Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 23, 2011 17:09:46 GMT -5
Alice: *Alice had just finished watching over the last copy being made of thousands for her three page interview with one of her best friends -a Hit Witch named Constance. Alice knew that she'd be seeing worms and a coffin by the time Connie got ahold of this. So before the paper went out, she made her way to WWW, entering through the front doors of the establishment with no time to dilly-dally and look at the neat things.* HEY! Weasley! George Weasley! Mister Owner! I have important news! Important! Hurry up before my clock stops!
George: -George had been crouching helping a six year old boy with a headless hat as he tried to explain to the boy that no you really didn't lose your head it just went invisible when he heard someone calling out his name. Arching a ginger brow he stood straightening out his robes before making his way over in the direction his name had been come from. Upon seeing Alice his brows arched higher- Alice...what's the matter that you come screaming into the shop like a banshee?
Constance: *sighed, pulling on her shirt slightly before looking over her shoulder.* Draco, come on, its your bloody fault we need firewhiskey. Alcoholic. *she scoffed, taking long legged strides. It was one of those days when she didn't really felt doing much on her day off, but there she was*
Draco: *saunters after her, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his trousers* Well, you could've just not come with me. No need to insult my apparent love for firewhiskey. *continues strolling after her, occasionally looking around at the shops with mild interest*
Alice: *Alice grinned at the Ginger-haired Weasley male and held out the three page Interview.* You can skip the unimportant stuff. Just look at the front page and the side column of the last page. It's to die for. But it's going to cost me my bloody life if Connie picks up a Daily Prophet. *That said, the woman peered over her shoulder -paranoid.* Feel special, you'll be the first to see this article and one of the last people to see me before I die. Do you think they'll interrogate you terribly? How do you hold up under pressure, lovely? *Despite her joking words, her voice sounded a bit panicked.*
George: -George took a slight step backwards as the paper was shoved into his hands. Confusion passed over his features as he glanced between the paper and the women before him.- Wait...why are you dying? - he asked before looking down at what she had given him and fully take in the contents of the page. His eyes went wide at the photos that greeted him- You're right...she's going to bloody murder you. - he said as he shuffled the pages to glance at the side column on the last page. A light ting spread over his features slightly before her words finally sank in- WHAT...why would I get interviewed? I don't need cameras here...And you better get rid of these pictures...
Constance: *sighed, pulling on her shirt slightly before looking over her shoulder.* Draco, come on, its your bloody fault we need firewhiskey. Alcoholic. *she scoffed* And leave you alone surrounded by countless bottles with me being St your house, listening to your father bad mouthing mine as well as insulting me? Thanks. I'll go with you. *She frowned at the idea, preferring getting hexed during work rather than where one was supposed to feel safe.* Don't forget, your mum wants us to get something for dinner later.
Draco: Ah, you and father get along so well. *sighs and rolls his eyes* Yes, we've turned into a pair of errand runners for the day. How exciting. *glances over his shoulder slightly* You know, I should've just had Pernie get the stuff instead. Much simpler.
Alice: *Alice blinked and stared at the Red-head for a few seconds like she thought he was slow in the head sometimes.* You bloody twit, I said INTERROGATED, not Interviewed! I don't have time to interview you! I have to find a bloody protection program! And I can't get rid of them! Thousands of papers of the Daily Prophet are being put on shelves as we speak! Her body will be under every thirteen year old wizard's bed for wanking material!
George: -His eyes scanned back over the article randomly taking in bits and parts of what was written down. However his gaze always seemed to trace itself back to the last page to the side column. The ghost of a small smile was evident before quickly glancing about the shop to make sure Verity wasn't having trouble. He then turned back to the first page with the photos and couldn't help a small twing of jealousy that other men would be seeing these images. His head snapped back up at Alice- What! Now! How much can I pay you NOT to put these on the shelves. -Running a hand through his hair he leaned past a shelf to shout at Verity- Verity!!! Close the shop down!!! NOW!!! -he rolled the paper up slightly and smacked Alice on the top of her head-
Constance: He's the one that starts it. My parents did nothing to him. *She huffed, putting her arm around his shoulders as she sighed.* Pernie deserves a break. You really ought to treat others better Draco, what if something happens to me on the job? *She questioned* Narcissa would cry and you'll be all alone.
Draco: *glances down at her* Isn't that uncomfortable, what with your short height and all? *smirks slightly* Fine, Pernie can have a break...until we get back. If something happened to you? *scoffs and looks ahead* I'd be perfectly fine. No idea what you're talking about. *glances at her then sighs* Alright, fine. I'd be slightly upset. But as for treating others nicer? No.
Alice: *Alice sniffled, indignantly at being smacked on the head. She childishly stuck her tongue out at him, practically in tears. She knew a storm would be coming and it would be coming for you.* George, what the bloody hell am I suppose to do? She's going to kill me and I don't even have a honey to run to at the moment! She knows where I live! *The woman crossed her arms and started grumbling about a lot of "I haven't gotten to"s.* Huff, and I haven't even gotten to see Draco Malfoy just out of a shower like she has! Life isn't fair.
George: -He rolled his eyes at her as he helped Verity usher the customers out of the shop- Well now, looks as if you should have thought this through Alice...bloody hell you deserve whatever she's going to do. - however he knew he wouldn't allow any REAL harm to befall her. He was in the middle of saying something to Verity when Alice's last comment made it to his remaining ear. His back stiffened slightly as he turned to Alice mouth slightly ajar- Why....would she be looking at Malfoy naked? -Jealousy clearly visible on his features.-
Constance: *At her height being picked on, despite the fact she was in three inch heels, Constance kicked Draco in the skin lightly without falling.* I' not that short! Short is Alice. She's funsized. You're just a freak. *It would have been an odd moment to pout as she walked past the Prophet, and she pushed her hat down lightly, gray-blue eyes flickering over the corner before she yawned.* Pub should be quiet and very little people there if you'd like to buy it all there.
Draco: *winces slightly, then sighs* You're abusive. I'd report you, if I thought the Ministry would care. I'm not a freak. My height is powerful and intimidating, I love it. *glances at the newsstand, then pauses and grabs the back of her jacket so she won't keep walking* Paper first. And no, we're not buying good alcohol at a pub, you silly girl. *pays for the paper then snatches it and goes to start walking again, before he pauses and blinks*
Alice: *Alice gives the man another stare that says, 'are you slow witted?'* Everyone knows Draco Malfoy is the most flirtatous thing since the beginning of time. He has no modesty when it comes to getting out of the shower -or so Connie says. Maybe he's just confidant in his size *The woman trailed off, thinking about it. She shook her head out of the gutter and rolled her eyes at the red-head.* Oh please, All that girl talks about is how Draco can be so clingy and how precious you still are to her. It's kinda romantic though. Aren't you Mister Casanova~?
George: -He rolled his eyes as he pointed his wand at the windows drawing the shades down- Soooo sorry I don't drool over Malfoy...he's nothing but a Slimy git that should be locked up in Azkaban. - He turned back to her when she mentioned Connie and size he subconciously glanced down breifly before returning his stare back to her.- When...you say still cares...as in how much? Like as in pity or....
