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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]

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!