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[LUCY ANNABELLE WEASLEY]

BLACK BLACK HEART

WHY WOULD YOU OFFER MORE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Lucy Weasley was sitting near the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. She was half heartedly flipping through her Transfiguration book. She had an essay due by the end of the week. She needed to read some chapters of her book because she had lessons tomorrow and the Professor was going to test them. But Lucy was obviously bored with her Transfiguration. She got bored very easily lately. The last time she got bored, Fred replied to her letter and they ended up going swimming in the lake. Unfortunately, the letter she sent out this time got no reply. And, it was also after curfew and Lucy didn't feel like heading out. At least, without company. Her legs were over the armrest of the couch, and Lucy swung them about while staring at the flames in the fireplace. Her father had just written a letter to her. The redhead hadn't opened it up to read just yet. She knew what he wrote. It was always the same thing. Get her grades up (they were rather good, in her opinion), make sure she gave people more detention (well, she thought that was written between the lines), and hang out with her sister more. The ginger let out a low scowl, closing her book. She hadn't felt like doing much this week. Usually she could deal with her father's expectations. Perhaps it was because of being back in school after months of being away. Lucy whipped out her wand, conjuring up some roses. She smiled when she saw them. They were red naturally. But the fact that she had to conjure up her own roses to make herself smile got her to frown. She threw the roses into the fire, watching the petals burn to a crisp. Oh, if her cousin Rose saw her doing this... words; 304 tag; GRAHAM notes; whooo! template made by missickle

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[GRAHAM AODAN DAWLISH]

All Graham wanted was to have a good time. But this silly Hufflepuff was unsure of what she wanted, even in a drunken state. "You know what? Fine, fine!" Graham had stormed away, after some other guys came over in an attempt to protect the girl. That was not entirely fair to him, he had been sitting on the couch, in a happy, drunken state when she had came over to him. It had not been until they started to take their moment a bit more private that she started playing with him. Yet, as always, he's the one that gets the sever consequences. It was something that him and other men like him had to live with, at least that was what his drunken mind was convinced of. All he wanted was a pretty girl, and that should not be hard to fine. Hogwarts had a surplus of them.

Eventually he stumbled out of the party to go back to his dorm, by himself after many failed attempts. He figured everyone would be out cold and he could pass out, in turn missing his first two classes for the day. He would consider showing up for his third, if his hangover was not incredibly obnoxious when he woke up. He stumbled into the common room, after a long discussion about nothing with the house portrait. He looked lazily at the fire place as some roses were burning in it. That was an odd site, what was in his drink? He staggered towards the flames, watching for a second before hurling on the wood. That would be a pleasant perfume to whoever else was down here. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearly use to this situation.

Graham started to turn around, intending to go to bed, but stopped when he saw a redheaded girl sitting by the fire. "Lucy Weasley," he slurred, smiling in a lazy manner. "Y-you see the roses right?" he asked, looking back down at the fire. He knelt down by the chair, resting his arms on the chair she was already occupying. "Whatchya reading there? Some book full intellect?" His Scottish accent was becoming thicker and thicker with each word it seemed. "Where your mates at?" he leaned in closer to her.

words: 381
tag: lucy weasley
notes: gracy? luraham?
outfit: this, but probably buttoned up, a bit

[LUCY ANNABELLE WEASLEY]

BLACK BLACK HEART

WHY WOULD YOU OFFER MORE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Lucy was just about ready to leave when Graham Dawlish came staggering in. He seemed rather oblivious to anyone around him and headed directly towards her. Well, towards the fireplace would be more accurate. Lucy looked at him, before wrinkling her nose as he puked into the fireplace. Okay, that was unexpected. She pulled out her wand, casting a spell that sprayed out a pleasant scent of jasmine. Now she could breathe easier. Maybe she should aim the perfume at him, jolt him awake or something. The redhead eyed him as he turned around and saw her. If she had any doubts as to whether he was drunk or not, she got her answer when he said her name. “Uh huh.” Lucy replied him, wondering if she should laugh or just walk off. “Yes, I see the roses. I threw them in there.” She replied him, wondering if he was going to ask her why she did that. He asked more questions and Lucy thought of not answering him. He was quite drunk, and really, while he was handsome, drunk people did not make the most ideal conversationalists. But the Scottish accent got to her. She happened to think she could do a Scottish accent quite well. But Lucy doubted he would even notice her not speaking in her own proper British accent so she wasn't going to go through the trouble. “It is full of intellect, I'm sure. All books are.” Lucy replied, waving the book in front of him. Hopefully that would cause him to go cross eyed. He had leaned in closer and Lucy smirked slightly. She positioned the tip of her wand on top of his head and repeated the casting of the earlier spell. “Snogging some bloke, I imagine. Doing homework, writing essays. Not talking to some drunk lad.” words; 304 tag; GRAHAM notes; whooo! template made by missickle

