PrimalArcana

True/False Game

False! That's just the EASIEST way, not the BEST. I've personally found a better way.

T/F: The thought of mixing actual 1950s Coca-Cola (with actual cocaine) and alcohol is appealing, even if you know hugs are better than drugs.

Yum or Yuck!! Game~!♪

Yuckies.

A burger stuffed with onions and mushrooms, and more to go with it on the side.

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Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

E!!!

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I was just starting to calm down when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Alex.

"Hey, you okay? I um. It wasn't my intent to literally kill you with laughter. I'd hate to have to explain to the headmaster exactly what happened to you, ya know," he said, giving a chuckle. I took a deep breath and sat up as he removed his hand.

"I'm all right," I said. "That was just...amusing. I don't know why I laughed for so long, but god did it feel good!" A smile lingered on my face, replaced by an anxious/embarrassed expression at his next remark.

"Well. Um. I suppose maybe we should get ready for bed. Um. Yeah." His expression was nearly as embarrassed as mine was. I didn't think either of us had shared a room with anyone other than family or dormitory mates, at least not of the opposite sex.

I maneuvered the table back to it's position with my wand, not saying anything for a minute. Then, semi-grudgingly, I stood up.

"Yeah, you're right. We should," I said, picking up my bag. "I'll um. I'll go first," I headed into the lavatory and shut the door behind me. I ran a bath, filling it up faster out of impatience using 'Aguamentai,' and heating it in the same manner. I tried to linger in there, but I was running out of time. Reluctantly stepping out, I dried myself using magic, then dug out my pajamas, putting them on.

Opening the door, I walked to my bed, avoiding Alex's gaze like he was the Plague himself. I was wearing very short shorts and a low cut tank top that left very little to the imagination. Setting my bag on the end table, I crawled between the magically-clean sheets, pulling them back over myself.

"Good night, Alex," I said, too embarrassed to look over.

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The next morning, the routine was much the same, I avoided Alex while getting ready. I only spoke to him when we went out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"So, how does breakfast sound? There's this really cute cheap cafe I know of, just down the Avenue from the shopping center. They have chocolate chip scones," I said, grinning at the chance to eat some again. Over the times I'd been there, the scones were easily a weakness of mine.

"Oh, and we're taking a cab this time. This is not negotiable. That bus was the worst thing in the world.

I hate modern romance fiction

Okay, but if a character views sexual assault as romance (you see this a lot in mystery/police type books), is it so bad to have that character? I love to write, and one of the villains in a manuscript I wrote is a sexual predator. I'm not, of course, but the character is. And said character is integral to my story because without his actions, the characters wouldn't have grown up to be who they were. The story doesn't revolve around this as a "love story," I'll grant you that, HOWEVER, one person in my story does feel that way.

Which leads into my next question--you read books for a living? Are you a publisher? Or an editor? Would you maybe be interested in reading something that ISN'T a love story, but more suspense/thriller type story with some horror elements to it?

@LoneSilverWolf

I agree with this. It's not always the person who is a pervert or has ridiculous fantasies in real life. Just lustful people with nothing better to do than come up with perverse and disgusting things and turn them into sexual scenarios.

It's the mark of a GOOD author who can live their life and separate them from their writing, instead of dragging too much of what's in their head into the story. Again, "lustful people with nothing better to do" are the ones writing these.

Also, as a side note, I can confirm that @LoneSilverWolf is NOT such a person. I should know.

True/False Game

True, I have been known to sing Hakuna Matata on occasion. It's a catchy tune, okay? Besides, I will never be too old for "The Lion King." Ever. This coming from a 23 year old.

T/F: You have wished at one point or another that Skype didn't get rid of their emote for flipping someone off.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

"Um, no. This does NOT happen to the best of us. But when you're unexpectedly sharing a room with a friend and they notice these things first, it's embarrassing," I said, shaking my head at myself.

Suddenly, Alex started laughing his head off. Only after a few moments, when he was doubled over, did he bother explaining what he was laughing about. It was hard to understand still, but the sight of him cracking up was enough to get a full grin from me and some amused chuckles. It took him a bit to calm down enough to talk, but he confirmed that tomorrow was all right.

"Great!" I said. "We'll leave The Leaky Cauldron in the morning and go to a shopping center in London tomorrow, best place to 'accidentally' bump into someone and get hairs for the Polyjuice. Then we'll go leave messages and by the day after we should be in business and get some answers," I was confident in the time frame. Usually people were pretty reliable about answering if they thought they'd get money for it.

