dolly-ferron:

Not a lot of her housemates enjoyed breaking he rules, but Dolly didn’t really mind. Not anymore, anyways. She used to be that timid, little first year that minded every single rule. But as she grew older, Doll found them to be more of a set of guidelines if anything. She figured if she wasn’t harming anybody, how bad could it be to bend a few rules every now and then. Besides, she was young, and her days at Hogwarts were numbered. What good would her memories be if she didn’t even enjoy them? So when Dahlia’s restless mind refused to let her sleep, she quickly threw on a robe and a pair of boots, and left the Hufflepuff common room. She had no idea where she was headed, but she figured that she’d find out once she got there.

She quietly sang a tune to herself, her right hand gently gliding along the stone, cold walls. She took a few rights, made a few lefts, went up a flight of stairs, then went down a few more. Soon enough, she found herself in unfamiliar territory. Dahlia crossed her arms, feeling the cold, murky air of the dungeons raise the hairs on her skin. She wasn’t very familiar with this part of the school. Mainly because she liked to keep to the parts of the school that didn’t send chills down her spine.

Her singing became a low hum as she turned the corner, looking back to see if anyone was following her. She turned her head forward and immediately let out a loud scream as she collided into another body.

little-alana:

mcallister-jared:

 Eh? Yer speakin’ in riddles or summit, lass?

No, I think that’s you. You said “yer woman.” My woman what?

 Ah, no I mean yer women. -frowns, rubbing his chin- Yer..ye..yer..you? yoou women? -pulls a face at the sound-

little-alana:

mcallister-jared:

 Jesus, yer woman give me a headache. Fine. It won’t happen. Happy?

..my what?

 Eh? Yer speakin’ in riddles or summit, lass?

little-alana:

Nothing. I’m just saying it wouldn’t happen. So please put someone else on your list.

 Jesus, yer woman give me a headache. Fine. It won’t happen. Happy?

(Source: mcallister-jared)

little-alana replied to your post: Two girls from each house you’d like to do the “horizontal tango” with.

McCallister, even though I’m dying to dance I’d never do that kind of tango with you. :|

Eh? What have ah done tae upset yer, lass?

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Anonymous ASKED

-grins- I see tha’ yer know me already, grey face.

Gryffindor:

• Indy
• Molly

Slytherin:

• Narcissa
• Emma

Ravenclaw:

• Wendy
• Florence

Hufflepuff:

• Dolly
• Alana

(Source: seriouslyhowling)

dolly-ferron:

Or, you could just take me out for a drink. -chuckles- Coulda just said you wanted to take me out, you know. Didn’t have to beat around the bush with the dancing bullshit. -grins- I don’t need to be sweet talked into going out and having a good time.

 -cheeks colour sightly before mustering a grin- Ack, I can show yer the horizontal tango, if yer like. -crossing his arms, looking pleased- So…drinks, aye? Yer never know - I might jus’ get a dance outta yer.

(Source: mcallister-jared)

cuddling-surge

And it was going to be a lad’s night out! Even if Sturgis had been the only one not chicken-shit enough to man up and sneak out. Unlike some of the blokes who Jared had invited. Who’d been to whipped by their women to dare sneak away from them and their needs. Or the boys who’d been too afraid that they’d be caught sneaking about pass curfew. Sturgis obviously wasn’t either of those.

For one, the younger Slytherin had never had a girlfriend in his life. And if he did, I doubt there’d be any girl at this school strong enough to tame the wild dog within. And secondly, the boy was reckless. He didn’t give a shit if he got caught. That was the fun in it, the chance of getting caught. And if you did get caught, it wasn’t like the punishment was truly severe. A deduction of fifty points for being out after curfew and detention. Was that really that bad? No.

