Kristin (aka) Butters

snwpnitsirk @ 2014-02-25T16:47:00

2014-02-25T20:58:31Z

POSITION:

AGE:

CAREER HIGHLIGHTS:

FAVORITE QUIDDITCH MOMENT:

FUN FACT:

TELL US SOMETHING NO ONE KNOWS:

NAME OF PLAYER

T E A M

snwpnitsirk @ 2012-01-27T20:12:00

2012-01-28T00:23:57Z

Sometimes I wish my sister and I didn't get along even occasionally, because then I wouldn't be so upset every time I remember that she can be a selfish fucking asshole who doesn't give a flying fuck about anyone else but herself.

I'm so mad right now. She tells me she might be going to hang out with this kid George, who I've met before, and I make a point of saying that I found him really funny and liked hanging out with him. So what does she do? She asks Jen, a mutual friend of ours, to go and hang out with them and doesn't even extend the offer to me. Meanwhile, I thought Jen was coming back to our house to hang out with both of us.

Now I'm not hanging with anyone, and I'm just left to stew. Fucking sucks.

snwpnitsirk @ 2012-01-07T01:11:00

2012-01-07T05:25:16Z

Othello Bagman Hufflepuff, 1978	Kalista Borgin Slytherin, 1979	Dedalus Diggle Ravenclaw, 1979	Savannah Davies Ravenclaw, 1973
Caden Flint Slytherin, 1970	Graeme Dorny Gryffindor, 1977	Devon Quigg Slytherin, 1976	Veronica Zeller Ravenclaw, 1969
Grail Yates Slytherin, 1973	Amycus Carrow Slytherin, 1978	Donovan Rookwood Slytherin, 1976	Cael Gray Durmstrang, 1980
Billie Trimble Gryffindor, 1977	Anya Kallinikov Durmstrang, 1970

Let's give this a try...

2011-06-01T02:17:04Z

Here's how it happens. You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters) and I'll write a drabble around 100 words about them in reply to your comment. This can be ANY couple (anything.. shippiness or cuteness or whatever), and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. I do back-history, I do future, and I do AU crack. If you want a particular theme or rating, let me know. The ratings will be anywhere from G to uh, well I suppose NC-17 but I dunno if I can get that in 100ish words.

/ = Shippyness and "and" means ordinary interaction

snwpnitsirk @ 2010-07-31T01:38:00

2010-07-31T05:34:38Z

[NOTICE: All journal names used are on insanejournal, not scribbld.]

Marcas Wolf

Age: 38
Birthday: June 5th, 1971
Affiliation: Neutral
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 211 lbs
Eye Color: Green/Grey
Hair Color: Brunette
Occupation: Owner and Proprietor of 'The Whistling Wolf'
Status: Single
Journal: moral_principle
Profile: Here
PB: Gerard Butler

Noah Matthieu Aronowitz

Age: 28
Birthday: February 14, 1981
Affiliation: The Force
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 178 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Occupation: Detective
Status: Dating [Jean MacManus (listlessness)]
Journal: probable_cause
Profile: Here
PB: Sam Worthington

Braeden Lee Ward

Age: 26
Birthday: August 02, 1983
Affiliation: The Irish
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 205 lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Occupation: Trainer at Tiger's Eye/Enforcer
Status: Unknown [Kassandra Kolnikov (cookmybitchup)]
Journal: cryoftheceltic
Profile: Here
PB: Jensen Ackles

Fabian Ulrich Keller

Age: 30
Birthday: November 11th, 1979
Affiliation: Neutral
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 164 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Occupation: Clerk at The Onyx Museum Library
Status: Dating [Margot Reed (un_abridged)]
Journal: alterer_bruder
Profile: Here
PB: Bradley Cooper

Violet Rousseau

Age: 24
Birthday: February 9th, 1985
Affiliation: The Ruby Girls
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Prostitute
Status: Unknown [Gideon Aronowitz (case_closed)]
Journal: vi_olated
Profile: Here
PB: Amber Heard

