coldxblooded
❛ stop whatever you’re doing right now, i have some big plans for today and you’re gonna help me with it. ❜
To say he was in the middle of something would have been an understatement. Of course, denying Lucinda Talkalot anything when she set her mind on something was also completely unheard of. She was like a tornado, and once you ended up in her path, there was no getting out of it. With a sigh, knowing there was no chance of him getting out of it now, he closed the book, getting to his feet as he did. "Okay, okay, I'm stopping everything," he told her, making a gesture to the closed book. "What exactly are you dragging me into this time around? And am I going to need to ask someone to bail us out of jail like the last time?"
coldxblooded
He gave her a skeptical look at that, not entirely ready to believe it. "Correction, Bellatrix gets people killed. You get people arrested," he pointed out to her dryly, recalling the last time she had asked for his 'help'. Sure, she had gotten out of it easily enough, flirting with the idiot muggle officer, but he had landed in a cell. Sure, he had gotten himself out, but it had taken some time, between wiping the memories of those muggles, along with a few other various things so they didn't know what he was. "However, if we're not getting arrested this time around, what exactly am I helping with?"
darkliability
@coldxblooded Getting everything organised for one of the biggest quidditch games of the year wasn't an easy task, especially when everyone else seemed to be preoccupied by other, apparently, more important things. Flustered, and it quite a rush, she had basically ordered Rabastan to stop everything he was doing, regardless of its relevance. A smile broke out across her face as he shut the book. "I knew I could count on you," she beamed, before shooting him a scowl. "When have I ever gotten you into trouble? I'm not Bellatrix, you know."
