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| Dung Bombs and Detention - The Perfect Social Mixer | |
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| Artemis McFadyen | Jul 22 2013, 01:29 AM Post #1 |
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Half an hour late to detention. Professor Transfiguration was going to send an owl to his parents. He was going to be grounded forever. A better son would care more than Artie did at that moment. The grand thing about this afternoon was that, sure, his mother was probably going to pitch him headfirst into Durmstrang to try and encourage some discipline in his life, Artie managed to get his hands on some dung bombs. Not just any dung bombs. Ferriweather’s Fuming, Festering Dung Bombs. A Class C volatile weapon according to the Ministry of Magic. He and Peeves were going to paint the school. It was going to be magnificent. Artie was going to meet Peeves after detention on his way back to his dormitory and then they were going to exchange goodies. Artie’s dung bombs for Peeves’ knowledge of the password to the Prefects’ bathroom. Really, it was a win-win situation for Artie. As he skidded to a halt in front of the Transfiguration Classroom, he quickly tucked the bag of bombs more securely into his robe pockets. He reached a hand up and mussed his dark hair so that it looked like he’s just rolled out of bed. Smile in place, Artie swung the door open and stepped inside the classroom, fully prepared for the Professor’s prattling. Instead, Strawberry was standing in front of Professor Transfiguration with her hands on her hips. “Miss Lancaster, you must learn to accept responsibility for-” That was the perfect moment for Artie to interrupt. “Sorry ‘m late,” he announced as he strolled closer to the girls. “Bit of a mess with Reilly and Quinn. Apparently, she’s causing minor earthquakes in an abandoned classroom in the dungeon and he’s trying to salvage the last of some liquid volcano-ey thing she’s invented.” Transfiguration’s eyes were on him. Disbelief. Strawberry’s entire frame went rigid. Artie’s smile grew. “So, we’re uh, cleaning out tea cups and sponging down tables?” Artie ran a finger over one of the desks and brought it up to his eyes to have a look. He rubbed them together until the little pieces of dust were brushed off his fingers. “For the first time in a century, apparently.” “Miss Quinn and Mister Reilly are doing what?” Professor Transfiguration shrieked. Artie chuckled. “Earthquakes and volcanoes. Nothing new.” “You two stay put and carry out your punishments. I’ll be back to check on you later.” She bustled from the classroom, wand in hand. Artie tapped Strawberry on the shoulder. The grin on his face was nothing short of gargantuan. When she spun around, Artie thought, perhaps, she was going to hex him. “They’re not in the dungeons. They’re in the towers.” Artie put his fist to his mouth and bit it in jest. “Transfiguration’s going to find what I can only guess is the first experiment in Hufflepuff-Slytherin sexual relations.” Artie leaned in close so that his shoulder brushed against her. “It wasn’t a very pretty sight.” He patted his pocket that held the potent dung bombs. “Especially when I had my say.” With a cheeky smirk, he backed away from Strawberry and walked towards a tiny cupboard in the classroom. He’d been familiar with the routine for detention. He was only here every other week for some prank-gone-awry situation. But he’d never done detention with a girl. Usually it was Carter or, if he was really unfortunate, Caleb. Bloody hell, he’d never hear the end of dragging him into the girl’s lavatory and accidentally getting Caleb’s foot stuck in Myrtle’s toilet. Whoops. “It’s really a piece of cake, all this, sweetheart,” Artie said off-handedly as he handed Strawberry a rag and an empty bucket. “Won’t even go on that permanent record they send off to the Ministry every year.” Artie brushed past the slack-jawed brunette, same smarmy expression on his face, and began scrubbing at a desk that had remnants of rat hair scattered across it. Easy first year transfiguration trick; rats to tea cups. He remembered his first attempt clearly. The tea cup appeared immediately, but when he transfigured it back into a rat, it was of a very unusual size. High marks for that one. ‘Course, then he decided to be flash and try to transfigure it into a blast-ended buffalo… And the creature was still gallivanting around the Forbidden Forest attempting to eat unsuspecting students. “If you’re concerned about your permanent record, don’t be. It’ll take them years to get through mine and I doubt very much ‘caught in a broom closet in a precarious, sexual charged scenario’ will get you banned from your future career chasing down kneazles or whatever you intend on doing.” Artie splashed water around in his bucket and brought the rag back to the probably-already-clean table. He wasn’t paying attention, really. Mind was wandering. Again. Sexual scenario… he’d barely gotten a proper feel-up. She was all… covered and padded. Not an inch of skin for him to imagine doing naughty things to. He was bored already. Tossing the rag into the bucket, Artie sighed heavily and then reached into his back pocket. It took him a whole thirty seconds to cast a scourgify spell and clean the entire room. Artie hopped up on the now-definitely-clean table and leaned back on his hands, crossing his legs at his ankles. He watched Strawberry and that odd sort of disbelieving expression she wore the majority of the time. “Well, since that’s done. How about a game of truth or dare, Strawberry?” Edited by Artemis McFadyen, Jul 22 2013, 01:32 AM.
