troublesome badger

pattyalder:

Wait, what? Since when? 

I thought that they had killer nun parties and everyone got absolutely wasted.

Not in those dresses love. 

They are a strictly no parties, sewing club and make handcraft cards kind of dresses

madamoiselle-charlotte:

Very nice… though it does make me wonder where you get all this alcohol. 

Ahhh whiskey… the hard stuff. 

Haven’t you learned not to ask questions with me? don’t ask, just drink. 

pattyalder:

I got into an argument with Antonin when he was drunk. He said that I was cheating on him, which I’m clearly not, and said that I was in love with Davey or something like that.

He called me other colorful names and we sort of broke up and I’m really not good with guys, hence my wanting to head on into the world of nuns.

Well, fuck that…But being a nun means you can’t drink. 

pattyalder:

My journey into nunhood, my good friend. What’s up with you?

A nun? What’s with that shit?

madamoiselle-charlotte:

ludovic-bagman:

Everywhere in my dorm. Theres a load under my bed, some in my trunk and there’s a bottle strategically placed in a boot. 

Well damn, Ludo. You went all out. Firewhiskey or the muggle stuff?

Bit of both…but the boot whiskey is mine all mine.

pattyalder:

I’m becoming a nun.

‘Sup Pat? 

madamoiselle-charlotte:

-laughs- And flying it high too. So where is this stash of glory? 

Everywhere in my dorm. Theres a load under my bed, some in my trunk and there’s a bottle strategically placed in a boot. 

madamoiselle-charlotte:

It’s done me well thus far… lets hope it doesn’t fail me yet. 

The party doesn’t start till we walk in. 

Just drink some more and hope for the best. We’re flying the flag for the wasted population of this school 

Nice. 

aurora—sinistra:

Yeah but it seems like not anymore. 

He’s not worth your time then, Mia.

aurora—sinistra:

Billius left without telling me.

Were you guys dating or something?

madamoiselle-charlotte:

-looks down at her middle- I’m sorry, liver. In advance. 

Now lets get this party started, shall we? 

Yeah you should apologise to it. 

We shall Charlotte Fontaine. 

aurora—sinistra:

He just fucked off…

What happened Mia?

madamoiselle-charlotte:

That’s the best kind of welcome back! Good thing I already apologized to my liver. -chuckles- 

Well you’re going to be apologising a lot more to it.

madamoiselle-charlotte:

ludovic-bagman:

I didn’t think I did, but I thought I’d double check. Away we go…

You know me too well. -laughs and follows him- 

Because nothing says welcome home like destroying your vital organs with overly excessive amounts of booze.

aurora—sinistra:

…Yeah, I’ve been one of their targets but I’m alright Ludo. Promise. 

Rora…Mia…No ones ever alright after those things. They fucked up this guy so bad once that people described him as a lasagne with teeth.