With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by VINDA SELWYN on Sept 16, 2019 10:58:51 GMT
Anger was a feeling that Vinda, throughout her not-so-easy life, had felt a lot. Usually, it was one that she could bring down to a gentle simmer, one she could prevent from reaching it's boiling point and flooding over the sides of the pot, splashing everyone in it's reach. It wasn't often she let it grow so much but today? Today was different.
She had been provoked and prodded at, then treated like she was an absolute disgrace for having the backbone to defend herself and drag the offender in the process. She'd been called despicable, childish, disgusting, a pathetic waste, a shallow husk of a human who's trying to cling to some sick sense of superiority by bringing others down. She'd had her wand threatened to be broken, she'd been kicked out of class for the rest of the year, a Professor had attempted to order to a corner - and this had all been in front of her peers.
It wasn't the worst humiliation she'd ever endured, not by a long shot. Her dad was in Azkaban for life. Her mother was a drunk who liked to indulge and making a blubbering fool of herself in every social situation. Almost everyone in the pureblood society thought she wasn't actually a Selwyn, that she wasn't fully related to Pierre but her half-sister Flora was. Her grand-mère had traded her like a piece of cattle without even consulting her. All of that, all of those memories, they coursed through Vinda's head and the pain of the past mingled with the pain of the present? It was too much to bear and she had reached her breaking point.
Slamming the door to the seventh year Slytherin dorms open, Vinda didn't bother to look around, to see if Willy was actually there because she didn't care. She was here to get what she needed and Merlin have mercy on his soul if he tried to stop her. She wanted the pain to stop, and if this was the only way... heading straight to his trunk, Vinda pushed it open. He had to have something, right? Something... billywigs, alcohol, something. She need it. She needed to -
"Merde! Where is it?" she gritted out, pulling belonging after belonging out, throwing them out of the floor one after the other. She couldn't find anything. Why couldn't she... letting out a frustrated scream behind gritted teeth, Vinda leaned back onto her bottom and slammed her hands on the ground next to her. It felt good, and so she did it again, and again, and again. Over and over until pain radiated across her palms and through her fingertips and she started to feel just the tiniest bit better.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Sept 18, 2019 15:04:11 GMT
"Please... I really must get back to..." with a hiss, the pleading stopped and the little first year snake resigned themselves to the chore at hand. Willy strode the dark corridors down to the Slytherin dungeons with his head held high and just the right amount of smug on his handsome face whilst trailed by the whining firstie. See, Willy wanted freshly made tea but Hogwarts was unfortunately lacking in the room service department and so he'd chosen a personal butler from the Slytherin common room and began the training. Why he hadn't thought of this sooner was beyond Willy. It was a stroke of genius.
"Spill the tea and you'll have to go back and repeat," William warned as he then gained entrance into the Slytherin dungeon. "... service with a smile, else you don't get the galleon," William wasn't completely cruel, he was more than happy to pay for a job well done and the little firstie looked like they could use a galleon or five hundred. The steps to the seventh year dorms proved difficult for the child to navigate and Willy pinched the top of his nose as if it would give him some kind of patience when he heard strange sounds in his room.
A girl screaming? he looked to the eleven year old and arched a perfectly plucked brow. "Get back to your studies," Willy demanded, swiftly taking the tray of tea and china from them. The child paused, chewing their lip for a second out of... maybe curiousity? William glared at them. "You'll be paid double to leave now, no questions." Oh how quickly a child could be bought off. Willy could hear smacking sounds behind the door now... by some miracle had Ozzy Tyrell gotten lucky? William doubted it. That particular snake had all the charm of a rotten eel... seemed to run thick in the family Willy thought with a wicked grin as he pushed the door open to see... Vinda?
"What are you doing on the floor, Vinda? ... why is my....?" Willy promptly put his tea tray on the bedside table and got to his knees beside the girl. "Merlin, when I imagined myself on my knees before you this wasn't what I had in mind," Willy commented as his multicoloured eyes searched that of his friend. Usually quite adept at controlling the metamorphmagus abilities, the fact that his eyes could not settle on a colour was... rather telling about how confused he was.
Post by VINDA SELWYN on Sept 19, 2019 10:41:03 GMT
Vinda was so busy slamming her hands down on the ground beside her that she didn't even notice Willy until he was kneeling in front of her, making some lewd comment about it in the process. Normally, Vinda would have shot back half-joking that on his knees in front of her was where he rightfully belonged because she deserved to be worshiped, didn't he know that? Of course, in a strictly platonic way although if the scenario ever did play out, perhaps she could suggest that while he was down there... clearing her throat, her blood still absolutely boiling from earlier, Vinda shot out with more venom that she truly intended that, "I'm sure you get on your knees for plenty of other people, Willy. In fact, it's probably their favourite position to have you in."