Constance: We equal each other out. You're a prick to everyone and everything. I'm abusive to you. It's almost as if god just wanted you to have an abusive best friend who everyone else believes is an angel unless she's angry. *Constance stated, rolling her eyes as she was forced to stop. She didn't even bother turning around.* Anyone break out again? or do they want your father? *it wa very clear she didnt like Malfoy Sr.*
Constance: We equal each other out. You're a prick to everyone and everything. I'm abusive to you. It's almost as if god just wanted you to have an abusive best friend who everyone else believes is an angel unless she's angry. *Constance stated, rolling her eyes as she was forced to stop. She didn't even bother turning around.* Anyone break out again? or do they want your father? *it wa very clear she didnt like Malfoy Sr.*
Draco: *scoffs slightly at her comment* Right, like I deserve an abusive best friend. I was framed. *glances at the paper, then back at Constance* Not...exactly. *clears his throat and takes a couple steps toward her, putting the column in her field of vision and casually slipping her wand out from underneath her tank top*
Alice: *The woman was going to die anyways. So she decided to tease the man a little.* Oh, don't worry, I'm sure you have a great size too, dolly. *She winked, playfully, like it was suppose to make him feel better. The woman than snickered.* No, me telling you you are sooo handsome is pity, kidding. Her affection for you is the geniune artical. Straight out of a sodding Disney movie.
George: -his face went a light shade of red- I swear you bloody women talk too much about certain things. - He said as his eyes went back to the third page a small smile on his features. He rolled his eyes at her before looking confused.- Whats Disney? is that a Muggle thing?
Constance: *She was about to yell at him for grabbing her wand until she went mute, unable to find her voice as pictures from her trip to France and America were set into her view while in the Daily Prophet. It was her interview, and as she reached out to tightly grasp his shoulder, she flipped through only to be even paler.* Dr-Draco give me my wand. She went to see G-Geo.
Draco: *glances at the Prophet, then back at Constance* Er...no, your wand is confiscated at the moment. Why don't you walk over there calmly and...settle the matter? *folds the paper*
Alice: *The woman grinned brightly at his reaction. She blinked.* Oh, right, you don't live in the Muggle side of the world. Jeez, protected child. Disney is a bunch of cartoons made for kids. It's biggest franchise is princess movies, where the princess meets her prince, gets rescued from a dragon and lives happily ever after, that sort of story.... George...? When I die.... Make sure my funeral is a party, okay? I'll leave all my pictures of Connie to you. Make sure she doesn't make my baby forget me. *She was of course, talking about her cat, which she was sure Connie would take care of that. Connie seemed to love Chess more than she did Alice!*
George: -A small look of understanding washed over his features- Ohhh....so then I take it those get pretty romantic than...-he glanced back at her whens he mentioned death and a party.- Well now if i'm suppose to be prince charming I'm sure we can avoid that....however if a good laugh is what you want at your funeral then yes I can see to it. -he said with a small chuckle.- But really....who does she says looks better? Me or Malfoy?
Constance: Give me back my bloody wand before I break your friggin' nose, Malfoy! *It was an empty threat, especially seeing she turned on her heel and stalked off towards 93 Diagon Alley.*
Draco: *opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and then sighed and followed along after her* All for firewhiskey *mutters under his breath as he follows her to wherever it was she was going, he didn't really care, even though he had a bad feeling he knew where it was*
Alice: *Alice rolled her eyes before giving George a faked shock expression.* Alice! What are you saying? No! The only body I want to look at is George's! Draco practically makes me look at his! Why are you asking this, anyways!? *None of these were exactly Connie's words, but most of it was true. She then faked a shy, blushing expression.* I... I can't help it, okay? George is... He's really special to me. *She then reverted back to one of her normal expressions, with an exagherated eye-roll.* So, Prince Charming. Save me from your princess turned dragon. *She added on a teasing note.* But oh dear, I don't think I can reward you with a kiss. You'll just have to live without it.
George: -A smug look crossed his features as he made a mental tally: George 1 Malfoy 0. When she called Connie a dragon he rolled his eyes.- I'm sure it can't be that bad......-he glanced down at the paper with a small shrug- Never mind it was nice knowing you. -he placed the paper on the counter- I be a bit mental but I'm not completely...I know what women get like when they're angry...Mum shown me the worst side of it already...Ginny taking after her as well...blimey can they be scary. But I don't think we have anything to worry about.....after all she can't know that your here -he stated with an indiffernet shrug-
Constance: *She stalked, pausing only to take off her shoes as she tripped the entire way to the store, visibly trembling with anger. When she tried the door, she found it locked. Constance hit it with the flat of her palm.* George Fabian Weasley, open the bloody door!
Draco: *trails after her, torn between looking at some of the other articles and making sure she doesn't murder a passerby on the street* This is going to go well *mutters under his breath as he watches her bang on the door*
Alice: *Upon the shouting out-side, Alice's eyes went wide. She stared at George, looked back at the door, and darted for another exit or some please to hide.* You didn't see me, I wasn't here. Tell her I went vacationing in Belgium. *The woman ducked into the nearest area she could find that would conceal her, curled up and covered her head with her arms.*
George: -George stared at the door as it shook beneath Connie's palm- Bloody Hell...what did I get into. - Muttered as he made his way slowly to the door before shoving the paper off behind the counter...he would just pick it up later....or burn it quickly. He peeked behind the draps slowly- Bloody hell women, not with you acting like that
Constance: *She crossed her arms in front of her chest,* I know she's in there George, and I know she showed it to you. Alice would want to see your expression of my half naked body for thousands to see. Now let me in!
Alice: *The woman wasn't even in the building and Alice was holding her breathe like she thought she'd be found in her hiding place. Why was she so scared of her best friend? She wasn't a fan of her own pain. She didn't move an inch from her hiding place, remaining completely still.*
George: -He opened the door part way- I have no idea what you're talking about...why would Alice be here and show me what?
Constance: Do not lie to me, George. *she glared at him.* We both know that it will not end well. Alice! Are you happy? Now the entire Wizarding community knows I'm still in love with George Weasley. If he gets hurt, it's on your bloody head! *She shouted behind him, purposely not looking at him directly as she said this.*
Alice: *Still holding her breathe in her hiding place. Her lungs were starting to burn, but that was a minor price for the alternative.*
George: -he coughed lightly at her yelling statement before pulling the door open slighlty- Constance...I think you're over reacting just a bit...-his face almost as red as his hair now-
Constance: *She stared at him, her usually warm and friendly eyes showing as a deep gray from her annoyance.* The bikini was painted on, George. Still think I'm overreacting?
George: -he opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut- I was hoping it was just my imagination....-he muttered- Connie, love really step inside I dont think you want more attention drawn to yourself.
Constance: *She muttered a few things in French, stepping past the man after she hit him with her copy of the Prophet. She covered her face, going to sit on the floor by the Pygmy Puffs* I'm ruined.
George: -he brought his arms up slighlty to protect himself from the paper- Why are you ruined? Because you say you love me or of those pictures? - he asked sitting on the floor next to her- I'd like to see your face when I'm talking to you as well - He muttered reaching out to pull the Prophet away-
Constance: *Her only response was to lean into him, putting her face into his chest until she felt it was safe for her not to cry.* Pictures. I don't... I'll never be ashamed or ruined for loving you. *She looked up at him after this, but for some reason couldn¡¯t look him in the eyes.*
George: -He smiled lightly, as he wrapped an arm around her- Well from what you were babbling about just a few moments ago it sounded like the opposite to me. -he muttered before kissing her on her forehead- She's...somewhere over there -he pointed off in the last direction that Alice had ran off in-
Alice: *Ratted out.... The betrayel! Stays hidden though. It's her only chance for survival.*
Constance: *She muttered something about babbling and how he sounds before curling to his side, enjoying his touch.* Well. Seeing Draco still wonders why I haven't said a word about it for three years to you, it's a little irritating you had to find out this way.
