Dinner

[Vivian Astley]

*looks at him increduiously*

You think I haven't tried that all ready? I have on multiple occasions. I need a second option.

[Jeffrey]

*thinks some more*

Let me torture her! It'll be fun.

Noooooooooo... Nonononononononono. Try... threatening? Then you'd have to follow through though... Hey wait... there was this one real mean teacher I had once for DADA... she was a nutjob, but she had this quill... if you got in trouble, you had to write lines without ink, but the message got carves into your hand... It worked wonders... *lifts the sleeve of his robe to reveal white scars in chicken scratch writing: 'I will not mouth off to teachers that are better, smarter, prettier, better, and all around greater people than myself who is a clumsy, arogant, superficial, stupid asshole.'*

[Vivian Astley]

*stifles a giggle*

Aww you poor baby what did you do to provoke the old toad?

[Jeffrey]

*smirks* Far too much. I don't suppose you ever got caught... I eventually just stopped trying and began to get caught on purpose, just to piss her off. I'd go metamorphmagus on her... turn into random people for the hell of it...

Boy makes me proud, I swear it.

[Vivian Astley]

*pinches his cheek*

Now here's the man I fell for. The troublemaker. And yes I did once or twice. I used to speak my mind to freely and it got me into trouble more then once.

[Jeffrey]

*snickers into his drink* Yeah. Remember that book we had to read? I did, to spite her, the second night in... I never had initiative before, but the look on her face... you'd think the whole school was rebelling against her. Course... I very nearly lost my position as beater that year... *sighs* Bitch.

[Vivian Astley]

I remember hearing something about that. But I'm glad they got rid of her.

[Jeffrey]

I know very few people who weren't. Course, with masochists like Sands, who needs toads like Umbridge?

You cut me deeply, Zack. Very deep.

You'll live.

Making fun of government agents is a serious offence. Especially, when this one has paid handsomely for your annoyances, and wouldn't think twice about taking control of your mind, and doing something dirty with your body which you'll sorely regret in the morning.

Point taken.

[Vivian Astley]

Ok you two no bickering at the dinner table. Don't want to freak the children out too much, do you?

[Jeffrey]

*sneering* Yes Zachary, do think of the crazy little fuckmooks. They'll kill you one of these days...

*grumbles* If you don't first.

[Vivian Astley]

*throws napkin back onto table and turns and glares at him*

Stop being so bloody pessimistic. It's not helping. If you want me I'll be in my room.

*storms out of the great hall*

[Jeffrey]

*growls* Fuck. Thanks a fucking lot, fuckmook. *sighs and buries his head in his arms, realizing there wouldn't be too many more chances like that left*

*lazily* You're better off without her, you know.

[Jeffrey]

(la dee da dee da... double posting... whee!!!!)

Fuck you, Sands. What would you know about compassion?

I could ask you the same question. You never did get a whole lot of love growing up, did you? They were afraid of you, you know. Afraid of your power, your mental state... It's amazing you got any love at all, if not for those voices... Shadows really...

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, I can't fucking hear you.

I'm hurt, Zack. Of course you can hear me, I live in your head.

Fuck you, Sheldon. *gets up and sweeps out of the hall blindly, not at all sure where he's going and somehow manages, to find his way to Viv's office (how... convenient?)*

[Vivian Astley]

(sure...why not....dinner that takes place after tl wheeee)

*walks in talking in low tones to Zack occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure Roux was still following*

[Jeffrey]

(yay!)

*talking quietly with Viv*

*stiffles a sudden feeling of nervousness, not being accustomed to such splendor under one roof* This is... impressive...