Glancing at the absolute chaos she had caused in the process of raiding his trunk, Vinda softened before crawling forward towards Willy, her eyes pleading as she raised her hand to his cheek. She wanted him to look her in the eye, to know that she truly meant what she said next. "I need you to give me something, Willy. Alcohol or... billywigs or something. Please? I need to forget about... for a little while, or before I dose some losers drink with aconite." Realising that Willy was not about to let her get wasted without a reason, especially given that she never drank or smoke or did anything to actually relax, Vinda knew that she had to tell him what had transpired. Especially after she'd mentioned lethally poisoning somebody.
"I just got kicked out of History of Magic for the rest of the year because I'm not some dimwit who lacks enough self-respect to defend myself," Vinda spat out, temper flaring already because she wasn't going to get let Arthur fucking Longbottom trample all over her and make a spectacle of her in the process. She was better that that. "You want to know what happened? Hmm? We were discussing wands, and Arthur Longbottom decided to announce to the class I was temperamental like my wand. You know what wand he has, Willy? Do you? He has a dogwood wand. It's not an inherently bad wand in the hands of a capable wizard which he is not. I told him that maybe a dogwood wand chose him because of the fact he's a wand, but maybe it should have chosen his sister instead because she's like a bitch in heat. I've heard the rumours, Willy. I've seen her with plenty of boys around the castle and I would not be surprised if she wasn't the puritanical virgin she's trying to fool everyone into thinking she is. Perhaps I should send her a chastity belt as a present."
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Sept 29, 2019 0:37:50 GMT
Oooo, girl, you sure you’re not a manticore? Willy thought as Vinda turned her angry stare and venomous words in his direction. He loved it. In fact he wiggled his head just a little with a smirk that would bemuse even the filthiest in the red light districts because damned right they liked him on his knees. He didn’t pierce his tongue just for aesthetics. ”Mmmmmf I love it when you talk dirty to me,” was his quick reply, ”whenever you’re ready to find out why, you can skip the queue I promise. VIP.”
For the briefest of moments, William believed that Vinda was about to take him up on his offer as she inched forward. He reached his own hands out to embrace her, but as she implored him for something to take an edge off Willy’s face fell. ”Wh...?” he began, but his friend had already begun to explain. He could hardly believe Vinda was kicked out of a class? That wouldn’t stick too long, knowing Vinda and her lot.
His hands rested on Vinda’s knees as she told her story, trying his best to process the deluge. Clearly loudmouth Arthur needed to be taught there were better uses for his mouth and then Grace’s virginity was the hot topic and Willy let out a laugh. ”Please, Grace was born with a chastity belt - his name is Arthur Longbottom. Little dick has punched me once or twice just for remarking how good his little sister would look... nevermind,” Willy’s eyes rolled towards the site of his messed up chest.
”So, how fucked up are we going for V?” Willy brought out his wand and used the tip to trace an invisible letter W under the backside of the lid. ”Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” he said casually, though this was part of the unlocking magic. Instantly, a small compartment appeared. With deft fingers, Willy found the billywig stings and a small bottle of absinthe. ”I particularly enjoy a crushed billywig absinthe cocktail. Both will make you feel like you have wings annnnnd one will actually make you float.”
William sat back and wriggled his brows at Vinda. He could hardly wait to see her let loose a little. ”Oh wait, am I meant to be the good friend that convinces you not to indulge?” Like that was even possible for the Wagtail.
Post by VINDA SELWYN on Sept 30, 2019 10:44:15 GMT
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep, William," Vinda was shooting back, completely ignoring the jolt of heat that shot through her spine at his words and that smirk he wore because her body? It was a traitor, making her want to do things that she could never act upon in a million years, regardless of how tempting it was.
Vinda didn't tear her gaze away from Willy's face as he took in the recounting of the story she had told him because why should she? Was she ashamed of her actions? No, no, she was not. She was not in the wrong for defending herself, and she refused to even entertain the thought. Despite how much the word's that left O'Keeffe's lips had stung her and they had, like little thorn pricks all over her body, she was not responsible for his words to her either. Had she disrupted a class? Yes. She could take ownership over that fact, but she hadn't deserved the sheer dressing down that a Professor had laid upon her whilst simultaneously taking away her right to defend herself. "Do you know what that pathetic little teacher told me when he kicked me out? After I finished speaking to Arthur? He told me, and this is verbatim, that I was a 'shallow husk of a human who's trying to cling to some sick sense of superiority by bringing others down.' Tell me this... was he not trying to do the same by dragging my character in front of the class? I have a memory like an elephant, I know exactly what he called me - despicable, childish, disgusting, a pathetic waste. He threatened to break my wand, William. My wand. I think he's on a superiority trip if he thinks being a Professor suddenly makes him an all-mighty man who can go around threatening students."
