Tinsley didn’t really know her roommate all too well, but she knew enough to know that they probably enjoyed the company of others about the same…and that was none at all. Of course, she supposed they were both similar in the fact that they had select people that they could actually stand. Well, person…Tinsley had one person she could stand and that was her sister so she wasn’t even certain that counted. No, of course it counted. Thinking back, Tinsley supposed she was social enough, except that she really didn’t develop personable relationships with others unless it suited her and they hardly suited her. @cecilia was simply her roommate that she had to put up with, obviously. They shared a bloody dorm and sleeping corridors for the past few years. Tinsley wasn’t that terrible with people that she wouldn’t even socialize briefly with those in her own house on occasion.

“Sounds like the general consensus,” the brunette shrugged, smiling as she took a sip of her favored drink. “Luckily, only one year left then gone sweet gone,” she grinned, very much looking forward to bidding this school farewell as well as her home life, minus Sutton. “I was ready the day we came back,” Tinsley laughed lightly, shrugging. “Got hot plans over the summer?”

Turning their work into a challenge didn’t even surprise him, as it seemed to be something that they just enjoyed doing. Of course, it was something else that he would be beating her in but she would realize that soon enough. Obviously he would be able to sell more Quidditch supplies than she would ice cream—as it was bloody ice cream, after all, and someone could only by themselves probably one each time they went. He, on the other hand, could convince people to buy a hell of a lot of unnecessary bullshit each and every time that they came in. It almost seemed like it would be an easy victory, but he would at least give her a fighting chance. “True enough,” he replied, grinning. There were plenty of damn ways he could play dirty at an ice cream parlor. Hell, he could just say he found hair in his ice cream and no one would even want to buy anymore and she’d lose a room full of customers. And that was just the first idea that came to mind, as there were obviously a hell of a lot more out there. “As long as you can admit it, at least, but you won’t be winning so I suppose you’ll have to take advantage of me at another time—if you’re lucky.” In his mind, his win was as good as guaranteed at this point, but he would let her think that she had a chance. Well no, he probably wouldn’t, but only until she realized the truth for herself.

Evan didn’t know that he even contributed a bit to Slytherin winning the house cup, but he really didn’t care all that much either. Some people were competitive as shit and gave a damn in Slytherin, and a lot more of them just wanted to beat Gryffindor and did just enough to ensure that. But he wasn’t sure he had gotten a house point all year, so he clearly was not among that group. From @isabella's own lukewarm excitement, he knew that they were definitely on the same damn page about that. A smile grew across his face at her words, detecting the meaning immediately and shaking his head. “Keep dreaming, babe,” Evan replied, before hearing someone else speak to him. He glanced next to him to see Corey, and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “As ready as could be bloody expected,” he answered, since getting away from the school was welcomed but having to avoid his aunt all summer was a lot of damn work as well. “Got a job at Quality Quidditch, hanging out with this one,” he replied, glancing back over at Isabella with an amused smirk, noting that she was officially tuned out of the conversation, since he was pretty sure that she didn’t care for @corey all that much, “Other than that, not shit. You?”

”Yea… sure you do, Fischer…” He replied with a chuckle before watching him walk away and leading the girl into the hall. Trey hoped the bint would continue to do as she was bloody told. He could and would make her life hell if she didn’t. After he had her family where he wanted them it would be even easier as he would have a hand in how she was treated at home. She would get no reprieve if she slipped up. He watched as she sat down before casually striding back over to his own table.

He glanced over the other members and scoffed as his eyes went to Hurst and his slag. Honestly these blokes were fucking daft. Why the hell would anyone actually date if a bint was willing to give it up so easily. There was no bloody point to it as far as he was concerned. He dropped down beside @corey and catching the tail end of something Hurst was saying. He shook his head as he spoke of his slag before chuckling. The bloke was hopeless. ”What are you bints gossiping about now?” He joked with a smirk. Trey was friendly and typically didn’t make any enemies, but there would always be a few that disliked him, though he assumed jealousy was the main reason for it.

Corey should have just skipped the feast and grabbed something from the disgusting house elves, though he really didn’t like to be in their presence long. They were beneath him and were better at a distance, doing only their duty to the castle and that was servitude. The more he was in this great hall, the more he realized he bloody disliked nearly everyone that even spoke a word. Just glancing through the place, his eyes passed over the slags of the school who spent their time in idle gossip, contributing nothing to their conversations as they failed to recognize their place in this world. Then there were the pathetic blokes who had even allowed bints to fall so far from where they were meant, becoming the women of every damn relationship. The fact that there were blokes in this room that were eagerly wishing to wait on a bint hand and food was despicable and shameful, a knock on mankind. He moved his thoughts back to the current conversation as he reached over to grab something else to put on his plate, stuffing a roll into his mouth. “Got a job,” Corey repeated, shaking his head. “That’s a waste when you could be doing other shit,” he shrugged, leaving it at that. There was still hope, probably, in having Hurst actually live up to his snake pride instead of turning into one of those wasteful blokes. That was clearly brought on by a bloke dating only one bint, something fucking inevitable.

