young folks / SCORPIUS, ROXIE

[Dominique Weasley]

At around five in the afternoon, Dominique Weasley padded into the small kitchen of her apartment, having slept her day off through. She'd been out the night before, knocking back shots and getting tremendously drunk, and so she wasn't exactly looking her very best when she awoke. The t-shirt that she had thrown on the night before was enormously rumpled and the socks on her feet wrinkled, and she was wearing a particularly embarrassing pair of girl boxers that featured several cartoon cows on them, although for the life of her she could never quite figure out why. The remnants of the eye make-up she'd applied the previous night were still smudged on her face and her hair was stuck into a bun rather resembling a bird's nest, but, frankly, she couldn't care less. As far as she knew, she was alone - neither of her flat-mates appeared to be about, and it was often hard to miss them, as they were generally a loud pair. Stretching, she made her way straight to the fridge and flung the door open, sharp eyes travelling around the inside and seeing what she could make with the sparse amount of raw materials they had. "Looks like somebody needs to go shopping," she muttered darkly under her breath, rolling her eyes up to the heavens, before snatching up the half-empty carton of eggs and a packet that had two rashers left in it. It'd simply have to do. They were, of course, stocked up with chocolate and wine as well - as any decent apartment was - so, once she got her joke of a fry-up over and done with, she had back-up.

Yawning loudly, she began getting herself together to cook for herself, grouchily pouring oil on the frying pan. She was good at partying, but not so good at hangovers. The previous night was tremendously blurred, but she was almost ninety percent sure she nearly got into a fight with a guy well over six foot. With a shrug, and a smirk, she cracked the egg off the side of the frying pan and watched as it began sizzling, turning slightly and roaring over her shoulder, "If either of you two bitches are here, I'm hoovering up the entire contents of our fridge, and you can deal with it!" She was pretty sure they weren't, but now they couldn't blame her. Hell, she'd given them fair warning. Roxanne was probably off frolicking with Scorpius Sodding Smarmy Malfoy - her face screwed up in disgust - and Ricky could be absolutely anywhere. Perhaps at her mum's cafe. Or shagging someone. The list went on. It was difficult to know with someone like Ricky. 

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ooc. this is really crap, sorry! i'm still getting used to dom again...

[Roxanne Weasley]

Today was not Roxanne Weasley's day, not in the slightest. What had been planned as a nice evening out with her boyfriend, eating and strolling through muggle London, perhaps even convincing him to attend a film at the cinema, turned into Roxanne pouting and insisting that they return to the flat she shared with her cousin and best friend. It'd be a spur of the moment decision to move in with the two, and honestly, she'd spent so much time out, either with her boyfriend who visiting her mum that it was easier to say she lived in two spots at once. In her haste to get dressed that morning (she'd been running late, having spent all night blabbing with Ricky before Ricky'd left for work, and then staying up the rest of the night until Dominique had made her crash landing into the wee hours of the morning), Roxanne had forgotten her purse with her muggle money. On top of her forgetfulness, Roxanne was also dealing with an ugly jam stain after running into a rather bratty child in a café. All of that led her to her current predicament. 

Dragging Scorpius along, she talked him into accompanying her to her flat in order for her to change her top, and find her purse. She knew that Scorpius would protest until he was blue in the face - he'd often told her she was insane for her current living arrangements, but all she needed was five minutes. Besides, she didn't think Dominique would even be awake. The girl had come in like a tornado and had passed out. Forcing him up the stairs and to the flat, Roxanne unlocked the door, and dragged Scorpius inside, dragging her shirt over her head as she did (she was still clad in her bra). "Wait here," she instructed Scorpius as she walked towards the back of the flat and tossed her shirt on a dirty pile of clothes she'd have to beg her mum to wash later; she hadn't quite perfected the stain removal spell. "I'll only be a minute."


She was utterly oblivious to the fact that Dominique was in the kitchen, muttering obscenities and  cooking. 



ooc: she's left them to sort through some things while she looks for a change of clothing.  

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius had made a bigger deal out of having to call by Roxie's flat than was actually warranted. He wasn't really that bothered, but had huffed exaggeratedly (exaggeratedly enough to let her know he wasn't entirely serious) and told her that he couldn't take her anywhere, and then that he was convinced that the flat belonging to her, Dominique and Ricky Jordan was actually a portal to hell.

