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[the_instigators]

I BLOODY HATE PEEVES.

AND I BLOODY HATE YOU TOO, JAMES POTTER.

YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN.






[[ because it has come to my attention that an explanation might be helpful: James and Madeleine made a bet, where the stakes wound up being whoever lost would have to cut their hair supershort. Madeleine lost but refused to cut her hair. Uh... someone else did it for her. ]]

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[mp-james.livejournal.com]

Me? Me? That's... it's...

You realize that if anyone actually hated me, the universe would get unbalanced and explode. So, honestly, you can't actually hate me.

And you shouldn't! It's not like I did anything...

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Never. Forgiven.

EVER! It's all your fault, you goaded me on, and if you'd never done so I would have never made such a foolish bet! And if I hadn't made such a foolish bet THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.

IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, JAMES POTTER!

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait.

You've lost! Look! Look! Read what you've written and weep. I want to hear you weeping all the way in the boys' dormitories. If you don't give Moaning M. a run for her gold, then I'll never forgive you.

Because, obviously, you just said that it was all your fault.

My name's just been thrown in here for a convenient scapegoat!

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

I've not lost! Because I'm RIGHT! Since when did you decide that betting the usual fee of five Sickles was too much for your poor pocket and that clearly our bets were getting too boring and we had to bet something else? AND you waited, too, until I couldn't even back out!

AND THEN YOU TALKED ABOUT IT IN FRONT OF PEEVES.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

I'll put that rubbish in the same queue's the stuff that Creevey kid is always on about. I did not either talk about it in front of Peeves. Peeves wasn't even there.

And. If he maybesortof happened to be, he was busy and couldn't possibly have heard a word I said. More likely, I think he heard you talking about it.

And we both know I was right about the boring bit.

Actually. No. The Creevey kid is the one who said something. It wasn't me at all! She's always prattling on, right? ADMIT IT, I'M RIGHT.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

YOU ADMIT THAT HE WAS!

I didn't say a word about it! I didn't want to lose my... my... and I wasn't planning on doing it even if I did lose! Why would I have said anything? You know as well as I do saying something makes it come to pass! I WOULD NOT HAVE SAID IT ALOUD!

But... but... why my hair? That was just cruel, Jimmy.

I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

I ADMIT NOTHING.

But you thought it. Peeves can read thoughts. Everyone knows. ...don't tell me you didn't know? I'm ashamed to be in the same House -- the same year -- as someone who doesn't know that. I mean... everyone knows. Even the titchy little first-years.

I dunno, Maddie. Maybe 'cause you let Peeves on to it with your mind?

YOUR LOSS. LITERALLY. Baldy.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Well, tough breaks, dear Jamsiekins, you wrote it here and everybody can see it now!

HE CAN NOT! You're lying, James Potter, and I refuse to believe your lies any more! Not after that Lethifold incident. He can't really. That's a lie!

I DID NOT!

SILENCE! I AM NOT! IT'S JUST TERRIFYINGLY SHORT. My hair hasn't been above my shoulders in years...

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

I'll just say someone forged my writing. I have four dorm mates. Any one of them could be writing right now, pretending to be me. I might not even be me now!

I am not! I never lie. You just can't handle the truth, Winters. Don't you wonder what sort of things Hagrid brings out for seventh-years? Lethifolds. Sometimes, a student even gets eaten. I'll get you a list of the deceased by breakfast tomorrow.

PROVE IT!

I am silent. See, I'm writing. That's the beauty of these things. They're silent. Brilliant, innit? Short, bald... IT'S ALL THE SAME. Or will be, once I put Uncle George's ever-sticky bubble gum in what's left of your hair...

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

I don't think anybody can forge that chicken-scratch you call handwriting, dear Jamesiekins ♥

YOU ARE JUST BEASTLY, JAMES. I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. I CAN'T--I WON'T. IT'S ALL A LIE ANYWAYS. Besides, Mumsie told me that Lethifolds can only be banished with the Patronus--dunno how well we'll be practising that charm, eh?

YOU PROVE IT! Um... IF PEEVES KNOWS WHAT NUMBER IS ON MY FRONT DOOR BY NOONTIME TOMORROW I WILL BELIEVE HE CAN READ MINDS. YOU DON'T KNOW THAT ONE!

...I hate your logic. ...you know, I really don't think there's anything I can honestly say back to that. You'll die. Don't try it. I'd hate to lose my best mate in troublemaking.

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

It's not either chicken-scratch. I'm hurt that you'd call it that. It's... unique. Artistic. Amazing. And... er... well... Yeah. It's all of that, Maddie.