Sturgis managed to slip free from the castle passageways, with only the White Lady having seen him skirt about in the dark. Casual and quick as he made his way across the  grounds, slipping in through the brush at the edge of the wood. Trying to find his way towards the spot Jared had told him of. It’d taken a while, but as he broke through a large shrub a grin broke the apathetic look that’d been on his face. “Fuckin’ aye, Jar.” Grinning from ear to ear as he unpocketed his hands, clasping his best-mate around the back. “Yeah, jus’ don’ fuckin’ drop me. Don’ need to get fuckin’ splinched.” He’d be learning apparation come the end of term. So for now, side-along apparation was all there was to sneak the snake out of the nest.

He’d dressed warmly, and Muggle like. Since he preferred the style of Muggle dress over that of Wizarding clothes. A pair of worn-out jeans, an old pair of gray and white trainers. A navy style coat, black and long. Buttons as large as a gold piece in two lines lined the front. Collar popped up to keep the chill. His hands and head were left free from any spare fabric, left to feel the cold February air. “Just us?” He’d thought at least one more person was coming. But he was sort of glad it was just the two of them as he blew out a puff of white air. Voice deep, rough compared to that of his Scottish friends

Jared grinned, his mind entertaining the thought of a splinched Surge Podmore. It was tempting, just to see the look on the lad’s face. If it had been anyone other than Surge, Jared probably would have done it, just for the laugh of it. The boy in front of him was more than a friend, a bother. Both had come from messed up backgrounds, both with twisted fathers who were worth jack shite. If there was anyone worth anything to Jared within these stonewalls of Hogwarts Castle, it was Sturgis Podmore.

That, and Jared didn’t want to spend the night in the Infirmary, having Surge cures in his ear about what a fuckin’ arse he was. Oh, the night he had planned! It would be a while before Jared could convince Sturgis to get his arse into a strip club. Jared couldn’t help but grimace, thinking back to the strangely sombre and awkward talk the pair had shared. It was…weird, but not as uncomfortable as Jared would have first thought. He was still Surge, which was more than enough for Jared.

“If yer lucky, yer’ll still have yer balls by the end of the night.” Jared eyed Sturgis, taking in his muggle clothing. They were dressed similarly, Jared sporting a worn brown leather jacket; his jeans faded from use, the shirt underneath white and made of light material. The clothing did nothing to ward off the chill, but that didn’t matter much. If Jared had his way tonight – he wouldn’t be cold for long. “Aye,” Jared rolled his eyes, shaking an amused look. “Fuckin’ women, tae whole lot of them. Shittin’ themselves of their wee lassies, if they’re caught out without their bleedin’ permission.”

Feeling the urge to go, Jared nodded towards the small rift in the wards, the small gap on the weaker part of the stonewalls, where brinks lay crumbling after years of use. “Don’t ask me how we’ll get back,” Jared grinned, moving so that he was bending, trying to fit through the small gap. Getting out of the cramp space was like a sigh of relief, leaving Jared to grin at Surge. “I’ll probably splinch our head off after the amount of drinkin’ we’ll be doin’.” Clapping his hands in anticipation, Jared nodded, offering out his arm. “Now, don’t be getting’ any funny ideas.” He grinned.

(Source: mcallister-jared)

dolly-ferron:

-knits their fingers together and chuckles- You can make that decision for yourself when you take me out dancing.

 -raises brow- Oh aye? -grins- Yer know, I might jus’ do that, lass.

(Source: mcallister-jared)

exaketededlyalice:

mcallister-jared replied to your post: cuddling-surge replied to your post: -grins- I…

Oh aye, lass.

I’d rather like it if you, well, if you didn’t. Thank you very much. You can go away now.

 Ack now, have a heart. I really need help with me essay. -grins- Yer wouldnae really turn me away in me hour of need, now, will yer?

dolly-ferron:

mcallister-jared replied to your post

Those lips are made fer kissin’, lass.

They are. -grins- Unfortunately, they weren’t made for kissing you. At least not today.

 I think tha’ I can wait till tomorrow. -winks, smirking-