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Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - March 23, 2018
March 22nd, 1888 — Hogwarts Library
There was only so much studying that one could do before they got bored. Such was the case right now. Luckily, Rupert happened to be sitting with one of his friends that he felt free to be more true to himself with. There was a little game that they liked to play and now seemed a fine time. Settling his book in a way that would make it look like him and Lestrange were just discussing an assignment quietly, he turned to his friend.
Last time, they had done Quidditch captains. This time, he thought that they'd do student staff - present company excluded, of course. "Miss Backus and the head boy and girl. Crucio, Imperio, Avada Kedavra, who would you use which on?" Rupert said, personally feeling that Mister Whitledge should feel somewhat honored to have shown up in their little game twice thus far.
Kristoffer Lestrange
Last time, they had done Quidditch captains. This time, he thought that they'd do student staff - present company excluded, of course. "Miss Backus and the head boy and girl. Crucio, Imperio, Avada Kedavra, who would you use which on?" Rupert said, personally feeling that Mister Whitledge should feel somewhat honored to have shown up in their little game twice thus far.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - April 10, 2018
Kristoffer's mouth stretched into a smirk that had nothing to do with the Transfiguration reading laying out on the table before him.
Bingham's question was a much more better use of brainpower than the tedium of conjuring spells. Not that it required a great deal of deliberation on Kristoffer's part: not when there were such unlikeable specimens on offer. "Easy," he said almost instantly, sitting up straighter but keeping his tone low. "First, get rid of the riff-raff: Avada little Miss Backus." Not only was she the especially insufferable sort of do-gooder Hufflepuff, she was also plain plebeian scum. "Next, Crucio Whitledge, preferably with an inch of his life." Speaking of insufferable. Who'd need Crucio? Whitledge was the sort of person you'd happily throttle with your bare hands. "And Imperio Miss Midford," he added, offhand - probably into bed with me, he implied in a look, since she was fairly unobjectionable; though it'd always be useful to have the Head Girl on side.
"You?" Kristoffer asked while he considered who to throw in the mix next, wondering if Rupert agreed.
Bingham's question was a much more better use of brainpower than the tedium of conjuring spells. Not that it required a great deal of deliberation on Kristoffer's part: not when there were such unlikeable specimens on offer. "Easy," he said almost instantly, sitting up straighter but keeping his tone low. "First, get rid of the riff-raff: Avada little Miss Backus." Not only was she the especially insufferable sort of do-gooder Hufflepuff, she was also plain plebeian scum. "Next, Crucio Whitledge, preferably with an inch of his life." Speaking of insufferable. Who'd need Crucio? Whitledge was the sort of person you'd happily throttle with your bare hands. "And Imperio Miss Midford," he added, offhand - probably into bed with me, he implied in a look, since she was fairly unobjectionable; though it'd always be useful to have the Head Girl on side.
"You?" Kristoffer asked while he considered who to throw in the mix next, wondering if Rupert agreed.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - April 15, 2018
Rupert chuckled in response to Lestranges words, finding himself in agreement with those choices. He had a strong visual preference for blondes though and it would be such a shame to deprive the world of one. "I would Avada Whitledge and Crucio Backus. I like blondes," he said with a shrug. "Miss Midford is preferable to the Hufflepuff of course." She was upper class at least, even if she was a halfblood.
"Your turn," he said, wondering who the other boy would come up with.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - April 26, 2018
Well, fair enough, Kris thought, with an appraising nod. Backus and Whitledge - torture one, kill the other, what did it really matter? It worked either way. In fact, it was rather sad that - in the point of the game - one had to decide at all: obviously, it would be more fun to just try both.
Theoretically, of course. Just a game. He wasn't planning on getting expelled, let alone shunted off to Azkaban for that.