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[GRAHAM AODAN DAWLISH]

"What?" Graham asked, staring at her. He hadn't even heard her speak. At least not until after she said "in there". What about there? Did she say there was nothing in there? He had been too focused on how Lucy actually looked to hear her speak. She had some very pretty features, and her hair was not a terrible red color either. She actually looked more Scottish than he did; though he would never admit to that aloud. He reached out to touch a strand of hair with the hand he had used to wipe his mouth. "You got some nice hair, y'know that?" he said. How come he didn't think of ever talking to Lucy when he was sober? Maybe he should try that sometime, like at dinner tomorrow night or something.

"Intelligence is very sexy," he stated. For him that was true, he loved a girl that could have witty comebacks and understand complex things that he could not even fathom. Although, he could not fathom much seeing as his lack of attention for school really did cut into his level of intelligence. On the plus side, he was a decent quidditch player and that did not require much knowledge. "I bet you got all O's on your O.W.L.s last year. I didn't I got like A's and P's. Maybe one was a P but what can you expect with stupid subjects like Atstronomy," he slurred. "Bah, Weasley, you seem like such a tight ass right now! Why not relax a bit?"

"We should do somethin', some time. What are you doing this weekend?" His side fell over to the side. Hopefully he remembered asking her out when he was sober. Maybe she could write it on his arm if they were going out. That'd be an easy way of remembering. "Just think Weasley, you've probably done two of those tonight already! Why not add a third to that list and match your friends while topping them and stuff?" He asked. Of course, for him that was a big suggestion that she should start snogging him, forgetting about him being the drunk bloke and letting that be an open invitation to leaving the room.

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tag: lucy weasley
notes: gracy!
outfit: this, but probably buttoned up, a bit

[LUCY ANNABELLE WEASLEY]

BLACK BLACK HEART

WHY WOULD YOU OFFER MORE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Lucy sighed softly, looking at Graham. He’d been staring at her and not listening at all. That was certainly one way to win her heart. “Yeah, I know that.” Luce said, before taking back the lock of hair that was in his hand. She was pretty sure that hand was used to wipe his mouth just now. “The colour obviously came from my father and the niceness, as you put it, came from my mother.” Speaking of her mother, Lucy thought that sending a letter to her mother sounded much more pleasant than replying to her father. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” Lucy replied. She thought the same way, though there were many types of intelligences that could attract her to someone. Graham, she was sure, had some form of intelligence, even if it wasn’t in his school work. That much she knew. Hanging out with seventh years did let her know the gossip and rumours that went round in their circles. Lucy nodded her head at his statement, before he went on talking about his own grades. “Well, you are drunk. So I assume everyone else just seems like a tight ass to you. So either you get sober or I get drunk, then we’ll be on the same level. And while it is easier for me to get drunk, I suggest you get sober or I’m going to use this book and whack you unconscious.” Perhaps saying that made her sound uptight. Ah well. She should have just whacked him on the head, left him here and modified his memories. Lucy laughed softly when he asked what she was doing this weekend. “Oh, I have plans that don’t involve you.” The redhead told him. “Ask me that again tomorrow, Dawlish. Maybe my plans will have changed.” Luce said. Drunk people had incapacitated memory retention, didn’t they? If he remembered tomorrow, then well, she’d see what he could come up with. “Ah. I should match my friends and top them off?” She repeated. He wanted her to start kissing him? Not while he was drunk, she was not. “See, I’ve done homework. I’ve written an essay. And I’ve snogged a boy. I have also broken someone’s heart today. So I think there’s no need to do anything else.” She said, looking at him. words; 385 tag; GRAHAM notes; gracyyy! template made by missickle

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[GRAHAM AODAN DAWLISH]

Graham heard her say something about her father and then her mother. "You probably get your looks from your mum, eh?" he asked dropping his hand back to under his chin. Paying full attention to this girl in this state was not going to work. If he was even an ounce sober he would realize it. "Your sis is blond, isn't she?" Graham did like blondes, although he really liked anything this gorgeous, long legs and long, silky hair. "You Weasleys, I remember my Pop telling me about how dingy you lot were. Now look at you lot, you're all-" he flopped his hand in the air while thinking of the right word,"-sexy. What happened to having you lot around to get a good laugh? Blimey I was looking forward to that. Then you all show up and decide to look like bloody models."