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| Mia Lancaster | Jul 22 2013, 08:26 PM Post #2 |
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Detention. The word haunted her. Detentions were meant for people like Carter Reilly and Whittaker Jones. Miscreants who seemed to live with the sole purpose of causing trouble and wreaking havoc on the world around them. Mia Lancaster was not a troublemaker. Not even in the vaguest definition of the word. She had spent her entire life wrapped up in her studies and her books. She had never gone out of her way to cause problems or break the rules. In fact, until this week she'd have considered herself a model student. Somehow one interaction of that stupid Gryffindor dolt had sullied her record. She now had a detention. Mia could scarcely even think the word without wrinkling her nose in disgust. She had never had a single detention in her entire academic career. Not even one. And now, because of that smirky, smug, arrogant, lecherous toe rag. She was face to face with Professor Kerrigan trying to plead her case. "Please, Professor" There was a note of begging in her voice. "You know that I'm not the sort of girl who'd willingly...consort with the likes of McFadyen." Her face paled slightly as she, again, realized just how wrong it must have looked when the Professor had barged into that godforsaken broom cupboard. "Please, I can't have this on my record. This was all his fault." “Miss Lancaster, you must learn to accept responsibility for-” Professor Kerrigan's stern voice was cut off as the door to the room burst open. There he stood. The very bane of her existence. Her hands moved automatically to her hips as her eyes narrowed into a glare. “Sorry ‘m late,” he drawled as he sauntered into the room like he owned the damn place. “Bit of a mess with Reilly and Quinn. Apparently, she’s causing minor earthquakes in an abandoned classroom in the dungeon and he’s trying to salvage the last of some liquid volcano-ey thing she’s invented.” Mia didn't doubt for a second that Olive was capable of causing earthquakes, but because McFadyen was the one informing them, Mia instinctively knew that it was a lie. And she instantly became suspicious of him. Why lie to the professor? Unless he had something else in mind that required the professor to be elsewhere. “So, we’re uh, cleaning out tea cups and sponging down tables? or the first time in a century, apparently.” He asked as he ran a finger over the dusty surface. “Miss Quinn and Mister Reilly are doing what?” Professor Kerrigan asked in alarm. “Earthquakes and volcanoes. Nothing new.” Artie commented dryly. “You two stay put and carry out your punishments. I’ll be back to check on you later.” Her entire body tensed as she watched the professor get up from her seat and hurry toward the door. Leaving Mia alone with the arrogant tosspot. She stared at the space that the professor had been for a few moments before she felt a tap on the shoulder. She whirled around to glare at Artie. "What?" She snapped. Her voice low but sharp. “They’re not in the dungeons. They’re in the towers.” Artie was obviously pleased with himself. She supposed that he thought he had been clever with the whole thing. Idiot. “Transfiguration’s going to find what I can only guess is the first experiment in Hufflepuff-Slytherin sexual relations.” Then he leaned in close. Mia attempted to back away from him but the desk was behind her so she had no where to go. He leaned in close and said in a low voice. “It wasn’t a very pretty sight. Especially when I had my say.” Then, looking incredibly smug he patted his pocked and smirked. Of course he smirked. He always smirked. He was the bloody king of smirkers. All hail, King Smirks-a-lot. “It’s really a piece of cake, all this, sweetheart,” Artie said off-handedly as he handed Strawberry a rag and an empty bucket. “Won’t even go on that permanent record they send off to the Ministry every year.” Mia paled at even the thought of this horrid experience being on her permanent record. She silently took the rag and bucket from the prat. She filled it with soapy water from her wand and looked in surprise as he had already begun to do the assigned chores. She really hadn't expected that. She waited for only a few seconds before she did the same on the farthest desk from him. Perhaps if she was on the other side of the room, he'd forget she was there and they could finish this and be on their way. “If you’re concerned about your permanent record, don’t be. It’ll take them years to get through mine and I doubt very much ‘caught in a broom closet in a precarious, sexual charged scenario’ will get you banned from your future career chasing down kneazles or whatever you intend on doing.” "There was no... sexually charged scenario!" She snapped again. "There was you manhandling me and holding me hostage in a bloody broom closet!" “Well, since that’s done. How about a game of truth or dare, Strawberry?” He asked with that same cheeky confidence that was likely going to cause her to hex him before the day was over. She whirled around to glare at him. Her dark eyes narrowed into slits and spots of red appeared on her pale cheeks. She was sputtering before she could even form words. "Wha... you're kidding right? Truth or dare? I... I'd rather dance naked around the Whomping Willow than to play truth or dare with you!" Wait... had she just said the word naked in front of him? Had she actually said something about herself being naked? In front of him? Oh Merlin. Her face flushed bright red. "You know what... fine. I dare you to dunk your whole stupid head into that bucket of dirty water for ten full minutes with no magic. Go!... I'll keep time." If he drowned himself in a bucket of rat hair water, she couldn't be blamed, right? |
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| Artemis McFadyen | Jul 23 2013, 07:55 PM Post #3 |