Charlotte Foster

Age: 25
Birthday: January 31, 1984
Affiliation: Neutral
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 138 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Veterinary Technician
Status: Dating [Jack Cruz (happy_jack)]
Journal: young_at_heart
Profile: Here
PB: Adrianne Palicki

Fiona Brígh O’Donnell

Age: 24
Birthday: December 9th, 1985
Affiliation: The Irish
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 127 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red
Occupation: Bartender
Status: Dating [Joch Keller (das_lustige)]
Journal: irishbarmaid
Profile: Here
PB: Lauren Ambrose

snwpnitsirk @ 2020-03-29T17:06:00

2010-03-29T21:30:11Z

Okay, so I'm being REALLY lazy because I don't feel coding all of my icons. So, for now, I'm just going to place links to the photobucket Albums they're in, and if anyone wants to code all the HTML for me...BE MY GUEST!

(I should probably learn to use another photo uploader site to give me the <*img src*=*> code....)

Amy Smart:

Butterfly Effect - 305

Crank 2 - 199

Bradley Cooper:

The Hangover - 394

Daniel Craig:

Casino Royale - 357

Henry Cavill:

Whatever Works - 190

Jensen Ackles:

My Bloody Valentine - 227

Justin Chatwin:

War of the Worlds - 172

Neil Patrick Harris:

How I Met Your Mother (1) - 63

Numb3rs - 135

Sebastian Stan:

Kings (2) - 18

Kings (3) - 196

The Covenant - 297

Stephen Dorph:

Blade - 345

snwpnitsirk @ 2010-01-23T01:04:00

2010-01-23T06:00:34Z

Give me a pairing of characters and I will write you a ~sexy mcsexy~ drabble because I can. The only rules are (1) that I play/ed at least one of the characters and (2) that you accept that I will write what I think is sexiest first.

sebastian stan | 56 icons

2010-01-22T00:21:47Z

Sebastian Stan

[Some icons may include Ian McShane.]

snwpnitsirk @ 2009-12-20T00:43:00

2009-12-20T05:48:28Z

I'm updating here because I got tired of bitching on facebook.

I missed work sunday because I was sick, and tueday because I had to do a final, got sent home early on Friday because I had what I had on Sunday again, and now I need to be up at 4 fucking 30 to make it to work by 6, and I can't sleep because of insomnia, I have a headache cause I can't sleep, and I keep crying over nothing. It's probably because I'm fucking exhausted.

Also, there's a chance I may not even be able to go to work, because I live on a culdesac that never gets plowed. I also can't take a sleeping pill, because that requires a full 6 hours of sleep or else the effects are still there, and...IT'S A FUCKING BLIZZARD OUT THERE, I CAN'T FUCKING FALL ASLEEP BEHIND THE WHEEL.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?! If I just stay up and can't even go into work, I can just sleep for a while then...but if I stay up and the road is plowed, which will be my fucking luck, than I'll be exhausted and miserable for my 8 HOUR SHIFT at Toys R Us.

WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO GO SHOPPING IN THIS WEATHER?! FUCKING SERIOUSLY?!

People are fucking tools. Fuck them. Fuck work. Fuck school. Fuck life.

snwpnitsirk @ 2009-07-20T12:13:00

2009-07-20T16:17:49Z

So...

...when you're talking to your Mom, and then she decides to call one of her friends when you're not even done with your sentence, and begins the conversation with said friend with "Hey! I've got a few quiet minutes, so I can talk to you!"...

...how is that supposed to make you feel?

Because, quite frankly? It kind of makes me feel like shit.

snwpnitsirk @ 2009-06-20T09:33:00

2009-06-20T13:41:23Z

Wanna know what sucks?

Not having any reason to leave your house, because you have no job, and school doesn't start up again until the end of August.

Not having any money, because you have no job.

Not being able to sleep at night without taking a pill.

Going to bed at 6 am, and waking up at 3-4 PM every day.

Not being awake during the day time, which means no sunlight.

Not enjoying sunlight.

Feeling like a bum, because you have. no. job.

Looking for a job.

