Slytherin Quidditch Practice

"That's what I'm doing, aren't I? I don't think any have hit you," Dee says with an angry glint in her eyes. "Yet, that is," she mumbles angrily.

"Why should I? She's not the bitchy one." He said with a glare to Regulus and ignored Dee as he flew around some more and yelled at Cormac.

Regulus shrugged. "He does have a point, you know. You really can be a bitch. Er, not that I can really say that," he said with a sheepish grin at Dee.

Dee shrugs. "I'm not denying it. Bitch is my middle name, didn't you know?" She just rolls her eyes at Marcus, who is a spare, just like Cedric.

Regulus looks mildly amused and decides to follow Dee around because he's bored and doesn't really want to bother with the snitch at the moment because he'd just have to let it go and catch it again until practice was over. "Tolga know quite how bitch you are yet, or are you saving that for a surprise?" he laughed, then ducked as Dee swung her bat to hit a bludger.

Marcus see's her little eye roll at him and laughs slightly. "You know Dee, you're a lot more fun when you're drunk." he said coldly because she is a downright bitch when she isn't drunk and he flew off to go score some goals.

"I haven't actually talked to him in weeks," Dee replies with another shrug. "It's not like I have time for boys anyway, even if one did end up liking me. I usually scare them off within the first five minutes." She raises an eyebrow at Marcus' comment. "I am? I was under the impression that I was even worse." She remembered picking fights with Penny and Snape, but it was a little fuzzy.

"Aw, that's a pity. You guys would've been a great match," he said, then raised a brow at Marcus' comment. "Since when did you get drunk around Marcus?" he asked with amusement.

He glanced back at her. "Yes. You are. You're not so pissy." He calls back to her.

"I dunno," Dee says, scratching her head in confusion. "At one of the parties, I suppose." She smacks a bludger towards the ground, away from the chasers. "Really. Flint? That's funny. I seem to remember picking a fight with your whore of a girlfriend," she retaliates. "I'd call that pissy."

"The first time I was with you when you were drunk." He said with a light laugh. "That time you were pretty fun." he said with a wink and shook his head. "And the whore...she's not my girlfriend....not anymore."

Regulus looked up in surprise, not having really been paying attention to other people's lives. "Oh? When'd that happen?"

Marcus looked over at Reg and was not sure if he was talking to him or not. But he answered anyway. "Few days ago. She's too bitchy and annoying."

Regulus blinks. Bitchy and annoying. If that was enough to kill a relationship, why the hell hasn't Viktor dumped him? It must be the blowjobs. Mhm. "Oh. That's... nice, I guess," he says, not really sure how to react to that.

Dee smiled. That was good for Millicent. She hoped Illie would be able to get her man now that she had a new body, even if the man in question was a total prat. She swoops in from behind Marcus and hits the bludger away from his skull.

And then Marcus flew around a bit, thinking about Millicent and how wonderful she is. He couldn't wait to see her again and he got a little dazed and almost ran into Dee. Quickly turning out of the way before he hit her.

Regulus is not thinking abut Jiggly Illie. He is thinking about snitches. And broomsticks. No, not the dirty kind. Regulus likes quidditch. I miss when he was on the pitch like... every day. So does he, for that matter, hence why he is simply enjoying his quidditch and not at all thinking about Ms. Liposuction.

Since the other pitch is taken, I'll put us here.

Regulus leads Lucius out to the pitch, broom in hand. "... Shit. I'm an idiot. I forgot to get you a broom too. I could go run back and get it if you want," he suggested, realizing what the other option would be, and how that had gone with Gellert- nearly crashing into a tree and dying. Oops.

"Oh. Right," he said, trying not to smirk because he's thinking of that option too. Though, at least Lucius knows how to fly a broom unlike some blondes. He sighs and looks back at the castle. "That's a long run..."

Regulus shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. Though I warn you, the last time I gave flying lessons on my own broom, it did not go well, to put it lightly," he laughed. "It's up to you, really, I don't mind."

"Lessons?" He laughed. "You think I don't know how to fly, do you? I am a Malfoy after all," he said smugly as if he wasn't going to one day teach his son, Draco, how to hold his broom the wrong way...

"Hey, I didn't know, I don't make assumptions anymore, I'd have guessed Grindelwald could fly too, you know," he said with a laugh. "Well, what will it be? If I'm gonna run back I should do it now," he said, twirling the broom in his hands.

Lucius' eyes watch the broom twirl between Regulus' fingers and looks up at his face. "Well, like I said, it's a long run. I'd hate for you to have to do it, and I'm certainly not running anywhere. I'm small. I'll fit," he teases because as ripped as Lucius is, he's quite slender and not big and manly like Viktor.

"Small? Hardly," he teased, twirling a lock of Lucius' hair around his finger. Alright then, get on behind me," he said, mounting the broom and waiting for Lucius.

Lucius laughed and mounted the broom behind Regulus, positioning himself nice and close before wrapping his arms around Regulus. He grins and rests his head on Regulus' shoulder before they take off. "Well, this is nice," he said sounding quite cheerful. "See? Who needs two brooms anyway? I'm quite comfortable like this."