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When Mia’s rage-filled eyes met his, Artie’s smile disappeared. Holy hell, he’d created his very own Voldemort-Reed hybrid. Who’d have thought it’d have come in such a petite, pretty casing? Artie had to fight to keep his face passive as she spluttered out her response to his cheeky suggestion. “Wha… you’re kidding right?” “On the contrary, love, I think it’ll be a fun way to pass what will otherwise be a long and dull evening…” Completely deadpan. And she didn’t even notice. “Truth or dare? I…I’d rather dance naked around the Whomping Willow…” How could he never in a million years have thought about daring someone to dance in the buff around a tree that literally fought back? Strawberry was a fucking genius. Maybe he could have a word with the blokes and see if there was any way they could create a scenario that would have each of those girls in the Murder of Claws holding hands, dancing and chanting naked around the violent tree. In the name of their studies, of course. It was one to remember for later. “I dare you to dunk your whole stupid head into that bucket of dirty water for ten full minutes with no magic. Go!” Artie’s eyes widened just a mere fraction of a millimeter, so fast that it was likely imperceptible. It was rare for him to be surprised, even more so by a girl like Strawberry, who was as predictable as Caleb was drab or Whit was completely mental. His mind was quick; he’d never back down from a challenge, but how to keep from actually drowning in a bucket of rat hair water? No magic. Ruled out a bubblehead charm. Gillyweed technically wasn’t magic, it was herbal, but he didn’t have any stashed away. Thinking of the herbs he did have stashed away, Artie was quick to rule out everything because they would only facilitate a speedy drowning. If he could keep her distracted for just a moment, he might be able to conjure something to keep him from suffering death a la rodent fur. “I’ll keep time.” Artie strummed his fingers on the desk as he thought through the various possibilities. Summoning a snorkel, transfiguring the bucket into a well so that the water just fell through the bottom, giving himself gills. His eyes still hadn’t left Strawberry, who was now staring at the ground determinedly to avoid him. She had a very interesting face; a soft blush that was permanently set on her cheeks when she was around him, eyes that constantly seemed to be processing information, and full lips that moved even when she wasn’t speaking. She was pretty, and not the type of girl that Artie normally paid much attention. Hopping from the table in a fast movement, Artie sprung as his feet hit the ground. He clapped his hands together, which brought Strawberry’s defiant eyes back to him. A grin lit up his face. “Alright.” Artie walked casually around the startled brunette. He was hoping that the way he circled her would distract her enough so that he could have a good look around the room for anything that could help him. “Challenge accepted.” He spoke slowly as his eyes scanned the shelves. “Ten minutes, no magic, and I’ll dunk my stupid head into the bucket.” Artie’s eyes flew from useless object to completely useless object. Vials, no. Parchment, no. Rats, no. Books, no. Bollocks. There was nothing he could use. Strawberry was going to be the death of him for sure. (It was something he guessed at when he made the connection that she was the lovechild of Voldemort and Reed.) In order to survive, he’d have to be extraordinarily lucky. Lucky. One of the biggest, near the point of painful, grins split Artie’s lips as he spun around to his challenger. He was still carrying his vial of Felix Felicis that he’d offered Strawberry the first time they met. Casually, he slipped his hand into the pocket of his robes and slid the vial between his fingers, hoping he could keep it hidden from her view. “Being that you’re clever, I suppose you know that if I complete the dare, I’ll probably snuff it,” Artie’s heavy sigh and exaggerated frown gave his words the perfect sadness. “Wouldn’t be worth it if I couldn’t at least get a hug, yeah?” Without even waiting for her to respond, Artie wrapped his arms around Mia’s shoulders. He held her there tightly with one arm and popped the little plug from the vial. Pretending to sniff into her hair, to prove that he was really upset about potentially drowning, he tossed back a tiny drop of the lucky potion. As he swallowed, he corked the vial again. When Artie pulled away from the warm, slender body he’d been crushing, he nearly began to laugh. She looked torn between having a stroke and killing him on the spot. It was glorious; her cheeks were bright red, her hands were shaking, and her eyes were darting around like they had no idea if they should shoot him with daggers or glue themselves to the floor at her feet. Artie used the extra moments of Strawberry’s shock to pocket the Felix and then shrug his robes off his shoulders. He took the robes by the collar and laid them gently on the desk. When he glanced down to his shirt, he uttered a quiet “bugger.” Forgotten he’d worn his favorite shirt that day. It was all black except for a little depiction of a red, blocky Godric Gryffindor on the front, throwing out a peace sign and smoking a bit of knotweed. He didn’t bat an eyelash or blush in the slightest as he reached down to the hem of his shirt and proceeded to pull it over his head, leaving him bare chested and clad only in his black trousers and boots. He’d be damned if he was getting disgusting rat hair water on his favorite shirt. Besides, the until-now-undiscovered shade of near-purple that his detention partner’s face was turning at the moment was probably the best thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Ever. “Welp, guess I better get to that dare,” Artie told her, shrugging his shoulders as he strolled over to the nearest bucket. No further words were spoken as he took a deep breath and shoved his face into the rancid smelling, almost black water. Almost immediately, gills formed on his neck and his initial worry that this may have been his dumbest idea to date completely disappeared. How to pass a full ten minutes with nothing but a bucket of filthy water? He’d spend that time constructing the question or the dare that would follow his brave acceptance of Strawberry’s dare. |
