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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

ONLY FEW CAN SING LIKE LIONS
Cause we sing until were gone and we've got each others backs!

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It seemed like the dingy little pub she had been frequenting since her early years in school was fast becoming a local haunt for most of the Slytherins at Hogwarts, and though she had to admit it was slightly annoying when the place was full of shouting third years trying to get drunk, the company at times did excel the usual grunts of conversation you got from passing goblins and other unsavory characters. Raising the glass to her lips she took a deep drink, what filled the glass tumbler she wasn't sure, but it was alcoholic and it was free so she didn't complain, and hey if you got a clean glass in this place you were lucky so when you got freebies it was nice to keep the staff sweet. Pulling a hand through her thick dark hair she pushed it from where it dangled in front of her dark eyes, incessantly annoying and distracting.

When it came to the two Riddle sisters, Hogsmeade had become more of an escape than they would have ever expected when they first came to the school. Though contrary to popular belief her favourite place was not the corner outside the taverns but inside, it was so much easier for picking up men. Not that there was much of a choice here, it was either filthy mudblood, blood traitor or arrogant purebloods that made Meissa twitch in annoyance. Hypocritical on her part of course because she was a strong contender for big head of the year, but that was just her way, one rule for her, one for another. Taking another mouthful from the glass she gave it a curious glance, the blue liquid burnt her throat slightly as it hit the sensitive surface at the back but it went down easily enough, and after three glasses she could already feel a slight buzz at the edge of her senses. There was no hint at her losing any control of her body and there were no inhibitions for her to lose when it came to Meissa, so she had a while to go yet.

The smirk on her lips continued however as she watched the last person leave the little pub, the bar tender had retired around the back to read or partake in something equally mundane, leaving her alone. If she were one of those bad types of girl she'd be over the bar already, grabbing everything in sight, but come on, how distasteful, and she really didn't need to steal. The only thing it really meant of her was that she was allowed to relax, and with no fear of being chastised she pulled a packet of cigarettes from her pocket. She'd heard it all before when it came to people commenting on her smoking unladylike, disgusting, not proper the list was endless and she had, of course, not listened. As she lit the end and took a deep drag she watched the smoke swirl from the tiny fire at the end towards the ceiling. Maybe a few more drinks wouldn't go a miss?

THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR NO ONE! AND IS COMPLETE AT FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN WORDS.
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music: Don't Cry Out - Shiny Toy Guns
outfit: clicky
notes: yay free booze.

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[lou]

louis became a journalist to report on important matters and chaos. like ongoing elections, new ministry decrees, death eater attacks, and the occasion azkaban prisoner interview. he did not become a journalist to report on shady pubs that sold firewhiskey to the wee third years of hogwarts. but when your editor and chief is in absolute denial about what terror is approaching and you've slept with his daughter and refused to contact her any further, your bound to be stuck with the lowest and most lousy story of the week. would this punishment teach louis a lesson? of course not.

it was a weekend and the streets and shops of hogsmeade were bound to be filled to maximum capacity with hogwarts students. after taking his precious and prolonged time, he arrived at the shady pub off of the usual path and entered to see that most of the students were heading out now. louis merely shrugged and decided he'd write an interesting bit of bullshit to turn in the following day. for now, he would have himself a drink and investigate a little further. now, he would not be investigating the underage drinking. no, he would investigate the woman at the bar.

she had a rather attractive silhouette, he noticed as he approached. as he took a seat at the bar he noticed that she had a rather attractive everything. she was meissa riddle and she had always had a rather attractive everything. she was twenty one, like louis himself. she was also and alumnus to hogwarts. if that hadn't been enough for the two to have known each other, they were a pair of rivals, supposedly, and the two had even shared a previous lover who they had, in the end, lost to louis' cousin.

he watched her for a moment, a smile stretching louis' plush lips as he studied her. time is doing wonders on you, meissa, he complimented.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

ONLY FEW CAN SING LIKE LIONS
Cause we sing until were gone and we've got each others backs!

