Private Methage to Lt Vaisey

[alt_blaise]

Cheers, mate. Yeah, I'd have another of those apple brandy thingers, if you're buying next round.

Maybe we can find Rowle and get him to tell us his speech again: drink on NEW, DAY, INTEGRITY, ALLEGIANCE and FUTURE. Drain the cup for PROSPERITY or FIDELITY.

Heh.

Say, which stall had those chocolate truffles? I haven't had good chocs forever. Where do you suppose they were able to get them? Smells like blackmarket to me! I say we go shake them down for whatever stock they've got--

ohlook fireworks! on the waves!


You coming back with those drinks, then?

Comments

[alt_seamus]

Everyone can see this 'methage,' you bloody drunken idiot.

[alt_blaise]

Oh, say! Finnigan!

You're missing the party of the year, man. Shame you're not here.


Where'd you go off to, anyway?

[alt_seamus]

Around the time Lana Sandoval suggested to Bellatrix Lestrange that killing me to break through the wards and make a run for it might be a good strategy, I decided that staying in New London might be bad for my health in the long term.

You go ahead and enjoy yourself, though.

[alt_jason]

Hello there.

Still alive.

Have confirmed that small children and I get along spectacularly, but don't you go getting any ideas.

And what ho, Zabini.

[alt_seamus]

Thanks for the status report. I find the charms of little kids entire resistable, myself. Maybe we can get a kneazle?

[alt_blaise]

Montague!

You buggered off out of NL, too, didn't you? What's news?

[alt_jason]

Rod Lestrange's work was extra-thorough, I see.

[alt_blaise]

Beg pardon?

[alt_jason]

Oh, you needn't beg.

[alt_blaise]

You're not my type, mate.

Need a bit more up top.

[alt_draco]

How about me?


Tell Vaisey Hi.

[alt_blaise]

You're not saying you've grown tits, are you?

You're full of surprises, mate!

[alt_draco]

Oh, bloody nightshade. You're a tit and a half.

[alt_blaise]

Vaisey says you have to drink eveytime someone says TITS.

There. Spotted you the first one.

[alt_blaise]

That's harsh, mate!

I mean to say, I've got no great love for LS-P, either. Spent the last fortnight working for her. Well for Braithewaite, but that meant being her dogsbody, too. Piece of work, tht one! But, heh. Should see how gigantic she's got! Hilarious. And she really hates it, which- couldn't happen to a more deserving witch, eh?

Oh, say. My mate Vaisey, here, says he hears she's off popping the sprog today! So coast's clear if you want to come for some of NL's finest apple brandies and some quite fine entertainments.

[alt_hermione]

Actually, the baby to which you refer is now in the custody of Auror Hydra Finch-Fletchley. And Lana Sandoval-Pennifold and Rodolphus Lestrange have both been apprehended for crimes against state of Albion.

And you'll be arrested too, Zabini, if you'll just stay put long enough for them to get to you.

[alt_blaise]

I say. Who are you?

[alt_seamus]

That's Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy's girlfriend.

[alt_blaise]

Granger?

Eh.


Say, have you heard Clan Darragh's new songs? They're brilliant!

[alt_sally_anne]

That's 'Potions Mistress' Granger to you.

[alt_blaise]

Is that meant to be kinky?


I did always fancy you a bit, Perks. Truth told. Shame you aren't my sort.

[alt_sally_anne]

No, I'm really not your sort.

I'm a patriot of Albion and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

You're a lackey of the old regime, someone who will spend the rest of his life trying to convince his friends and family that he was one of us, not one of them.

[alt_blaise]

See? It's the way you talk, really. Feisty.

Confess I've a bit of a weakness for that.


That and tits.

[alt_sally_anne]

I really hope they let you keep your journal after they arrest you. So that you can read this whole thread after you sober up.

[alt_blaise]

Oh. Say.

Afraid I've got to leave this scintilliat scintilat conversation.

There's a gentlewitch here, insisting I'm needed ungent urgently. Elsewhere.

And she's got

Oh, now-

[alt_sally_anne]

Bye, Blaise!

I'd offer to come visit you in prison but actually I never liked your company as much as I pretended to when I was a half-blood in Slytherin who needed allies.

[alt_hermione]

I used to sleep outside your dormitory, you buffoon.

[alt_blaise]

No call to be rude, is there?

[alt_hermione]

No, generally there isn't.

So perhaps when you're sober, you'd care to consider how rude you are to anyone you believe to be beneath you.

[alt_blaise]

NEW, DAY, INTEGRITY, ALLEGIANCE, FUTURE, PROSPERITY, FIDELITY and TITS.