Nineth shot

[little_shit]

[A throat clears lightly before James Bond coolly dictates]

To whomever it may concern:

While creative (if incredibly petty), your little prank does nothing to change the fact that Slytherin won and Ravenclaw lost. Were you truly expecting any other outcome to this match? We're simply better. If you truly want to "retaliate" start training for next year and stop bothering us. Maybe you'll actually have a fighting chance, then.

[Having said his piece he promptly snaps the journal closed and goes to breakfast.

As such there is a teenage James Bond walking into the dining hall. He's disguising his slight limp very well but there's no hiding the sling holding his arm against his chest. He's got a few bruises marring his face and who knows how many other injuries his robes are hiding but what his robes CAN'T hide is the fact that his luscious blonde locks are, for the moment, a hideously bright pink. He walks in and strolls to the Slytherin table like it ain't no thang, though. He doesn't even glance towards the Ravenclaw table, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing him even remotely bothered by this childish prank.

He takes a seat and gives anyone already there a nod]

Morning.
((OOC: You can all blame Dairine for this one.))

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[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss looked up from her extremely hearty breakfast, her grey eyes not even flickering to his pink hair. They were teammates - and this was the time to show solidarity. Not amusement. Anything but that. So with a completely straight face she nodded, then pushed the pitcher of milk towards him.]

[Besides, her hair was still bright pink as well. She decided being coolly superior about it was the best way to go.]

Going into Hogsmeade again today. You coming?

[heloise]

[ Never mind the pink hair, Lucrezia stands from her spot at the Slytherin table so she can step behind Bond and lean in to place a kiss on his cheek, perhaps even over a bruise. It's the least she can do, isn't it? ]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan is over at the Ravenclaw table. He looks up at the person he tenatively connects to the Bond he knew and definitely connects to one of the Slytherin team members from yesterday. All these age changes and altered memories made identifying people complicated.

And he starts snickering quietly at the pink hair.]

[little_shit]

[That's right, Katniss. They're too cool for this nonsense.

He nods]

Thank you.

[Taking the milk he pours himself a glass]

I think I will, yes. A good walk about sounds like a good idea.

[little_shit]

[Awww so sweet, Lucrezia. He turns his head to smile at her]

To the victor go the spoils. [A chuckle] Good morning, Lucrezia.

[little_shit]

[Laugh it up, shorty. He makes no acknowledgement that he's heard that snickering.

He DOES make a mental note to throw the little shit off his broom the next match]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Damned right they are. Nothing was going to phase these two.]

Welcome.

[She dug back into her porridge.] Well, when you're finished up, we'll go. Maybe grab the team, do a celebratory thing.

[She didn't even look when some first year Hufflepuffs walked by and snickered. Just sipped from her large mug of pumpkin juice.]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg looks up from her coffee and gives James a sympathetic smile and slides over, patting the seat next to her. The amount of swagger it takes to look that cocky with a hot pink head of hair is doing things for her... but that's nothing new.]

[savethedarkness]

[and as James sits down there is a small ceramic bulldog trotting in to sit at his heels.

hi.

remember me?

I love you.

feed me.]

[toobravehearted]

[When he walks in for breakfast, the first thing to catch his eye is the shock of pink from several heads over at the Slytherin table. One head in particular catches his attention as well.

In pain from his injuries and moving delicately, he purposely goes by the Slytherin table on his way to his own.]

Congratulations on your win. I hear the Slytherin team is taking a new name.

[little_shit]

[He smiles and gives her a nod as he sits next to her, grabbing a danish from one of the nearby plates]

Morning, Meg. [He lifts a knowing eyebrow] I trust you slept well.

[little_shit]

[He hears the clicking of ceramic feet on the stone floor and looks down]

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

[little_shit]

[He lifts an unamused eyebrow at him, contenting himself with the knowledge that he had caused the boy's injuries as a retaliation for his own.]

Have you, now?

[little_shit]

[Not a thing. He uses a fork to get some sausage before snagging a few slices of toast for himself.]

I think that's a brilliant idea.

[You can't keep a Slytherin down, after all]

[toobravehearted]

[He can't help but look down his nose at the boy; he doesn't play fair, and if there's one thing he despises it's a bully. The younger students, for that's what they currently are, are smaller than himself and the other boy who should know better.

He lets slip a smile.] I have indeed. The Swan Vestas, I believe.

[originalcopy]

Pfft... Ahahaha that is... homygosh I can't...

[Church explodes in a fit of uproarious laughter.]

[heloise]

[ She grins, taking a seat right beside him. ]

William Marcy. Does it hurt?

[putuporshutup]

[She smiles back and ruffles his pink hair before giving him a quick peck right on this lips, not to have her affections outdone.]

Mmm of course I did after such an... exerting day. Were you able to sleep, or were you in too much pain?

[the_effect_she_has]

[She nodded her head, before digging into her eggs. Yes, all this food was for her. She burned a lot of calories in a day. She paused, fork in hand, thoughtful.]

Maybe we can buy a shelf for the Champion Cup.

[And let us just pitch that loud enough to be heard.]

[hatesgoodbyes]

[In true rotten bitch fashion Alli just happens to stroll on behind the seated Slytherin and drops a lovely shimmering tiara on his head.]

Yes, perfect. Guess we'll be seeing the Princess of the Pitch on the next match, I can't wait.

[The hufflepuff beater grinned and adjusted his pretty tiara on those lovely pink locks.]

[little_shit]

[He's not even going to dignify that with a response GHOST]

[little_shit]

[Oh you didn't just. His eyes narrow as he pulls the wretched thing from the top of his head and holds it out to her]

Perhaps you should save it for yourself as a consolation prize.

[little_shit]

[A good athlete needs lots of food, man. He'd think less of her if she were one of those prissy little girls who ate nothing.

He smirks]

One of the ones that flies so we can show it off.

[little_shit]

[He shrugs his good shoulder]

Somewhat but nothing I can't play through.

[little_shit]

[Meg you're going to make the other guys jealous... not that he's complaining]

I slept just fine, actually. [a partial lie but whatevs.] any pain was dwarfed by the knowledge of our victory.

[little_shit]

[He tilts his head at the boy, regarding him silently for a moment]

All I'm hearing is a request for me to once again toss you off that broomstick you've no business riding.

[the_effect_she_has]

[Damned right they do. And Katniss is many things, but she's never been prissy.]

Exactly. Float it right over the table.

[savethedarkness]

[it flops its little tchotchke behind down and headbutts Bond lightly. feed me plz. or at least play fetch?]

[originalcopy]

I love Slytherin's new colors... it's a good look on you, you should keep it.

[heloise]

One does hope. There will be one more match but there is little reason to worry, is there?