Letting out a hiss of air between her clenched teeth, Vinda let Willy's calmness influence her own, his hands on her knees pulling her back from her place of pure anger before it could get even worse. Shrugging back her shoulders, she even let out a laugh at the mention of Arthur Longbottom being Grace's glorified chastity belt because wasn't that the truth? "I should hope your standards have improved since being punched once or twice, William. You can do much better than either sibling from that family."
"I just want to get trashed. Feel like I can be somebody other than myself, even if it's just for tonight," she said, her eyes tracking Willy's movements as he opened a small compartment, producing billywig stings and absinthe. The idea of getting high and drunk... well, they were both appealing, that was for sure. "The day you become my 'good' friend is the day you look outside and the water has turned to lava, William. It's never going to happen. Now, surprise me. I'll close my eyes and you can make the decision of what we're going to do." Giving up complete power and control? It was a foreign concept to her and it did make her nervous, but she was never going to relax if she was in the driver's seat the entire time.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Oct 20, 2019 5:17:43 GMT
When Vinda told William that he shouldn't make promises he didn't intend to keep, the horny teenager had to resist proving that he kept his promises. Instead, by some glorious intervention, William just gave the most smug grin and his tongue folded over his lips for a moment. "The moment you're ready, Vinda," he repeated. William didn't have a romantic bone in his body; at least not one that he'd found yet, but this wasn't... this wasn't the right time. Merlin on High, did he really just think that?
William's shock about how the teacher had addressed Vinda was written all over his face. Where the fuck were they finding these teachers? "Are you fucking kidding me right now? No teacher should talk that way... we get detention and points deducted for LESS. ... he threatened to break your? your wand?" Willy's hair was slowly turning red despite his usual ability to control the metamorphmagus impeccably. "He must have the tiniest dick in the world. Micro-penis O'Keeffe - that's the only explanation. If he ever breaks your wand I will shove it so far up his anus that he will be coughing up splinters," Willy growled as he tried to steady his hands with the billywigs and absinthe. He'd be having a decently large helping himself, it seemed.
"Whilst I am absolutely all for getting trashed, my sweet little snake, you don't need to be anyone else, you hear me? You're fucking glorious," William said earnestly. "Smart, more talent in your pinky than most students have in their entire body - hell, more than most of the teachers too, - a body to die for and Merlin don't get me started on fashion else we'll be here all day," he grinned as he squeezed the billywig's juices into the absinthe and swished it around. "And there's some illicit activities to get to instead."
Willy offered the cocktail up to Vinda - she had closed her eyes though and by Merlin the temptation was arousing. "Hmmm," he fished out another billywig and slowly traced its stinger along the girl's lips, barely touching and slowly squeezing so it left a little bit of stinger juice as a trail. "Now, lick your lips or I'll lick them for you."
As Willy outright licked his lips at her, Vinda's baby blue eyes followed the movement keenly before she heard the words 'the moment you're ready' come pouring out. In a few seconds of pure idiocy, Vinda moved towards him, long-nailed fingers curling to rest on the stubble of his cheek. It felt good, so good, touching someone so intimately in ways she never allowed herself to but then sense kicked in and she wouldn't let her body dictate her actions. Tapping the pads of her fingers against his skin, she said in all but a whisper, "I'm not going to be someone you fuck once then leave alone in some bed, William. I'm worth more than that."
Willy's words about O'Keeffe had Vinda's eyes trained at the ceiling because she agreed, but besides raise all hell with the other Professors, there was nothing she could do. Unless he went to St. Mungos and had an 'accident' with Pierre which... didn't actually sound like all that bad of an idea, come to think of it. Perhaps Pierre could give him the wrong medicine to treat him. "I bet my wand would be longer even if it was broken in half," she said, voice dripping with disdain. She never intended to find out, she valued her eyesight thank you very much, but it was likely an accurate guess.
The shower of compliments that drenched her a moment later thanks to Willy had Vinda falling quiet. She knew she was smart, she knew that she was talented and fashionable... but nobody besides her family and very few friends told her that. It was like giving credit where it was due to the biggest perceived bitch in Hogwarts was a crime, like it would get them locked up for even uttering the words. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she sent William a small smile. "I'm not going to say you're making me blush because you aren't but... it's nice to hear people acknowledge my upsides for once," she said, before nodding. "You've got some decent qualities yourself, otherwise I wouldn't bother keeping you in my company. I think my favourite is the fact that you're just so... uncaring of other people's opinion. You have a spine, which most people lack."
Vinda's eyes had fluttered close and when she first felt the tickle on her lips, she wondered... was this a prelude to William kissing her? Her body certainly wouldn't object, not with the way her thighs were squeezing together and there were goosebumps raised on her bare arms. She might even kiss him back but then Willy was speaking, deep voice running a shiver down her spine, and he was giving her instructions. Vinda's eyes opened once more and from beneath her dark lashes, she stared at him as her tongue darted out to lick her pink lips, catching the juice that Willy had left in his wake with the stinger. "I have it on good authority that I have a sharp tongue, Willy. Lick me and you might end up bleeding when I lick you back."