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| Mia Lancaster | Jul 24 2013, 09:35 PM Post #4 |
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One would have thought that being told to go drown himself in disgusting rat water would have dampened that smug grin from his irritatingly handsome face. But the sparkle of merriment in those stupidly intriguing blue eyes faltered only for a moment. Then it was back brighter than ever and he looked at her like she was the most amusing creature on the planet. Merlin, he was infuriating. Mia's eyes dropped to the ground between them, at least that way she wouldn't have to deal with actually looking at him. Maybe that would give her a chance to rid herself of this damn blush that seemed to appear the moment this prat grinned. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her and somehow, it was even more unbearable. What was he staring at? Did she have ink on her face again? Was he finding her discomfort that amusing? Before she even had a chance to properly contemplate it, he moved with a catlike grace that caused her to take a step backwards. He jumped off the table and she quickly forgot about not looking at him and she glanced up in alarm. His eyes collided with hers and that wicked grin of his caused her stomach to churn uneasily. Whatever it was that he was planning, Mia would have bet all the books in the library against the fact that it was anything good. “Alright.” He began to prowl around her in a circle. Her eyes followed his every deliberate movement. She didn't trust him for even a second. “Challenge accepted.” What? Mia thought in a panic. Her heart hammering madly against her chest. He wasn't supposed to agree! “Ten minutes, no magic, and I’ll dunk my stupid head into the bucket.” Her challenge had been for him to drown himself so she wouldn't have to deal with him again... and he was accepting it? He had something up his sleeve. She whirled around to pin a suspicious glare on him. He looked completely relaxed. It was aggravating. What was this git planning? She scanned the area and spotted nothing that could help him achieve his task. There was nothing but books, parchment, quills and teacups. Not exactly the makings of a self contained underwater breathing apparatus. Perhaps he was suicidal and decided to end it all in a filthy bucket of water... No, that would never happen... this asshat liked himself far too much for that. “Being that you’re clever, I suppose you know that if I complete the dare, I’ll probably snuff it,” There was a heavy sigh followed by a melodramatic frown that left absolutely no doubt in her mind that he had a plan, but she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out what he was going to do. “Wouldn’t be worth it if I couldn’t at least get a hug, yeah?” "What?! NO!" She squeaked but he had already draped his too-tall, overly fit, stupid body over her much smaller frame. She squirmed and pushed and shoved but he was immovable. Then he sniffed her hair. Mia bolted back away from him at the very same moment that he released her. Her wide eyes looked up at him as he began to peel off his coat then he reached for the hem of his offensive shirt. “Whoa... whoa...whoa... whoa.. WHOA!” Mia held her hands up in front of her as she turned her face away from the now stripping idiot. “What do you think you are doing? Keep your clothes on, Casanova!” Even as she turned away from him, she couldn't help but notice that he wasn't nearly as annoying with his chest bare. Wait... What? No, no, no... did she just think that? Merlin above, she was turning into Sophia! But still, there should be a law against all those firm lines, and tan skin. How was a girl supposed to even think around ... that? How was she supposed to form coherent thoughts when she just wanted to run her fingertips over the ridges of his abdomen? “Eeep.” The word squeaked out of Mia before she could stop it. Her face was so red by now, that she had given up hope of ever going back to her naturally pale complexion. “Welp, guess I better get to that dare,” The half naked boy spoke, yet her eyes lingered on the toned muscles of her his bicep. It would be okay once he turned away from her. Then she wouldn't see those abs, that chest, those arms... She'd be able to think. And really, she just wanted a few moments to think. As Artie turned his back to her, Mia sat down heavily on the nearest desk as she watched his muscled back ripple as he gripped the side of the bucket and to her amazement, he plunged his head into the water. The dark hairy water slopped over the sides and onto the clean table. Gripping the table she leaned on with both hands, her knuckles white with the strain of her grip. It only lasted as long as she could see his face. It was as though all tension left her body, the very second his stupid smirking face was beneath the water. Mia slouched over in a wave of relief. Merlin's beard, how could anyone think with that boy around? She could breathe now. At least for a moment or so. Until the realization set in. He had accepted her dare. Her dare. She had just dared him. Somehow, she had just agreed to play Truth or Dare with the likes of Artemis McFadyen. She was doomed. It was only then that she realized just how long ten minutes really was. He could come up with the mother of all dares ... or truths for that matter. She could leave. Kerrigan would give her more detentions. She could play sick and go to the healer. The healer would realize instantly that Mia was faking and she'd end up with more detentions. She was well and truly fucked. Edited by Mia Lancaster, Jul 24 2013, 09:42 PM.
