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[Joel Foster]

He wasn't a part of the welcoming committee. Didn't even think that really, he would have been all that suited for the job. He was however, in the business of bringing in new clients. If he could manage to get more cash money into his pockets, that's what he was all about. It wasn't very often that they got transfers, much less ones so late in the year. There was one, not too long ago, some black haired chick, and then some younger year that he just wasn't interested in. He might not even be interested in this one either, if she weren't in his house, and her hair was bright, she was sort of hard to miss. He had a free morning, nothing to do until the afternoon. Some classes, couple of run ins, he stood to make about a hundred sickles today alone. Something, he had been discussing rather heatedly with the man walking down the hall with him, who was seeming to insist, that since he was rolling in it, he should be buying tickets to the next game...and Joel had been insisting that since they could barely keep up with the frankly overwhelming practices that they were having, the last thing that they were needing was a reminder that they were hardly able to practice out on the field, let alone to play. Something about their Captain refusing or forgetting to book time out on the field, and he was used to something far more grueling to keep him from feeling so...bouncy. Like he needed to disrupt some lives. “Though, if you want to buy tickets, I'm happy to go, and drink myself into a coma...but you can use your hard earned cash,” little twat waffle made money on every damn thing that happened in this sodding castle. Probably had some sort of pool going with some person as to which house the new girl went after first, and another pool going as to whether she was into men or woman. Smart, but that was sort of required, for who they were.

At least, this year, there was nobody here to monitor what they ate. Which. Of course. Was something he was taking advantage of. Something about developing one's own line of designer drugs, it brought about the munchies. Munchies and then some. Which, normally would have been great so that he could indulge himself in baked goods over this full breakfast table. People milling about, talking about bullshit and more than a few heads lifting as he walked past to nod at him in cool guy greeting fashion, which, he was obligated to nod back, all the while in the middle of his tirade. If only he could figure out a way, to smoke inside of these halls, he really would feel like this place was his kingdom. He wasn't the most popular. He wasn't the best with the women, or the smartest, or whatever, but he was very good at what he did. Very good at making things, opiates, uppers, downers, and people. He was good with people. Liked people, even if he tended to be dickish. Was usually diskish. Assholish.

Joel plopped down in the seat next to the red headed woman, adjusting the way his cardigan was hanging over his person as he did so. He wasn't stupid, he knew that his shirt wasn't allowed on the school grounds – he just didn't care. He didn't really care for cardigans, but it did irritate Evan, and that was always a plus. Muriel plopped himself down on the other side of the newbie, between the two of them, they were surrounding her, sitting just a little bit too close. His best friend and fellow teammate, and himself. “Hey there pumpkin,” he reached over and grabbed a bit of food off of her plate without asking, without hesitation and a bright smile. “Why is it that we haven't spoken before? We can help one another out, you know?” He leaned forward, bumping her shoulder with his chest. He never really had been much of one for personal space. Anybody here who knew him, even those that didn't, could tell her that. He was pretty harmless, all in all. “Make any friends yet?” he motioned to the two of us, “besides us, obviously.”

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[Brooklyn Mancini]

Brook sat at the long table by herself and pushed the food on her plate around with the fork, as she leaned her face on the other hand. She was tired. So very tired. The amount of sleep she was getting had dropped to as little as possible to still remain a functioning human being. Every other moment was spent either trying to find her way around this blasted school or doing some type of school work in one of three places, her bed, the common room, or the library. As soon as it felt as though she was making headway, another load would be dumped on her during the next class. Maybe she would just close her eyes for a minute. Just rest her eyes until the end of breakfast. She wasn’t feeling very hungry anyway. She rarely ate breakfast after all; if she ate too close to the time she woke up she would be sick all morning. Just coffee. She could live on that until lunch time. She had food piled up on her plate anyway though. Would hate to worry anyone, she’d been there done that. Didn’t particularly fancy her sister hovering around because she wasn’t eating one meal. She snacked anyway, more than she should, but. Whatever. Should have slept through breakfast. That wasn’t going to help her meet people though. Breakfast was a time to socialize and make friends, but she was too tired for that right now. Ren wasn’t having any trouble, chatting away with other people in her house. That was good though, then Brook didn’t have to worry about her as much. She felt a weight drop into the seat next to her, practically on top of her, then another on the other side. Awesome, that felt foreboding.