Getting overwhelmed about the idea of having to learn a million new things when you do get a job, which makes you afraid to apply for certain jobs, because you're afraid you won't be able to handle the stress.

Feeling stressed out over the stupidest shit ever.

Living off of nothing but coffee, because for some reason, you've lost your appetite.

Losing interest in things that used to mean a lot to you.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

snwpnitsirk @ 2009-03-02T17:48:00

2009-03-02T22:53:42Z

You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a color, and I'll give you a ~~sentence~~ paragraph.

I'm a sheep.

snwpnitsirk @ 2009-02-11T02:58:00

2009-02-11T08:04:02Z

Insomnia = A pain in my ass.

URGENT MATTERS

2008-09-11T20:21:10Z

This is a list of threads that I need to get done.

This is mainly because me and Cristina have way too much plot for our own good, and we can't keep things in order. But, if anyone has anything they'd like to add, just leave a comment!

○ ~~Dedalus & Eliza make up.~~

○ ~~Thomas' discuss baby genders and, you know...the war.~~

○ Caden & Estella get ~serious~.

○ Fabian & Bess ♥.

○ Graeme & Giada do things that are absolutely adorable.

snwpnitsirk @ 2008-09-10T20:10:00

2008-09-11T00:18:31Z

This is how you know me and Sean are on Crack.

I was seriously trying so hard not to laugh...it didn't work, I giggle too much.

me: Whoo, 10 minute break in CS class!
:]
heirofamalfoy: whoo!
me: I'm very excited. lmao
Little things make me happy.
heirofamalfoy: It's why I love you, Butters <3
me: Bawww!
I love you too, Kyle. XP
heirofamalfoy: Yosh \o/
me: Dude, this class has a 19/2 boy/girl ratio. lmfao
I'm like "ahaha, hi."
heirofamalfoy: LMAO
that's what it was like in my CS class :<
me: I was telling Cristina before how the Hannah Montana Bear made me laugh really hard at BAB, and I was like "I didn't want anyone to know what I was laughing about...if it was a WOW bear, they might understand."
I got an e-mail notification that was like "HANNAH MONTANA BEAR, NEW!!!!" and I was like "-snort-"
Cause I secretly/not so secretly want it? Because...I r luzer?
heirofamalfoy: .................XDDDDDDDD
me: You have no idea, man. I would run to BAB right now and make a HM Bear, and just be like "NOBODY'S PERFEEECT! I GOTTA WORK IIIT! AGAIN AND AGAAAIN TILL I GET THINGS RIGHT!" If those are even the lyrics. I make up my own a lot. Cause...my lyrics are always better?
heirofamalfoy: . . .
the fact that you can even guess
makes me want to disown you.
me: I can't talk to you in class, I'm trying not to laugh too much.
DUDE, MILEY ROX. \m/ >< \m/
-dies-
heirofamalfoy: LMAO
me: I think I crack myself up more than anything.
heirofamalfoy: HANNAH MONTANNA IS SO HARDCORE CLEARLY.
me: DUDE. SHE IS. DON'T FRONT.
heirofamalfoy: jkdfljksd I can not have this conversation with you XD
You'll get in trouble.
me: ...lmfaorofl
omg I must look like a crazy person right now to all these people.
I'm like, biting my tongue to not laugh.
Frick.
FRACK
heirofamalfoy: FRICKIN FRACK
me: EXACTLY.
OH HAMBURGERS
heirofamalfoy: djfklasdf
<333
me: Okay, I have to go and get back to work, but I would like you to know that you'
ve made my day.
:]
heirofamalfoy: WHOO :-D
Have fun in class o/
me: WIN
Oh yes.
I'll try and understand what my professor is saying for you.
lmao
heirofamalfoy: TTLY BUTTERS <333333333333333
....
TTYL*
me: TTYL KYLE! MY SBB! <3 <3 <3

Yoinked from Cristina

2008-09-09T02:36:18Z

Pick a character and I'll tell you...