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| Artemis McFadyen | Feb 4 2014, 05:51 PM Post #5 |
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He wanted to win the game… well, that was, until he had time to think really hard about the consequences of losing the game. If he completed her dare, he’d get to throw something really wicked her way and getting Strawberry worked up was becoming a sport. On the other hand, if h lost the game, there were repercussions that might just work in his favour as well. It had been a minute – one full, dull as arseholes minute. Artie’s fingers drummed on the side of the bucket providing no release of energy at all. He was like a pixie on meth – staying still for a full ten minutes just wasn’t going to happen anyway. His decision was made and in the space of a beat, he whipped his head out of the bucket and flung water all through the classroom. Strawberry’s quiet curses didn’t stop him from shaking off like a wet dog. In fact, it even made him want to soak her further. Well, innuendos-a-hoy. A wicked grin crawled up his face as he caught her gaze. “Sorry I got you wet, love,” his voice was drenched in gravelly sweetness as he shrugged. “Habit.” Absolute, deafening silence and then a bunch of spluttering, which was nothing short of a growing kink for the sexiest of the McFadyen lineage. While she was going on a bit, Artie swaggered towards a cupboard and pulled out two dark blue – Ravenclaw colored – cotton towels. She was still trying to get words out when he crossed the room back towards her, and he said nothing when he thrust the dry cloth into her hands. He made a show out of wrapping the large towel around his back, careful to avoid making direct eye contact. No need to scare the poor beauty even further. He shimmied the towel from top to bottom and then dropped it to the floor. The rat hair stink was sticking to him – even he wouldn’t sleep with himself. And, that was saying something, considering the very loving and filthy love affair he had with himself every night. When he dared a glance in her direction, Artie saw her eyes dart away and knew that she’d been checking out the goods (or looking for a weakness to exploit with one of her super clever spells). He would focus on the former, of course, because his ego was almost too inflated to fit inside the castle. “If you’re having trouble, I can help,” he offered as he took a slippery step towards her, hand out as if to take the towel back from her. Strawberry jumped back instantly, colliding with another desk. He stepped forward again and trapped her between himself and the hard wood. So, you could say, two hard woods. There was that infamous McFadyen smirk again. He plucked the towel out of her hands, despite her protests, and began dabbing at wet drops along her forehead. “The trick is knowing when to be gentle and when to apply a firm hand.” His eyebrows shot into his hairline as he trailed the towel down her neck, applying more pressure than he did to her head. Her whole body was shaking and Artie was torn between attempting their first kiss and booking it to the dorms and calling it a near-hit. He chose to straddle the middle. After a moment, he stopped, set down the towel next to her and took a step away to give her space. With deft hands, he pulled his wand from his back pocket and swished it extravagantly through the air. The entire room sparkled. Detention accomplished. In the quiet wake of his magic, Artie studied the brunette’s face. She wasn’t exactly his usual to-die-for type. Those usually came in tall, blonde, and curvy. But, there was something about this bird, something volatile that meant he had to have a taste of her. Just a little peek at her explosive side – getting a leg over, not getting a leg blown off, of course. She was gorgeous, fiery and shy. Triple threat of the female world. Forcing himself back to the moment, Artie sighed heavily and feigned a sad look towards the ground. “So, I reckon I failed your dare,” he offered her a lopsided grimace and a shrug. “Sadly, we both know what that means.” His fingers wrapped around the loops at the waist of his trousers and without any sort of preamble at all, he swept the material from his body and kicked them across the floor. He was in naught but his GRYFFINBROS crimson and red boxers. “Punishment paid. Now, it’s your turn.” The predator smirk was back, gleam ever-bright in his eyes. “Truth or dare, Strawberry?” |
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| Mia Lancaster | Feb 16 2014, 01:51 AM Post #6 |
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She was going to win this asinine game. It was a guaranteed victory for her. Either he’d fail to complete her dare and the game would be over, or he’d drown himself in the fetid water and the game would be over. It was win-win as far as she was concerned. A small grin began to creep onto her face. Sometimes being clever was all you needed to get yourself out of a horrifying situation. With his head submerged in the rancid water, Mia felt free to examine the idiot in question. Her eyes lingered on the naked broad expanse of his back. She could see the muscles ripple beneath the impossibly tan skin as he shifted his position. Clearly, being the school slag was quite the work out. Dear Merlin, how was a girl supposed to deal with ... well, with that? She couldn’t even force herself to think once he took his stupid shirt off. Just as she was admiring his physique, the big dolt whipped himself upright and flung his head to the side. A shower of putrid smelling water sprayed across the entire room. Standing so close to him, Mia bore the brunt of it. Droplets splattered over her face and the front of her school uniform. Her hands