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[mundungus alfred fletcher]

Mundungus, as usual, was out and about. He found it beyond pathetic that people actually wasted their free time sitting the common room, gossiping, when they could be doing practically anything they wanted elsewhere around the castle. Were people that stupid in all of the houses, or was it simply a Hufflepuff thing? Dung didn't normally mind his house, he found most people his age were complete and utters sods, no matter what house they were in, but its reputation was something he could live without. Running a hand through his somewhat shaggy hair, Dung muttered, "Accio pack," under his breath, as his pack of cigarettes zoomed out of his pocket and right into his hand. Brilliant. Cracking it open and tossing the plastic wrapping on the ground, he made his way down the corridor, until finally reaching the door that lead to the courtyard. Curfew was in half an hour; but until then, Dung wasn't about to sit around in the dorm like some miserable idiot. He'd get in some fresh air, have a good smoke, and then head back to the kitchens at a fashionably late hour. It wasn't the most exciting evening, that was for sure, but at least it was something.

Flipping open the top of the pack, Mundungus' stubby fingers fumbled around with it for a moment, before finally managing to dig one of. Swearing profusely, Dung stuck the cigarette between tightly puckered lips, as he made his way outside and began to wander. He'd see couples pressed against buildings or rolling around in bushes, no doubt, but there was always the occasional weirdo that was out alone at this time of night. Stuffing the pack of cigarettes back in one of the huge pockets of his robes, Dung shook some orange hair out his eyes, before finally fishing his lighter out and lighting up. Inhaling slowly, he let the cigarette find its way in between his fingers, before removing it from his mouth and letting out a soft puff of smoke. He spent a few minutes this way- exhale after drag, then repeat- before glancing down at his watch and noticing he was late. Half of him was in the mind to go, get up, and make curfew, while the other simply didn't give a fuck. Shrugging, he plopped down on the stone of the courtyard, and let his legs sprawl out from under him. Fuck it.

[corilanne delaney muirne]

Rules weren't really something that Cori had ever cared much about. She tended to break them just to say that she broke them a lot of the time, because it was just too much work to care so much about what someone else had to tell her to do. Rules were meant to be broken. Cori's home life wasn't exactly the best, so being at Hogwarts was her escape to do just what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it. She didn't care about how much someone wanted her to follow their expectations, Cori didn't want to have to be someone she wasn't. That's exactly why she snuck out after curfew, why she wore combat boots around school, why she smoked or drank just because she could.

So, Cori slipped out of the common room just before curfew and headed toward the courtyard. It was usually empty around now, all of the disgusting couples back into their rooms instead of making out in every which corner. A petite hand slipped a cigarette out of her boot, where she kept her cigarettes and wand in most cases. Weird? Yeah, a little bit. But she really didn't care. Cori let it dangle from her lips, too lazy to light it just yet as she entered the courtyard. She hummed a bit, fiddling with the unlit cigarette. She spotted a rather familiar face, one of the boys that had gotten sorted into Hufflepuff the same time as her. He also happened to be someone that she had heard could get just about anything she needed. Of course that let curiosity lead her over to him. "Got a light?" she asked as she headed over to him, still fiddling with the cigarette.

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[mundungus alfred fletcher]

Resting his mop of gingery hair against the top of the stone wall, Dung inhaled slowly, before letting the thick puff of smoke escape from his lips. Though he was usually quite the people person, who enjoyed tricking people into buying things interacting with his fellow students, that wasn't to say that Mundungus didn't appreciate a good few minutes of quiet time. Especially now, at night. Swearing under his breath, Dung hastily shoved his lighter back into the pocket of his robes as he heard footsteps in the distance. Who the fuck was it? He didn't mind if a teacher came to scold him for being out so late, he could take that, but if a student was the one to interrupt his moment of peace- well, Dung would be pissed. Arching an eyebrow, he let his eyes flicker over the dark shadow, until they finally came into the light.

