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773. When you walk into the Ravenclaw dorms you can expect literally anything, though most will claim it's just an organized chaos. Mostly it's very messy space with various drafts, musical instruments, books, paintings and schemes mixed on the floor together.

ryleeisdead  asked:

'And what would a fine lady such as yourself be doing in a dirty establishment such as this?' You turn to look at the speaker, and see a young but rough looking man standing behind you, smirking. You roll your eyes, smiling a little to yourself, before turning back to the bar. 'And what's a ruffian like you talking to a fine lady like me?' His curiosity was justified as you were clearly a higher class woman and the bar was in the slums of London, however teasing him a little seemed fun.

special request by @ryleeisdead ! ((I normally keep it to just Jacob’s response, but I made this into a mini-story for you c; ))

     “Ruffian? Love, I may be a little rough around the edges but I can assure you I’m most certainly the most agreeable man in this establishment.”

The man’s coy smirk matched the playful glint to his eye- and he didn’t hesitate to slip into the spot next to the noblewoman, his gaze not once leaving her form.

“And you said it best- a fine lady gather’s the attention here indeed, and said lady may have acquired the wrong attention had she not been so lucky for me to come along when I did.” 

The game was on. Almost instantly, the woman released a curt giggle at such a response, her lips holding a ghost of a flirtatious smile as she finally permitted the man her attention as she turned to him.

“You flatter yourself, my good sir. You think I come here ignorantly?” The high class woman toyed, her elbow resting against the bar as she daintily rested her cheek in her hand. Her painted lips never ceased in displaying the teasing smirk that dare say rivaled his own.

“Truthfully, I was hoping so- as then I could have easily persuaded you to come sit with me. How else would a damsel stay safe in such a place?” Jacob shot right back, even winking as he spoke the last of his words. It was clear her was merely playing her game, and playing it well, not serious in the slightest as he too leaned against the bar- and perhaps strategically leaned in a hair, allowing her to smell the cozy and warm musk that intermingled with a hint of alluring spice and alcohol around him. 

“Well, I wouldn’t know, as I am no damsel, but- you are in luck, as I was looking for the company of someone quite agreeable… “ The lady spoke, almost seeming to know exactly what he was up to as she strategically licked her now glistening lips. She had to make an effort in not allowing her flirtatious grin to spread wider at noticing the dark haired man instantly glance at the plump pucker she made, rubbing the makeup more into her coy smirk. 

“Well, in that case-” Jacob began, before hopping off the bar seat with that same mischievous glint never leaving his hazel hues. She was good- but he was better. His calloused fingers gingerly took the awaiting hand of the woman, bringing her knuckles up to his lips where he politely kissed them. She slowly stood from her own seat, her drink in her other hand as it was obvious she was more than happy at the man’s attentions, allowing her hand to linger in his grip as his charming gaze locked with her own. Almost instantaneously, she found herself caught in a daze as she stared into the man’s golden irises.

Jacob Frye, at your service.

His voice was deep and masculine, but still so smooth and charming. If it weren’t for the fact that she wanted to keep their little game going, she might have found herself slipping further into the trap his dashing good looks offered. She blinked, finally slipping her fingers from his own as she stepped away, keeping her cool as she threw a clearly flirtatious smirk over her shoulder.

A pleasure- and once again, Mr. Frye, you flatter yourself. I have not the slightest idea where I may have given you the impression it was yourself I was referring to…” The woman playfully trailed off, her heels clacking against the wood as she glanced forward, clearly going to find a more private area to sit.

Oh, you are a relentless little bird, aren’t you?” The man muttered under his breath, his smirk growing tenfold as he didn’t spare a moment to trail after the woman. Oh, yes, he was not about to let her win this game. She may have been the most interesting and enthralling woman he had ever met, 

     …and he was most certainly not about to let her slip through his finger by any means…

Compliments I’ve Gotten That Are Very INTP-Esque
  • “Your handwriting looks like a scientist’s writing.”
  • “I feel like I’m sitting in a lecture hall listening to the ‘really cool professor’ get off topic.” (Just after I told someone to wait while I collected my thoughts, to then continue explaining something.)
  • “How are you not a famous scientist yet.”
  • (I get a lot of scientist-related compliments)
  • “I can tell when you start thinking seriously about something; it’s like I can literally see the gears turning in your head!”
  • “I like hearing your stream of thought.”

How to Pronounce les Amis’s names (and Co)

I thought I’d make this quick video in case you guys were still wondering “how the hell am I supposed to pronounce all these weird names?!”. I’ve let Marius’s name out because it’s really well pronounced in the movie so you’re covered ;)

If you’re wondering “who the f is Rebecca?”, she’s the lovely runner of permets-tu-not-permettez-vous and also part time les Mis wine mom and I highly recommend to go and follow her

Hope that cleared some things up and maybe I’ll make more if you want me to, I don’t know you tell me. Have a lovely day!