1. Had their first crush on and when.
2. Had their first kiss with and when.
3. Who they lost their virginity to and when.
4. First said 'I love you' to and really meant it.
5. Came most closest to marrying/settling down with. (If your character is already married/settled down, choose the person before their current spouse.)

snwpnitsirk @ 2008-06-30T05:29:00

2008-06-30T09:30:55Z

PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK.

UUUUGH ORIENTATION IS TODAAAAAY...I'M SO NERVOOOOUS...

IT IS TOO EARLY FOR ME TO BE AWAKE.

MOVIE MEME

2008-06-27T01:42:10Z

RULES
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each one.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. No Googling/using IMDb search functions.
5. Fill in the film once it's been guessed.

~~1. We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love.~~ Moulin Rouge batshitrix

~~2. My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it.~~ Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tinstaafl

~~3. If there was a retarded Oscar you would win, hands down, kick his ass!~~ Garden State batshitrix

~~4. What, he's got wings...? He flies around sprinkling magic dust on people?~~ Lucky # Slevin kickawesome

~~5. Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed at you.~~ Brick kickawesome

6. Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.

7. The only doll Roberta's got is a G.I. Joe!

~~8. Cause everybody knows guy in the back seat doesn't have a cock.~~ Wrist Cutters tinstaafl

~~9. Stay close to the candles. The stairway can be...treacherous.~~ Young Frankenstein cristina_lacosa

~~10. Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker.~~ Pulp Fiction kickawesome

Ahem. Ahem.

2008-06-25T00:34:46Z

Ship any of my characters, past or present, with one of your characters that my character has never shipped with and perhaps you've wondered what would could have been. Even if it means one or both of our characters needs to switch which team their batting for. If you put a slash in it, I'll write it.

[This is me, trying to get my brain working again.]

snwpnitsirk @ 2008-06-14T01:12:00

2008-06-14T05:17:37Z

Winsome Wizard (1:10:02 AM): I was tempted to make B.J. icons the other day. xD

"Cristina" (1:10:07 AM): XDDDDDD

Winsome Wizard (1:10:12 AM): ...he has to have different initials.

"Cristina" (1:10:12 AM): LOL that could be taken so badly lmao

Winsome Wizard (1:10:13 AM): ><

"Cristina" (1:10:15 AM): XDDDDDDDDD

Winsome Wizard (1:10:18 AM): lmao seriously!

....we were talking about B.J. Novak.

snwpnitsirk @ 2008-05-15T12:58:00

2008-05-15T17:09:38Z

So, today sucks.

It's only 1 in the afternoon, but I can already tell that it's going to just SUCK.

I woke up today at 11:00. I wanted to wake up at 9:40. Why? Because I wanted to be ready for my Doctor's appointment at 1:30, and I wanted to be relaxed and take my time getting ready. Anyway, I wake up at 11, and, like I have for the last couple of days, I woke up feeling really, really dizzy. But, I pushed through. I ate my breakfast, got in the shower, got dressed, blow dried my hair, put on my makeup, got on my shoes, and got in the car. Still wasn't feeling great.

So, I'm sitting behind the wheel, and I put on the AC. maybe some cold air will revive me and make me feel less dizzy. Nope. So, I stop by seven eleven and go to pick up a drink, because sometimes sugar helps me. I'm not diabetic, but...I don't know, it's weird. Anyway, I get into the store and feel even worse. I had to actually start drinking my drink before I even paid for it, just to make sure I didn't pass out at seven eleven. It's happened before, and I really don't need it to happen again. It's 12:30 by this point, and it's about an hour drive to where I need to go, and I still feel dizzy. So, I try to call my Mom. Doesn't pick up. I call again, and again, and then eventually I manage to drive home. I'm sitting out in my car, now talking to my Dad, who pulled SO many strings just to get me the appointment early so I could start work by June 2nd. Originally I was going to have to wait and wouldn't be able to start till June 30th because I wouldn't have had my physical and all the shots I needed. So, he's obviously disappointed, and then my Mom pulls up. By this time I'm crying, and now she's all pissed off at me and I'm apologizing because I didn't want to pass out on the middle of the L.I.E. and fucking die just to make it to the Doctor. That'd sort of be a step backwards, rght?

