FredWeasleyy: Hey. You around the computer thing, Bletchley?
keeperbletchley: What does it look Like, weasley?
FredWeasleyy: I think I may have left a bag with some books at your place last 
night, do you see it anywhere? ((yes?))
keeperbletchley: ..... Hold on, Let me Look. ::goes to look::
keeperbletchley: Er, yes.. I put them by my fireplace.
FredWeasleyy: Mind if I pop over and get them?
keeperbletchley: ...
keeperbletchley: Go ahead.
FredWeasleyy: ((she home right?))
keeperbletchley: (( Yup ^^ ))
keeperbletchley: ::waits for him::
FredWeasleyy: Right, seeyou in a bit. *logs off*
keeperbletchley: ::waits for him, nervous::
FredWeasleyy: *arrives* Heya.
keeperbletchley: ::queitly:: Hi.
FredWeasleyy: *sees his bag on the floor, but doesn't pick it up* *coughs* How 
are you?
keeperbletchley: ::still quietly:: ... Fine... You?
FredWeasleyy: Could be better, to be honest.
FredWeasleyy: *looks sour*
keeperbletchley: ... ::just looks at him, legs cross, look questioning::
FredWeasleyy: I suppose you've heard about the Bole-business.
keeperbletchley: ....::sneers::
keeperbletchley: ::turns away::
FredWeasleyy: *cranky* What?
keeperbletchley: .... Don't talk to me about him. Don't fucking talk about him. 
Not you, not anyone who hurt him.
FredWeasleyy: Hurt... *splutters* It's not like we didn't have a reason!
keeperbletchley: ... And it's not like he didn't ahv ea reason either. Look 
Weasley, let's just don't talk about it. No. Talking.about.Him.
FredWeasleyy: *frowns* Why? *crosses arms on chest*
keeperbletchley: Because I will fucking hurt you if we do. Wouldn't want 
crutches, would you?
keeperbletchley: ::sneers menacingly at him::
FredWeasleyy: *angrily:* I'm not afraid of you.
keeperbletchley: ::walks over to him, scowling:: I will make you afraid of me, bitch.
FredWeasleyy: Don't give me that. You're not half as scary as you'd like people 
to think. *takes a step back, though*
keeperbletchley: ::sneers, and catches his chin in her fingers, gripping 
tightly:: Don't doubt me, Weasel.
FredWeasleyy: *beats her hand away* Don't touch me. I'm not really in the mood 
to go around hitting girls.
keeperbletchley: ::rolls her eyes:: You woulnd't have the balls, Weasel.
FredWeasleyy: *scowls* Just give me a reason.
keeperbletchley: I'll give you nothing, Weasley. Now fuck.off. ::sits huffily on 
her couch::
FredWeasleyy: You talk big, but that's about it. And no, I'll stay for a bit. 
Wanted to talk to you about something else. *sits down on the armrest of the 
couch*
keeperbletchley: ::doesn't look at him:: Watch it Weasley, next time i will slap 
you across the face, slave or no slave. 
FredWeasleyy: That's acctually what I wanted to talk to you about. The bloody 
bet.
keeperbletchley: ::quietly:: Go on then.
FredWeasleyy: I'd like to call it off.
keeperbletchley: ::shrugs:: That's bloody fine with me, weasley.
FredWeasleyy: Fine. *awkward silence* Not a hell of a lot of good it did me, 
after all.
keeperbletchley: ::hurt::
keeperbletchley: ::doesn't show it::
keeperbletchley: ::silence::
FredWeasleyy: *after a while* Right?
keeperbletchley: .... ::looks at him::... what..
FredWeasleyy: Name a good thing that has come out if it.
keeperbletchley: .... ::wants to say that they both enjoyed it, but instead::... 
nothing. 
FredWeasleyy: Yeah. Gryffindors and Slytherins shouldn't associate. Law of 
nature, I suppose. Only brings pain all around.
keeperbletchley: Hm. Yes. ::shrugs, and looks away:
FredWeasleyy: *more silence* *sighs, in a softer voice* So...how was your day?
keeperbletchley: .... Lonely.. well... sort of. Went to the caffee... saw 
Crabbe... 
FredWeasleyy: *makes a face* Crabbe?
keeperbletchley: ::looks at him sharply::. He's a nice young fellow, don't give 
me that look Weasley.
FredWeasleyy: *splutters* He's...not a nice young man! He's a...a...
FredWeasleyy: ...bloody pain, is what he is.
keeperbletchley: ::growls low in her throat:: Bitch, fuck off. I didn't ask your 
opinion.
FredWeasleyy: *crosses arms, is silent for a moment, studying you* You know, I 
just can't figure you out.
keeperbletchley: Oh? ::sneers:;
FredWeasleyy: Yeah. You go around trying to make everyone think you're this 
really mean and vicious person, but you do have a soft side. I've seen it.
keeperbletchley: ::flushes red:: I can be a vicious person, weasley. I am a 
vicious person. ::sneers:: I am loyal to my house, and nice to everyone in 
there.
FredWeasleyy: The way I see it, you're just scared to let anyone close to you.
keeperbletchley: ::shakes her head:: Just don't get into my life, weasley.
FredWeasleyy: *shrugs, and says a little bit too sharply:* Don't worry, it's the 
last thing I want to do with my spare time.
keeperbletchley: That hurt, Weasley. ::says it scarcasticaly, but means it::
FredWeasleyy: Good. If you mean that, good. Then you know what it feels like. 
Being treated like shit. Called names. Being snapped at.
keeperbletchley: ::sighs:: ... Is this what you came here for, Weasley? To tel 
me of my past? To fucking gloat? what..::softly:: .. what is it.. what do you 
*want* from me?
FredWeasleyy: What I want? Perhaps to let you know that it's not bloody allright 
to do this to people. Open up one moment, and showing the real person inside, 
and the next, being a complete arsehole, saying things that you know really 
hurts. *hands shaking*
FredWeasleyy: ((geez!))
keeperbletchley: ::sighs:: I cannot help who i am, weasley. 
FredWeasleyy: *thin lipped* Right. I'll just bugger off and never bother you 
again, yeah?
keeperbletchley: ::quietly, looking away, voice a whisper:: Yeah.
FredWeasleyy: Fine. *gets up and walks over to the fireplace, picking up his 
bag* Have a good life.
keeperbletchley: ::doesn't say anything, closing her eyes::
FredWeasleyy: *stands in silence for a moment, then shrugs and leaves*