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I Didn’t Know You Were Into That Kind Of Thing | Lee
Lee trying to order American food made Mandy laugh harder than she probably had all night. He was stumbling over himself, asking for this and that and none of it really made sense. She tried to calm her giggles long enough to nod that she almost sort of understood what he’d said.
“Too cold for ice cream! And no one can sing with a cold throat.” She shook her head, and looked at the menu again. “But if that’s what you want..” She nodded. “Fries. Yum.” Deciding that that was exactly what she wanted, she marched up to the counter where a busy man was bustling about. She placed their order, took the small plaque with the number 14 on it, and sat back across from Lee.
“Karaoke contest…. We’ll win! I’m sure of it!” Mandy pumped her fist into the air and wiggled in her seat. The glasses slid down her nose and some stray sparkles fell onto he table, but she didn’t seem to notice, only bringing a finger up to slide the spectacles back up her nose.”With our skills, how can we lose? I mean, who else can seeing as good as we can?” Her eyes flickered from him to the stance, manly-looking woman behind him. She opened her mouth to say something, but the woman spoke instead, down to Lee.
“You can sing, handsome? How wonderful! Maybe if you win, i’ll give you a reward of my own.”
She introduced herself as Sherry and said she’d be sitting in the corner booth if he needed her. When she sauntered away, Mandy laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “Way to go Lee, pick up all the women, even the ugly ones.” She bumped the underside of the table with her knees and sighed. “Food… hurry up…”
Mandy returned with a plaque number 14..“Karaoke contest…. We’ll win! I’m sure of it!” Lee watched the sparkles swirl down onto the table from Mandy’s glasses like snow. He wondered if snow would sparkle in different colors here due to all the lights if it could ever get cold enough here.A few more sparkles fell as Mandy slid the glasses back up the bridge of her nose.She was confident in their chances of winning.”With our skills, how can we lose? I mean, who else can sing as good as we can?”
Lee grinned and glanced back up at the poster. One of the prizes was a sparkly bowtie. Mandy’s confidence turned into slight alarm as she spotted something.
“You can sing, handsome? How wonderful!” Lee slowly looked up frowning at the way the woman winked at him.” Maybe if you win, I’ll give you a reward of my own.”
Every syllable she spoke made Lee more uneasy.Lee gulped and edged away from her further into the booth and was thoroughly relieved when she walked away. He would not be seeking her out.
“Way to go Lee, pick up all the women, even the ugly ones.” Mandy bumped the underside of the table, making Lee start in his seat. “Food… hurry up…”
They listened to a woman in a suit sing “Dancing Queen” and “My Heart Will Go On” before a waiter set their orders in front of them. Lee lifted the bun on his burger picked out the onions and tomatos, squirted more ketchup, and put fries on top of the lettuce before replacing the bun and biting into the burger. “Mmmm. Delicious and unhealthy….” Lee, unlike Ron, usually preferred to savor his food, but karaoke awaited.He had his eye on that bowtie. And besides, his root beer float was melting. “Stupid Vegas. Ice cream ought to last longer in the winter…” He slurped some of the ice float through his straw.
Source: feathers-and-radio-wires
ooc:That would’ve been horrific. AND DON’T JOKE ABOUT THAT.
Also, should I send ideas to one of you or to the Eighth Year blog so both of you can see it?
Unexpected Motivation | Lee and George
George wrinkled his nose, imagining all too clearly the smell of whatever sickly sweet perfume the wench must have been wearing. It’d have to be something mighty strong to cover the stench of troll that looked as if it should be wafting off her like visible green fumes like the trash cans in old muggle cartoons. To be that close to her must have been torture for Lee, judging by his reaction.
The entire conversation must have been a nightmare, actually judging by his reaction. Throwing a fit like this wasn’t in Lee’s nature, unless something truly awful happened, like whatever had led him to go to the Room of Requirement and destroy mirrors and beaters’ bats…
Oh, right. That had been George’s fault.
“All due respect, River, but your voice is pretty recognizable. She could have been listening, too. You know how she got her “better” stories. She went insect and listened in. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t have done that to someone who was listening in on Potterwatch.”
George shrugged, not trying to argue with Lee but possibly calm him down a little with reason. If he couldn’t offer a mutual sense of anger, or much of anything else, he figured all he could really do was stay calm and talk him down. Mostly because he was still exhausted, and exerting any sort of effort to do anything but fall asleep again seemed tedious. He’d slouched a little against the headboard and tipped his head back, blinking slowly.