I get why they're mad, I do, but I feel like they think I'm using 'I'm about to pass out' as an excuse to not go. If I wasn't going to go, why would I have attempted to get behind the wheel of a car in the first place after getting dressed and getting ready for an hour? I don't know, I feel like no one ever believes me and they just think I'm making excuses. AUGH.

Now I need to go and lay down because I still feel like shit.

snwpnitsirk @ 2008-05-07T19:20:00

2008-05-07T23:19:02Z

My Personality


Neuroticism	99
Extraversion	10
Openness to Experience	50
Agreeableness	52
Conscientiousness	3

You are sensitive about what others think of you. Your concern about rejection and ridicule cause you to feel shy and uncomfortable around others. You are easily embarrassed and often feel ashamed. Your fears that others will criticize or make fun of you are exaggerated and unrealistic, but your awkwardness and discomfort may make these fears a self-fulfilling prophecy, however you tend to lack energy and have difficult initiating activities. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You do not like to claim that you are better than other people, and generally shy from talking yourself up, however you generally see others as selfish, devious, and sometimes potentially dangerous. You are not an overly cautious person. You will think about alternatives and consequences but make up your mind fairly quickly.

Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report.

UK Ugg Boots

Yeah, basically.

Hmmmmm....

2008-04-10T07:39:46Z

Age: 18
Where did you grow up: Long Island, NY

WHAT DO YOU CALL:

1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? stream
2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called? shopping cart
3. A metal container to carry a meal in? lunch box
4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? frying pan
5. The piece of furniture that seats three people? sofa, couch
6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? gutter
7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? deck, patio
8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? soda
9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? pancakes
10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? hero
11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? bathing suit
12. Shoes worn for sports? sneakers
13. Putting a room in order? clean it, straighten it up
14. A flying insect that glows in the dark? lightening bug
15. The little insect that curls up into a ball? I don't think I've ever seen this bug?
16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? see-saw
17. How do you eat your pizza? with my hands, folded together
18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff? garage sale
19. What's the evening meal? dinner
20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? basement
21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places? water fountain

Jeannie Lampanelli; 25 Flavors

2008-04-04T05:41:54Z

Jeannie Lampanelli

Best Friend

“White!”

“Knight!”

“Fright!”

“Sight!”

“Light!”

“RIGHT!”

Jeannie giggled as Martin suddenly exclaimed his next word. They were laying in her room, on the floor, with their legs up on one of the 2 beds that were in there. Their heads were resting right beside each others, even though Jeannie could really only get her shoes on the bed since she was so much shorter than he was. They had been playing the rhyming game for quite some time now.

“Hmm…I’m getting bored with these. Let’s change to a new sound! How abooout…orange!”

She scrunched her nose at him, knowing that there wasn’t a word in the English dictionary that rhymed with Orange. In other words, she wasn’t being serious…but Martin just stared up at the ceiling, grinned, and then shouted “Florange!” which made Jeanne raise a brow. “Martin, florange isn’t a word!” “It most certainly is a word.” “No, it…doesn’t exist!” Martin turned his head to look at her, causing Jeannie to do the same. “Everything exists once it exists.” Jeannie stared at him, and blinked. “What?” “Nothings aren’t anythings until someone makes them so, Jeannie-boo. If anythings were nothings, than nothings wouldn’t exist, and since nothings can be somethings, but somethings can not be nothings, anythings are possible. Florange did not exist until I made it exist, and now it is a something, when it was a nothing just moments before. And that is why somethings are not nothings. Just as anyone creates somethings…somethings start as nothings, like a picture, or a tart until someone creates it. And I have just created Florange.” The blonde stared at her friend with large eyes before she bit at the inside of her cheek and thought hard, trying to wrap her mind around what he had just said. “Nothings can be somethings….” She repeated the words to herself before giving a smile, turning to look back at the ceiling.

“Culorange!”

Drunk

"HAHAHA!"