Alice: *Huffs, finally peeking out.* Because I love you, your slow, Romance is a burning sensation, ya gotta keep up with it or it's gonna leave ya behind. *She'll get found sooner or later anyways, so might as well intervene in this lovey-dovey fest!*
George: -he smirked lightly at Alice- Good job hiding - he called out to her before resting the side of his head against Connie's- Would you have said anything...if it wasn't mentioned in the Prophet that is?
Constance: *Before George set his head on hers, she threw one of her shoes at Alice because Draco had taken her wand* *****. *She scoffed and then returned in her former position.* Eventually. I had it written down on my list... Thought you wouldn't wanna hear it.
Alice: Shut up, I've never been good at hiding from her anyways. Sixth year, I spent more time being found and dragged to class by her than in the teacher's office. *Crosses her arms with a huff, only to squeal and duck out of the way of the shoe.*
George: -he rolled his eyes lightly at Alice- Thats because Fred and I were masters at evading detection. If we didn't want to be found, you couldn't find us -he said with a small shrug of the shoulders, before turning his attention back to Contance- I still love you....really....its just...complicated - he knew it was a poor excuse-
Constance: ...I think I'll dig a hole and hide under a rock for five years. *She stated quietly, not looking up at him. She didn't move however.* You know, I was put in more danger not being with you than reversed.
Alice: *Edges for the door.....*
Alice: Bye! I have to feed Cheshire. Make babies, make merry, just don't do it out of bed!
Alice: *It idly passed her thoughts if they really would make merry and make babies as soon as she left... Not a pretty picture. She stopped her slow paced edging and flat out darted for the front doors. Anything on the other side had better be made of steel or get out of the way, dude.*
George: -Once again George's face started to match the color of his hair at Alice's previous outburst- There will be no baby making. -However the thought of kids was intertaining yet he knew that as of right now...he definitely wasn't ready for any kids.-
Constance: Nor will there be any practicing while we figure things out. *she muttered, using her bangs to hide her face before she saw the woman book it, picking up her other shoe and tossing it with a surprising amount of stretch at Alice's. back.* I'll punch her in a minute. Head start.
Draco: *leans against the door, waiting for Constance to reappear, glancing back slightly as he hears footsteps nearing it, he sidesteps the door just to be safe, waiting for it to open and figure out what the hell was going on*
Alice: *Just as she forced the door open, a shoe hit her back. Alice squeaked in surprise before tumbling foreward. She hopped on one foot, holding her arms out on either side to balance herself. Finally still she straightened herself out and glanced around to be sure no one watched.... And to be sure the woman wasn't following her.*
George: -At the sight of Alice and her attempt to stay standing George couldn't help but let out a small bout of laughter- Nice aim -he said with a quick side glance at Connie-
Constance: I think you've told me that before. *Mainly to stun him - and her own selfish need- Constance leaned up as he glanced at her, and pressed a quick but tender kiss to his lips and stood up, rather quickly darting to the door.*
Draco: *blinks as Alice comes barreling out, his eyebrow raising* Very graceful. I take it Constance wasn't happy about the article? *smirks and glances towards the shop door*
Alice: .... Draco... You saw nothi-- *The woman saw a bat out of hell running for the exit and she practically, well, basically. Darted behind the Malfoy to use him as a sheild. She was sure she couldn't out-run Connie and she didn't want to try apparating when her mind was in a state of distress.*
George: -Geo had frozen slightly as Connie got up and took off past him. Slowly a small genuine smile spread over his features as he licked at his lips lightly before slowly standing up and making his way over to the exit. However the small quickly faded from his face at the sight of the blond man whom Alice hid behind- Malfoy
Constance: Draco Malfoy, give me my wand back and stop protecting her or the only thing you will be doing for the next five hours is cupping your manhood. *barefoot, and rather annoyed, she stalked.*
Draco: I - *glances at Alice, frowning as she hides behind him* - don't particularly appreciate being your shield, Alice. *looks at Constance, his lip curling slightly when George follows her out* Weasel. *turns his attention back to Constance* I don't see why you need your wand, Constance. Weren't you the one who always told me violence wasn't the answer?
Alice: Oh, you're not a sheild, sweetie~ Your a knight in shining armour. George is a Prince. Connie is a Princess turned Dragon, and I'm the damsel in distress. We're roleplaying, you know. *She was trying to be playful and relaxed, but her voice was a bit high from panick.* It's every girl's fantasy to hide behind a Knight and stare at his shoulders as he faces the demons in the way, while the prince sits back and laughs his bloody ass off.
George: -He snorted lightly at Draco's last comment about not using violence.- Since when have you cared about not using violence -he stated towards the other male before reaching out to wrap his arms around Connie's waist in an attempt to lift her from the ground and pull her away from the other two-
Constance: Keep calling me a drag- eep! *She blinked looking at the arms around her waist.* Just one punch, Geo! I won't leave a bruise even. *She wiggled lightly, trying to get free.*
Draco: Alice, you've gone mental. *sneers at George's comment* Longer than I'd care to inform you, Weasel. Can't keep your hands to yourself? I always knew you weren't over the little crush you had on her.
Alice: I have not! It's called sarcasm! You should know it best! *She peeks past the man at Connie.* Connie. I'm sorry, alright?! The George thing was because you always seem so sad talking about it, I hate that! And the pictures were.... Were.... *The woman went back to keeping herself concealed behind the Platinum haired man. She didn't want to admit that she just used the pictures to add a little spice.* ... Cheshire picked them! *Lie.*
George: -he chuckled lightly at Constance- No not even one punch, an see Alice meant no harm...pictures get out about people everyday...the next article will have photos of someone else and everyone will forget about yours. - he said trying to reason with her. George turned his attention back to Malfoy as he narrowed his eyes at him.- What's it to you Death Eater? - He asked taking a step forward and reaching out to grasp the front of Draco's shirt- You'd rather I have my hands on you? If I remember last time you weren't a pretty sight...and there's no Umbridge here to protect you. Or are you going to have Daddy do all the work for you?
Constance: *She twitched lightly, leaning into the man in defeat as she didn't accept the apology. She didn't want to take them in the first place and if one wanted to say she was pouting, they could. However when she felt George move, she moved to put herself between the two men, hand gently on George's chest.* Don't. If I can't hit her you can't hit him. He is a prominent dick but he's still important to me even if he won't give me back my wand.
Draco: *glances at Alice and smirks at her over his shoulder* So I'm stuck in this role then, am I? *turns his head back to George, a scowl appearing on his features* I'm not the one who goes around attacking people because they can't handle dealing with big words like a man. Listen to the lady, Weasel, and get your filthy hands off me.
Alice: *Alice wasn't going to mention that Ginny was her next interview. She didn't usually use such pictures anyways. But Connie...Connie was such an idiot! She definitely needed a push! Now these men needed a push. Sigh. It was a tempting thought to push them both down stairs but.... If George broke his neck, she'd have no one to pal around with and if Draco broke his nose it'd be such a waste of a cute face. Alice finally stopped her hiding and scooted towards Connie, who she promptly wrapped her arms around. She knew she was going to get it bad but... An example.... Her eyes clenched shut tightly.* Just not the face, please! If I would have known I'd have to listen to these two have a spat, I would've just taken the punishment from the beginning. At least I'll know it's with love.
George: -George was tempted beyond belief to place a well aimed fist into Draco's face, however took a step away from the young man instead.- Once a slimy git always a slimy git...one of these days you'll get what you deserve Malfoy...and no one will be around to bail out of trouble.