flung up to try and protect her face from the water, but the damage was done. The smell was vile. She was pretty sure she was going to vomit on his feet. “Shit!” Mia Lancaster very, very rarely used vulgar language. Only once during her time in Hogwarts had she ever uttered a foul word. Though to be fair, it had been completely Whitaker Jones’s fault. He’d declared them friends years ago and every once in a while, he’d decide that they needed ‘quality time’. That meant that he’d randomly show up at her side and follow her around for hours, asking her a thousand insane questions before he finally got bored and went back to his own friends. Her only curse word had been growled at him when she found him in her dorm room wearing one of her bras that he’d found in her trunk. He explained that he had been trying to understand why women were so ‘crazy’. His verdict was that the brassieres were the culprit. She’d told him to give her the damn bra and to get the fuck out. He’d spent another three hours sitting on her bed trying to understand why her cheeks had gone so red. All while he was still wearing her pale pink lacy bra. Their friendship was complicated. “Sorry I got you wet, love,” A deep voice interrupted her muttered cursing. Mia jumped back a step as her eyes flew back up to his smug face. “Habit.” Her cheeks instantly flushed again and she began to sputter indignantly. “I’m not... I mean, you sprayed... what I mean is...” Why were words so hard? Her eyes followed his half naked form as he plucked two towels from the cupboard and came back toward her. Unfortunately she couldn’t seem to pull her gaze from his abdomen. It was all firm muscles and tanned skin that just called out to her. Half of her just wanted to trail her fingers along the defined ridges and the other half just wanted to turn and bolt from the room before he could move. The muscles won out. She wordlessly accepted the towel pressed into her hands but she didn’t move. Her mind was going a thousand kilometers an hour, yet she couldn’t seem to focus on one thing. Artemis McFadyen was a menace to her mental health. “If you’re having trouble, I can help,” he stepped toward her with a smirk wicked enough that was worthy of the Devil himself. As she attempted to step back away from him, she collided with the desk beside her. The hard wood jabbed roughly into her hip only adding to her foul mood. She hated that she was so flustered around him, but more than that, she hated how very aware he was of his affect on her. She was bright girl who had serious issues when it came to talking to members of the opposite sex. And Artie McFadyen seemed to take extreme pleasure in watching her turn into a bumbling idiot. It was infuriating. “It’s fine. I think I can work a towel.” She snapped back, but even as the words were uttered, the towel was easily removed from her hands and with a surprising gentleness, he began to dab at the water on her face. “The trick is knowing when to be gentle and when to apply a firm hand.” The towel moved lower to dab at her neck. Her heart was hammering madly in her chest as his hands moved lower still to brush the towel firmly against her collar bone. She was trembling. Between the anger and the nervousness that was thrumming through her, it was a bloody miracle that she didn’t implode right there on the spot. With a bit too much flourish of his wand movements, he performed a cleaning spell that rid the room of all the rat hair and soapy water. The offensive odor of damp rodent still lingered though that smell could be emanating from the bold Gryffindor idiot. He had marinated in it for a minute or two. “So, I reckon I failed your dare,” he offered her a lopsided grimace and a shrug. “Sadly, we both know what that means.” “What that means?” She echoed, truly confused. She thought that meant she won. Game over. Right? And without even a second ‘s thought spared to modesty, Artie tugged his pants off to reveal a garish pair of Gryffindor boxers. “Wait! What?” Mia squeaked as she spun around to put her back to him. This was highly inappropriate behaviour and Professor Kerrigan would be back any moment. They were in this damn detention because they were caught in a broom cupboard. What would the punishment be if they were caught in this position? Sweet merciful Merlin, this boy was determined to destroy not only her reputation but her entire school record and in turn, her entire future. “Put your clothes on!” “Punishment paid. Now, it’s your turn.” He sounded so smug and so confidently happy, Mia turned back to him with a look of bewilderment in her dark eyes. He clearly had no intention of doing what she’d suggested. He seemed quite comfortable standing there in his skivvies. At least, one of them was comfortable with that. “Are you mental?” She blurted out. “Did you drink some of that water? Maybe it’s addled your brain. I can get a healer.” He just stared at her with that shit eating grin on his face. He was almost naked in a school classroom that still faintly smelled of wet rat with a teacher soon to be back and he looked like the cat that caught the canary. He ignored her words as his gaze locked with hers. His wicked grin was terrifying. “Truth or dare, Strawberry?” “W-what?” She stammered. “But you failed... t-that means I won.” If possible, his grin widened. “Professor Kerrigan will be back shortly... we can’t...” Why was there no air in this room? “No. I am not playing this game with you!” Even as she said it, she knew that he wasn’t going to let her leave without playing the damn game. “Truth.” There was no way in H-E-Double hockey sticks that she was going to choose a dare with this sex crazed lunatic calling the shots. Edited by Mia Lancaster, Feb 16 2014, 01:55 AM.