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Nov 4, 2019 14:18:51 GMT
Was she...? For the briefest of moments, William was almost positive that Vinda was about to kiss him. He was very cool with that, even to the point were he moved just that tiny bit to press into her touch. His wild thoughts ran away with him in that split second when his lids became heavy in anticipation because those nails along his skin? Magic. He'd just have to say the one thing and she'd gouge out half of his back and honestly... that was something he'd be keen to try out. Still, he opened his eyes as Vinda rejected him oh-so-eloquently. "Oh no babe, for you there'd definitely be after sex-snuggles," he pouted a little, though his hand on her thigh massaged it a little as he moved to rest his forehead against hers. "V, you're worth the world and I know it."
As the pair of teenagers discussed O'Keeffe's penile problems, Willy coughed out a laugh when Vinda said her broken wand would be bigger. "Girl, that is if we could even find it to measure," he said with a cruel grin before he wrinkled his nose. "I swear if I have nightmares tonight, I'm putting bulbadox powder all over that man's books tomorrow. We can blame it on Arthur. Two birds one snake - cuz you know, we're Slytherins and so we're efficient with payback."
Willy's perfectly glossed lips pulled into a half-smirk as he watched Vinda flick her hair over her shoulder. Better believe he knew that was a good sign. "Oh darling, don't issue me a challenge," he interjected because he was sure he could make even Vinda blush if he really wanted to. Still, he was glad that she was happy to accept the compliments. "Why thank you. Honestly, who the Hell else would I have an intelligent conversation with in this joint?" Willy enjoyed a lot of different students for various things, but Vinda was undoubtedly his bestie. "You don't survive 17 years as the son of the most famous pureblood artist in the twenty-first century without a spine and thick skin," Willy conceded before dusting off imaginary dust from his shoulder. "Besides I'm a clever bitch cuz I've got you on my side," he said with a cheeky wink.
The sting-spiked absinthe was the last thing on Willy's mind as Vinda opened her eyes and licked her lips. Merlin have Mercy. Without thinking, his hand had put the drink down and was running up Vinda's leg instead, "I'm not afraid of a bit of pain. In fact, it would be a pleasure," Willy grinned and brought his face mere inches from Vinda's. "Do your worst," he dared as he very slowly ran his tongue over the girl's lower lip.
Vinda wanted to believe that there'd be 'snuggles' and more if they ever went to bed together but.. she wasn't a stupid girl. She was well aware of her best friends propensity to 'love them and leave them' after sex and the mere thought of them doing it one time then never again was enough to hurt her frosty little heart. It was certainly tempting though, especially with the way his warm, large hand spanned her thigh, rubbing the sensitive skin - if only he could just edge a little higher... Vinda's breath stuttered at the thought, brushing against Willy's face oh-so-close to hers. Trying her very best to form full sentences, Vinda's eyes drifted shut once more because looking at him when she was feeling like this completely shot her concentration. "Snuggling. How special. You say that like you don't do that with your bed partners already," Vinda said, a hint of reproach creeping into her voice. "Besides, if we did do anything... what happens if I don't live up to your expectations? What if it gets out to the school? I can see the rumour owl going around right now: Vinda Selwyn - disappointment to deflower. I can't have that. I'd be the laughing stock of the entire school."
The challenge of not issuing Willy a challenge to make her blush had Vinda's lips pulling into a pretty little smirk. "That's somewhat Gryffindor-esque of you, Willy. It sounds like you want to be dared," she pointed out, before nodding curtly. That was true... who else would he engage with who could articulate a sentence beyond five words without saying 'uh'? Arthur Longbottom? The thought of holding a conversation with him, let alone one that held even a semblance of intelligence, was enough to make Vinda let out a laugh. Yes, it really was that humourous to her. "I imagine some of the owls would hold a decent conversation - I'd bet on them before some... most of our classmates." As Willy hyped her up even more, declaring that he was a clever bitch because he had her on his side, Vinda's lips twitched into a small smile. "I can't imagine being best friends with anyone other than you, Willy. Your positive traits far outweigh the negatives, and you're... above average to look at." Ah, yes, what every young man wanted to hear.
Merde. The heated expression on Willy's face was enough to make Vinda want to throw caution to the wind, close the distance between them and climb into his lap, her hips undulating against his but... she found herself too distracted by the way his clever fingers were skimming their way up her leg once more. "You're such a tease," she breathed before she could really stop herself, but then Willy did the unthinkable and licked her bottom lip. Vinda's entire being shuddered, she was this close to saying fuck it and ripping off her ugly as sin school robes when sense yet again came crashing back to her. Her hands moved to Willy's shoulders, planting them against the hard muscle to stop him from doing anything else. "I'm betrothed. I can't just do as I please. Merlin, Willy, what is wrong with you? Why do you have to make this so hard?"