"Hey there pumpkin.” Pumpkin? Her eyes snapped open. Was that a jab at her hair? She bristled, clenching and unclenching her jaw. She glanced to both sides quickly, she felt a little boxed in. A hand reached out and grabbed food from the plate she wasn’t eating off of. Who the fuck? She turned her head, not really in the mood for whatever this was. If they thought they could pick on the new girl then they had another thing coming. She looked over to fully see who it was that had decided to bother her. She blinked once at the boy sitting to the side of her. Damn. He was pretty. Her eyes moved over him quickly; definitely pretty. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t punch him if it came to it, however. She fully believed that she could take both of them. “Why is it that we haven’t spoken before? We can help one another out, you know?” His chest bumped her shoulder, barely jostling her, and her eyebrows rose minutely. That was forward. She didn’t move back at all though, still feeling pretty sandwiched between them. Now there was a thought. She pulled her mind back from the gutter to answer him. “Because I’ve only seen you twice, maybe? In passing? Not enough time to talk. Oh, is that so?” That sounded sketchy at best, though she would listen to what he had to say. She liked making connections. “Make any friends yet? Besides us, obviously.” Oh, they were friends now, were they? She smiled for a moment, amused. “Um, sort of?” She’d been here for a week. Generally, one didn’t make friends that fast. She knew the girls who slept in the same room that she did and that was about it. And she used the term “knew” very lightly.

She nudged her plate gently in his direction, hoping he would eat more off of it. She didn’t want it. Then she picked up her coffee and sipped at the hot liquid, burning her lips slightly. She turned her head to look over to the other boy, giving him a small smile as well. Friendly, she could do friendly. Especially if she finished her coffee soon. She would still be sleepy, but that wasn’t really an issue that she wasn’t used to to some degree. Wouldn’t want to be that bitchy new girl. She turned back to the boy that had spoken to her originally. “You said something about helping each other?”

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[Joel Foster]

Aww, slutty little pumpkin. She looked so perturbed by their presence. He wasn't surprised a lot of people were perturbed by his presence. He never let it get him down though. He was optimistic to a fault. He'd heard that he was an 'acquired' taste, he just didn’t care. The grin never faltered from his face, never lessened even as he looked around her and winked at his best friend, for no reason whatsoever. He was impressed that she wasn't attempting to make herself smaller, or just outright leaving. She looked like she was sizing him up, if anything, which he found amusing. Then again, he found everything amusing. She was new, and nobody really knew anything about her, and he wasn't sure if that was on purpose or not. It was rather known that those in the house she had been placed in weren't exactly friendly, or welcoming, or even slightly nice. They didn't like newcomers and they tended to stick to their own. It wasn't an issue for them. It was just better that way, but since she was technically one of theirs now..they must not have had houses like this at whatever school she had transferred here from. “Because I’ve only seen you twice, maybe? In passing? Not enough time to talk. Oh, is that so?” Joel shook his head. That just wasn't going to do. “Excuses pumpkin butt, I will not accept that,” his voice dripping with sugar, she might think he was insulting her, but really it was just how he spoke. Would continue running down the long, long....long list of nick names he had in his head until he found the one that bothered her the most, and that was what he was going to stick with. Maybe it was a feature, maybe it was comparing her to a barnyard animal, he couldn't be sure yet...he would get there. His words held no difference in inflection from one to the other regardless. All even, all flowing quickly from his lips. “Um, sort of?” “Sort of friends sugar tits? How does that happen?” He leaned forward as if he was honestly concerned for her, his weight supported by his hands on his thighs, more than a little in her personal space.

As the plate scraped across the table toward him he leaned backward once more, speaking to his bestie, “See, she's the giving type” drawing out every syllable like it could mean something more and tossing a caper in his direction with an overly cute flick of his wrist, and cooed whenever Muriel caught it expertly in his mouth. “You said something about helping each other?” “Yeah baby, I see you're hugging on that coffee....” he let his glance drop and popped a strawberry into his mouth, and ran his eyes up her crooked arm until he could see her face once more. “What if I said I could help you with that?” his expression turned more serious than it had been before, as he patted the pocket of his cardigan. It was a risk moving in so quickly, but he needed to get a feel for her either way. His legs spread slightly further apart until his chest was pressed up against her arm, “Just cuz we're friends and all,” he flicked his gaze over to Muriel who pushed himself up on her other side as well. To her, maybe it was strange....but she had only been here a week. To anybody else in the whole damned great hall...sadly teachers included, this wouldn't look weird for these two whatsoever. Framing her like they knew her. He didn't want to risk just sliding the tab into her pocket, she might turn them in, she might be a nark. He didn't much care for narks. His knee pushed into Muriel's behind her, and could almost reach one another in front of her, but her legs were longer than most of the other girl's here. Making an affectionate noise he leaned into the other man's knee “Baby, not here,” he teased, rubbing his knee against the other, giving her time to think.