That didn't make the game any less fun, however. "Blondes, hmm?" Kris answered, drumming his fingers on his book in devious thought. He didn't care overly for blondes himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't cater to Bingham's preferences to make it a harder choice. "How about this, then," he said, leaning in so no one overheard, "Madam Sykes, Madam Bennett, and..." He glanced around, at a loss, and then spotted someone who was blond, at least. The librarian fellow. He'd have to do. "Mr. Bennett." (He wasn't a relation to the Ravenclaw matron, was he? Kris had never considered it. Probably not; Madam Bennett was a halfblood.)
Theoretically, of course. Just a game. He wasn't planning on getting expelled, let alone shunted off to Azkaban for that.
That didn't make the game any less fun, however. "Blondes, hmm?" Kris answered, drumming his fingers on his book in devious thought. He didn't care overly for blondes himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't cater to Bingham's preferences to make it a harder choice. "How about this, then," he said, leaning in so no one overheard, "Madam Sykes, Madam Bennett, and..." He glanced around, at a loss, and then spotted someone who was blond, at least. The librarian fellow. He'd have to do. "Mr. Bennett." (He wasn't a relation to the Ravenclaw matron, was he? Kris had never considered it. Probably not; Madam Bennett was a halfblood.)
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - June 2, 2018
“Mm,” Rupert hummed lazily in confirmation. He didn’t think much on the fact that a major reason blondes struck his fancy was the fact that his friend St. Claire was a blond. And he was very partial to St. Claires aesthetic. That was it, there was no other reason. At least that was what he often thought to himself.
“Oh, this is a hard one,” well, when it came to the two women anyway. Mister Bennett wasn’t particularly interesting but Madam Sykes was quite striking. Madam Bennett was also striking and Rupert thought she was tolerable enough. “Avada Mister Bennet. Crucio Madam Sykes and Imperio Madam Bennet. Imagine all the things I could be getting her to say to the girls.”
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - June 5, 2018
Kristoffer had a rather hard time suppressing his cackling, at that. “ I expect I’d do the same, with the matrons in reverse,” he muttered gleefully. Imagine the power.
“Alright, give me a hard one now.” Kristoffer (though, as a horny sixteen-year-old boy who was also an asshole to most people he met, he wasn’t the sort to rule anybody out) preferred brunettes.
“Alright, give me a hard one now.” Kristoffer (though, as a horny sixteen-year-old boy who was also an asshole to most people he met, he wasn’t the sort to rule anybody out) preferred brunettes.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - July 7, 2018
A hard one, huh? Rupert thought long and hard about it. "All right, how about these three ladies from your very own house? Miss Leah Beauregard, Miss Sweetie Whitledge and Miss October Lynch"
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - July 24, 2018
"Ohhhh, good one," Kris drawled, leaning back in his chair to fathom it. Bingham had done him well with that. He propped his hand beneath his chin, screwing up his face into a musing look. Pity they weren't playing the strain of the game where screwing was an outright option - and pity again that he couldn't pick all three. Well. "Avada Miss Beauregard," he began, leaning back in to make sure his murmur would be heard; nothing against her, particularly, save her blood status (and the fact that he had long despised her cousin Owen). "Crucio Miss Whitledge." He shrugged; she was perhaps the most obnoxious of the three, although that was not in itself a fatal flaw, and if rumours rang true about her fraught sibling relationship with old Buttface, then she was doing the world a favour. And getting to Crucio the sister of one of the most insufferable people in the school was almost as good as the first scenario Rupert had put to him, in which he'd got to torture Whitledge himself.
"And that leaves Miss Lynch," Kristoffer said arrogantly, plainly smirking, "but I don't think I'd even need the Imperius Curse to get what I wanted from her." (She didn't obviously hate him, which meant, in his head, that she was basically wrapped around his little finger already.)
"And that leaves Miss Lynch," Kristoffer said arrogantly, plainly smirking, "but I don't think I'd even need the Imperius Curse to get what I wanted from her." (She didn't obviously hate him, which meant, in his head, that she was basically wrapped around his little finger already.)