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| Artemis McFadyen | Feb 24 2014, 09:58 PM Post #7 |
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This wasn’t Artie’s first game of Truth or Dare. In fact, it wasn’t even his first game of Truth or Dare with an unwilling, shy Ravenclaw. It was, however, his first game of Truth or Dare in which he was genuinely concerned that the subject of his truths or dares might implode into a fiery rage of killing-all-the-knackers. So, being the clever bloke he was, Artie knew he’d have to take it very carefully. He’d have to weave the game to both soothe her worries and, more importantly, skew the game to his favor. “W-what?” Strawberry spluttered the words, mouth gaping as she locked eyes with him. “But you failed… t-that means I won.” He tsk’d with his tongue against the back of his teeth. There was something predatory in the gaze that fell onto the blushing brunette, something completely instinctive and bold and somehow still subtle as if it’d been practiced for a lifetime. She won. Artie held in a deep, rumbling chuckle. That was adorable. “Professor Kerrigan will be back shortly… we can’t…” Oh, she was positively cute with her slightly shaking, petite hands and far-too-straight backed posture. He realized, buried somewhere deep in his mind in places he barely paid any attention, that this was more than a conquest. It was his Excalibur. And then a whole host of naughty interludes pierced his thoughts, most of which involving Strawberry dressed in some old fashioned gown feeding him grapes. “No. I am not playing this game with you.” His smile faded for a moment. But, only for a moment. The next utterance from her lips brought his grin back in full force. It lifted his cheeks so high that his eyes crinkled in the corners the way they did when he enjoyed the outcome of a well-placed prank. “Truth.” There were two types of girls in the world: ones who chose dare and ones who chose truth. Artie held no doubt that Strawberry would be the latter and still it hadn’t given him a head start in figuring out what horrendous, earth-shattering, and sexy truth he’d yank from her lips. Dare was easy. With dare, you only had to consider the person subjected to the Once, the Bros hosted a booze-filled night in their dorm room and Artie engaged everything – yes, even a very unwilling and moody Caleb – to join in a game of Truth or Dare. (Granted, Caleb made Artie take an Unbreakable Vow to never mention that night again, but deep, deep, deep down, he knew that his mate was thankful for the fact that he had to make out with the back of his hand and not Harrison.) By the end of the night, one of the Bros was painted (Whit was pink for two weeks, which Artie was certain was by choice), one had no hair to speak of (Carter had been dared to enter the dreaded and secret Lair of one very scary Ravenclaw who was said to be working on a means of creating her very own Big Bang), one got laid twice (Artie always played the game in his own favor) and Caleb… well, he lost a lot of self-respect, but learned how to French kiss a hand. Really, it was a winning night. Truths, though, those were a pickle, even when you forced Veritaserum down the Artie shivered at the thought. Strawberry had his attention again as her giant brown eyes darted everywhere but to his stare. He could never ask her what color panties she was wearing or how many boys she’s snogged in her life. She’d probably pass out on the floor. But, he didn’t care about her middle name, either. Hell, he couldn’t even remember her first name. Really, there was only one truth he wanted to know. One thing he’d wanted to do since they spent time in that broom cupboard. Slowly, as if approaching a terrified puppy, Artie approached her. He put his hand out to her head and flicked a small chunk of dark locks behind her ear and leaned down so that his face was level with hers. Her breathing was rapid again, a sound he was growing quite fond of the more time he spent with her, and he was beginning to believe that she had a skin condition that caused her cheeks to flame red hot ninety-eight percent of the time. He stole a breath and as he spoke his question to her, blew it very carefully through barely open lips. “If I tried to kiss you right now, would you allow it?” Just as his lips were beginning to descend onto hers, the door behind him flew open and cracked off of a shelf. He only bothered to turn his head, not ready to relinquish the warmth her tiny body was providing at their closeness, his hand still cupping Strawberry’s cheek. In the doorway stood Professor Kerrigan, arms at her hips and scowl etched onto her face. “That is ten points from Gryffindor, ten points from Ravenclaw and another detention for the pair of you.” Artie was immediately shoved away from Strawberry. Moment forgotten. “That would have been yes, wouldn’t it?” he muttered out of the corner of his lips, barely audible in an almost silent room. Edited by Artemis McFadyen, Feb 24 2014, 10:04 PM.