Lee had been there for him when he was upset; he should return the favor. And he would, but he would do so with the faint wish for sleep still crawling beneath his skin, buzzing along and pulling at him to rejoin it. It was beckoning him, actually, and quite convincingly so, but he blinked rather hard and willed it away for a few more minutes at a time.
“Who gives a rip if McGonagall does double duty? She’s doing a hell of a job keeping this train wreck in order, the woman deserves a god damned medal. Rita Skeeter won’t find anything because McGonagall’s done nothing but be a freaking saint. I wouldn’t worry.”
“All due respect, River, but your voice is pretty recognizable. She could have been listening, too. You know how she got her “better” stories. She went insect and listened in. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t have done that to someone who was listening in on Potterwatch.”
Recognizable?Not from Quidditch. Lee’s voice was recognizable for a shitty, sickening,infuriating reason.Voldemort had taken over, spread confusion, uncertainty, ruled in shadows and whispers.He’d taken over the Ministry,the WWN, everything. Muggle-borns were asked to register,were interrogated, and if they refused they were forced to flee—people like Lee’s mother.
“I found your hat,”said Lee holding it out to her. She moved forward, but instead of reaching for her hat, hugged him.Lee closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, wishing things were simple again and could be solved with a hug, but he wasn’t a child anymore.He tried to pull away.She didn’t let go.
“Come with us,”she whispered.”Please…”
“You’ll have Dad. I’ll be fine.”
“You can’t promise that.You don’t remember.You were too young.You’ll be safer away from the Order.Tell them to get someone else…”
“I need to do this.”
She pulled away, her eyes flashing,”You keep saying that, but you don’t!” Lee finally met her gaze. Her anger shrank away.She stepped closer, and adjusted his collar, and brushed imaginary lint off his shoulder before looking at his face again.“Stay with us.Stay with me.”
“Mum, I want to…I can’t.”
“Why?Why can’t you?”
“You shouldn’t need to hide.”
The people at the WWN had a reason for their silence.They were probably just as terrified as everyone else or just as deeply sunk into denial.It didn’t excuse what they had done,but Lee could understand it even if their actions still angered him. Rita Skeeter had lied during peace, continued in the midst of war, and now in it’s aftermath was scavenging and scraping for more to twist and warp.
“Who gives a rip if McGonagall does double duty? She’s doing a hell of a job keeping this train wreck in order, the woman deserves a god damned medal. Rita Skeeter won’t find anything because McGonagall’s done nothing but be a freaking saint. I wouldn’t worry.”
“I’m not worried about that.I don’t want her near me. I don’t want her near anyone here.And McGonagall can ban her from the grounds, but that won’t stop her.She’ll wait at Hogmeade, she’ll flatter, she’ll pounce on someone who doesn’t see her for what she is and—I know I’m overreacting. I know.There’s nothing I can do about her. She’s not even the only person I—I’m just focusing on her. I— “He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled. “Ugh.I can’t live like this. I can’t live the rest of my life like this. We were trying to stop the hate. And here I am and I can’t let go…”
Source: leejordantruthteller
Mail Call | Lee n’ Verity
“Oh,” she breathed, and pulled down her scarf more after he done so. It tried to drift back up, but she tilted her chin in order to shove it beneath, keeping it tucked. “Yeah, sorry. I was kind of ninja’d up there. It’s cold outside; don’t know if you’ve noticed.” She smiled warmly, as if to counteract the temperature. “But yes! It’s me! Hi.” She ended a little awkwardly, her smile picking up on the quality. It had been quite some time since she’d seen Lee. Well, not if she really thought on it. He had been there, once or thrice, at Fred and George’s shop. He’d popped in for a mo’ to visit and she had greeted him then - but whenever he had dropped by, she’d been busy. A pang riddled in her guts and her brow dipped into a frown. Once again, the feeling had coming. The feeling of missing something oh-so-dearly…
But Lee. Yes. Lee. Lee, still retaining that handsome quality not just in his face but in his eyes, and always very pleasant. No matter which way you looked at him. She had deemed him as kind and had never thought to retract the in-mind-compliment. He’d been nothing but nice to her. And it seemed to remain the same now. Verity tried to cancel out the awkwardness that lugged around in her chest, and when he brought attention to her letter - she burst into realization.
“Yeah,” She side-stepped with him, remaining in front of him. She reached out with it, giving it a wag of offer. “It’s actually for you, funnily enough. So. No point in sending it now, eh? I get to keep my sickle.” Her nose scrunched up in amusement and her eyes collected it, too. Her gaze dodged down to his package, and she tilted her head; curious. “I don’t know if you want to read it now or when you go… home?” She turned her head by the chin, eyes narrowing with uncertainty, half a question as she spoke. “Or whatever.”