Jeannie hunched over as she laughed, trying to cover her mouth with one hand to keep herself quiet as Hansel stumbled and regained his balance, pulling her away from the wall back onto his bed as he heard one of the attendings down the hallway. They were doing thier checks, again, and it was about time for everyone to go back to thier own rooms, but Jeannie didn't think she could make it there right now! She had been in Hansel and Edward's room, each of them taking small sips from the bottle of liquor that one of them had snuck in ( she honestly couldn't say who it was, because she didn't know, but it was definitely in thier room somehow... ), and they had managed to keep in a secret, giving the attending little waves, tucking the bottle underneath a big pile of clothes on Edward's bed.

But, about 15 minutes had passed by, and because Jeannie was so tiny, she got drunk way quicker than the two boys, which is why the bottle kept skipping her a few times. She had watched them continue to pass the bottle around, sitting cross legged on Hansel's bed before she started to feel very, very light headed. "Oy...this isn't good...you two may have to shlep me outta here!" she brought her hand to her head, sounding like Barbera Streisand from Yentl with a thick jewish accent. "Hansel...can you hear meeee? Hansel can you see meeeee?" she sang out her arms extending out to him for dramatic effect, once again immitating Streisand before she made herself laugh, flopping down onto the bed as the two boys just stared at her. She eventually stopped and groaned as she rolled off the bed, not even able to walk as she tried to get to the door. "Everything is spinning..." She felt herself falling forward, and if it wasn't for Hansel, she would have been on the floor. "Yeah, well, you're drunk."

"I AM?!" Jeannie rose her brows and looked over at the bottle. "I've never been drunk before...people actually like this feeling?" She scrunched her nose and turned her head to look at her friend, who was still supporting her, as Edward peered out the door to watch that the attending was out of sight. "Alright, he's gone...what are we going to do with her?" He looked to the blonde, who was barely standing, muttering the word 'drunk' over and over again, because it sounded and felt funny coming out of her mouth. "We should just say she's sick or something if we get caught." "I'M SICK?" "SHH! No, just...we need to get you back to your room." "Okay." She whispered this and looked up to Hansel. "Lead the way, Captain, caaause, I've no idea where it is." "Not like I have any other choice, Jeannie, you can barely stand up." She pouted, and then turned to the door, pointing to it. "To my room, wherever that is! Ahoy! Set sail!" Whether or not she was trying to sound like Jack Sparrow, no one could be sure. She was that wasted.

Ugh, she was not looking forward to the morning. Not at all.

Flustered

First Crush

Hansel

“Oh, come on, you have to know how to dance!”

“No. I don’t.”

Jeannie rolled her eyes as she stared at Hansel from where she was perched on the table. She didn’t like sitting on the sofa or the ground, so it was actually common to see her cross legged on top of the table. Sometimes, she even looked like she was floating.

Her blue eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched him, sitting on the couch, flipping the page of whatever book he was reading at the time. He seemed very involved in it, as he usually did whenever he was reading. Always looked interested in what those words were describing, and he didn’t like it when people interrupted him. But, Jeannie was bored. As always. And, hey, if Hansel wanted to be left alone to read his stupid book, he really shouldn’t have been sitting in the recreational room. Then again, she didn’t like being cooped up in his room all the time either, so maaaaaybe she understood. Just maybe.

“Hansel?”

“What?”

“Are you sure you can’t dance?”

Oh, she knew what his reaction was going to be, and she couldn’t help but bite down on her lip to keep from grinning. He huffed and closed his book quickly, causing it to make a loud noise when the two sides collided together before he rose to his feet. “I’m going to my room.”

“No, I’m sorry, don’t go!” She was laughing a little bit as she spoke, hopping off the table to block his way. “You are such a party pooper.”

“Wasn’t aware that this was a party.”