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| Mia Lancaster | Feb 25 2014, 09:20 PM Post #8 |
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How the hell did this happen? When was Kerrigan coming back to put an end to this nonsense? What was he doing? Why was he moving closer? Why was she not moving? Why wasn’t she moving? Mia thought in a panic. Her wide-eyed gaze had shifted up to stare into steel blue stare that seemed to root her to the spot. He was using some sort of spell. He had to be. But she hadn’t heard him cast anything. And he’d put his wand away after he’d cleaned the room. A wordless, wandless spell then. It had to be. Mia Lancaster was a clever girl. Definitely clever enough to run the very second that Artemis McFadyen turned that wolfish grin her way. So why wasn’t she moving? It had to be magic. It was the only explanation. His face was now only a few centimeters from her own. She could feel the heat of his nearly naked body through the thin layers of her school uniform. He was as close as he could possibly be to her without actually touching. As his hand came up to brush a lock of hair from her face, Mia’s heart began to thump erratically (well, more erratically than before). His movements were surprisingly tender and fluid. And her mind was suddenly but blissfully blank. She couldn’t remember what she had been worried about only a few seconds before. She had no logical arguments as to why this was a terrible situation. Hell, she couldn’t even remember her own name at this point. All she could do was focus on the face in front of her. “If I tried to kiss you right now, would you allow it?” His voice was soft and tender but there was an intimacy beneath it that left her trembling. She tried to speak. She really did. Her mouth opened and closed several times but no sounds came out. Though she had no idea what she would have said. She wanted to be strong and say no, but this was a game about truth. And Mia was always one to follow the rules, even in a silly game like this. So was ‘no’ the truth? Would she allow this scoundrel to kiss her? Did she want him to kiss her? Maybe. The realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. Instantly, her brain began to work overtime. She became aware at just how close he was. Her nearly non-existent temper roared to life . She was furious that he had managed to put her in such a state. She sucked in a deep breath and pulled her body rigid. Her eyes narrowed and she reached up to shove him away. “That is ten points from Gryffindor, ten points from Ravenclaw and another detention for the pair of you.” Professor Kerrigan’s sharp words echoed throughout the room. Mia pushed him away with all her might. Which meant he moved exactly three centimeters but it was enough for her to breathe again. She glared at him. This was all his fault. She turned her attention to Professor Kerrigan. Her anger melting away in the face of one the professors she admired most in the entire school. She could see what the situation had looked like, but she had to plead her case. “Please, Professor. This is not what it appears to be.” She began but even as she said it, she knew that it was hopeless. The randy idiot was wearing nothing but his hideous boxers and they were found in a very compromising position. Mia went silent, it was all she could do to stop tears from forming in her eyes. This would go on her permanent record. She had spent five years working on her flawless school record and in the course of two days, Artie had all but destroyed it. Not to mention her reputation. “That would have been yes, wouldn’t it?” The question had been uttered with such arrogance, that Mia whirled around to glare at him. One look at his smug grin was all it took to find her fury again. “Not if you were the last human being on the entire planet.” She snapped at him as she reached for her school bag. Her hands were trembling in anger as she “The Bloody Baron has a better shot than you do.” And with that she brushed past Professor Kerrigan (with an apologetic look) and stormed out to the hallway. She hurried down the corridor and turned the corner to head to the stairs. It was only then that she paused. She needed to think. She needed to compose herself. Mia had always been easily unraveled around guys before, but that was usually because her mind would race with a thousand thoughts at once. Yet with Artie, it was the opposite. She couldn’t form a single coherent thought and it was unnerving. Why did he have that effect have on her? She knew his reputation, and she knew it was true because he practically announced his conquests to the entire school. He was the most despicable type of boy imaginable. So why was she disappointed that Kerrigan had interrupted that moment? Edited by Mia Lancaster, Feb 25 2014, 09:20 PM.
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