He ignored his statement about hanging out with Travers, not really understanding that in the slightest. Corey knew enough, though, to realize that voicing such strong opinions in the presence of females would do his reputation a bit of harm with how much the damn birds liked to chat about nonsense. “Well, I can guarantee I’ll be a bit busier than you,” he chuckling, glancing over at Travers who seemed to be ignoring the conversation, thankfully. It was doubtful, but at least she was holding appearances. The poor bloke really was forgetting what he was missing out on. “Just talking about who’s scoring more this summer. Leave it to the keeper to forget what scoring actually is,” he laughed, slapping Evan on the back good naturedly.

Other than the fact that she wouldn’t have classes to worry about and there would hopefully be less drama amongst the friends she had left, Isabella supposed there really wasn’t much to look forward to. She was thrilled she had a job and ready to work hard to start providing for herself even if her parents left her a lot…she wasn’t sure she wanted any of it. A part of her wondered if she’d be this adamant about making her own way through the world if her parents were still around. She figured it would have largely depended on her brothers. If her older brothers wanted to move out, she probably would have gotten an apartment with them as that was just the thing to do. They were all pretty independent and she was rather close to her brothers so it only made sense, really. She should have made more girlfriends this year as she would have certainly been allowed to sleepover there at the least. Somehow, she doubted she’d be allowed to have a sleepover with Evan anytime soon…if ever.

“I don’t need to win to take advantage of you; I’m fairly certain I’m quite persuasive when I want to be,” she argued softly, smirking. Yes, she was certain if anyone overheard their conversation they would be quite confused how in Merlin’s name they were still together and they would probably severely question if they actually cared about each other beyond physical needs. No matter, Isabella was quite confident in her belief that Evan did care about her more than any of that and she certainly cared about him more than that, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t joke about it on occasion. With two seconds of the added presence of not only Fischer but of the ridiculous Rudolphi, Isabella could already feel herself growing irritated though she ultimately fought to ignore whatever they were saying. She didn’t mind in the slightest that @evan was…friends…with Fischer or whatever, as they did share a bloody room, but she couldn’t stand either of those blokes. It was like every time they opened their mouths, they turned a bit more into larger dunces than prior to speaking. It was interesting that she was even able to stand them long enough at Quidditch practices and games; it was a miracle, really. The fact that @trey was now dating her old best friend after her old best friend cheated on her even older best friend was just aggravating, making his presence even more intolerable. Her only hope was that she would finish her dinner quickly and be on her merry way.

Not much time passed by before the Headmistress was giving the speech, commending the students for a wonderful year. This was the first speech that Kahina had heard from this side of the hall, finding great enjoyment in it. She sighed as she heard that Ravenclaw was in last place, but she had high hopes with Daisy as their Head of House that they would seek out house unity by coming together to win that cup the next year. She clapped loudly when she heard that Slytherin was the winner, watching in amazement, per usual, as the colors changed. As soon as the food arrived, Kahina realized just how hungry she had been after all. With all of this excitement at the end of the year, it was so easy to forget her bodily needs as she looked over the students in the room. She was hopeful for those that were graduating and truly wished the best for them.

“I’d second that, but argue that I’m more persuasive,” he commented, smirking. That was a toss-up, certainly, he could admit to that. But talking about persuading each other of anything, and about this challenge of theirs, was making him want to finish dinner sooner rather than later. After all, they should really take advantage of the fact that they were in the same dormitory for one more night before seeing each other would be infinitely more complicated. That, or he supposed that they could go to the room of requirement, but regardless of where they went, it really did make a hell of a lot of sense to him that they make up for how complicated their lives were probably going to be the next day when they had to return home. Or hers, he supposed, since his life just consisted of avoiding home and now, work. Evan shrugged at Corey’s words, before taking a sip of his drink. “Got nothing else to do, figured might as well make some money while I’m bored as fuck.” It was also a way to be in Diagon Alley, and a way to get out of his house when he wasn’t with @isabella. Or something like that, since he didn’t know how much that they would actually be seeing each other and he didn’t know why he kept bloody thinking about that.