Jeannie scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. “Every day can be a party day if you want it to be. And parties? They include dancing. And I think that you could have fun at a party if you learn how to dance.” “But I don’t want to learn how to dance.” “Yes! And this is why you’re a party pooper.” “Why are you always so insistent on things?” There was a hint of aggravation to his voice, but this only made Jeannie grin again. She always had a little bit of fun poking at Hansel because it was just so easy. “Aww, someone is a grouch!” Her voice sounded very much like Elmo, as though talking to Oscar. “Come on, come on, it’s easy, and there’s no one else in here, and I’m bored…pleeeeeeeeease?” She leaned forward and gave him a pout, her bottom lip quivering as though she would cry if he turned down her offer. He looked completely unaffected by her little performance, until her eyes actually started to well up with tears. She was very good at making herself cry on cue. He huffed again and groaned before he placed his book down on the table.

“…fine.” “OH YAY!” she straightened up and clapped her hands, bouncing around before she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him over to the other side of the room where the stereo was sitting. She could tell that he kept looking over his shoulder to see if anyone else was going to walk through the door, while Jeannie just fiddled with the stations to find a good song. She gasped as ‘Calabria’ started to play through the room. She turned up the volume a little before she turned to him. “Hokay! Now. You just sort of…step from side to side to the beat.” She demonstrated for him, but he didn’t move. “Hansel Basile, you move those feet! Move, move, move!” She sounded like a German drill instructor as she spoke. His eyes narrowed before he stared down at his shoes, as though willing them to move. Then, he half heartedly began to step from side to side, raising his eyebrows as though saying ‘happy now?’. Jeannie stopped dancing and placed her hands on her hips before she sighed. “Good enough! Okay, nooow…lawn mower!” It was then that she started to ‘rev the engine of the mower’, causing him to stop moving entirely. But she didn’t stop there, she actually pretended that the mower had started and she ‘mowed the grass’ around him.

She didn’t even care that he had stopped, because she was happy enough that he had even participated in the first set of ‘dance moves’ that she had taught him. He just stood there and watched her move around him before she stopped and stood in front of him, as he just shook his head in disbelief. “I know, I know, I’m amazing, but you don’t have to keep gawking.” Her mouth turned up into a smile before she bumped his hip with her own…or, more like his leg since she was so much shorter than him. The fact that he was laughing a little bit was all she had really wanted to accomplish, since it was so rare. “I knew you could have fun doing other things besides reading a book.” This was said very matter of fact way. “Who said I had any fun?” “That big upside down frown on your face, doofus.” “…I’m going to go and read.”

Oh, he could go and read, but that didn’t mean that Jeannie wasn’t going to dance behind him, skipping and twirling on his way back to the couch. Even when he sat down, she continued to prance around, singing along the best she could to the odd song, making up words since she had no idea what they were saying.

He could try to pretend he wasn’t amused, and ignore her, but she saw him look up and smirk every now and then. When the song was over, some slow song she had never heard before came on the radio. Panting, she shuffled over to the couch and flopped down beside him, sprawling out. It took her a few minutes to calm down enough to turn to Hansel, who was still trying to read his book…even though he hadn’t flipped the page in quite some time.

This made her happy. Very, very happy. Bwahaha.

Betrayed

Crying

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Caden Flint; 25 Flavors

2008-04-03T00:59:50Z

Caden Flint

Happy

Baby

First Crush

Angry

“Where is he?”

“Caden he’s really upset.”

“I didn’t ask if he was upset, I asked where he was.”

“…he’s in his room.”

Almost as soon as the words were out of Estella’s mouth, Caden was climbing the stairs to his son’s room. He wasn’t even two steps up when he heard a loud thud, a yell, and then Elizabeth yelling out from the hallway. “MUM! DAD! THEY’RE FIGHTING AGAIN!” Oh, this was just making everything so much better. He turned around to glance over at Estella, as though telling her he would take care of things. Reaching the top of the stairs, he made his way into Jacob’s room, where its main occupant was currently being pinned down by Marcus, who had probably tackled the younger boy just moments before, his arm raised as though he was about to punch his brother at any moment. “TAKE IT BACK!” Not even bothering to find out what the whole fight was about, Caden reached down and effortlessly tore the two of them apart by grabbing hold of Marcus’ arm, pulling him up into a standing position. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” “But-“ “Just, don’t say a fucking word, and get to your room.” The boy scowled. “Dad!” “NOW!” His voice echoed through the room making everything go quiet. Marcus stood frozen, before he turned around and stormed into his own room, slamming the door behind him.

