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by Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
at October 4th, 2006 (08:08 pm)
current location: on da streets yo
current mood: predatory

There is a teeny tiny kitten wandering the streets of London. One street in particular, in fact. A certain wizard has been known to walk down this street, heading towards a certain wizarding home. Hmm. Perhaps this certain wizard will see this poor, lost, hungry little kitty and take her home?

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Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
glare

Cue instant smirk. "Not yet. Of course." He follows, shooting a narrow-eyed glare at a nearby Gryffindor, just on principle. Not at all so he can laugh inwardly when the poor third year turns white as a sheet, no. Ahh, the joys of having a Reputation.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 05:49 am (UTC)

"Stop scaring the children," John tosses back at him, not needing to look over his shoulder. "And stop being lewd."

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 05:50 am (UTC)

Quill sticks his tongue out at John's back. "Spoilsport."

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)

"You're outnumbered, Quill. Will you come up here already?"

He really does keep phrasing things like that on purpose.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)

"Quality above quantity, my dear fellow. I'm not particularly worried." He really does talk like a Slytherin, doesn't he? Pompous ass. He does pick up the pace a bit, though! Huffing as he goes. Merlin's balls, the stairs.

Posted by: Johnathan Sheppard (seekernotsnack)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)

"You should be."

John is waiting at the top of the stairs for him. "You know, you really should be in better shape. For all the exercise you get."

By exercise he obviously means sex.

Posted by: Quillian Roth (aspirantanimagi)
Posted at: October 5th, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)

Quill makes a disgusted face. "Pish tosh. I'm in perfectly good shape. You just live in a bloody bird's nest, is all." One more huff, and he stands up straight to his full five foot six and looks...up at John. "If you'd live on the ground like normal, sane people, there wouldn't be any problems."

Kitty wiggles around, trying to get a better look. Where are we now? :O

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