Juuuuuust keep thinking that. If it makes you feel better, we'll pretend it's not true. It won't change the truth, but we can pretend. I mean.. hey. We have a werewolf in the school. That Moore kid, right? If that's possible, then anything is.

PEEVES'LL WANT MORE OF A CHALLENGE THAN THAT!

Because it's amazing? If you were my best mate in troublemaking, you'd believe me more often. See, this is me sulking. Sad, alone, and un-believed.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

All right, Jamsiekins ♥

STOP IT! I hate it when you do that. It makes me almost believe you. But I know you're lying! You ARE!

THAT'S HIS CHALLENGE. I KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW IT AND SO IT MAKES IT A FAIR CHALLENGE. IF HE MANAGES IT I'LL HELP HIM TO... TO... I'LL KEEP THE PROFESSORS DISTRACTED WHILE HE WREAKS WHATEVER SORT OF HAVOC HE PLEASES. IF HE FIGURES OUT THE CORRECT NUMBER ON THE DOOR.

It's not! Right, then, you have fun with that. I'm going to play a few rounds of Exploding Snap. Not sulking and acting like Arlen does when he doesn't get his way. ♥

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAAAAARGH. Enough with the name! And... d'you have to put the heart beside it every time? It makes it... girlie. Like it's contagious. Or. Ororor. Like it's leaking girly-ness. Sort of like deadly radiation, only more sparkly.

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure I am.

PEEVES WILL COME THROUGH! JUST WAIT AND SEE. HE READS MINDS LIKE... LIKE... ROSE READS BOOKS. THERE IS NO IF. THERE IS ONLY WHEN

Lies! The subtle difference here is that I am getting my way. Secretly. And also secretly, I'm having loads of fun up here playing gobstones on my dorm-mate's bed while he's out. Don't tell him it was me~.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

[[ written in a very flowery, looping, girly script, scrawled large across the page ]]




So if you wind up with your bed being short-sheeted, then--it wasn't me. Or spurred on by anything I've done or perhaps said or not said to a dorm mate of yours. ♥

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

............YOU.

I... there's nothing to say to that. You. We'll discuss this during breakfast! We'll get a vote on how many people think you should never use that abomination of a name again.

Right. Note to self: pack sheets instead of books in bag tomorrow for own protection.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Point--Madeleine!

Tonight's score: 1-1. I'll give you a point from earlier. ♥

It won't help. The house-elves will replace them while you're gone classes. ♥

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

I... that's...

I'm not sure I like this tying thing. I want another point. Can I borrow a point from tomorrow? Because I'll get several. I'll pay back the loan by Friday.

I'll leave them a threatening note! Promising clothes to whichever one touches my sheets! No. Worse. I'll threaten to tell Paige Creevey how to get into the kitchens.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

No. No transfers, returns, or refunds. Sorry, love. ♥

...I'll fix that. ♥

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

You really don't understand this best mate thing, do you? You're supposed to either (a.) lend me stuff, (b.) bail me out of prison, or (c.) be in prison with me.

This falls under (a.) lending.

Cough up the points!

Suuuuuuuuuuure.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

I didn't think I was your best mate! Aaw, you're finally declaring adoration and admitting I rank up there with all the boys? How cuuuute~! ♥

That reminds me, I'm expecting a full list of all those students that died in seventh year from a Lethifold by breakfast tomorrow, Jamsiekins. You promised!

♥

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

Well, best mate of the girls I know. It's not the same! And it's certainly not something that should earn the word 'cute' and a heart! I withdraw that argument and replace it with sulking!

I'm owling for it now. I've got solid proof.

If girls get hearts, blokes should get rude gestures. Prefects are gender-biased! They let you girls get away with everything!

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jamesies. You do realise of course that you keep digging yourself in deeper and deeper, yes? ♥

I should hope so! If you haven't any proof this time, I'm never listening to you again!

You make no sense, Jimmy.

[mp-james.livejournal.com]

First. I make perfect sense at this time of night.

Second. I'm digging a tunnel to safety.

Third. Someone just threw a pillow at me. Apparently certain blokes are trying to sleep, and are whining about wand-light keeping them awake.

Fourthly. I hope the firework is under your chair tomorrow. Just for using 'Jimmy' again.

Fifthly. ...I have no idea.

[the-instigators.livejournal.com]

Firstly, you don't at all. ♥

Thirdly, that's why we girls have glow-in-the-dark quills. And you called them worthless!

Fourthly. Watch out, yourself. ♥ There might be one or two more that you weren't, mm, banking on being there. Jimmy. ♥

Fifthly. Good night! Remember that list at breakfast!