Graham shook his head vigorously. "Noo you wouldn't do that to me, it might ruin my face. Would you really be able to live with yourself if you ruined this piece of art?" he pointed towards his face, "I think you should drunk yourself up a bit, because the only way to sober up involves a long trip to the kitchens and frankly I'm sure that there are bottles laying around here that could get you tipsy enough to at least kiss me." Granted, Graham would probably kiss the redhead in front of him even if she wasn't tipsy. Her being tipsy would just make it easier for him to get away with it. "C'mon Weasley, a beautiful drunk boy is at your doorstep, you should take advantage of him," he pleaded.

"Do you have a quill on you? Write it on my arm, that way I'll remember even when I have a headache. Or write it on some parchment, maybe then it won't smudge on my face," he said. His arms dropped down along with the rest of his body while he searched under Lucy's seat for a quill. "C'mooon Luuuc, let me at least treat you to some lame treat at Honeydukes. You girls like that shit right? I'll get you something filled with juicy flavor," Graham whined.

words: 365
tag: lucy weasley
notes: wheeee
outfit: this, but probably buttoned up, a bit

[LUCY ANNABELLE WEASLEY]

BLACK BLACK HEART

WHY WOULD YOU OFFER MORE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] “She's a model.” Lucy replied, before nearly rolling her eyes when Molly was mentioned. “What is it about blondes that interest men so much?” She muttered to herself. Maybe they did have more fun, as the saying went. She listened to him when he went on about Weasleys and how they were supposed to be made fun off. He certainly wasn't doing himself any favours. “I think that's a compliment. Right?” She asked. “The previous generation had way too many males. So, I guess we're making up for the lack of sexiness.” Lucy shrugged. She wouldn't go so far as to say her uncles were sexy. It was quite weird to even think of them that way. But she was sure they attracted their fair share of girls. Or not. Lucy cracked a smile when Graham spoke. How often did boys refer to their faces as a work of art? Not often enough. “Maybe. Maybe not. Only one way to find out?” Luce told him, holding up the book and pretending that she wanted to hit him. The Slytherin shook her head at his other suggestion. She didn't fancy getting drunk. Letting out a laugh when Graham told her to take advantage of him, Lucy patted him on the head. “You're begging. It's not very becoming of you to beg.” “But what if you lose that piece of parchment?” Lucy asked, just as Graham decided to look for a quill under the chair. The redhead let Graham talk some more, shaking her head again when he complained. She joined him on the floor, before conjuring up a pen. She took his arm before writing down 'Ask the sexy Weasley out.' on it. It would be mightily hilarious if he asked out some other Weasley. Perhaps Roxanne? “Yes, girls do like that shit. I personally favour their chocolate fudge. When you ask me out it would be good to have some if you think I'm going to reject you.” words; 328 tag; GRAHAM notes; meep template made by missickle

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[GRAHAM AODAN DAWLISH]

"So why aren't you a model? You're tall enough," he stated. "I don't think I'm the man with your answers Luce, I never paid attention to the hair color of women. There are many other things that can be found appealing," he hinted, "Like legs, legs are really nice." He nodded his head at her statement of the male to female ratio in her family. "I think you could use more gingers in this generation. It seems like there's less of you and I personally enjoy the traditional Weasley signal in the crowd," Graham said, picking up a strand of Lucy's hair once more. "Nowadays you lot blend in with everyone else and that's just annoying!" he exclaimed.

Graham covered his face in the free spot of Lucy's chair. "You wouldn't do such a thing Weasley! What are you going to do in your free time while you and me sit in this common room in the future? You'll have nothing gorgeous to look at! This will only ruin yourself," he pleaded. "Aw c'mon Luce, what if I told you to take advantage of me with a tone of command? Would that work for you? I can do that!" he stood up and straightened as much as he could. With either hand on the chair's arms, Graham gave a drunken stern look at the ginger, "Take advantage of me, Lucy Weasley. Take advantage of me now." He had moved in close to the girl so that there was a good chance she could smell the liquor on him. He stayed like that for a moment before losing his balance and flopping back to his original sitting position.