However, he found himself being abandoned just inside the door, as Roxie headed for her bedroom. After watching idly as she pulled her top off and disappeared (he only got a back view, but it was better than nothing), he stuck his hands in his pockets with another sigh, and glanced around to be met, through an open door, with the sight of one of his least favourite people stumbling around in the kitchen. He had been forced to spend quite a bit of time with Dominique Weasley recently, since they now played for the same Quidditch team, but he couldn't say that their relationship had really progressed at all. Roxie had made him promise to be nice, so nice he was, in as irritating way as possible, which was actually quite amusing, so he supposed he didn't dislike Dominique's company as much as he once had.

She didn't seem to have really registered him and Roxie coming in, so he glanced at the door Rox had disappeared though, decided that she'd be a few minutes anyway, and wandered over to the doorway into the kitchen. He did a slight double take when he realised what she was wearing, then grinned.

"Nice outfit, Weasley," he remarked, by way of announcing himself.

((OOC - Bleh, sorry it's shit))

[Dominique Weasley]

Dominique, yawning widely, tended lazily to her excuse for a fry-up, unaware of the fact that her flat had been infiltrated by one of the people she despised most in the world. This was partly due to the loud hissing of the frying pan, and partly due to the fact that she had put on the radio and it was blaring its most obnoxiously loud tune, a new single from a popular Wizarding band. Mumbling along to the lyrics, she returned to the fridge, wondering if it would be inexcusable to crack out the wine already. But, she supposed, one way to avoid hangovers was to stay drunk, and so she extracted the half-empty cheap bottle of wine from the fridge, nabbed a wine-glass from the cupboard, and poured it to the brim. White wine; she was strictly a white wine girl. Red wine she considered her most heinous enemy and would have nothing more to do with it.

Wine in hand, she ambled back towards the eggs, noting that they were nearly ready - she liked her eggs crispier than most other people did, however, so she'd give them a bit more time, until they were properly crackling, almost burnt, even. She was a fantastically good cook, and, if asked, could produce perfect fried eggs, but her own taste over-ruled this. She leaned her hip against the counter, one foot flung out and tapping an impatient rhythm. Even though she'd decided to wait for her food, she was going to be deeply impatient and irritable about the entire affair. Once her breakfast was ready, she'd nick the rest of the wine and a decent supply of chocolate and curl herself up on the sofa and watch a mindless horror film, or something with a fuck-ton of hot guys and ridiculous amounts of sexual tension and petty teenage drama. Something like that would fit the bill, today. Before she could have another impatient peek at the frying pan, however, someone spoke up from behind her.

Although for a split second she couldn't place the voice, annoyance shot through her body as she swiveled around at top-speed, her eyes narrowing into slits. Drawing herself up to her full height - which, admittedly, wasn't that tall - she glared ferociously at Scorpius Malfoy, Twat Extraordinaire, her fingers twitching towards the knife she must have left out on the counter from the evening before, after preparing food.

As quickly as her features had arranged themselves into fury, however, she tilted her head to one side, and she was suddenly directing a sugary smile towards him, although her words were dripping with poison: "Aw, thanks, Malfoy. I'll try not to get any blood on it when I brutally murder you." And, just like that the scowl was on her face again. "Seriously, are you stalking me or something? Every time I turn a goddamn corner, you're there." As though to underline her point, she knocked back about half of her glass of wine, grimaced slightly, and then reached over and poured herself some more, announcing, "I'm going to need a lot of booze to get through this."

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Her reaction was everything Scorpius had hoped. Winding Dominique up was one of those sports that, while dangerous, was too much fun to pass up. Much more fun than winding, say, Seb up, because Seb was far too predictable. Grinning, he surveyed the scene in more detail. There was only one reason someone would be standing in little more than their underwear frying food at 5pm, and that was that they were horrifically hungover. Which of course made the whole situation even more amusing.

His eyes flickered after her hand for a second, but seeing that she didn't actually pick the knife up, he returned to looking at her face. Not that he really thought she'd attack him with a knife - even Dominique Weasley wasn't that insane - and he'd actually have been a lot more concerned if she'd been going for her wand. Still, it was always best to be certain. He rolled his eyes at her words. Several sarcastic comments occurred to him as retorts, but no. Roxie would be back at any moment, and he was being nice.

"Well, there's no need to be like that," he said pleasantly. "No, I'm afraid I'm not stalking you - sorry if it seems that way. Though I think you might need a trip to St Mungo's if you're literally seeing me every time you go round a corner, because I'm pretty sure I'm not always there. I actually arrived with Roxie - you know, my girlfriend?" he said, in politely questioning tones, as if she might have forgotten that he and Roxanne were together. "She's just changing her top in her room." He glanced at the eggs in the pan behind her. "I think you might be burning something..."

