jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 12:50:00

Current music:Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

I believe Hogwarts has gone mad.

In other news, I had never realised how much of an anal-retentive neat freak Remus was until I moved in with him. You'd think the man had never seen clothing on the floor by the way he reacts. I'm just trying to make the house-elves feel better, you know how upset they get when there's no work to do.

Besides, he lived with me in the dorms and he should have remembered what I'm like.

Don't get me started on the wedding plans.

Next thing you know, he'll be denying me my right to a bachelor party.

~Sirius


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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:09 pm UTC

Clothes on the floor are one thing, my dear. However, my study looks as if a small, furry tornado has struck it, and there are half-filled coffee mugs all over the place that are cultivating new life-forms as we speak. Is it so difficult to look after yourself once in a while? Honestly, Sirius, even back in school you weren't this bad.

Of course, perhaps I've blocked it out.

(And if you'd stop running away every time I ask you about your dress-robes or flowers, then maybe I wouldn't HAVE to use the Stupify hex!)

Still, am glad to see you out of your sulk. Perhaps today we can look at invitations? I found some absolutely lovely designs in Marthilda St. Wart's Wonderful Wizard Weddings.

Don't make me Petrify you.

- Remus


jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:20 pm UTC

Sorry, Remus, I just realised I've got urgent business in Hogsmeade. Need to pick up some supplies for the seventh-year lessons.

Don't let me keep you from your planning, though. Please, go right ahead without me.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:32 pm UTC


Fine. Bloody coward. This, from the man who used to chase down Death-Eaters? For sport?

Right then, I'll just order your clothes myself. Parvati Patil did say that blue was the colour this season, but I think I'll go with the pink. Well, it's really called rose but truth be told it really looks mostly pink. But I'll be sure to point that out to people. "No, his tux isn't pink, it's rose. It's the warmth of the fabric."

Have fun in Hogsmeade, love!

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:34 pm UTC

You did not just say the word "tux."

In conjunction with "pink."

What's wrong with my leather trousers? Black goes with everything.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:43 pm UTC


Lovely, as much as I appreciate your leather trousers, they clash dreadfully with the chiffon.

Did I forget to mention the chiffon? Perhaps I did, and you were just not listening.

Oh, well.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:50 pm UTC

Really, Remus, if I didn't know from recent personal experience, I would think that one of your strange creatures has gnawed off certain vital bits. Have you been taking any other potions I should know about?

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 02:09 pm UTC


If anyone's dangling bits are missing, Sirius, it'd be yours, seeing as you haven't the stones to help with a little bit of planning for something supposedly so important.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 04:16 pm UTC

I just want to be with you, Remus. I fail to see why all of the accoutrements are so important.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-30 12:04 am UTC


Because it's not just a day for us, you know. It's also a day for family.

Ahem.

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:18 pm UTC

You know, if there's just one person in this school madly qualified to give you a bachelour party, Sirius, it's me. Oh, you agree? Splendid, I'll begin having things arranged. You enjoy CBT, yes?


lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:21 pm UTC


Over my dead body.

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:23 pm UTC

You're that opposed to a party? Honestly, Remus, we're going to have to start buying Sirius dresses soon if you're so insistent to wear the trousers here.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:34 pm UTC


The party's fine, Sylvia. I just worry about... damages.

Let's keep things above the waistline, sunshine.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:31 pm UTC

Remus. Breathe. Don't you trust me?

On second thought, don't answer that.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:35 pm UTC

I don't trust things identified solely by initials, Padfoot.

And I thought you were off to Hogsmeade.Urgently.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:37 pm UTC

I was. But now I'm intrigued. Why don't you let Sylvia plan my little party, I'm sure you have so much to get on with yourself.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:40 pm UTC


You really want to hear nothing but disco at the reception, don't you?

Don't test me. I have ABBA records and I'm not afraid to use them.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:22 pm UTC

Well, first you'll have to explain exactly what CBT is. It sounds painful.

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:26 pm UTC

Really, Sirius, don't you keep up with the trends?

CBT (cock and ball torture) is play piercing (and other related "tortures") of the male genitals specifically for the purpose of sexual gratification -- although in many cases there is a ritual and spiritual aspect as well. The simplest reason to explain the obvious "WHY" question is that at the extremes of sensation, the lines between pleasure and pain blur. CBT can provide (for some men) levels of ecstatic pleasure far greater than any "normal" experience. As a side note, many men also enjoy testing and pushing their limits.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:29 pm UTC

You'll have to excuse me for being about twelve years behind the times, my dear.

And it sounds like a fine idea as long as it comes nowhere near my body.

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:30 pm UTC

Well that's hardly any fun now is it.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:32 pm UTC

Well, when you have the equipment you can do it to yourself.

What other lovely ideas have you got?

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:40 pm UTC

breadboard
banding
pearling
fis--

I think I'll have to get back to you.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:46 pm UTC

Why do all these ideas involve my pain? You are a sadistic woman. Play with your own bits, not mine.

Or we could do these things to someone else...

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:48 pm UTC

I wonder who...

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:53 pm UTC

Hmm... you don't suppose he'd agree? He must be rather, well, lonely lately...

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 02:19 pm UTC


Oh, I don't think he would be up for that sort of thing, no.

If you really want to have Sinistra plan your party, Padfoot, I suppose it's all right. I mean, so long as it doesn't get too out of hand. Nobody dangling from the chandeliers, permanent scarring, that sort of thing.

Just - there's no need to bring Severus into it, is there?

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 04:18 pm UTC

Well, what if he wants to be brought into it then?

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potions_master @ 2003-03-29 08:00 pm UTC

Somehow, I think an evening of pearling and banding have managed to escape my list of things to do in the nearby future. However, should my mind slip and send me directly to St Mungo's, you will be the first to blame.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-30 12:27 am UTC

Glad to hear it, Sevvie. Always thinking of your needs, Sylvia is.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-30 12:10 am UTC


Oh, I highly doubt he would. It's... not his kind of thing, is it?

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-30 12:27 am UTC

Not that I know of, no.

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:43 pm UTC

Ooh, or, theme party. Everyone plays doctor. Fake bandages and all that.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:47 pm UTC

Oh, I like it. Do I get one of those long white coats?

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sinistra @ 2003-03-29 01:50 pm UTC

And we could even leave out boxes of rubber gloves to encourage safety before sorry.

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:51 pm UTC

I do like the way you think.

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lupercus @ 2003-03-29 01:37 pm UTC

Right.

Sylvia is not allowed to play at our house anymore, Sirius.

- Remus

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jadedsirius @ 2003-03-29 01:39 pm UTC

Well, you're no fun, Moony.

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petitemillicent @ 2003-03-30 03:28 am UTC

You know you want to invite me.

M. B.

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