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[the_noble_black]

I'm not- surprised or anything.

[His voice is soft, yet angry.]

But you Gryffindors have to be the most useless of the lot. Can't even band together when there's an emergency. No, you've got to split up and die separate, like a bloody herd of sheep. 's good that there's one less of you, really.

[A long pause, and he slowly gets over himself.

And because he can't filter messages and generally sucks at everything that doesn't involve spellcraft...]

Vi- I found a better table than the one we're using. A couple candles too, for light. Want to meet me in a bit?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

It's their own fault.

[He yawns.]

Okay, but you're gonna have to meet me here and help me with the table.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

How is it their fault someone was sent home?

Where are you?

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Oh, that. [He shrugs, but doesn't really have anything more to say in his defense.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Dumbass. Give me ten minutes, and knock it off with the sibling rivalry in the mean time.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Hey- look, he started it.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

That is so much the opposite of true I'm amazed you can say it with a straight face.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

He did! They all did- they're being idiots, and I'm just calling them out on it.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Are you twelve? Knock it off.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

You don't know what happened.

[Grouching.]

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[Curious.]

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Long story.

[Sigh.]

I'll tell you when you get here.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Two minutes.

[The feed clicks off.]

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[He'll just be in a house he'd been pillaging, kicking his feet idly as he sits on the table he'd been talking about before.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[She calls from the doorway, trying to spot him in the half-dark.]

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Violet.

[He smiles a bit, gently putting out his cigarette and tucking it away in the box.]

Over here.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Are you smoking? Can I steal?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Was.

[Rifling through, handing her a slightly crooked cigarette.]

Found them here, in one of the drawers.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Awesome, you're the best.

Got a light?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[Matches, but they'd do. He pulls out the box and strikes carefully, reaching over to light her cigarette, and then, after a moment of thought, relighting his own.]

C'mon, sit.

[Patting at the table next to him.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

[She settles down next to him.]

Why were you freaking, earlier?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, morosely.]

Sirius died during the event, and none of his new family were there. Fucking hypocrites.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Dicks.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

[Exhaling a plume of smoke.]

Anyway, I was there, but of course, he still hates me. Probably would have been better if he'd just died alone. Maybe then he'd know what it feels like.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

You really can't tell him about that?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[He sighs.]

If the Dark Lord found out about my death, he'd know that he'd been weakened, and he'd take steps against it. It's imperative that he never finds out. That guy can read minds, it's bad enough that I'm here.