[Dominique Weasley]

Quite potentially the most irritating thing about Scorpius Malfoy was the fact that he was horrendously polite to her. She wouldn't have much minded it if he was genuinely a rather polite person, but she very much did mind it because she was well aware he was doing it on purpose to wind her up. Which, of course, played right into his hands, thus aggravating her more. He was so smarmy - she'd said it once, and she'd say it again. Ever since their earliest days at Hogwarts, she'd looked down her nose at him, because he made her skin crawl. And now it was even worse, because they'd both managed to become reserves on the same Quidditch team, and he was in a relationship with her room-mate. And Roxanne wasn't only her room-mate; she was her cousin, meaning that escaping from Scorpius Malfoy was verging on impossible.

To say that Dominique was miffed was a massive understatement.

She didn't really listen to what he was saying, but her nostrils flared at his overly polite, pleasant tone of voice. Of all the smarmy, slimy gits. She knew his game. Acting all wholesome for Roxanne's benefit. Scorpius Malfoy was about as nice as - well, he was about as nice as she was, except she wasn't smarmy. "Okay, wow," she snarled, once he had finished talking and she'd curbed her burning desire to punch him on the nose, "I literally didn't hear anything you just said because I have a raging hangover and being in your presence is like having my eyes gouged out. Roxanne!" She shrieked, storming back over to the frying pan and turfing out her breakfast (or dinner, really, due to the time) onto a plate. She kept her grip on the frying pan, swinging around and holding it aloft, just so Malfoy knew that she was armed. "Get the blonde haired git out. Now." She tapped her toe impatiently on the ground for a couple of seconds, and then, because she didn't think she could stand still, she discarded the frying-pan into the sink, snatched her plate and sat herself down at the kitchen table, purposefully picking the seat facing Malfoy, so that she could stare him down as she ate. Practically shoving half of the fried egg whole into her mouth, she watched him with fierce, narrowed eyes, chewing deliberately.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius was getting more entertained by the minute, but he carefully hid his amusement, because he knew that staying calm and polite would annoy her even more. His issue with going into Roxanne's flat in general was that Dominique could potentially have an advantage over him on her own territory, and giving people an advantage over him was something Scorpius avoided doing when he could. At least at Quidditch practice, they were on neutral ground. However, in her current unhinged condition (not that Dominique Weasley was ever in a hinged condition, as far as Scorpius could tell), he felt that he was in a stronger position for the moment, even if she did decide to throw a frying pan at him.

Maybe he should come here more often.

"It might also have something to do with the volume you have the radio at," he suggested cheerfully, nodding his head at the thing. "It makes it quite hard to hear anything actually. Though I can still hear you no problem, so that's good - keep shouting." He gave her an encouraging smile, which remained on his face as she shrieked for Roxanne.

"Well, that's not very polite," he informed her mildly, still smiling as he watched her take a seat. He lounged against the doorpost and watched her as she ate. "You should try having a healthier lifestyle, you know. I'm sure it would help your Quidditch performance if you didn't have all that fried food and wine. I could help you draw up a health regime, if you wanted? Help out a team mate and all that," he added vaguely.

[Dominique Weasley]

"Oh, wow, Malfoy," Dom snarled. "I must have totally blanked when I asked you for your opinion. Oh, wait!" She snapped her fingers, a fake smile spreading itself across her face, although her eyes remained stormy and narrowed. "I didn't. Keep your opinions to yourself. And keep a distance from this flat next time," she threw a glower in the general direction of Roxanne's room. "I see enough of you during training. Like I said, every time I turn a corner, I get lumbered with some smarmy git."

How dare he stand there and look so mild, so totally unfazed by any of her hissed insults, by her venomous tone? This was why she didn't like him - his main purpose in life seemed to be acting like an infuriating git. That, and he really was an infuriating git. She was thoroughly sick of people insisting that dickheads like him had a softer, sensitive side underneath it all. Perhaps she wasn't the nicest person in the world - in fact, she conceded that she could be a downright cow at the best of times - but she didn't prance around and act like she was some massive enigma.

"You want to help me?" She repeated, her face totally impassive. "Move country. Move continent. Right now. Leave, and never be heard of again. That would help me. That, or stapling a health regime to your forehead," she tacked on in an undertone.