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Nov 6, 2019 15:51:26 GMT
”Oh they are special, I give the best post coital snuggles that only the most deserving get to bask in,” Willy replied easily, his brow raising with each word to emphasise further than just the inflection of his voice. Willy was shaking his head slowly as Vinda began describing her horrible version of events. ”Selwyn, I’m deeply cut to think you think you’d ever disappoint me. Everyone has to start somewhere and like most things, it only gets better with practice. Luckily I like to practice a lot in my spare time,” he bragged playfully, a little tongue-in-cheek. ”But babe, I don’t kiss and tell shit. Granted I don’t hide shit either, I don’t do anything I know I’ll regret after all...”
Ah! A rare glimpse of a Vinda smile had Willy’s white teeth flashing in a cheeky grin that would make a cherub jealous. ”It’s the ambitious Slytherin in me, what can I say?” Gryffindors didn’t have all the daring qualities. After all, it took a lot to be a bad ass super villain in Willy’s humblest of opinions. Slytherin just so happened to have the lion’s share in that department. Willy lived for it and owned the house infamy. Still, Willy had to laugh as Vinda decided the best conversation available, after her, was the owls. Brilliant burn for allllllll the Hogwarts students and staff alike. HAAAAA!
”Merlin, I wouldn’t be seen dead in the owlery ... all that bird shit and feathers? No thank you. I’d rather slum it with a bunch of brain dead Puffs,” he said with a shake of his head. Vomit, bodily fluids, blood, guts was all rainbows and glitter for Willy but no. He didn’t do bird poop. ”Above average? Vinda did that professor break your eyesight when he threatened to break your wand? I’m fucking stunning thank you very much,” Willy stated with the confidence of someone who had convinced themselves they’d easily win Top 100 Hottest Wizards if they even did that in the Daily Prophet.
With his hand sliding up Vinda’s thigh and the girl clearly responsive, William let out a breathy chuckle as she called him a tease. Fuck yes he was and he loved every moment of it! As his tongue connected with Vinda’s lips, though, it was excruciatingly difficult to stop at just a lick. He wanted more. He wanted her and he was just about to turn it into a kiss when she put her hands on his shoulder annnnnd Willy heard what she had to say.
Merlin, Willy searched Vinda’s eyes for a moment as he considered his response and after a moment he backed up away from her face. ”I don’t know - probably the fact that you’re forbidden fruit,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and a lazy grin. His black painted fingers slipped around the drink he had prepared earlier and put it forward for Vinda to try. ”Got your mind off micro-dick O’Keeffe for a minute or two though, didn’t it?”
"And what qualifies someone to be deserving of these post coital snuggles, as you so... maturely refer to them?" Vinda asked, eyes narrowing critically because she was quite certain that Willy's criteria for cuddling really wasn't that specific, and the thought of him cuddling someone in bed - the very bed that was only mere inches away from them, in fact - was enough to curdle her stomach like bad milk. When Willy quickly reassured her that they could practice to make her seem like less of a disappointment if they ever went to bed together made her want to do a very... un-Vinda-like movement and squirm because she just didn't like the idea of not being good enough in the first place. "I know you like to practice, Willy. You've done so with about half of the school, regardless of... what they look like, and what they act like. It's a shame, really, seeing how much your standards apparently drop when you're out looking to get a bed warmer for the night." She wasn't jealous. Oh no, not at all.
The promise of 'I don't hide shit' wasn't good enough for her, plain and simple. If somebody dared to ask Willy if they had slept together, it sounded like he wouldn't lie straight to their face and she just couldn't have that. Her entire life would fall like a stack of cards in front of her eyes, and no amount of damage control would fix it. She'd be labelled a whore, a slut... she'd be on par with her mother, a thought that made her want to gag with distaste. "I don't think that's the right approach," she settled with telling him, nose raising slightly in the air. "You say you do things you won't regret, however it's tremendously naive to think you can predict the future. You're a metamorphmagus, not a seer. You can't tell whether you'll regret things prior to doing them. Things happen, unexpected things."
"Are badgers really considered superior to owls? I would have clocked them to be on the same level... their common room would be tragic, no doubt. All the ghastly yellow, plastered everywhere because of positive vibes," Vinda said, lips twisting into a frown. She'd take owls and their mess any day - at least they won't emotionally unstable like Hufflepuffs tended to be, crying at the drop of a hat... like Grace Longbottom, for example. At Willy's declaration that he was fucking stunning, Vinda reverted back to the mood she'd been in before, her eyes raking over him because he really was handsome. Merlin, she had such good taste when it came to the aesthetics of her friends. She would never subject herself to hanging around an ugly person - she valued her eyesight too much. "I suppose I can admit when I'm in the wrong. You're are very... chiseled. What was it that Isobel told me about her beau? Oh, yes, something something with 'a jawline so perfectly square that you can...' I don't know what she was going to finish that sentence with, but I'm sure whatever she was thinking of would have been fitting."