Turning back to Jacob, he helped him up. “Thanks Da-“ “What the fuck was that about?” “…nothing.” “Do I look like I’m in a good mood right now? You really want to stand there and say that he was about to break your nose over nothing?” “…I…” “You what?” “I-I kind of laughed and then…I told him he was an idiot for getting left back...” Caden sighed heavily, rubbing at his forehead. He was getting a massive headache, between the most recent news of his son getting left back, and the slamming of doors and stomping around that was going on upstairs. “I don’t have time or the patience to deal with both you right now…just stay in your room and keep your bloody mouth shut.” Turning around, he exited his step-son’s room, closing the door behind him before making his way across to Marcus’ room, only shooting a warning glance to Elizabeth to get back into hers. She got the message, and with a yelp, she closed the door.

Standing out in the hallway, he paused, taking a deep breath before turning the doorknob. Marcus was sitting with his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his face scrunched up with anger. He was avoiding any sort of eye contact with his father. He stood in the doorway before making his way inside, grabbing onto the chair that was sitting nearby, dragging it closer to the bed so that he could sit down. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs as he stared down at the floor, his head shaking back and forth. Marcus fidgeted on the bed, biting his tongue before he couldn’t take it anymore. “He said I was-..” “I know what he said.” “And you’re not going to do anything about it?!” Caden’s head shot up, his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck do you want me to do about it right now, Marcus? I just find out that you got left back and you expect me to do what? I know he was wrong, because you’re not a fucking idiot, but you sure as hell aren’t giving people reason to believe otherwise.” “What does that mean?!” “That means that you don’t fucking try!” “YES I DO!” “Than how the fuck did you get left back?!” “The tests are hard! I couldn’t do it, okay?! And then between that and Quidditch and-” “If you were having so much trouble with school you shouldn’t have continued with Quidditch.” “NO! I’m not giving up Quidditch!” “Than what the fuck is going to change next year? What the fuck are you going to change that will make you actually graduate, Marcus?” “I-…I don’t know, I’ll study more and-…” “So you could have studied more this year, graduated when you were supposed to, but just chose not to?! I swear to Merlin Marcus, if you get left back again because you wanted to keep up with Quidditch, we are going to have a very serious problem.” Marcus turned so his feet were on the floor. “How the fuck am I supposed to quit?! PEOPLE KNOW WHO YOU ARE, DAD! People already think I only got on the team because I’m Caden Flint’s son, and I can’t quit the team, and I like it, and I want to play pro and-“ “You think it’s going to be easy for you to get on a team after they find out you got left back?!” “No, but…!” “But what?!”

Marcus went silent, his mouth open as though he was about to add something more, but then just pushed himself back on his bed. “Forget it. You’ll never understand…” There was silence for about 2 seconds before he started talking again, sounding frustrated. “The tests are so much harder than they were when you were in school! It’s not as easy to do school and Quidditch, but Quidditch is the only think I like about school, and I have a hard time in all of my classes, and I hate that stupid bloody castle and now I have to go back there again when I thought I was done and now I’m not because I didn’t study enough and I know I messed up, and I’ll do better next year, but I’m not giving up Quidditch!” Marcus was basically yelling at his Dad at this point, but Caden just sat there, now flinching or moving as he spoke. “Are you done?” Marcus huffed, leaning his head against the wall. “Yeah I’m done.” There was a moment of silence before Caden rose to his feet.

“You can keep up with Quidditch next year…but I’m going to have Professor Snape send me weekly updates on how you’re doing, and if your grades slip, you’re done. I don’t expect you to get O’s in every subject, or even one, but I know that you can if you just fucking tried which is why I’m so fucking pissed off. You’ll continue with the Slytherin team next year, if you’re still allowed back, and you’ll get your homework done, and you’ll at least pass all of your quizzes. Until I figure out a proper punishment for the summer, you’ll only leave this room to eat and do your chores.” Marcus scowled again and nodded his head before going back to his sulking position.

“Glad we have an understanding.”