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Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Snickering, Draco looked between the three Gryffindors. Trouble in paradise, Weasley? They had passed several Slytherins on their way to whatever hell-hole-room they were to be shoved into, but his housemates had very smartly kept quiet. Of course, that could have had something to do with his threatening curses the moment he got his wand back... And Draco Malfoy always followed through on his threats. They were on a fourth floor corridor before Professor Snape stopped in front of a portrait of the Bloody Baron. The Baron has consented to be your room guardian for the duration of your punishment. Your password is 'faire grce'. Draco snorted at that, but stopped within seconds when a hard, cold stare was focused on him by the formidable Potions master. It cannot be reset or changed. You will both spend your free time here, study here, and sleep here. The library is open to you in order for you to borrow books. Good night, gentlemen. Draco huffed and gave the password, pushing past Weasley to get into the rooms and choose the best bed for himself.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Bite me, Malfuck, Ron hissed under his breath, glaring. They got to the portrait and he just stared blankly at it when told the password. He had no clue what it meant, of course. But it was no more difficult to remember than some of the Gryffindor passwords had been. With a small sigh, he followed Draco in, and the portrait closed behind them. He stopped, staring at the little room they were to share. There was...one loveseat in front of the fire. Two chairs at one long desk. But the worst of it, the absolute, most horrifying thing about the whole room...was one large bed. One. Bed. They're out of their bloody minds! he shouted.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Oh fuck all! Draco threw his hands up and turned right back around, marching out of the portrait hole. There were some things he could make due with. There were some things he would tolerate. And then there were somethings that made him rather slit his throat than have to deal with even the thought. Sharing a bed with a Weasel was one thing he'd rather slit his own throat over. The blond stalked his way up to the headmaster's office and hurled the password at the guardian statue. Mr. Malfoy. I say this is a surprise. I doubt that. There's been a mistake. There is only one bed in that bloody prison you insist I spend my holidays in, and I won't stand for it. If I have to, I'll go to the Board of Governors and make my case. He had to hold himself back from punching the old man when he smiled at him. Alas, Mr. Malfoy, there has been no mistake. It simply stands to reason that there are only so many spare beds to go around. We were lucky to find the furniture that we did. That's a crock of shit, old man! We're wizards! CONJUR something! The old wizard had the gall to simply sit further back in his chair and smile at him. I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but that's just the way it is. It's only for a week. I'm sure that you are both mature enough to not let something so small as sleeping arrangements get the best of you. Draco let out a guttural growl of frustration. I swear to Merlin, Dumbledore, that I will cause hell for this. The blond stalked from the office then, and to the library to seek sanctuary from his fucked up day.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron simply shook his head as Draco stormed off, sighing. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length red hair, glaring at the one portrait in the room that snickered. Bugger off, he muttered, figuring the portrait was there to spy on them. Tittering, the occupant of the portrait left. Ron looked to the bed and noticed two trunks side by side,and easily recognized his battered, second-hand trunk. The much more pristine, expensive one beside it must be Draco's. Resigned, he walked forward, stripping down and pulling on his sleeping clothes, climbing into the bed. At least it was comfortable. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall had sought out Draco in the library, clearing her throat. You know the rules, Mr. Malfoy. You're not to go anywhere without Mr. Weasley. 15 points from Slytherin, and make your way back to your room immediately. There will be no more deviation from this.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Scowling at the old tabby, Draco wasn't necessarily concerned with the loss of points. Professor Snape would restore them somehow, or he would when he was made prefect again. No deviation? he asked, standing and facing the professor. I don't think this punishment fits the crime, so to speak. I might have conceded forced space sharing. But when a school forces two of its students to share a bed in private sleeping quarters, it goes beyond what any one 'crime' could merit. And aside from that, I needed a book for my Runes assignment and Weasley refused. What was I to do, Professor? Not complete my assignments? So Weasley hadn't refused, because Draco hadn't asked. That was hardly the point of anything. I'm sure that by trying to gather the materials needed for my assignments I've been relegated to the three foot long sofa tonight as the redheaded oaf probably took ownership of the only bed! Perhaps if he bitched enough, at enough people, something would be done about it.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

You didn't pay quite enough attention to your quarters, did you Mr. Malfoy? I am here because the portrait within saw you stalk out of the quarters, followed you to the Headmaster's office, and notified me when you arrived here. Another ten points for lying and cheek. Professor McGonagall drew herself up, staring down at the insolent Slytherin. Remember your place as a student of this school. You are to have more respect for your teachers. You don't believe the punishment fits? The alternative, Mr. Malfoy, was the expulsion of you and Mr. Weasley due to the severity of your confrontation. And if you continue to act in such a manner unbefitting of a Hogwarts student, you will effectively end Mr. Weasley's punishment early when you no longer have a place in this school. Now, return to your new dormitory. And if Mr. Weasley has taken up the bed, I would, if I were you, politely ask him to move. And remember, you are being monitored.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

