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Scene: HP Room. Asorted people hanging around the fireplace.
Melle: *storms in* "You fucking bitches!"
Muses: "?"
Melle: "Could either of you gentlemen explain this, please?" *points at head, around which a flock of plot bunnies in Quidditch uniforms are zipping along on broomsticks, giggling*
Muses: "Bwahahahaha"
Melle: "It's not funny!" *glare of death*
Marcus: "Wow, impressive glare. Are you related to Snape?"
Melle: "Don't. Even." *grabs bunny*
Bunny: "At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honour on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Conolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a bemused sort of way) ..."
Melle: "I am not writing random-character-slash!"
Oliver: "Well, no, but it's a nice image."
Marcus: "Hm, yes. I mean, there's no telling we won't ever play on the same team, for whatever reason."
Oliver: "And win."
Marcus: "We'd be good together."
Melle: "Bitcheeeees!" *stomps out*
Muses: "?"
Melle: "Could either of you gentlemen explain this, please?" *points at head, around which a flock of plot bunnies in Quidditch uniforms are zipping along on broomsticks, giggling*
Muses: "Bwahahahaha"
Melle: "It's not funny!" *glare of death*
Marcus: "Wow, impressive glare. Are you related to Snape?"
Melle: "Don't. Even." *grabs bunny*
Bunny: "At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honour on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Conolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a bemused sort of way) ..."
Melle: "I am not writing random-character-slash!"
Oliver: "Well, no, but it's a nice image."
Marcus: "Hm, yes. I mean, there's no telling we won't ever play on the same team, for whatever reason."
Oliver: "And win."
Marcus: "We'd be good together."
Melle: "Bitcheeeees!" *stomps out*
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I considered writing a bit about that scene too, it has quite a bit of 'Afterwards-in the locker-room' potential.
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However. Marcus and Oliver playing for the same team? Am so there. Even though the premise is not dissimilar to that of my H/D Epicish Wannabe-Novel Of Doom.
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*Amy wonders it it's possible to have sex on a broom*
And, yes, Flint/Wood on the same team. *nods* Lingering rivalry and hot sex.
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And argh! Stoppit!
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*continues feeding Melle's muses ides*
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(Sorry. Inner Latin geek couldn't resist typo.)
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Herendethelesson.
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*offers towel*
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Please. I beg of you. I'm about to go on a caffeine-withrawal-induced rampage here.
Help.
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Argh. I'm five!
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OKay, I should stop teasing you about slip-ups.
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Which, you know, is really more smarm than slash, but whatever.
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< humongous dork
Wheeee! *thwirl*
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