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[Brooklyn Mancini]

“Excuses pumpkin butt, I will not accept that.” She wasn’t sure whether to feel offended or not. Her lips formed the words pumpkin butt, and she shook her head. Well apparently, it wasn’t about her hair. Her ass wasn’t that big, was it? She didn’t think so. Jeans fit a little more snugly on her than her sister, sure but still pretty normal. “Sort of friends sugar tits? How does that happen?” She snorted at the silly name, before lifting her hand to cover the lower half of her face. Snorting wasn’t very ladylike and image was apparently very important in this house. Had to be better. And he had leaned even closer, close enough at this point that she could smell whatever cologne or deodorant he was wearing; good thing she wasn’t claustrophobic or anything. Still not actively touching her though. She thought that that would be next. “See she’s the giving type.” Oh that sounded, not very good at all. She felt him move again, but wasn’t going to turn, hadn’t had enough coffee to care yet. She couldn’t see exactly what they were doing, but they were making cutesy noises towards each other, as if she wasn’t even sitting between them. Boys were so effin strange. At least that hadn’t changed from one continent to another.

“Yeah baby, I see you hugging on that coffee.” Her lips thinned at that pet name. She hated to be called baby under any circumstances. Hard pass. Call her just about anything else and it would be cool. She looked down at her coffee for a second, before lowering it to the table, a weakness. A delicious weakness. She practically felt his eyes scrape up her arm until they had reached her face again. “What if I said I could help you with that?” She lifted an eyebrow and looked at him. That was an ambiguous offer. Her eyes dropped down to where his hand hit the pocket of his sweater lightly. Oh. Oh it was that kind of offer. She tilted her head and one side of her mouth quirked up momentarily. He was totally a drug dealer. Awesome. He scooted even closer to her, his legs widening around her. She leaned away as his chest bumped her arm, but her other side collided with his friend on the other side so she returned to sitting straight up. “Just cuz we’re friends and all.” She patted his thigh fondly, this was kind of fun actually. They reminded her of some of the guys she spent time with during the summers at home. “Good, friends is good.” She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, giving him a smile that was equal parts threatening and sweet. “Don’t call me baby again.” She was a little surprised when he didn’t move back at all. But, considering how much he was invading her own personal space she supposed that she shouldn’t have been surprised.

She leaned back from him and picked her cup back up. Did she trust him enough to take whatever he was offering? Well, trust was the wrong word. Perhaps the better question would be was she feeling adventurous enough. They were doing something weird behind her again. “Baby, not here.” So strange. If they moved any closer, she would have genetalia rubbing her hips on both sides, that was a bit personal for this being the first time she had talked with the two of them. “And I’d say I was intrigued, but I’d want details first. The what, the how much, you know? Not my first time.” She sipped from her coffee that was still much too hot, closing her eyes and humming lightly as she swallowed, caffeine. “But better talk fast, before I finish my coffee and I’m good to go.” She cracked the eye closest to him and raised an eyebrow, smirking at him while the rim of the cup rested against her lips.

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[Joel Foster]

Joel had never taken the time to make sure that he fit the mold of a Slytherin. He knew why he had been placed where he was, though he had joked sometimes that he and his brother had really just switched and gone to one anothers houses. Though, he did like to think that he got along with all of the members in his house pretty well, Better than logically, he should have. He was just about the only one who seemed to communicate with Evan on any real level, he knew because people kept coming to him and asking him to tell Evan things. Though, of course he got along with Muriel the best of all, they were practically the same being, though Muriel was so much more handsome than himself. The boy who he was currently pretended to be more interested than the female that was currently sandwiched between the two of them. Though, really, he was paying attention to her, he paid attention to just about everything that he found interesting. Currently, that was her and the way that her face was crinkling at the name baby. Oh it was the cutesy names. Not the ones that objectified her or made light of her weight but the ones that implied she was infantile or overly cutesy. His grin creeped a little wider, good to know.

