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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]

True.

[He likes his table though.]

I'm learning all sorts of ways muggles cope without magic here. Don't tell anyone, but it's kind of fascinating. I've never used matches before.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

And don't turn into a pyro.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I burn myself too much.

[Holding up his hand to show the little white marks on his fingers, where he'd failed miserably with the matches.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

...oh hey, unrelated note, we might be getting a cat.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

...why?

[...lol what.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Because they're amazing.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

They're alright.

[He frowns.]

Let's get an owl instead. They're much better and they carry your mail for you.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Too late.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Where is it?

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Temple.

So, you guys use owls to deliver mail?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I had a nice one, actually.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it?

Light another cigarette, let's share it so they last.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He fumbles to get out another cigarette, sitting back on the table, closer to her.]

She was a barred owl. Very pretty, you know? Lasted me through my entire school years- got her when she was just a baby when I started school.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

At eighteen you'd be graduated, right?

One of the only good things about being dead is never having to face highschool again.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Died the Fall after I graduated.

[He shrugs and tries to light the cigarette, burning his fingers a bit and cursing before managing to get it properly lit.]

Which sucks, because after all that, I only got a few months of freedom.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

A couple of weeks before I left, I got into this huge fight at school.

Believe it or not, I have never been one of the popular crowd.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

They're overrated.

[Taking a small drag, before offering her the cigarette.]

My brother was one of them, the git.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Potentially don't tell him this story, in that case.

[She takes it from him, then steals a big drag and blows a smoke ring.]

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

What story?

[He looks impressed though. Smoke rings are cool yo.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

There was this one who hated me.

[Offering him the cigarette back, after one more breath.]

And she came at me in the cafeteria one day with two friends. I don't know if magic makes this different, but when we fight, we really try to hurt each other. Two of her friends held my arms and she went after me.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

No, we hit people too.

[He's exchanged blows with his brother more than once. But Regulus quiets down and takes a drag of the cigarette.]

Did they hurt you?

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

They tried to. She tackled me onto the floor and hit my head pretty good.

So I, uh, hit her with a lit cigarette and ground it in.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Good for you.

[He doesn't seem terrible perturbed. Then again, healing spells exist in his world.]

She probably deserved it.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she did.

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[snarkypotions]

Don't even think about it, Black... [Oh, hello there. Don't mind him strolling up, a box of potions in one hand.] Cigarettes won't stay lit if you persist in this watery habit of yours.