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The familiar surroundings that had once been an escape for her during her school years, somewhere she could blissfully retreat too away from the mindless chatter of her fellow housemates and the presence of the many spawns of her fathers enemies, sometimes there had even been intelligent conversation on offer, though the occurrences were rare and far between. Today however as she glanced around the small dark surroundings, nails tapping an even tune on the shining rim of her surprisingly clean glass, the atmosphere did not appear promising. Tucked in the corner, far from sight sat a pair or wizards, sheathed in dark robes as they leant towards each other whispering furiously. If boredom overcame her she might intrude, not publicly of course, but there was always a little fun to have the power of pushing through to anothers mind.

As the steady leak of students leaving the establishment slowed and she found herself blissfully unbothered at the dark oak structure she rested upon, she raised the glass to her lips, a faint smile on her lips as she examined her reflection in its half visible state that was reflected back at her from the cracked mirror above the stacked spirits. Arrogance for this girl was not only linked to her name, her power and her blood, she was a sight to see and no one could deny it.

The presence of another was enough for her to glance up from her reflection, more out of curiosity than of annoyance at being caught in a moment of vanity. Half expecting to see another half pint Hogwarts rugrat her features had a sour pinch to them, but as they settled on a man that was far too tall to hide within the corridors of the school and with a shock of white hair, they softened into a curiously amusing smirk.

I know she took the compliment, as was usual, with little reaction before taking a large sip of her drink. Setting it down she turned to him again, eyes twinkling with a hidden arrogance that had no roots. I suppose it would be unfair of me not to return the compliment, especially when it so fittingly applies to both of us. There were few Weasleys that she could even bear to bring her eyes upon, but Louis, for some reason had always tickled Meissa and caught her attention, she always was a sucker for a pretty face.

THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR LOUIS! AND IS COMPLETE.
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music: Don't Cry Out - Shiny Toy Guns
outfit: clicky
notes: yay free booze.

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[lou]

louis liked to think that he and meissa had a few things in common. both were annoyed rather easily and both were stuck in the shadow of their father. well, the second part has it's flaws. while meissa seems quite content and comfortable in the large, cold shadow of her father, louis really lives under the very large and warm shadow of the weasley family name. both he and meissa had been surrounded by the children of their family enemies. louis befriended most of these enemies though, feeling a closer connection to any of them than he did to his own family.

louis realized that while he was internally trying to create one of those diagrams connecting meissa to himself he had been staring at her with a rather blank expression. he let his lips form a smile before pulling his eyes away from her. he lifted himself to stretch over the counter and grasp a bottle of butter beer. he used the counter top to remove the cap and took a long drink. butter beer was more a soda than a beer unless you drank a few and drank them fast. he chuckled at her words. see, i always knew you had some soft spot for me. he joked, before continuing to emptying his bottle.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

ONLY FEW CAN SING LIKE LIONS
Cause we sing until were gone and we've got each others backs!

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If anyone else had walked into the pub that she had silently deemed her own in that moment, they would have not been allowed such a amiable greeting as the one she was currently giving Louis, though many would be surprised. As a Weasley he was logically her sworn enemy, much like the rest of their ginger haired clan, but for some reason, the blonde man had remained in her good books since they first met, maybe she was just shallow and couldn't resist his pretty face, or maybe it was the fact that he seemed to share a admittedly, muted, but similar view to her when it came to his family.

Watching him grab the butter beer gave her an excuse to examine in as she was one to do from time to time, he looked no different to her and he was as brash as ever as he uncapped the bottle he had just 'stolen,' not that anyone would really care. Wondering whether she should fake offense that he had not offered her one she gave a small smile and raised her own glass to her lips, taking a mouthful of the strangely sweet biting liquid that swirled around the half clean glass. His laugh rolled over her as she drank, catching her attention and diverting her thoughts from her earlier plan. She mirrored his own with a laugh that was both light and musical, a surprising asset for a girl such as herself. It's those Ravenclaw brains of yours showing through with a teasing flash in her eye she set the glass back down onto the grubby bar.

So what brings a little Weasley to the big bad Hogs Head the tone in her voice was teasing as she mimicked the way an adult would speak to a child playfully. The Hogs Head was usually, as a rule, the haven for Slytherins and those that preferred a slightly less savory kind of company than those that lingered in the Three Broomsticks.

THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR NO ONE! AND IS COMPLETE AT FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN WORDS.
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music: Don't Cry Out - Shiny Toy Guns
outfit: clicky

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