotic_neutral]

Please. I'm sparkling clean.

Of course, of course. There's my obscene wealth of dubious origin, my impeccably trained tailor, my charm, my... [Hands in pockets, a shift in weight and a suggestive grin. Look at this GQ-motherfucker right here.] ...well. You can guess.

[wasthemaster]

Knowing something and actually doing something are two entirely different things. Even you ought to know that.

[chaotic_neutral]

I held some vague hope for a moderately competent mun. Call me optimistic.

[wasthemaster]

Just a step above calling you completely stupid, I suppose. [Oh Blaise. Been a while since he's seen you.] What are you really up to that you can't be arsed dealing with inane ideas?

[chaotic_neutral]

Shut your face.

[Aren't friends great?]

The usual sordid story, trails of broken hearts and other sundry bullshit. Something about a fic.

[wasthemaster]

But my face is so lovely and has so much to say. [They really are. Clearly the 23-year-old Draco should have crashed the party instead though.]

...fic. Starring you?

[chaotic_neutral]

[Ha! Yeah, probably.]

And your mum. Damn fine woman.

[wasthemaster]

...really, really could have stood without that particular image. Thanks.

[chaotic_neutral]

It looks pretty fantastic from my point of view. [Eyebrow waggle. He's kidding. Mostly.]