He tossed the book he'd been holding onto the table and stalked out of the library, thoroughly frustrated and pissed off. A letter to the Board was most definitely in order now. The blond stalked to the end of the corridor and then slowed his gait. The slower he walked, the less time he would have to spend in that bloody fucking room with that redheaded monstrosity of a wizard. He tried to make it seem as he was walking at his normal pace, because no doubt the damned Transfigurations professor was following him, but for the most part he figured he could take up at least fifteen full minutes by walking. He thought as he walked, trying to solve the most pressing problem for the moment and that was the lack of proper bed. No wand meant that he couldn't transfigure something quite so big as a bed for himself, but the blond wouldn't mind sleeping on a mattress on the floor at this point, switching off days with the Weasel for the bed. Blaise and Pansy had stayed behind for the holidays, too. Maybe one of them would be able to sneak him their wand to borrow... Eventually, he had to come to the conclusion that he could no longer put off entering the room. He did so, slamming the portrait door shut and commanding the lights to full brightness. Draco took stock of what was in the room, and what he could make use of. The loveseat's cushions could be removed... The blond did so and laid them on the floor. They still left a good three feet of length that he needed for a proper length bed. Eyeing the back cushions, Draco examined them carefully and realized gleefully that they zipped to the back of the sofa. He removed them and laid them end to end with the other cushions. It would have to do, he determined while admiring his handy work. Opening his trunk, Draco removed his extra set of sheets and used them to wrap the cushions into place, and then stole a couple of pillows from the bed itself and his extra blanket out of the trunk as well. Satisfied with the makeshift bed, Draco entered the door at the south of the room, which he assumed was the bathroom. Sighing in relief that he was right, he changed and brushed his teeth before returning to the main room. We'll switch, Weasley. I'll have the bed tomorrow night and you'll take the floor.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron had been close to falling asleep when the lights had come back on at Draco's demand. He sat up with an annoyed groan, shooting a dirty look at the blond. He watched Draco work in bemusement, then shook his head. Have it your way... he muttered. He watched Draco enter the bathroom, and then looked over, frowning, then staring. The Room was like the Room of Requirement, it seemed...only worse. As soon as Draco had gone into the bathroom, the makeshift bed pretty much unraveled itself, the cushions rising back into place on the loveseat, those sheets left on the floor. Bloody hell... When Draco came out and started to talk, Ron simply pointed at the couch which had been put back together. He had a bad, bad feeling the teachers may have anticipated their moves and had applied magic to combat it. It's like a fuckin' game of chess you can't win...
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Frustrated beyond anything, Draco punched the bathroom door. The blond stood there, contemplating his options. A few minutes longer and the blond firmed himself up, stood up straighter and turned back to face his 'roommate'. I need you to come with me, Weasley. The portraits are spying on us and I need to talk to Snape. He kept his voice as level and civil as possible while moving to his trunk and pulling out his dressing gown. He was past no one listening to him about this, and Draco knew that Severus would be the one to understand. The Potions master knew Draco's history, and while he didn't want to bother his Head of house who'd have thought that someone wouldn't see reason regarding forcing two students to commit sexual harassment towards each other?, Draco was now left with no option. Looking up at the redhead, Draco fought himself to not say anything snippy while trying to find something to say other than please.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

He rolled his eyes and frowned, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and shaking his head. You realize he had to agree to this, right? And he likely knew everything that was involved? You have to understand that, don't you? Even he understood it. He thought he was the stubborn one, but apparently Draco could out-stubborn even him. Look, Malfoy... Ron paused, pursing his lips. As much as I bloody hate to say this, just...come to the damn bed. What do you think he's going to do? If he hadn't done anything to stop it by now, we're just going to waste our time. AND be out after dark. I'd rather not have them extend this into the bloody school year, how about you?
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