Constance: George... do not threaten him. Draco kept my ass from being killed after you left me. Draco, we both know how hard I'll hit you. *She took the time to collect her wand and slid it into the waistband of George's pants.* There. Unarmed. *She then punched Alice in the head.* I am not wearing bathing suits around you again. Also, because this is a little irritating, Geo, if you're in a complicated mood I'll be there for you. Please kiss me and gross out Draco because I miss you, and being with you. *She was never good at subtle... or even hinting.*
Draco: Well look at you being brave, Alice *says dryly, a slight smirk on his features* Yes Weasel, I've been told that countless times already, but thanks for repeating common knowledge *clenches his jaw and wrinkles his nose at Constance's words* Bloody disgusting *grumbles under his breath*
Alice: *After being roughly hit ontop of the head, her hands quickly flew to the spot. She held it, ducking her head down to hide the fact it was hard enough to cause her to cry. That was going to be a migraine the next morning. She tried to answer, though it came out broken.* I'm... Always... brave! *Alice obviously wasn't good with pain, because when she finally lifted her head to stare at the three, her eyes were still watery. She tried playing it off. She blinked.* So forward. And the verdict is: George is having an internal debate of, God I want to snog her so! But no! I have to face my rival down until he's gone. If you turn away from a snake it will bite! *Sarcasm at it's finest, considering she was sulking.*
George: -He half wanted to complain that since she got to hit Alice then he was allowed to hit Draco. However decided against doing so. Last he needed now was more snide remarks from the blond across from him. George was never good when it came to controlling his Temper and when around the Malfoys his temper always seemed short.- If you were brave Alice you'd been in Gryffindor - he pointed out to her before turning his attention back to Connie. Dipping his head down he capture her lips with his own while also flipping Alice off for her last statement-
Constance: *With a content grim crawling across her lips as she returned it, arms going around George's neck, she lightly but firmly kicked Draco in the shin for calling George a Weasel. She was happy at that moment, and not even the fact he was being a prick would bring her down from her happy high.*
Draco: *rolls his eyes, cringing at the blow to his shin before he turns his back so he won't have to look at them snogging, deciding to focus his attention on Alice instead* Well, this is marvelous. Seeing as I don't really want to watch them suck face like sex starved animals...*makes a slightly disgusted face*...How are you, Alice? *glances at her head briefly, knowing it probably smarted something awful*
Alice: *Alice turned her attention away from the couple, pointedly ignoring George's jerk at her bravery. The flip-off he gave? It just caused entertainment. Her attention was on the blond-haired male. She stared at him for a bit before giving a nod.* I'll survive. A little alcohol, some ice, and a nice long bubble bath and all will be right with the world again.
George: -After the nice hand gester he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her in closer. A small smile working its way onto his features before slowly pulling back-
Constance: *Giving a rather small, content sigh, the woman kept her arms around his neck as she set her cheek to his shoulder, watching Alice and Draco with a rather amused smile, staying close.* Hm...
Draco: Alcohol, you say? Mind if I interrupt your plans and included myself? *smirks slightly, trying to forget the scene playing in the background*
Alice: Alcohol, I say. I don't mind, but I have to wonder. Are you staying for the bubble bath too~? I don't take up much room, you can always include yourself there too~ George and I have already discovered the fact you must not be ashamed of your size. He seemed rather worried about the differences. *Yep, Alice had every intention to gross George and Connie out, consider it payback for the overly-mushy scene playing out.*
George: -George rolled his eyes lightly at Alice's invite for the bubble bath and talking about Draco nude- I am not worried about any difference. Espeically when it concerns 'Mister I'm too good for anyone else' -He wasn't completely lying, but he wasn't also being truthful either...he had been slightly worried...just over who Connie liked better-
Constance: Well, unlike Draco who I might add has enough whores in the house and is probably diseased... George is perfectly excellent and I absolutely love him for who he is and not his money. *She hummed, leaning up to kiss the mans cheek.* Even if he is a huge worrywart.
Draco: Mmm...staying for the bath? If you're offering, who would I be to decline? *glances back at George and Constance* I'll bet he was. *rolls his eyes slightly* My house is not diseased - nor am I.
Alice: *Blinked at how easily he agreed. Alice had a very conflicting moment. Take advantage of it... Or keep her principles. The latter won. She smiled.* I'm not offering, you're just agreeing to hold your image, right? Lets stick to the drinks, shall we?
George: -George couldn't help the laughter that erupted from this throat at Alice's reply- An I'm sure you just got cock blocked
Constance: *Moved her arms to around George's waist.* Definitely... Draco deserves it though. Taking advantage of Alice.
Draco: Of course, everyone knows I love my image *glances at Constance, giving her a pointed look, then scowls at George* If I was being serious, then possibly, Weasel. However, I actually have more class than you seem inclined to believe.
Alice: *Alice looked anywhere but at the people. She could be a hell of a liar, but she never seemed to be good about lying about this.* I have a honey~ He'd be terribly jealous. *She had a cat at the moment, that was it.* So please don't feel too badly about it. I'll even pay for your drinks as an apology.
George: I don't see why you should pay for his drinks Alice...if he has so much class then he should be able to pay for his own drinks and yours at the same time - He stated while keeping his gaze locked on the blond, while moving his arm to resting lightly around Connie's shoulders-
Constance: You have to remove the C and the L. *She blinked, enjoying the man's touch and moving to stand beside him, putting her arm around his waist, pleased.* And if you have so much class, Draco, you would call your flings back and not make me answer them acting as your girlfriend or sister.
Draco: If you would've let me answer her, Weasel, I would've gladly offered to pay. Not a problem. *looks at Alice curiously for a few moments, then glances at Constance* It's so much easier to have you deal with them though.
Alice: *Sighed a bit. She bit her bottom lip refraining from what she really wanted to do. Give them both a thumbs down and lecture them about how women would be also impressed with a man classy enough to accept a woman's offer to pay. She tilts her head with a sweet smile.* Are you sure? I might drink you out of your wallet and under the table. I don't want to impose any.
George: The day you actually do something nice for anyone other than for your own gain is the day I'll kiss your slimy feet Malfoy
Constance: *Blinked, looking up at George.* Draco stopped the entire Slytherin house from killing me on the first day in addition to the day after you left me... He could have let them kill me.
Draco: Think you could? That would be interesting to see. *glances at George, then opens his mouth to make a snarky remark before Constance speaks and he pauses, his eyebrows raising in slight surprise before he puts back on his indifferent face* See, Weasel? Don't pretend like you know me.
Alice: I could. I could drink George under the table too. *Merlin knew she needed the drink right now.* The day you two have a civil conversation is the day the world ends, isn't it?
George: -He turned his attention to Alice with a small smile- I'm always up for a civil conversation...its just that some people aren't capable of it -he said with a small wink towards her-
Constance: *She moved to put her shoes on, and then lightly rolled her eyes,* You both are pissing me off again. Can't you act your ages? Be real men and not children? I've seen that you both have the packaging, one willingly and one because it's owner is a horny drunk.
Draco: I've no problems with being civil as long as he keeps his freckly fingers to himself *sneer* And funnily enough, Weasel, you were the one who started attacking me with my apparent fancying of violence. *looks at Constance* That's...lovely.
Alice: *Gives Connie a 'girl-talk later' look before turning her attention back to the fighting old couple. She then glanced at Connie again.* A frog in a well has never tasted the ocean. I guess it's impossible for them to see eachother's point of view. Maybe it's because their good points are different? *Yup, pretty much talking about them like they aren't there.*
George: I think thats a civil conversation with you...at least I'm getting something right about you. You can't even say my name correctly. -he glanced at Connie slighlty- It's his profession to piss others off, been practicing his whole life -He then turned his attention to Alice- Standing here.