"I won't lose it!" Graham retaliated, "I'll put it right on my nightstand! Then when I wake up, it'll be right there. Nice big words reading 'ASK LUCY WEASLEY OUT WHILE SOBER'. That shouldn't be too hard for me." Lucy took a seat next to Graham, and began writing on his arm, "See, knew ya'd be up for a date." Graham let her talk about him getting rejected when he asked her out. "No, because y'see if you were to reject me you wouldn't be doing this right now. I'll still buy you some chocolate fudge thought," he said, poking the tip of her nose with his index finger.

words: 386
tag: lucy weasley
notes: wheeee
outfit: this, but probably buttoned up, a bit

[LUCY ANNABELLE WEASLEY]

BLACK BLACK HEART

WHY WOULD YOU OFFER MORE

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] “No clue as to why I’m not a model. Like you said, I’ve got the height. And the looks.” Lucy shrugged. “Maybe I’ll do some modeling after Hogwarts if I need the money.” Being a model did occur to her, but Lucy didn’t feel like following in her mother’s footsteps. Or even her father’s one. The Ministry did hire a whole lot of people and provide the most opportunities. She wanted to make a name for herself, one that didn’t involve her parents or the Weasleys. That didn’t seem possible to her at this moment in time. She was still trying to figure it all out. “Are you ever the man with the answers?” Lucy asked, grinning slightly. “Legs.” The redhead repeated. “Okay. I will take note of that.” Lucy said, looking down at her own legs. “I’m sorry we annoy you. It must be a Weasley thing, annoying Slytherins.” Lucy replied, pushing his hand away for the second time. “There are gingers that aren’t Weasleys, you know,” Lucy tried not to laugh when Graham hid his face in the chair. “Well,” She said, a smile on her face. “There are other gorgeous boys around. Warrington is kind of hot. Gavin Nott? Sexy. Oh, and Zac. Now that boy… wouldn’t you like to know what he and I get up to when you’re not around?” Luce winked at him. “I highly doubt it would work.” Lucy muttered, before Graham stood up and gave her what she supposed he thought was a menacing glare. Her lips parted when he closed in on her. She was preparing to shove him away when he returned to his position on the floor. “Oh, Graham. Whatever will I do with you?” She muttered to herself as he went on about putting the note on his nightstand. Maybe she was just accommodating him because he was drunk. Maybe. She pouted at him when he poked her nose. “I’m doing this because you’re drunk. And when you’re sober, you might think I’m an old hag with warts. So if you decide not to ask me out on a date, this is your one time out. Because you’re drunk. Besides, I can always reject you another time. It’s not that difficult.” words; 373tag; GRAHAM notes; ---- template made by missickle

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"You should start now though, that way when you move out of your parents you have more than enough money," Graham suggested. He was fading, rather quickly, with his eyes barely open and his muscles relaxing more and more. "Oh, Weasley, I always have answers. Just have to get me the right drinks to hear the really really good ones," Graham confirmed. "Blah, blah, blah, Weasley. Just promise me you'll give birth to a herd of gingers to bring back the family hair color," he waved his hand in dismiss to what ever she had to say, "that's the most important thing to do for your family. A whole farm of gingers." Yes, a farm of Weasleys and if someone wanted to adopt a ginger they could just stop by when ever they got the chance. Like dogs. "And hey, I'll supply the farm for you," he winked.

Graham shook his head, "Warrington and Nott? Please. Warrington's all 'oh my girlfriend cheated on me and blah blah blah'. Not worth your time. As for Nott, that baby face boy seems to be voted most likely to ruin any and all relationships in the world. Why bother with that? At least with Montague you have a decent supply coming, plus income. But no, I would rather not like to know what you two get up to, I'm not some pervy thirty year old who needs to get himself off." Seriously though, who wanted to know about the sex life of Zac Montague. Didn't he spend most of the time hanging around his brother's girlfriend any ways? Talk about desperate.

"Sleeping with me is one good answer," he mumbled. "Oh Luce, don't talk so poorly of yourself. I'd have to be getting off a crazy drug trip to think you have warts and resembled a hag," he was teasing of course. In reality, the sober Graham had taken note of Lucy's good looks. But those boys in her family were way to protective to his liking. Not to mention he had spent most of his Weasley time immersed in Rose. "Don't worry head off, I'll remember and treat you to a whole bloody day in Hogsmeade," he stumbled up, patted Lucy's head and gave her a lazy salute. "Well, Weasley, I'm off to pass out for some long hours and I hope to be able to find you when I awake," he took the note she had written to remind him and staggered through the rest of the common room and into the boy's dormitory for sleep.

words: 425
tag: lucy weasley
notes: FINITE!
outfit: this, but probably buttoned up, a bit