It's not that simple, Weasley. Draco wasn't going to go into details with the redhead, but he couldn't believe that Snape knew about this and let it go, knowing what he knew. It... It's a trust thing, and personal. Just. I need to speak to Professor Snape. He ran his fingers through his hair, resisting the urge to pull at it as his anxiety levels rose a bit. The thought that he may have been betrayed by one of the few people who he thought might understand him caused Draco a bit of trouble breathing. He took several large, deep breaths and focused on wide open expanses before he got himself under control. Just forget it, Weasley. He'd been stupid to think the bloody Gryffindor would help him, and he could speak to Snape in the morning. I have some Pepper Up Potions in my trunk. It wasn't the first time he'd gone without sleep, and as the holiday had just started, he really did have homework he could do. The blond rummaged in his trunk and pulled out his potions bag, taking one of the energy potions before gathering his homework and settling himself at one of the desks.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron stared at Draco, frowning. He may not have been the best at reading people, but...something told him that this was pretty serious. Letting out a resigned sigh, he got to his feet and walked over to his trunk, pulling on his shoes and grabbing his robes to pull over his pajamas. Well, bloody fucking hell, if it's that important to you, let's go then, he huffed, pulling his second-hand, ratty robes closed over his too-short pajamas, turning to give Draco a little glare. Well, are we going, or did you decide you'd rather do homework?
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Looking up, Draco was a bit surprised. He had figured on Weasley shrugging him off and going back to bed. The blond nodded once in thanks, unable to form the words to speak them but he hoped that the redhead understood. As they exited the room, Draco took a better look at the pajamas and robes that Weasley was wearing and made a mental note to purchase some better ones for him as a thank you. Perhaps it was a bit overboard, but Draco was more grateful than a simple nod. They walked along in silence. It wasn't quite yet past curfew, but nearly so and there were very few students in the corridors. The draft of the dungeons welcomed him, and Draco breathed in the safety of his home for the past six years deeply, letting it seep in and calm him. Down a few more corridors and they had reached Professor Snape's office. Draco knocked solidly and stood back, waiting for an answer. The door opened smoothly. Draco. Mr. Weasley. It's nearly curfew. Yes, sir. But there is...a situation, and I need your assistance. The Potions master gave them an open once over before nodding and stepping back. Draco entered, and assumed Weasley would, as well. When he heard the door click shut, he took a few more steps forward. A silencing spell around the two of us? he requested. The professor just nodded and cast a strong spell. Well? Draco explained the sleeping arrangements quickly. We've spoken before about my past, Professor. I'm not asking for a king sized bed and suite of rooms to myself. I'm asking for proper sleeping arrangements that don't fail to make me feel safe. You think Ronald Weasley will attack you in the night? he questioned, eyebrow raised. That isn't the point, and you know it. Severus hummed but nodded, conceeding the Slytherin's point. I will cancel the spells that the Headmaster put in place for the night, and I shall speak with him in the morning. Know, Draco, that you will have to tell your story once this course of action begins. Yes, I understand. The professor nodded and cancelled the silencing spell around them. Then I will escort you both back to your rooms.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

Ron sighed and walked on silently, keeping his robes tightly shut around him, glad they hid the ratty pajamas beneath. When they got to Snape's office, he was surprised, and slightly annoyed, that he didn't even get to be included in the conversation. He glowered at them, then turned to follow once they were finished. All that, and I don't even get to hear why you dragged me all the way here for? Ron muttered to Draco, annoyed. I'd think I at least deserve that much!
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

He shook his head, keeping his eyes forward as they walked. I told you, Weasley. It's personal. It was bad enough that he would have to speak to the headmaster regarding his weaknesses, but he'd be damned if he was going to tell Weasley, too, and have it spread all over school by lunch tomorrow. I'm not trying to play games with it. It's just not something I speak about. They came up to the portrait and Severus gave the password. The Potions master studied the room with a thoughtful look, and nodded before waving his wand several times over. With the last pass, the sofa enlarged to a normal length, over-stuffed one. The original spells will replace themselves at precisely half eight. You should both be in the Great Hall by eight so I do not foresee this as being a problem. I will summon you when it is time to meet with the headmaster tomorrow, Draco. The blond nodded. Thank you, Professor. Once they were alone again, Draco laid his robe over the back of the chair and set to making up the sofa with his sheets and blanket.
Thread: The Ferret and The Weasel (Lia & Aislashu)

We're going to be living together a damn week, I doubt there'll be anything personal between us after that, he huffed, frowning. He stepped inside and watched Snape remove the enchantments. To say he was surprised was an understatements. He shook his head again and made a face. Oh, just take the fuckin' bed, then. I don't want to hear about Little Miss Prissy being all sore after having to sleep on the couch. Ron walked over, shooing Draco away from the long sofa and just flopping down onto it. He'd slept on worse things. Actually, the couch was more comfortable than a lot of things he'd slept on. Just go to bed already, and don't drag me out again.
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Thread: Looking for Females to RP any of the following

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Thread: Looking for Females to RP any of the following

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Thread: The Riders' Legacy [ Ariamella & Greeneyed23 ]