The awkwardness had reared it’s head, as it had done with Leanne. But not George. Then again, George she knew a little better.
She stepped back, the dirt on the bottom of her boots crunching. There was a smudge of mud up the side of her jeans, and on a further inspection, it ran up the back of leg, too. Frowning, she bent to swipe at it. It didn’t help her to like the crappy weather.
“So, you look well. How’ve you been?” She stood straight again, dusting off her hands and crossing a leg in front of the other.
Verity waved the envelope in front of him,“It’s actually for you, funnily enough. So. No point in sending it now, eh? I get to keep my sickle.” She glanced at the package Lee had set on the floor.“I don’t know if you want to read it now or when you go… home?Or whatever.”
Another surprise.Lee shifted his gaze from Verity to the envelope and back again. He chuckled, took the envelope from her, turned it over to confirm it was addressed to him and slipped it into a jacket pocket, “I’ll read it later.”
“So, you look well. How’ve you been?”
“Fine, a bit busy.I’m kinda McGonagall’s office assistant,” Lee remembered Cynthia had taken a few of his hours. “One of them. Anyway, it’s good to see you.Well,uh, I know what brought you to the post office…What brings you to Hogsmeade?Are you visiting someone?”
Was she here to visit George? George hadn’t mentioned anything, but maybe she was trying to surprise him? She certainly wasn’t here for Lee. They had become a bit better acquainted through their correspondence there hadn’t been, but as far as Lee knew there wasn’t any compelling reason for her to want to see him in person. Besides,she had nearly sent him a letter.
Had she been here the entire time? How absurd would that be? Had they unintentionally danced out of each other’s way countless times, their paths never quite meeting? They’d only had a few conversations with each other when both of them had been in school—not enough to form anything kind of substantial friendship. And later, Lee had chosen to go off a bit on his own after graduating.He’d visited the twins’ shop, but Verity had been occupied by the wonderful chaos and atmosphere filled with people bustling about.The twins’ spectacular exit had made him think about quite a few things.Lee spent nearly 7 years with the same people and in the same place. He hadn’t realized how much of himself was wrapped up in how he viewed himself in relation to the people around him until he was the only one sleeping in his dorm room.He had needed to figure out who he was on his own. But when the war came,there had been far more important issues to ponder. He supposed he was still trying to figure out who Lee Jordan was. He’d danced around that question.
There was no need to dance around at the moment. Verity Jones was right in front of him. If she was planning on sticking around Hogsmeade for a bit…maybe they’d be able to figure a way to cheer up George. It didn’t matter if it was only for a fleeting moment. A moment of happiness was still worth something.
Source: verityschmucklepuff
ooc: AHHH. Lee would be so upset. My God. ;___; He’s never becoming a Legilmens. Never. Never. Never.
…Like it isn’t visible on his face. ;-;
THAT’S NOT THE POINT. IT WOULD BE SO MUCH WORSE IF LEE KNEW. HE’S ALREADY CONCERNNNNED AND WORRRRRRIED, OKAY?
Well, that sucks for Lee. -snort-
*bursts into tears* I KNOOOOOOW.
Source: leejordantruthteller
ooc: AHHH. Lee would be so upset. My God. ;___; He’s never becoming a Legilmens. Never. Never. Never.
…Like it isn’t visible on his face. ;-;
THAT’S NOT THE POINT. IT WOULD BE SO MUCH WORSE IF LEE KNEW. HE’S ALREADY CONCERNNNNED AND WORRRRRRIED, OKAY?
Source: leejordantruthteller
half-a-soul—half-a-man said: It’s how he ~feeeeeeeeeeeeelz.~
ooc: AHHH. Lee would be so upset. My God. ;___; He’s never becoming a Legilmens. Never. Never. Never.
Guys. We need to talk.
I’ve been thinking about killing this RP for a while. The plot is getting old, people are dropping like flies, I mean—we only have 10 members and not much room for different characters. The paras are getting repetitive and there’s not much room for growth.
So here’s the deal.
Either I kill it, or we need to make it a lot better so that we have more members and less room for repetition.
If I keep it, we need a new plot. Of course we can keep our respective characters, but we need a GOOD plot that has a lot of room for new characters and story lines.
If you have any suggestions, please message Liz or myself. Otherwise we’re just going to have to end it.
Source: naturallyluna