Constance: George... For me, please be nicer. I'll reward you later? *She chimed gently and lightly nodded to Alice.*
Draco: *glances at them all, then clears his throat* Right then. As enticing as this little chat is, I've things to do. I'll see you later Alice, Constance...*smiles thinly* Weasel. *turns on his heel and apparates off*
Alice: I think Draco has the right idea. I'll leave the happy couple to themselves~ *Blows a kiss and winks at the two before apparating off to home.*
George: -George had been crouching helping a six year old boy with a headless hat as he tried to explain to the boy that no you really didn't lose your head it just went invisible when he heard someone calling out his name. Arching a ginger brow he stood straightening out his robes before making his way over in the direction his name had been come from. Upon seeing Alice his brows arched higher- Alice...what's the matter that you come screaming into the shop like a banshee?
Constance: *sighed, pulling on her shirt slightly before looking over her shoulder.* Draco, come on, its your bloody fault we need firewhiskey. Alcoholic. *she scoffed, taking long legged strides. It was one of those days when she didn't really felt doing much on her day off, but there she was*
Draco: *saunters after her, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his trousers* Well, you could've just not come with me. No need to insult my apparent love for firewhiskey. *continues strolling after her, occasionally looking around at the shops with mild interest*
Alice: *Alice grinned at the Ginger-haired Weasley male and held out the three page Interview.* You can skip the unimportant stuff. Just look at the front page and the side column of the last page. It's to die for. But it's going to cost me my bloody life if Connie picks up a Daily Prophet. *That said, the woman peered over her shoulder -paranoid.* Feel special, you'll be the first to see this article and one of the last people to see me before I die. Do you think they'll interrogate you terribly? How do you hold up under pressure, lovely? *Despite her joking words, her voice sounded a bit panicked.*
George: -George took a slight step backwards as the paper was shoved into his hands. Confusion passed over his features as he glanced between the paper and the women before him.- Wait...why are you dying? - he asked before looking down at what she had given him and fully take in the contents of the page. His eyes went wide at the photos that greeted him- You're right...she's going to bloody murder you. - he said as he shuffled the pages to glance at the side column on the last page. A light ting spread over his features slightly before her words finally sank in- WHAT...why would I get interviewed? I don't need cameras here...And you better get rid of these pictures...
Constance: *sighed, pulling on her shirt slightly before looking over her shoulder.* Draco, come on, its your bloody fault we need firewhiskey. Alcoholic. *she scoffed* And leave you alone surrounded by countless bottles with me being St your house, listening to your father bad mouthing mine as well as insulting me? Thanks. I'll go with you. *She frowned at the idea, preferring getting hexed during work rather than where one was supposed to feel safe.* Don't forget, your mum wants us to get something for dinner later.
Draco: Ah, you and father get along so well. *sighs and rolls his eyes* Yes, we've turned into a pair of errand runners for the day. How exciting. *glances over his shoulder slightly* You know, I should've just had Pernie get the stuff instead. Much simpler.
Alice: *Alice blinked and stared at the Red-head for a few seconds like she thought he was slow in the head sometimes.* You bloody twit, I said INTERROGATED, not Interviewed! I don't have time to interview you! I have to find a bloody protection program! And I can't get rid of them! Thousands of papers of the Daily Prophet are being put on shelves as we speak! Her body will be under every thirteen year old wizard's bed for wanking material!
George: -His eyes scanned back over the article randomly taking in bits and parts of what was written down. However his gaze always seemed to trace itself back to the last page to the side column. The ghost of a small smile was evident before quickly glancing about the shop to make sure Verity wasn't having trouble. He then turned back to the first page with the photos and couldn't help a small twing of jealousy that other men would be seeing these images. His head snapped back up at Alice- What! Now! How much can I pay you NOT to put these on the shelves. -Running a hand through his hair he leaned past a shelf to shout at Verity- Verity!!! Close the shop down!!! NOW!!! -he rolled the paper up slightly and smacked Alice on the top of her head-
Constance: He's the one that starts it. My parents did nothing to him. *She huffed, putting her arm around his shoulders as she sighed.* Pernie deserves a break. You really ought to treat others better Draco, what if something happens to me on the job? *She questioned* Narcissa would cry and you'll be all alone.
Draco: *glances down at her* Isn't that uncomfortable, what with your short height and all? *smirks slightly* Fine, Pernie can have a break...until we get back. If something happened to you? *scoffs and looks ahead* I'd be perfectly fine. No idea what you're talking about. *glances at her then sighs* Alright, fine. I'd be slightly upset. But as for treating others nicer? No.
Alice: *Alice sniffled, indignantly at being smacked on the head. She childishly stuck her tongue out at him, practically in tears. She knew a storm would be coming and it would be coming for you.* George, what the bloody hell am I suppose to do? She's going to kill me and I don't even have a honey to run to at the moment! She knows where I live! *The woman crossed her arms and started grumbling about a lot of "I haven't gotten to"s.* Huff, and I haven't even gotten to see Draco Malfoy just out of a shower like she has! Life isn't fair.
George: -He rolled his eyes at her as he helped Verity usher the customers out of the shop- Well now, looks as if you should have thought this through Alice...bloody hell you deserve whatever she's going to do. - however he knew he wouldn't allow any REAL harm to befall her. He was in the middle of saying something to Verity when Alice's last comment made it to his remaining ear. His back stiffened slightly as he turned to Alice mouth slightly ajar- Why....would she be looking at Malfoy naked? -Jealousy clearly visible on his features.-
Constance: *At her height being picked on, despite the fact she was in three inch heels, Constance kicked Draco in the skin lightly without falling.* I' not that short! Short is Alice. She's funsized. You're just a freak. *It would have been an odd moment to pout as she walked past the Prophet, and she pushed her hat down lightly, gray-blue eyes flickering over the corner before she yawned.* Pub should be quiet and very little people there if you'd like to buy it all there.
Draco: *winces slightly, then sighs* You're abusive. I'd report you, if I thought the Ministry would care. I'm not a freak. My height is powerful and intimidating, I love it. *glances at the newsstand, then pauses and grabs the back of her jacket so she won't keep walking* Paper first. And no, we're not buying good alcohol at a pub, you silly girl. *pays for the paper then snatches it and goes to start walking again, before he pauses and blinks*
Alice: *Alice gives the man another stare that says, 'are you slow witted?'* Everyone knows Draco Malfoy is the most flirtatous thing since the beginning of time. He has no modesty when it comes to getting out of the shower -or so Connie says. Maybe he's just confidant in his size *The woman trailed off, thinking about it. She shook her head out of the gutter and rolled her eyes at the red-head.* Oh please, All that girl talks about is how Draco can be so clingy and how precious you still are to her. It's kinda romantic though. Aren't you Mister Casanova~?
George: -He rolled his eyes as he pointed his wand at the windows drawing the shades down- Soooo sorry I don't drool over Malfoy...he's nothing but a Slimy git that should be locked up in Azkaban. - He turned back to her when she mentioned Connie and size he subconciously glanced down breifly before returning his stare back to her.- When...you say still cares...as in how much? Like as in pity or....
Constance: We equal each other out. You're a prick to everyone and everything. I'm abusive to you. It's almost as if god just wanted you to have an abusive best friend who everyone else believes is an angel unless she's angry. *Constance stated, rolling her eyes as she was forced to stop. She didn't even bother turning around.* Anyone break out again? or do they want your father? *it wa very clear she didnt like Malfoy Sr.*
Constance: We equal each other out. You're a prick to everyone and everything. I'm abusive to you. It's almost as if god just wanted you to have an abusive best friend who everyone else believes is an angel unless she's angry. *Constance stated, rolling her eyes as she was forced to stop. She didn't even bother turning around.* Anyone break out again? or do they want your father? *it wa very clear she didnt like Malfoy Sr.*
Draco: *scoffs slightly at her comment* Right, like I deserve an abusive best friend. I was framed. *glances at the paper, then back at Constance* Not...exactly. *clears his throat and takes a couple steps toward her, putting the column in her field of vision and casually slipping her wand out from underneath her tank top*
Alice: *The woman was going to die anyways. So she decided to tease the man a little.* Oh, don't worry, I'm sure you have a great size too, dolly. *She winked, playfully, like it was suppose to make him feel better. The woman than snickered.* No, me telling you you are sooo handsome is pity, kidding. Her affection for you is the geniune artical. Straight out of a sodding Disney movie.