Vinda hated, absolutely loathed, the fact that Willy moved away from her even though she had been the one who told him to back off. Why did she have to be so logical and think everything through? Why couldn't she be the type to be spontaneous and dwell on her actions later? Ah, that's right, she didn't like to scramble or seem desperate. When he told her that she was 'forbidden fruit,' Vinda fingers curled up on her thighs. "You've had six years to take a bite, Willy, and you leave it until I'm betrothed," she said, voice lowering to a hiss. At the sight of a drink, Vinda's curled fingers outstretched to take it, then raised the glass to her lips. "I suppose you've got a point there. I'd rather not think about the tragedy waiting to happen any more tonight."
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Nov 16, 2019 15:37:57 GMT
”Hmm, I guess that depends on how much information you can handle Miss V,” Willy replied coyly tapping the side of his nose in the universal gesture for keeping a closely guarded secret. ”Maybe it’s a V.I.P. situation and only people...” he paused, glanced over his shoulder and then leaned in so that his cheek brushed against Vinda’s to whisper, ”whose name starts with V and end with inda get to enjoy them.” After all, most people were worth a shag at least once but more than that? Probably not. There was no hiding the rather chuffed look on his face as Vinda proclaimed he’d practiced with half the school but his brow raised at her words of ’regardless of what they look like’. ”Excuse you, the only thing I don’t discriminate against is blood... because everyone looks about ten times hotter with a little bit of me in...” Willy paused and glanced at his dorm mate’s bed. ”Second thoughts, scratch that. I’d rather screw sandpaper than a Tyrell.”
On the subject of Willy not doing things he would regret, Willy gasped as she announced his magical abilities were limited to that of a metamorphmagus. His eyes flashed a rainbow of different colours, as did his nails on the hand that had reached to his broken heart. ”I’m not a seer? Wellllll shit. I ... what am I going to do with the damned tea now? Just drink it?” he asked with a curl to his lips as he daintily raised a teacup to his lips to sip at the cooling brew. ”Ugh. Cold tea. Not great.” Willy wrinkled his nose and returned the cup before continuing to address Vinda’s actual concerns, ”what I mean to say is that I own my decisions. They’re either good or bad in the long run, sure, but not something I regret because each decision has lead me to where I am. Right now. On the seventh year Slytherin make dorm room floor with my best friend who’s just had a run in with Thick-As-Pig-Shit Arthur and his round table of idiots.”
Willy snorted with amusement at Vinda’s denouncement of Hufflepuff, ”but the Puffs are potty trained, usually. Can’t say the same for the owls.” He grinned because if that was the best endorsement he had for an entire house of people at Hogwarts then that was pretty damned sad, wasn’t it? ”Honestly though - all that yellow. It’s as if none of them have ever figured out that yellow just ... it doesn’t do pale, pasty skin any favours. Makes them all appear jaundiced.” He shuddered, though he looooooved talking fashion Hufflepuff just... from the moment they were sorted, they we’re screwed.
”... that you can sit on it?” Willy finished the sentence for Isobel because yes. Yes, Willy could definitely see that girl on top of Bow-Tie like that. ”Tell me more about this conversation with Isobel. Sounds delicious.” Willy was a nosey little snake and he love love loved knowing people’s business. ”But of course I should remind you that should you want first hand experience, I’m always available and more than willing.”
After Vinda had pushed him away, Willy let his gaze drop to her knees that were pressed against his own for a moment so the girl could gather her thoughts... and so he could too. Not that he’d ever admit that. ”Hmmm, you’re right. I guess I’ve just been busy biting the lower hanging fruit,” he said with a smirk that had a saddened overtone. ”But know what I get from that, Vinda? That you’d have liked me to,” his hand instinctively moved up her thigh again.
”Cin Cin!” Willy urged his friend on to drink. As she lifted the glass to her lips his free hand moved to press a finger against the bottom of it so that she had to continue drinking, slowly tilting it for her convenience. ”Ready for another?”
In the blink of an eye, Willy's cheek was brushing against hers and fuck, why was he so close again? If she turned her head ever so slightly, their lips would meet and that was tempting... too tempting. Shuffling her petite body backwards, Vinda's eyes met Willy's steadily, "Or maybe post-coital cuddling is reserved for whoever passes out next to you and doesn't leave straight away, Willy. As long as they're warm, right? I can't see you being too picky, nor can I see you being so heartless to hump and dump." Her words were becoming increasingly more shrewd by the minute, her hands coiling up beside her yet again especially as Willy had the nerve to look so proud of having slept with half the school. Then he announced that the only thing that he didn't discriminate against was blood."I bet if I were to look back at your resume of people you've bedded, I would find at least five boys who think the peak of fashion is to wear their boxers hanging out of their shorts like some surfer boys. I bet I'd find some vision marring gingers in there too, Willy. You should be more picky, least you knock someone like that up."