And then, of course, he was pleasently suprised as a highly attractive looking girl began to saunter over in his direction. Holy fuck. Who was she? And why the devil did she look like she was going to talk to him? Mundungus had his fair share of girlfriends, mostly girls who thought they'd be able to correct him and his insufferable ways, but none of them had been as fit as this one. Girls this pretty usually had enough sense to know that there was no point in even talking to someone like Dung. As she spoke, for a moment Dung found himself taken by suprise, and almost wanted to simply reach in his pocket and give her the lighter. Though he certainly wasn't intimidated by fit girls- because honestly, who would be intimidated by them?- he did have a bit of a speak spot for them. Forcing himself to remain completely impartial, Dung lazily raised his brow. "Depends. Got ten sickles?" Overcharging someone for an item as basic as a lighter? Yup, that was definitely good old Mundungus at his finest. He was proud of himself; he'd managed to maintain his pride amidst a slightly unordinary situation.. but fuck, she was still really fit.

[corilanne delaney muirne]

Cori wasn't the type to go for overpriced stuff. Mostly because she'd never had much money to begin with, so she tended to get the necessities, then just steal whatever she really needed. She hated all of the prissy rich girls who stole just because they thought they were badass. So many people didn't understand just how bad off others were, but Cori wasn't about to make herself angry by thinking about that. After all, there was a kid standing in front of her asking her for money. Was she going to give it to him? Hell no she wasn't, she'd rather jump in front of a bus than pay ten sickles for a light, when she had a pack of matches and a lighter hidden away in her boot neatly.

"Oh well surely you could just let me use it for free, just this once?" She stepped closer so that she was standing just inches from him, lifting one of her hands to lightly trail down his chest. "I promise I won't tell anyone that you didn't charge me," she whispered, standing on her tip toes momentarily so that her lips were nearly to his ear. Cori dropped down to her regular height, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. She lifted her cigarette to her lips and pouted a bit more, her free hand tracing small circles on the boy's shirt. Teasing was just one of those things that Cori knew well. She wasn't a whore by any means, but what kind of girl would she be if she didn't know how to manipulate a guy?

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[mundungus alfred fletcher]

Mundungus squinted, eying the girl in front of him quite skeptically. There was something about her- perhaps her rather rugged appearance- that made him feel that she was not to be trusted. Of course, a con-artist like Dung never trusted anyone, really, but the sight of her made her particularly uneasy. But just the same, he wasn't about to treat her any differently than he would treat anyone else, even though she was indeed fitter than the average girl. Instead, he just arched an eyebow in curiosity. Glancing down at her hand on his chest, Dung definitely didn't mind the way she was touching him, though he didn't quite know how to react to it, either. As much as he liked to think extremely fit girls were constantly throwing themselves at him, truth be told (though Dung would never admit to such), they simply weren't.

"Do you have any dignity?," Dung questioned in mild disgust, while eying her dubiously. In order to maintain his own dignity, he decided he wouldn't let her attractiveness divert him from the situation at hand, though it was proving to be somewhat difficult. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Dung rolled his eyes before pulling out the lighter and dropping it into her hands, while blowing a puff of smoke into her face. "It's okay- you can just pay me tomorrow. But there'll be interest, of course. Twelve sickles sounds about right."

[corilanne delaney muirne]

The fact that this guy wasn't budging was honestly a little surprising. Cori didn't like not getting her way, and she wasn't about to let him cheat her out of any of her money. "Says the scumbag who's trying to sell a lighter for a freakish amount of money." One of Cori's eyebrows arched at his remark, looking down at the lighter in his hand. She ignored the smoke being blown at her and simply took the lighter. "How 'bout I don't pay you, and say I did," she retorted, smirking and turning on her heel. Cori started to walk off, sitting herself down on one of the benches and lighting her cigarette.

There was no way that she was going to let some kid she didn't even know take that much money. She stared down at the lighter in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. With a soft sigh, she tossed the lighter into the grass and leaned her head back to look up, her cigarette back to her lips for a drag. She puffed the smoke out in little rings, watching them raise up and away from her.

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