@corey wasn’t bad… for the most part, except for when he was with @trey because the seeker was just aggravating almost all of the time. Evan had thought that before everything that had happened with Cecilia and Roman, and now he did even more. Of course, he wasn’t going to be an outright arsehole to the bloke—they were roommates, after all, and both friends with Corey. So Trey was someone whose presence Evan had just come to accept. So he wasn’t fazed when Trey joined them at the table, laughing at Corey’s response to his question. “As long as I’m not letting anyone score on the pitch, I’ll leave the rest of the scoring in my life to my own discretion,” Evan stated, still grinning. “Fischer can just take the win on that one,” he added, shaking his head. He simply didn’t see the need or feel the desire to shag random bints anymore, not wanting to shag anyone but Isabella, however bloody sappy or something that was… but that was something that Corey and Trey weren’t going to understand, not that he cared much what they thought anyhow.

If there was one benefit to her house, it was avoiding how absolutely awful her life would be if she was in Slytherin. Even just one casual glance over at the table showed Trey, Corey, Evan and Isabella all sitting near each other. Having to sit at that table, or be in that common room, would be absolute torture. So she supposed there was a silver lining there, since both of her parents had been in Slytherin and it had been what the Sorting Hat was in between on anyhow. But now she was glad it had thought otherwise, because if she were in her current situation in that house, everything would be even bloody worse. Normally, she went through meals without talking to anyone, which had been true enough when everyone wasn’t staring and talking about her, simply because she didn’t have a lot of friends that were Gryffindors. That was fine with her, obviously, in fact it seemed to work out better for her to not have to act normal around people by having to deal with any kind of small talk. So she was surprised that @tinsley had spoken to her after asking for the pumpkin juice.

The girl was nice enough, or something, though Cecilia didn’t really know since she hadn’t really talked to her at length before. But it was taking a lot of energy to even act marginally happy, which she was supposed to be since it was the end of the year and she had a ‘boyfriend,’ and her life looked bloody fantastic, apparently. “Going to be one long year; but that is a bright side, I suppose, having only one left,” she agreed, nodding. Seventh year was probably going to be the longest one yet, but she could at least assume that this ridiculous charade with Trey would be over by then. Though, she had thought it was going to be done by the end of the year and had been proven wrong—so who bloody knew what he had planned? “Not really, honestly. Just shit with the family, I’m assuming. You?”

So this was it, Mila thought to herself as she selected whatever food looked appetizing at the time. Besides breakfast the next morning, this was really going to be her last ‘home cooked meal’ or whatever shit this would be called. Even the food seemed less appealing to her tonight though she was certain it was more of a mind thing, her mind preparing her for what she would be having once she returned home. Shit would go back to being as normal as it was before she had met Finn, which was a bloody relief. She did not need her father actually knowing that she lost herself a bit and started to care about someone. It had always been his number one rule to teach…to not care about anyone but herself. Thankfully, selfishness was apparently natural for her as before Finn, she really didn’t care about anyone else, having no sympathy or empathy for their problems. Everything had spiraled out of control but thankfully, everything was falling back into its proper place again.

She smirked at his words, taking a sip of the water in front of her. it was true enough, she contemplated, as it really didn’t make sense to bloody wonder that before need be…and there never would be a need be. Mila felt like it was quite the accomplishment that she and Finn had managed to shag in all of the places that they knew of inside of the castle…and outside, as well, she supposed. She doubted any others could claim that title…especially in the six months that they had been…together. Tonight was their last night and they had one location left…somehow, Mila fucking doubted that they would stop there, taking advantage of their last night of shagging. Why the hell wouldn’t they?

Finn Elliot Harlow

Tinsley heard of the rumors surrounding her housemate, wondering herself if they were true. They probably were, she mused, as bints were really capable of anything. Her roommate successfully went from dating one hot bloke to dating the hot bloke’s equally hot cousin. It was impressive, really, and something that Tinsley could certainly commend the woman for. Had she been dating anyone and someone like Trey Rudolphi wanted to shag her, she would shag him in an instance. Really, the girl couldn’t be put at fault for letting her body make up its mind. Attractive people were meant to shag attractive people, simple as that. Commitment was hardly something that someone should be concerned about, though too many bints in this room felt that it should be. Really, if any of the bints in this room were in the same situation, they would have willingly shagged Trey Rudolphi as well. They would be completely daft if they didn’t.

She supposed that this was why she was not wrapped up in what the girl had done because it was commendable. She played a game and she won…even if her cards were shown. There was something simply exciting about shagging someone they weren’t supposed to, bringing the body to desire it more. Denying the body was ridiculous, obviously. “And then we’re finally free,” she grinned, taking a bite out of an object she wasn’t really certain what it was. She made a face at the food, dropping it carelessly back onto her plate, noting to avoid that food in future instances. “Always shit with the family. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if we were all allowed to just stay here for the summer, unsupervised,” she shrugged, smirking at the idea. So much fun would certainly be had in that case.