"Use your sense of logic and realise that it's impossible to read the future from a cup of tea. Majority of the people who claim they can 'see the future' need to spend a stint of time in St. Mungos," Vinda said, her nose raising because seers? Anyone who claimed to be one was lying. You couldn't tell the future, there was absolutely no way, and to think you could via a crystal ball or teacup... it was just delusional. Vinda's internal rampage against seers was sidetracked as Willy claimed that he owned his decisions and she studied him carefully before deciding to not argue the point any further. Instead, she clicked her tongue. "I hope that he swallows his tongue in his sleep. He's such a... someone should tell him that being a loose canon isn't a good look. Actually, they should tell him that his mother's choice in the clothing he wears isn't a good look. I bet that he wears something stupid on his boxers like... fucking... pickles. He would do something like that, thinking it would be a hilarious joke if someone ever saw them - but the joke is that no-one ever will and if they do, they'll be laughing at him and not the boxers themselves." Okay, maybe she was thinking too hard about this hypothetical situation, but the fact that she was banned from returning to the class and he was left without a scratch? It got under her skin, really badly.
Was that what Isobel had intended on finishing her sentence with? Vinda tried not to let the surprise colour her face, nor the spike of lust that jolted through her body at the thought of using Willy's face like... well, that. It was an... interesting visual, that was for sure. "I'm sure Isobel or Wolfgang will relish the opportunity to sit on your face," Vinda said, lips pursing as she suddenly found her nails very interesting. "The conversation was just about gossip, nothing more, nothing less. It was before I knew that was who she was dating."
That you'd have liked me to. Of course she would have, that much was clear, but... "It doesn't matter now, does it?" she said, her eyes dropping to his hand that spanned the width of her thigh. This time, she didn't push it off. It was in the safe zone until it started to inch a little higher. Willy's spare hand was assisting her to drink, tilting the cup up for her and when the liquid had all been drained, she rewarded him with the slightest of smiles. She was already beginning to feel a little warm, and she had no doubt that due to her inexperience when it came to drinking, it wouldn't take long until she started to feel it. "Yes, give me another, and another. You may have to deal with me crashing in your bed tonight too, I can't have my roommates circulating rumours about me when I'm not the true alcoholic in my dorm room... do you think Valentino gets drunk just from drinking Rousseau's blood?"
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Dec 21, 2019 10:19:05 GMT
The seventh year let out a bark of a laugh as Vinda tried to make him sound like Matheus, "if they're passed out that just means I did a top job. But anything that's warm? V, don't confuse me with Delgado babe. Am I going to wait around for the perfect person all my life? No because they don't exist. But good for you that you've found Mr Right... what a shame it's not me," Willy ended with a grin, his fingers deftly tucking the blonde locks behind her right ear and then lightly brushing down the side of her neck, along the perfectly protruding collarbone because he desperately wanted to feel her body quiver at his touch. Just let go, Vinda he was willing her unfairly. When she spoke of boys that had their pants hanging ridiculously low, Willy laughed again because, "you know the only thing that keeps those pants up? Their big [insert non-PG term here]. So yeah there's a few in there - the bigger the better, babe."
Lest he knock a soulless ginger up."Merlin, V, wash your mouth out. I sucked face once with a ginge - honestly, they took the sucking part way too literally. Think their mother was a dementor," Willy shuddered hard. "Not only did my dad pass on his musical talent, he also taught me a thing or two about contraceptive charms and ways to keep you safe and clean not just baby-free thank you very much," Willy said indignantly. Despite the rock-and-roll life that Willy's father had enjoyed, he was his father's one-and-only and not by just pure happenstance either.
Willy couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him as Vinda debunked seers, "careful V, you're going to start sounding like a science-loving muggle that claims magic doesn't exist. Our Div-Proff's actually pretty cool and a legit seer. Maybe if you ask her nicely, she'll let you know how many babies you're gonna have with Adrian," he teased, the side of his smile tilted further up in a cocky smirk. "Mmmmk now you're making me regret whatever decision you made to think that hard about Arthur's childish pant choice," Willy groaned and took a deep, swift skull of his drink because he was not nearly drunk enough for the picture of a pubeless wonder helicoptering around the Gryffindor Tower. If Delgado took him, was that a crime? He had the mind of a child after all. "I'm pretty sure his brain stopped developing the moment he received his Hogwarts letter seven years ago..." Willy finished his thought aloud.