At least the whole physical thing wasn't an issue. The way she patted his thigh like they were in fact, friends, or something else but it didn't bother him. Either way. “Good, friends is good.” Good because she was interested in his offer? Because she knew just what he was implying? He knew that stuff like this was more common across the water, easily accessible or something but he was willing to guarantee, willing to stake a whole hell of a lot on the claim that what he had to offer her, was a whole hell of a lot better than anything she had ever had before. She did seem like the type, who had tried some of the things before. Worldly, and whatnot. As she leaned forward he grinned, trying not to laugh about the fact that Muriel was squeezing his knee suggestively, in a wordless conversation about her actions and what they could mean but Joel didn't flinch. Didn't pull away from her face as his eyes glanced down her nose and back up again. “Don’t call me baby again.” He chuckled instantly, “Okay kitten,” he could come up with a million and one variations of the word baby, and would no doubt slip a baby or two in the process...just to see. Besides, he had always liked cats, and he was starting to like her very much. He could see a very lucrative future ahead of them. Mutually beneficial.

“And I’d say I was intrigued, but I’d want details first. The what, the how much, you know? Not my first time.” Ah, he had called it. Like the way her spine straightened just that much more to seem likes he was the one playing him. There was no tricks here, just an exchange of goods. “But better talk fast, before I finish my coffee and I’m good to go.” He nodded, reaching inside of the vest of his cardigan and pulling it forward like a little cape, fingers pushing into one thing and another, hiding his face from view while he gathered a couple of goods for her, and sealed it all inside of a very small zip lock bag. Hiding it expertly in his palm, pinched between two fingers he reached forward and tucked it right down into the cleavage of her dress, pushing her scarf out of the way and then putting it back. “First time's on the house baby...doll,” He nodded and winked “It's really the best way to do business I've learned. Of course, they do different things...whenever you want more, and you will, you know where to find me.”

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[Brooklyn Mancini]

“Okay kitten.” She rolled her eyes but let it slide. Kitten she could deal with she supposed, still not her favourite but it didn’t repulse her as much as baby. She was just going to have to figure out some nickname to call him as well then. At some point anyway. Perhaps after she had hung out with him a time or two more, since they were friends now and all. She would think of something. She felt their knees press into her from behind again and a hand slide from one knee to the other. She attempted to subtly move forward and inch or so, so that they were free to do whatever it was that they were doing to each other without involving her as much. It was very strange to be so all over each other while she was sandwiched between them. Especially considering that they hadn’t even really introduced themselves, just appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

She watched him nod and look down and start fiddling around. She turned her head to the boy sitting on the other side of her, nodding her head up once, unsure if it would translate the same here as it did in the states but doing it anyhow. She turned her head back to look at him as his fingers grazed the skin of her chest. Hey now, she was friendly, but that was another matter altogether. His fingers dipped below the neckline of her dress and she felt them pressing something small into her cleavage. Oh, that was…one place to hide something she supposed. How did he know that she wasn’t the type to slap for something like that? She blinked for a moment as he adjusted her scarf back to where it belonged before laughing quietly as she looked down to her coffee with a small shake of her head. “Alright then.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs in the other direction. “First time’s on the house baby...doll.” She raised an eyebrow as he paused before adding the second half of the word. Toeing a line there. “Well, thank you then.”

“It’s really the best way to do business I’ve learned. Of course, they do different things...whenever you want more, and you will, you know where to find me.” That didn’t really answer any of her questions but alright then. She liked presents after all, and didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “Such confidence? That’s rather exciting.” She would have to make sure she got ahead of schedule on her workload so that she could see exactly what they did, try one or two this weekend maybe. And of course she knew where to find him, they were in the same house, they lived in the same part of the castle so she could literally walk to his room at any point if she needed to. She finished her coffee finally, glad because it was starting to get too cold for her to drink. She set the mug down on the table in front of her, adjusting the scarf and the front of her dress a little, mostly making the little bag sit a little more comfortably in her cleavage until she could move it somewhere else. He leaned in again and she tilted her head to look at him from the corner of her eye; she did not expect to feel his tongue run up the side of her face, stopping to give her a peck on the temple as he rose to leave. A small squeak left her mouth and her hand moved to rub at her face as she turned to watch him leave.

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