George: -his face went a light shade of red- I swear you bloody women talk too much about certain things. - He said as his eyes went back to the third page a small smile on his features. He rolled his eyes at her before looking confused.- Whats Disney? is that a Muggle thing?
Constance: *She was about to yell at him for grabbing her wand until she went mute, unable to find her voice as pictures from her trip to France and America were set into her view while in the Daily Prophet. It was her interview, and as she reached out to tightly grasp his shoulder, she flipped through only to be even paler.* Dr-Draco give me my wand. She went to see G-Geo.
Draco: *glances at the Prophet, then back at Constance* Er...no, your wand is confiscated at the moment. Why don't you walk over there calmly and...settle the matter? *folds the paper*
Alice: *The woman grinned brightly at his reaction. She blinked.* Oh, right, you don't live in the Muggle side of the world. Jeez, protected child. Disney is a bunch of cartoons made for kids. It's biggest franchise is princess movies, where the princess meets her prince, gets rescued from a dragon and lives happily ever after, that sort of story.... George...? When I die.... Make sure my funeral is a party, okay? I'll leave all my pictures of Connie to you. Make sure she doesn't make my baby forget me. *She was of course, talking about her cat, which she was sure Connie would take care of that. Connie seemed to love Chess more than she did Alice!*
George: -A small look of understanding washed over his features- Ohhh....so then I take it those get pretty romantic than...-he glanced back at her whens he mentioned death and a party.- Well now if i'm suppose to be prince charming I'm sure we can avoid that....however if a good laugh is what you want at your funeral then yes I can see to it. -he said with a small chuckle.- But really....who does she says looks better? Me or Malfoy?
Constance: Give me back my bloody wand before I break your friggin' nose, Malfoy! *It was an empty threat, especially seeing she turned on her heel and stalked off towards 93 Diagon Alley.*
Draco: *opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and then sighed and followed along after her* All for firewhiskey *mutters under his breath as he follows her to wherever it was she was going, he didn't really care, even though he had a bad feeling he knew where it was*
Alice: *Alice rolled her eyes before giving George a faked shock expression.* Alice! What are you saying? No! The only body I want to look at is George's! Draco practically makes me look at his! Why are you asking this, anyways!? *None of these were exactly Connie's words, but most of it was true. She then faked a shy, blushing expression.* I... I can't help it, okay? George is... He's really special to me. *She then reverted back to one of her normal expressions, with an exagherated eye-roll.* So, Prince Charming. Save me from your princess turned dragon. *She added on a teasing note.* But oh dear, I don't think I can reward you with a kiss. You'll just have to live without it.
George: -A smug look crossed his features as he made a mental tally: George 1 Malfoy 0. When she called Connie a dragon he rolled his eyes.- I'm sure it can't be that bad......-he glanced down at the paper with a small shrug- Never mind it was nice knowing you. -he placed the paper on the counter- I be a bit mental but I'm not completely...I know what women get like when they're angry...Mum shown me the worst side of it already...Ginny taking after her as well...blimey can they be scary. But I don't think we have anything to worry about.....after all she can't know that your here -he stated with an indiffernet shrug-
Constance: *She stalked, pausing only to take off her shoes as she tripped the entire way to the store, visibly trembling with anger. When she tried the door, she found it locked. Constance hit it with the flat of her palm.* George Fabian Weasley, open the bloody door!
Draco: *trails after her, torn between looking at some of the other articles and making sure she doesn't murder a passerby on the street* This is going to go well *mutters under his breath as he watches her bang on the door*
Alice: *Upon the shouting out-side, Alice's eyes went wide. She stared at George, looked back at the door, and darted for another exit or some please to hide.* You didn't see me, I wasn't here. Tell her I went vacationing in Belgium. *The woman ducked into the nearest area she could find that would conceal her, curled up and covered her head with her arms.*
George: -George stared at the door as it shook beneath Connie's palm- Bloody Hell...what did I get into. - Muttered as he made his way slowly to the door before shoving the paper off behind the counter...he would just pick it up later....or burn it quickly. He peeked behind the draps slowly- Bloody hell women, not with you acting like that
Constance: *She crossed her arms in front of her chest,* I know she's in there George, and I know she showed it to you. Alice would want to see your expression of my half naked body for thousands to see. Now let me in!
Alice: *The woman wasn't even in the building and Alice was holding her breathe like she thought she'd be found in her hiding place. Why was she so scared of her best friend? She wasn't a fan of her own pain. She didn't move an inch from her hiding place, remaining completely still.*
George: -He opened the door part way- I have no idea what you're talking about...why would Alice be here and show me what?
Constance: Do not lie to me, George. *she glared at him.* We both know that it will not end well. Alice! Are you happy? Now the entire Wizarding community knows I'm still in love with George Weasley. If he gets hurt, it's on your bloody head! *She shouted behind him, purposely not looking at him directly as she said this.*
Alice: *Still holding her breathe in her hiding place. Her lungs were starting to burn, but that was a minor price for the alternative.*
George: -he coughed lightly at her yelling statement before pulling the door open slighlty- Constance...I think you're over reacting just a bit...-his face almost as red as his hair now-
Constance: *She stared at him, her usually warm and friendly eyes showing as a deep gray from her annoyance.* The bikini was painted on, George. Still think I'm overreacting?
George: -he opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut- I was hoping it was just my imagination....-he muttered- Connie, love really step inside I dont think you want more attention drawn to yourself.
Constance: *She muttered a few things in French, stepping past the man after she hit him with her copy of the Prophet. She covered her face, going to sit on the floor by the Pygmy Puffs* I'm ruined.
George: -he brought his arms up slighlty to protect himself from the paper- Why are you ruined? Because you say you love me or of those pictures? - he asked sitting on the floor next to her- I'd like to see your face when I'm talking to you as well - He muttered reaching out to pull the Prophet away-
Constance: *Her only response was to lean into him, putting her face into his chest until she felt it was safe for her not to cry.* Pictures. I don't... I'll never be ashamed or ruined for loving you. *She looked up at him after this, but for some reason couldn¡¯t look him in the eyes.*
George: -He smiled lightly, as he wrapped an arm around her- Well from what you were babbling about just a few moments ago it sounded like the opposite to me. -he muttered before kissing her on her forehead- She's...somewhere over there -he pointed off in the last direction that Alice had ran off in-
Alice: *Ratted out.... The betrayel! Stays hidden though. It's her only chance for survival.*
Constance: *She muttered something about babbling and how he sounds before curling to his side, enjoying his touch.* Well. Seeing Draco still wonders why I haven't said a word about it for three years to you, it's a little irritating you had to find out this way.
Alice: *Huffs, finally peeking out.* Because I love you, your slow, Romance is a burning sensation, ya gotta keep up with it or it's gonna leave ya behind. *She'll get found sooner or later anyways, so might as well intervene in this lovey-dovey fest!*
George: -he smirked lightly at Alice- Good job hiding - he called out to her before resting the side of his head against Connie's- Would you have said anything...if it wasn't mentioned in the Prophet that is?