"'Just gossip'," Willy repeated, his face aghast at the assertion because the pair of them... lived for gossip. "I want to know... unless it was about who's on their periods and who isn't. You can keep that shit to yourselves. Ew," honestly, Willy was channeling drag-queens hard-core just now with the look he gave his friend at the mere mention of the P word. "I can't believe you'd purposely keep me out of your gossip seshes. THIS is why I have to entertain myself with alcohol and sex."
Willy noticed that Vinda didn't move his hand off her thigh, even as it inched slowly closer to the 'pot of gold' it instinctively sought out. He was pleasantly surprised by the younger student's ability to gulp down the alcoholic liquid and when she was finished, he liberally refilled both their glasses, squirted the contents of a billywig into it and stirred before offering it back up to Vinda. "The first drink was free. This second one's going to cost you," he grinned, running his tongue over his bottom teeth to wet it, his colour-changing eyes not shy about the fact that he was looking from her lips to the top of her shirt. "Your tie, madame."
"Anything that's warm and willing," Vinda amended graciously because she was quite certain that Willy's criteria for people he went to bed with wasn't that specific. But she wasn't about to keep arguing the point with him, and her eyes narrowed critically as Willy proclaimed she'd found Mr. Right because... he couldn't be more wrong. But she kept that thought to herself. "Self-pity isn't a good look on you, Willy." Before her fingers could clasp around his wrist and stop him, Willy's own his fingers were skating through her blonde locks, skimming down the side of her neck, and brushing over her collarbone. Goosebumps and pinkness bloomed from beneath his feather-light touch although Vinda would vehemently deny it, and for a split second, Vinda's eyes fluttered shut and she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling. When Adrian touched her... was it going to feel like this? Was it going to feel right? Drawing away, Vinda's pinned him with an accusatory look. "You're not playing nice, Willy. If I were a prefect - which, by the way, I should have been over that girl -" Rebecca Sheridan, who wasn't even worthy of having her name in Vinda's mouth, "- I would have given you detention by now."
Willy was laughing at her, something Vinda never took kindly to, and then talking explicitly about why low pants were something to admire rather than criticise. "You might appreciate that quality about low rise pants, William, but I could not care less when the mere sight of them makes me want to incendio my eyes out," she said haughtily. "Talking about washing mouths out, perhaps you should wash yours for being so vulgar."
Vinda wasn't too surprised by Willy offering up the information that his dad had taught him about safe sex, and how to not get someone pregnant. His father's reputation for sleeping around was well known - in fact, she was certain she had heard her mother talk ill about it... because dear old Melisandre was a hypocrite."Good. Then I won't be an aunt any time soon. I'm too young to be an aunt anyway," Vinda said with a curt nod.
An absolutely affronted expression crossed Vinda's face as Willy implied that she was beginning to sound like a muggle because please. "Don't make me retch, William. The Divination Professor looks like she stinks of patchouli and illicit substances with all those hippy skirts she wears. Does she not realise we're no longer in the 70s? I could never take someone with such ghastly fashion taste at the word especially when they make a claim like being a seer," Vinda spat out, the barb about sounding like a science-loving muggle coupled with the mention of having children with someone she barely even knew making her temper flare.
"You have to entertain yourself with liquor and sex? Is somebody holding a wand to your head?" Vinda asked, before shaking her head. "It was in the girl's dorm. You wouldn't be able to get in, even if you somehow mustered up the ability to morph into a woman." That was a disturbing thought, and Vinda hoped to Salazar that she would never seen Willy attempt such a thing in front of her. It... sounded like it would scar her for life, in all honesty, the visual of him sprouting breasts - ones that would be likely bigger than her own.
Willy's hand was skimming higher across the softness of her thighs, inching towards the apex between her legs, and it took an iron will to reach down and wrap her fingers around his wrist. For a split, hysterical second Vinda wanted to pull it higher until it was pressed up against - but she couldn't, and instead she bit her lip as she moved his hand back to his own lap.
It took a lot of effort to focus on Willy's next words, and when she did, her eyebrow arched. "Is that so?" Releasing her bottom lip, now a slick cherry bitten red, Vinda fingers slowly made her way to her tie, tugging free the knot. Then leaning forward on her knees until she was only inches from his face, Vinda draped the tie across the broad line of Willy's shoulders before her fingers brushed up the column of his neck, to the strong line of his jaw covered in stubble, until eventually coming to rest on the side of his cheek. Ducking her head forward, Vinda lips were only a hairs breadth away from Willy's when she murmured, "It'll take a lot more than a drink to get me naked," before gently tapping his cheek with the palm of her hand.
With that, Vinda's fingers wrapped around the glass Willy had poured her previously, and rose to her feet, her shoes clacking on the ground as she walked out of the boy's dorm, her head raised high.