Alex picked up just after I asked if he was curious about anything. "I don't have any other questions no. I'm sure whatever happens we can take care of it. Just like Neville took care of that Boggart. With Snape's help! A GREEN dress--and the hat, Bridget, the hat!" he started laughing again, slapping his knee.

This time, I couldn't help it but start laughing just as hard as he was. I remembered that class, so I could picture what was going on. My laugh was pretty high pitched, a long series of laughs followed up by gasping, and repeated. Almost like a horse's whinnying.

I wasn't sure why, but remembering the look of the mink around Snape's neck was funnier than I had originally thought. I couldn't stop laughing, eventually getting hiccups, only adding to the hilarity of the situation. I ended up curled up on my side, clutching my stomach as I laughed. God knows what Alex thought of it.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I hesitated to answer Alex when he pointed out how shady the situation sounded. I wasn't sure - should I tell him? I was the one who invited him to leave in the first place, and I was doing this mostly for his benefit, so I gave a resigned sigh.

"If you must know...yes. He really is that sketchy. He's...he was...all right, he has known Death Eater contacts, ok? He only meets with them other places, but he passes on information," I blurted out, a little too quickly, wiping my now-clammy palms on the bedspread. "I figured, since we're trying to find out information, and he's been around for a long time - since before the war - he might know something."

I only continued the conversation after taking out my wand and casting a silencing charm at the door. "Look, Alex. The guy passes on information to and from Death Eaters. He's obviously easily intimidated, I've never had a problem with him. I just take the extra precaution of using Polyjuice Potion along with my usual cloak. The LAST thing I want or need is Aurors either."

We sat there for a minute, I was unsure what to say. Then he pointed out something I had failed to miss hanging from the outside of my Potions box. I leaned over and looked at what it was.

My face turned redder than a tomato. "Oh my god...I am so sorry. I didn't see that it had snagged on the corner..." I snagged them up and shoved them in my bag all the way up to my elbow.

"Professor Snape would NOT be proud, and we both know it. He would dock house points for me failing to notice that there was a pair of undergarments there."

To his last question I shook my head diagonally. "Yes and no. I do want to steal random hairs, but not from someone in Diagon Alley. Decreases the risk," I pointed out. "I was thinking we could go tomorrow, if that's okay with you?"

"Do you have any more questions or concerns? You know, while the silencing charm is still active" I asked, gesturing toward the door. I then tapped my wand on the potions box, where it quickly unpacked itself across the table, various ingredients, my cauldron, and more than a few bottled potions scattered across the table.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

After a few moments of Alex and I awkwardly staring at each other, he finally broke the silence. "Yeah, no, not quite. So um. These contacts of yours...I take it we don't exactly want to be meeting them after dark, am I right?" he said. I jumped out of my skin from the break in the silence, then managed to blush.

"Uh," I said. "Yeah, some of them. Okay, 90% of them." Standing up, I walked over to the coat rack in the room and took off my things, hanging them up. I pointed to various parts of the room and cast cleaning spells, finally deeming it clean enough to take off my boots. The floors, were not actually made of sickly gray looking planks, but of a pretty dark pine. Same with the rest of the furniture, and the lavatory.

Walking back to the bed, I cast one more charm on the beds to reveal paisley bedspreads and off-white sheets. I left my bag sitting on the bed and sat back down, edging to be against the wall for support and tucking my legs under me. "There. That's something you have to do here, I mean Tom isn't exactly a woman who's focused on keeping everything clean," I said.

"Anyway, Alex. No. I wouldn't recommend meeting with most of the people I know at night, although one of them is only reachable at night. But he's the only exception. I'll send him a message tonight and see when he can meet with me. As for the others, we can just get away with going cloaked in the day, although there's one guy..." I drifted off for a second and bit my lip. "There's one guy I use Polyjuice Potion to meet with. He's sketchy even on his good days, and once he was having a bad day and I had to threaten him to get him to cooperate."

Too comfortable to get up, I pointed at the table in the room with my wand and moved it over to my bedside. Out of my bag I pulled my potions box, and my chest-vault, setting them on the table. I was unaware that a pair of my underwear had gotten stuck to the potions box.

"So you've seen my vault, obviously. The other one is my potions box, all my stuff is in there. I have a stock of Polyjuice," I said. "We'll just need to pull some hairs out of someone."

True/False Game

T/F: Shit just went down wid @FreyaRoseJane and @VarionusNW

@Wade Wilson

False, I have NO idea what you're talking about. It was just an obvious misunderstanding.

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Two interpretations of the same situation. Leads to confusion, frustration, disagreements, and outright hostility on both sides.

T/F: The thought of a commercial flying vehicle both scares you and makes you want it. (see THIS for details)