RE Into the Riders' Legacy BlinkyWinky Greeneyed23 Fela and jurizen were sleeping, or at least resting, in the sun in the courtyard. Fela was laying on the bulge of Jurizen's right wing his eyes closed while Jurizen lay splayed out soaking up at the sun. As the younger pair came out the dragon spoke in an oddly smooth but also very deep voice. It was very attractive to Veravada as it was filled with his power. his voice was so rich and powerful ti made the grass around him and Fela stir and grow quicker. Hello hatchlings. You have done well. Just those few words threatened to do great damage to the city around them and the three beings nearby. Fela sighed and rubbed his partner's belly. Take it easy my heart. He looked up at Amarose and Veravada and smiled. Jurizen rarely speaks because he, like myself, was raised on the Ancient language. But for some reason even my fellow elves nor the Eldunari cannot understand his normal voice is filled with the magic and power of the Ancient tongue. Because this it is not safe for him to speak except through me in most cases. That is why he failed to greet you personally Veravada. He does apologize. Jurizen nodded. Fela sighed stretching and laying back again revealing the two massive Eldunari of Umaroth and Glaedr. They were both still glowing but were also fairly dull. they are resting. They enjoy the sun as well. A low hum was coming from them both indicating something like sleep breathing. Would you like to rest here with us for a time before you went to pack? We have some time. And the sun is quite enjoyable.
Thread: The Riders' Legacy [ Ariamella & Greeneyed23 ]

RE Into the Riders' Legacy BlinkyWinky Greeneyed23 Jurizen's voice was, without a doubt, one of the most powerful forces the female Rider pair had ever heard. For Amarose, it instilled a sense of respect and horror, as she could only imagine what the massive dragon was capable of if he ever decided to raise that voice of his. Mountains would fall and he would give rise to new seas, probably. I'd imgagine he would make many females' scales shiver...and not from the cold , mused Veravada, who obviously had a different view of Jurizen than that of Amarose. The human girl rolled her eyes in response, struggling to shut out the hum of pleasure coming from her dragon. It wasn't uncommon for Veravada to become smitten by some male, but the thing was, Jurizan was not some male. He was entirely something else as was his Rider. Well...I suppose I could rest for a while. I mean, I don't have that many things to pack. Just some extra clothes and provisions for the flight to Alagaesia. I'm sure I can purchase other things while we travel. Even before Amarose made a move toward the male pair, Veravada plopped herself down next to Jurizen, maintaining a close distance to him without actually invading his sense of personal space. Amarose laughed, throwing her head back in amusement as she sunk next to her dragon. Jurizen has no reason to apologize. Vera, on the other hand, has plenty reason to apologize. She doesn't always act this way, I assure you. She took a look at the Eldunari, her fascination growing with each passing moment. How did you come across the Eldunari? That is to say...Eragon-elda always stated that only the Rider Elders have had a chance to be within the company of the precious heart of hearts. Yet, I have never seen you before in all my tutelage here.
Thread: The Riders' Legacy [ Ariamella & Greeneyed23 ]

RE Into the Riders' Legacy BlinkyWinky Greeneyed23 During Fela's exchange with one of the novice's, Amarose listened and observed, watching the elf give encouragement to the youngling. She was happy for Wotan and the golden dragon. They were so carefree and were immersed deeply into their studies, finding happiness and motivation through the way Fela and Jurizen praised them. Once upon a time, Amarose had been that way. The duties of being a Rider were so very important that she dedicated most of her time to becoming one with Veravada, a crucial part in the Rider bond. Over time, though, the books became less interesting, and the lessons more mundane rather than special. It was, in essence, a lack of motivation for learning that caused her to engage in activities that she and Veravada found more interesting. Yes, Fela, Veravada replied, I can easily carry my own armor as well as whatever provisions and weapons Amarose may need. We may have to make more stops than what you are used to. I haven't ever traveled a distance this far. Amarose nodded in agreement, adding, We will return in an hour's time. And with that, the female pair left for their quarters in preparation for the flight to Alagaesia. The trip itself was two day's ride by dragon, and there was a convenient island in between the two continents that the Riders used as an outpost and rest stop. Amarose packed her weaponry large, twin daggers made of brightsteel and a pack of throwing knives for some longer range. The daggers allowed her to be more fluid in her fighting, as compared to a sword that usually weighed her down. She wasn't the first to request a brightsteel weapon that wasn't a sword. In fact, the Riders of old did it as well, asking for maces, lances, and arrowheads made of the precious metal. The knives were there just because she never liked the bows, preffering things she could throw that had just as deadly aim as an arrow. Imbued with magic, the knives often worked wonders without the bulkines of carrying the bow. After that, the girl packed the armor in a large leather casing and strapped it to Veravada's back, along with other leather casings that held clothing, blankets, and food mostly nuts and dried fruit. Amarose had never been one to strictly follow the Elven way of diet, but it was slowly growing on her. Within the hour, she had finished packing her things and went down to the courtyard to wait for Fela and Jurizen.