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feeheeheeny · 11-17-2014, 10:20 PM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

As of this point, Cutty Mordaunt still was unsure of just how Sophie Brown was seducing her followers. It could've been any number of ways, really. Subtle hypnosis or psychological coercion. What he thought was his best theory was based around plant hormones. Maybe even...

He resisted the urge to draw away sharply as Brown leaned into him. Somehow, this made him feel dirty. Somehow. Not in a guilty manner so much as a he needed to bath soon. Something about Sophie Brown suggested, and in no subtle way, the penultimate guide to anti-repercussion. He was practically salivating at the idea of her having chose him. It was thrilling this shoulder-to-shoulder-lean-in thing she was doing. Like being picked for a perching spot from one's favourite butterfly. Or it would be if you weren't a carnivorous plant subsisting on butterflies.

Cutty cleared his throat and lifted the paper and in answer to Brown, he said, "Oh, nothing mooch, Brown. Stock liquidations on the potions market. Looks like someone's goin' owtef business." There was the expected bit of relish to that. "No news on the young diamond heiress who went missing years ago, either. Meanwhile someone stands to inherit her family's business." He pointed to the picture of Anneliese Erkhe, a worried looking girl clutching an empty birdcage. Restraint. Restraint. "What brings you to the Slytherin table, Brown?"

Cutty seemed mostly unfazed by her close proximity, which was pleasing as Sophie had the wide-open opportunity to do what she wanted. As his newspaper was raised in front of him, she kept her attention on him, her expression ordinary while he spoke, and she casually clasped her hands out on the table in front of them between their breakfasts as she leaned against him, appearing to seem at least mildly interested in what he was saying. Since he couldn't see in front of him, she was able to very slyly tip the contents of the vial hidden in her robe sleeve into Mordaunt's cereal, then tuck the vial back out of sight within a matter of seconds.

Camaraderie Concoction. Innocent enough of a potion, but if consumed by someone as vile and unpleasant as Cutty Mordaunt, there was no way it wouldn't be hilarious for the entire Hogwarts population. Cutty being FRIENDLY with people was... something Sophie never thought she would see. Until she brewed that potion for him.

Really, he should have felt honored that she took the time to brew a potion for the sole purpose of spiking his breakfast with it.

She kept her hands clasped out in front of her on the table naturally, and the whole charade was finished by the time he turned a question over to her. "Thought I'd come pay you a visit. Must be an awfully lonely thing, being Hogwarts' resident villain. Don't you want my friendship, Mordaunt? Bet I'd be a better comrade than you think. Y'should gimme a shot."

Comrade. Camaraderie. Heheheheheheh. She was stone-faced and super natural about everything, but she thought it was hilaaaaarious, deep down.

11-17-2014, 10:20 PM	#36 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,308 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah As of this point, Cutty Mordaunt still was unsure of just how Sophie Brown was seducing her followers. It could've been any number of ways, really. Subtle hypnosis or psychological coercion. What he thought was his best theory was based around plant hormones. Maybe even... He resisted the urge to draw away sharply as Brown leaned into him. Somehow, this made him feel dirty. Somehow. Not in a guilty manner so much as a he needed to bath soon. Something about Sophie Brown suggested, and in no subtle way, the penultimate guide to anti-repercussion. He was practically salivating at the idea of her having chose him. It was thrilling this shoulder-to-shoulder-lean-in thing she was doing. Like being picked for a perching spot from one's favourite butterfly. Or it would be if you weren't a carnivorous plant subsisting on butterflies. Cutty cleared his throat and lifted the paper and in answer to Brown, he said, "Oh, nothing mooch, Brown. Stock liquidations on the potions market. Looks like someone's goin' owtef business." There was the expected bit of relish to that. "No news on the young diamond heiress who went missing years ago, either. Meanwhile someone stands to inherit her family's business." He pointed to the picture of Anneliese Erkhe, a worried looking girl clutching an empty birdcage. Restraint. Restraint. "What brings you to the Slytherin table, Brown?" Cutty seemed mostly unfazed by her close proximity, which was pleasing as Sophie had the wide-open opportunity to do what she wanted. As his newspaper was raised in front of him, she kept her attention on him, her expression ordinary while he spoke, and she casually clasped her hands out on the table in front of them between their breakfasts as she leaned against him, appearing to seem at least mildly interested in what he was saying. Since he couldn't see in front of him, she was able to very slyly tip the contents of the vial hidden in her robe sleeve into Mordaunt's cereal, then tuck the vial back out of sight within a matter of seconds. Camaraderie Concoction. Innocent enough of a potion, but if consumed by someone as vile and unpleasant as Cutty Mordaunt, there was no way it wouldn't be hilarious for the entire Hogwarts population. Cutty being FRIENDLY with people was... something Sophie never thought she would see. Until she brewed that potion for him. Really, he should have felt honored that she took the time to brew a potion for the sole purpose of spiking his breakfast with it. She kept her hands clasped out in front of her on the table naturally, and the whole charade was finished by the time he turned a question over to her. "Thought I'd come pay you a visit. Must be an awfully lonely thing, being Hogwarts' resident villain. Don't you want my friendship, Mordaunt? Bet I'd be a better comrade than you think. Y'should gimme a shot." Comrade. Camaraderie. Heheheheheheh. She was stone-faced and super natural about everything, but she thought it was hilaaaaarious, deep down. __________________