Constance: *Before George set his head on hers, she threw one of her shoes at Alice because Draco had taken her wand* *****. *She scoffed and then returned in her former position.* Eventually. I had it written down on my list... Thought you wouldn't wanna hear it.
Alice: Shut up, I've never been good at hiding from her anyways. Sixth year, I spent more time being found and dragged to class by her than in the teacher's office. *Crosses her arms with a huff, only to squeal and duck out of the way of the shoe.*
George: -he rolled his eyes lightly at Alice- Thats because Fred and I were masters at evading detection. If we didn't want to be found, you couldn't find us -he said with a small shrug of the shoulders, before turning his attention back to Contance- I still love you....really....its just...complicated - he knew it was a poor excuse-
Constance: ...I think I'll dig a hole and hide under a rock for five years. *She stated quietly, not looking up at him. She didn't move however.* You know, I was put in more danger not being with you than reversed.
Alice: *Edges for the door.....*
Alice: Bye! I have to feed Cheshire. Make babies, make merry, just don't do it out of bed!
Alice: *It idly passed her thoughts if they really would make merry and make babies as soon as she left... Not a pretty picture. She stopped her slow paced edging and flat out darted for the front doors. Anything on the other side had better be made of steel or get out of the way, dude.*
George: -Once again George's face started to match the color of his hair at Alice's previous outburst- There will be no baby making. -However the thought of kids was intertaining yet he knew that as of right now...he definitely wasn't ready for any kids.-
Constance: Nor will there be any practicing while we figure things out. *she muttered, using her bangs to hide her face before she saw the woman book it, picking up her other shoe and tossing it with a surprising amount of stretch at Alice's. back.* I'll punch her in a minute. Head start.
Draco: *leans against the door, waiting for Constance to reappear, glancing back slightly as he hears footsteps nearing it, he sidesteps the door just to be safe, waiting for it to open and figure out what the hell was going on*
Alice: *Just as she forced the door open, a shoe hit her back. Alice squeaked in surprise before tumbling foreward. She hopped on one foot, holding her arms out on either side to balance herself. Finally still she straightened herself out and glanced around to be sure no one watched.... And to be sure the woman wasn't following her.*
George: -At the sight of Alice and her attempt to stay standing George couldn't help but let out a small bout of laughter- Nice aim -he said with a quick side glance at Connie-
Constance: I think you've told me that before. *Mainly to stun him - and her own selfish need- Constance leaned up as he glanced at her, and pressed a quick but tender kiss to his lips and stood up, rather quickly darting to the door.*
Draco: *blinks as Alice comes barreling out, his eyebrow raising* Very graceful. I take it Constance wasn't happy about the article? *smirks and glances towards the shop door*
Alice: .... Draco... You saw nothi-- *The woman saw a bat out of hell running for the exit and she practically, well, basically. Darted behind the Malfoy to use him as a sheild. She was sure she couldn't out-run Connie and she didn't want to try apparating when her mind was in a state of distress.*
George: -Geo had frozen slightly as Connie got up and took off past him. Slowly a small genuine smile spread over his features as he licked at his lips lightly before slowly standing up and making his way over to the exit. However the small quickly faded from his face at the sight of the blond man whom Alice hid behind- Malfoy
Constance: Draco Malfoy, give me my wand back and stop protecting her or the only thing you will be doing for the next five hours is cupping your manhood. *barefoot, and rather annoyed, she stalked.*
Draco: I - *glances at Alice, frowning as she hides behind him* - don't particularly appreciate being your shield, Alice. *looks at Constance, his lip curling slightly when George follows her out* Weasel. *turns his attention back to Constance* I don't see why you need your wand, Constance. Weren't you the one who always told me violence wasn't the answer?
Alice: Oh, you're not a sheild, sweetie~ Your a knight in shining armour. George is a Prince. Connie is a Princess turned Dragon, and I'm the damsel in distress. We're roleplaying, you know. *She was trying to be playful and relaxed, but her voice was a bit high from panick.* It's every girl's fantasy to hide behind a Knight and stare at his shoulders as he faces the demons in the way, while the prince sits back and laughs his bloody ass off.
George: -He snorted lightly at Draco's last comment about not using violence.- Since when have you cared about not using violence -he stated towards the other male before reaching out to wrap his arms around Connie's waist in an attempt to lift her from the ground and pull her away from the other two-
Constance: Keep calling me a drag- eep! *She blinked looking at the arms around her waist.* Just one punch, Geo! I won't leave a bruise even. *She wiggled lightly, trying to get free.*
Draco: Alice, you've gone mental. *sneers at George's comment* Longer than I'd care to inform you, Weasel. Can't keep your hands to yourself? I always knew you weren't over the little crush you had on her.
Alice: I have not! It's called sarcasm! You should know it best! *She peeks past the man at Connie.* Connie. I'm sorry, alright?! The George thing was because you always seem so sad talking about it, I hate that! And the pictures were.... Were.... *The woman went back to keeping herself concealed behind the Platinum haired man. She didn't want to admit that she just used the pictures to add a little spice.* ... Cheshire picked them! *Lie.*
George: -he chuckled lightly at Constance- No not even one punch, an see Alice meant no harm...pictures get out about people everyday...the next article will have photos of someone else and everyone will forget about yours. - he said trying to reason with her. George turned his attention back to Malfoy as he narrowed his eyes at him.- What's it to you Death Eater? - He asked taking a step forward and reaching out to grasp the front of Draco's shirt- You'd rather I have my hands on you? If I remember last time you weren't a pretty sight...and there's no Umbridge here to protect you. Or are you going to have Daddy do all the work for you?
Constance: *She twitched lightly, leaning into the man in defeat as she didn't accept the apology. She didn't want to take them in the first place and if one wanted to say she was pouting, they could. However when she felt George move, she moved to put herself between the two men, hand gently on George's chest.* Don't. If I can't hit her you can't hit him. He is a prominent dick but he's still important to me even if he won't give me back my wand.
Draco: *glances at Alice and smirks at her over his shoulder* So I'm stuck in this role then, am I? *turns his head back to George, a scowl appearing on his features* I'm not the one who goes around attacking people because they can't handle dealing with big words like a man. Listen to the lady, Weasel, and get your filthy hands off me.
Alice: *Alice wasn't going to mention that Ginny was her next interview. She didn't usually use such pictures anyways. But Connie...Connie was such an idiot! She definitely needed a push! Now these men needed a push. Sigh. It was a tempting thought to push them both down stairs but.... If George broke his neck, she'd have no one to pal around with and if Draco broke his nose it'd be such a waste of a cute face. Alice finally stopped her hiding and scooted towards Connie, who she promptly wrapped her arms around. She knew she was going to get it bad but... An example.... Her eyes clenched shut tightly.* Just not the face, please! If I would have known I'd have to listen to these two have a spat, I would've just taken the punishment from the beginning. At least I'll know it's with love.
George: -George was tempted beyond belief to place a well aimed fist into Draco's face, however took a step away from the young man instead.- Once a slimy git always a slimy git...one of these days you'll get what you deserve Malfoy...and no one will be around to bail out of trouble.