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - August 2, 2018
Rupert waited to see what his friends responses would be, feeling satisfied at having come up with a bit of a stumper. He chuckled at the idea of Lestrange casting crucio on Miss Whitledge. He hadn't much personal encounters with her but from what he had been told, she was definitely the one that he would probably also crucio. It would also be interesting to see how Mister Whitledge would respond to one of his hundreds of sisters being tortured.
"Is that so?" Rupert asked when Lestrange stated that he wouldn't need a curse to get what he wanted from the Lynch girl.
"Is that so?" Rupert asked when Lestrange stated that he wouldn't need a curse to get what he wanted from the Lynch girl.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - August 11, 2018
"Oh yes," Kristoffer said, laying off the game for the moment just to gloat. "I think she'd be quite amenable," he said, nodding in slow deliberation. Or could be convinced in other ways. Not enough people in this world appreciated his charm the way they ought.
"What about you?" He muttered, deceptively casual - but feeling a prickle of competition all the same. Bingham didn't have everything Kris did - wasn't quidditch captain or anything yet - but that wasn't to say he was entirely out of luck. "Any blondes in particular you have your eye on?"
"What about you?" He muttered, deceptively casual - but feeling a prickle of competition all the same. Bingham didn't have everything Kris did - wasn't quidditch captain or anything yet - but that wasn't to say he was entirely out of luck. "Any blondes in particular you have your eye on?"
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - August 30, 2018
Interesting. Rupert wondered idly what other girls were secretly hussies hiding under respectable family names. As for that last question - once again. their mutual acquaintance was the person that immediately sprung to mind. But that was nothing. Right? Right.
"Always. Lots of blondes in this school," Rupert hedged. "Two of Whitledge's sisters are blond. The ones not in Slytherin, that is. And there's Rookwood." At least Rookwood was pureblood.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - September 9, 2018
Mmm. If Kristoffer happened to trust more in a Slytherin girl than those of any other house, that preference did not extend to Whitledge sisters. If one was comparing blondes, however, Rookwood wasn’t a bad choice.
“Miss Rookwood and one of the Miss Whitledges are dormmates with my sister, I believe,” Kris pointed out, as though that could prove an advantage somehow, and as though he took enough notice of his own sister on a usual basis to actually exploit that advantage. He’d say he could bully Frida into discreetly letting them up there, only he was well aware the castle had its own impediments to getting in the girls’ dormitories. Not that one needed to corner a girl in her own dormitory, obviously. A broom cupboard would probably do.
“Miss Rookwood and one of the Miss Whitledges are dormmates with my sister, I believe,” Kris pointed out, as though that could prove an advantage somehow, and as though he took enough notice of his own sister on a usual basis to actually exploit that advantage. He’d say he could bully Frida into discreetly letting them up there, only he was well aware the castle had its own impediments to getting in the girls’ dormitories. Not that one needed to corner a girl in her own dormitory, obviously. A broom cupboard would probably do.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Rupert Bingham - September 30, 2018
Rupert wasn't sure how Lestranges sister could be of any use. Speaking of, she seemed the sort that might be easy to talk into things. Not that he was about to share that opinion with her brother, no matter how dismissive his friend usually was about her. He was about to suggest another round of their little game when a prefect looked right at him. Well, other than the prefect he was sitting with, of course. "One of your more gung ho colleagues is looking our way," he drawled lazily as he went back to at least pretending to study.
RE: Wed, Bed, Behead: Rufer Style - Kristoffer Lestrange - October 7, 2018
"Motherfucker," Kristoffer muttered under his breath in disappointment, as he took Bingham's cue and started turning a page in his book more intently, going so far as to pick up his quill to at least pretend to be making notes. "I'll think of a good one for next time," he promised Bingham, shooting the suspicious prefect a murderous look and then pulling the textbook towards him in defeat. Who the hell studied in the library, anyway?