Constance: George... do not threaten him. Draco kept my ass from being killed after you left me. Draco, we both know how hard I'll hit you. *She took the time to collect her wand and slid it into the waistband of George's pants.* There. Unarmed. *She then punched Alice in the head.* I am not wearing bathing suits around you again. Also, because this is a little irritating, Geo, if you're in a complicated mood I'll be there for you. Please kiss me and gross out Draco because I miss you, and being with you. *She was never good at subtle... or even hinting.*
Draco: Well look at you being brave, Alice *says dryly, a slight smirk on his features* Yes Weasel, I've been told that countless times already, but thanks for repeating common knowledge *clenches his jaw and wrinkles his nose at Constance's words* Bloody disgusting *grumbles under his breath*
Alice: *After being roughly hit ontop of the head, her hands quickly flew to the spot. She held it, ducking her head down to hide the fact it was hard enough to cause her to cry. That was going to be a migraine the next morning. She tried to answer, though it came out broken.* I'm... Always... brave! *Alice obviously wasn't good with pain, because when she finally lifted her head to stare at the three, her eyes were still watery. She tried playing it off. She blinked.* So forward. And the verdict is: George is having an internal debate of, God I want to snog her so! But no! I have to face my rival down until he's gone. If you turn away from a snake it will bite! *Sarcasm at it's finest, considering she was sulking.*
George: -He half wanted to complain that since she got to hit Alice then he was allowed to hit Draco. However decided against doing so. Last he needed now was more snide remarks from the blond across from him. George was never good when it came to controlling his Temper and when around the Malfoys his temper always seemed short.- If you were brave Alice you'd been in Gryffindor - he pointed out to her before turning his attention back to Connie. Dipping his head down he capture her lips with his own while also flipping Alice off for her last statement-
Constance: *With a content grim crawling across her lips as she returned it, arms going around George's neck, she lightly but firmly kicked Draco in the shin for calling George a Weasel. She was happy at that moment, and not even the fact he was being a prick would bring her down from her happy high.*
Draco: *rolls his eyes, cringing at the blow to his shin before he turns his back so he won't have to look at them snogging, deciding to focus his attention on Alice instead* Well, this is marvelous. Seeing as I don't really want to watch them suck face like sex starved animals...*makes a slightly disgusted face*...How are you, Alice? *glances at her head briefly, knowing it probably smarted something awful*
Alice: *Alice turned her attention away from the couple, pointedly ignoring George's jerk at her bravery. The flip-off he gave? It just caused entertainment. Her attention was on the blond-haired male. She stared at him for a bit before giving a nod.* I'll survive. A little alcohol, some ice, and a nice long bubble bath and all will be right with the world again.
George: -After the nice hand gester he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her in closer. A small smile working its way onto his features before slowly pulling back-
Constance: *Giving a rather small, content sigh, the woman kept her arms around his neck as she set her cheek to his shoulder, watching Alice and Draco with a rather amused smile, staying close.* Hm...
Draco: Alcohol, you say? Mind if I interrupt your plans and included myself? *smirks slightly, trying to forget the scene playing in the background*
Alice: Alcohol, I say. I don't mind, but I have to wonder. Are you staying for the bubble bath too~? I don't take up much room, you can always include yourself there too~ George and I have already discovered the fact you must not be ashamed of your size. He seemed rather worried about the differences. *Yep, Alice had every intention to gross George and Connie out, consider it payback for the overly-mushy scene playing out.*
George: -George rolled his eyes lightly at Alice's invite for the bubble bath and talking about Draco nude- I am not worried about any difference. Espeically when it concerns 'Mister I'm too good for anyone else' -He wasn't completely lying, but he wasn't also being truthful either...he had been slightly worried...just over who Connie liked better-
Constance: Well, unlike Draco who I might add has enough whores in the house and is probably diseased... George is perfectly excellent and I absolutely love him for who he is and not his money. *She hummed, leaning up to kiss the mans cheek.* Even if he is a huge worrywart.
Draco: Mmm...staying for the bath? If you're offering, who would I be to decline? *glances back at George and Constance* I'll bet he was. *rolls his eyes slightly* My house is not diseased - nor am I.
Alice: *Blinked at how easily he agreed. Alice had a very conflicting moment. Take advantage of it... Or keep her principles. The latter won. She smiled.* I'm not offering, you're just agreeing to hold your image, right? Lets stick to the drinks, shall we?
George: -George couldn't help the laughter that erupted from this throat at Alice's reply- An I'm sure you just got cock blocked
Constance: *Moved her arms to around George's waist.* Definitely... Draco deserves it though. Taking advantage of Alice.
Draco: Of course, everyone knows I love my image *glances at Constance, giving her a pointed look, then scowls at George* If I was being serious, then possibly, Weasel. However, I actually have more class than you seem inclined to believe.
Alice: *Alice looked anywhere but at the people. She could be a hell of a liar, but she never seemed to be good about lying about this.* I have a honey~ He'd be terribly jealous. *She had a cat at the moment, that was it.* So please don't feel too badly about it. I'll even pay for your drinks as an apology.
George: I don't see why you should pay for his drinks Alice...if he has so much class then he should be able to pay for his own drinks and yours at the same time - He stated while keeping his gaze locked on the blond, while moving his arm to resting lightly around Connie's shoulders-
Constance: You have to remove the C and the L. *She blinked, enjoying the man's touch and moving to stand beside him, putting her arm around his waist, pleased.* And if you have so much class, Draco, you would call your flings back and not make me answer them acting as your girlfriend or sister.
Draco: If you would've let me answer her, Weasel, I would've gladly offered to pay. Not a problem. *looks at Alice curiously for a few moments, then glances at Constance* It's so much easier to have you deal with them though.
Alice: *Sighed a bit. She bit her bottom lip refraining from what she really wanted to do. Give them both a thumbs down and lecture them about how women would be also impressed with a man classy enough to accept a woman's offer to pay. She tilts her head with a sweet smile.* Are you sure? I might drink you out of your wallet and under the table. I don't want to impose any.
George: The day you actually do something nice for anyone other than for your own gain is the day I'll kiss your slimy feet Malfoy
Constance: *Blinked, looking up at George.* Draco stopped the entire Slytherin house from killing me on the first day in addition to the day after you left me... He could have let them kill me.
Draco: Think you could? That would be interesting to see. *glances at George, then opens his mouth to make a snarky remark before Constance speaks and he pauses, his eyebrows raising in slight surprise before he puts back on his indifferent face* See, Weasel? Don't pretend like you know me.
Alice: I could. I could drink George under the table too. *Merlin knew she needed the drink right now.* The day you two have a civil conversation is the day the world ends, isn't it?
George: -He turned his attention to Alice with a small smile- I'm always up for a civil conversation...its just that some people aren't capable of it -he said with a small wink towards her-
Constance: *She moved to put her shoes on, and then lightly rolled her eyes,* You both are pissing me off again. Can't you act your ages? Be real men and not children? I've seen that you both have the packaging, one willingly and one because it's owner is a horny drunk.
Draco: I've no problems with being civil as long as he keeps his freckly fingers to himself *sneer* And funnily enough, Weasel, you were the one who started attacking me with my apparent fancying of violence. *looks at Constance* That's...lovely.
Alice: *Gives Connie a 'girl-talk later' look before turning her attention back to the fighting old couple. She then glanced at Connie again.* A frog in a well has never tasted the ocean. I guess it's impossible for them to see eachother's point of view. Maybe it's because their good points are different? *Yup, pretty much talking about them like they aren't there.*
George: I think thats a civil conversation with you...at least I'm getting something right about you. You can't even say my name correctly. -he glanced at Connie slighlty- It's his profession to piss others off, been practicing his whole life -He then turned his attention to Alice- Standing here.
Constance: George... For me, please be nicer. I'll reward you later? *She chimed gently and lightly nodded to Alice.*
Draco: *glances at them all, then clears his throat* Right then. As enticing as this little chat is, I've things to do. I'll see you later Alice, Constance...*smiles thinly* Weasel. *turns on his heel and apparates off*
Alice: I think Draco has the right idea. I'll leave the happy couple to themselves~ *Blows a kiss and winks at the two before apparating off to home.*
