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I'm going to try something. It requires your participation! And perhaps some sparkly text:
~*ROUND-ROBIN COMMENTFIC PARTY!!*~
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
DEAR LASS, I LOVE YOU. Also, your Serena is GOLD, PURE GOLD.
"Get out of my way," she snapped, too annoyed to be polite to an insignificant Gryffindor first year. The boy's wildly freckled friend gave her a a hard glare and she distinctly heard someone mutter, "Slytherins, all the same..."
Blair wanted to turn around and inform them that she was NOT a true Slytherin, that this was all a big mistake, but Serena was getting further and further away, and who knew when Blair would ever see the other girl again? A more reasonable part of her brain suggested this eventual meeting would probably be tomorrow morning, during breakfast, but Blair ignored it.
"Serena!" she yelped, shrilly. When the blonde turned around, Blair roughly pushed aside the five or so Hufflepuffs between them and threw herself into her arms.
"Blair," Serena admonished, giving the stupid Hufflepuffs a sympathetic smile.
"Oh Serena, the next seven years are going to be so horrible!," she cried. "Nate and I were sorted incorrectly, and I hear the Slytherins sleep in the dungeons, the DUNGEONS, Serena! My skin will never survive in the cold moldy humidity. And ohhh, I only brought the headbands that match blue and bronze, and now I have to wear green, and it will look terrible. Is it too late to leave this nasty school and transfer to Beuxbatons? Of course not, I'm a Waldorf, my mother can persuade them. And yours! And we shall bring Nate too. Chuck can stay."
Serena gave her a Look. "Blair, on the train you said that people who went to Beuxbatons were Squibs and ninnies. Besides, you never know, things'll probably get better! And you can always Owl your mother for your other headbands."
Of course Serena thought things were going to be fine. She didn't have to share a House with Chuck of all people, and she got into the House with a beautiful, majestic animal mascot. And then there was that Professor Dumbledore, Blair thought bitterly. He was a Gryffindor, wasn't he? Probably going to favor them too, she just knew it.
YOU CAN ALWAYS OWL YOUR MOTHER FOR YOUR OTHER HEADBANDS
The first time Chuck Bass and Draco Malfoy had met, it ended with both boys in the hospital wing - Draco with a broken nose, and Chuck with a particularly fiendish leg-locker curse. Rumor had it that they didn't stop calling each other names the entire way to the ward.
"This is so tacky," muttered the girl next to Pansy when Draco and Chuck were having another row in the common room. Blair, was it? Pansy had never much talked to her. Blair radiated refined waves of 'talk to me and you're dead' that Pansy usually only saw on her mother's society friends. Blair said, "He is so tacky."
"Draco or the Bass boy?"
"Both."
AHAHAHA, OH BLAIR! ALL BOYS EXCEPT NATE AND HIS MANBANGS ARE TOO TACKY FOR YOUUU
THAT'S BECAUSE I BROKE HIS NOSE YESTERDAY. Chuck wanted to say. Instead he glowered in Malfoy's general direction. His mood improved slightly when he saw Blair doing the same thing.
"Yeah," Serena chimed in, absentmindedly doodling on her Potions essay. Chuck thought about telling her to stop it, Professor Snape would no doubt take off heavily for flowers lining the edges of her airy paragraphs on the uses of dragon's blood. "Draco gave me a quill the other day, in Transfiguration. And he told me my hair was the color of sun-bleached wheat in the heat of summer. I think he's nice."
Nice? 'Sun-bleached wheat in the heat of summer'? "He just wants to kiss you," Chuck sneered. It was probably true, after all. Everyone loved Serena and that Parkinson girl always hanging over Malfoy really wasn't much to look at. "Probably wants to say he made out, or, what's that word, 'snogged' the prettiest girl in our year."
"Excuse me?" Blair shrilled. Privately, Chuck thought Blair was prettier than Serena. Her bone structure was more elegant, and she wore a cold sneer better than any girl he'd ever seen. Of course, he'd befriend Malfoy before he admitted any of this to her.
"What? It's true."
Blair sniffed and angrily began piling up her books and parchment. The girl was so predictable.
"Fine. If Serena's so pretty, you can sit and stare at her by yourself. Come on Nate, let's go sit with Draco." Blair glared at him and dragged Nate - his Nate - off to go sit with the Enemy. Chuck decided he hated her. Blair and Malfoy deserved each other.
Serena sighed and gave him a beleaguered look. "You're all idiots," she muttered.
Serena! <33
2. Blair, to her dismay, actually enjoys flying. This is going to end in chapped lips and split ends, she just knows it.
3. They all think this house loyalty thing is a bit ridiculous. Ten points to Gryffindor, twenty points from Ravenclaw, whatever. Sometimes Blair just wants to see Serena, and sometimes Chuck just wants to make sure Nate's okay, so they both cultivate an air of vicious bloody-mindedness to scare off anyone who might question their Slytherin...ness. There's two ways you can do whatever you want and get away with it: be the king, or be the outcast. Neither Chuck nor Blair have much experience being the outcast. (Just because they think the game is ridiculous, doesn't mean they're going to stop playing.)
4. When Nate listens to Chuck complain about Draco, he has to marvel at the irony.
Five million points for them thinking the house loyalty thing is ridiculous. LOVE LOVE LOVE
"Come on, it could be great!" Serena says as she adjusts her scarf. The wind is icy and they're sitting in the stands waiting for the Slytherin tryouts to to begin. Nate smiles at Blair and she gives him a little wave before returning to pacing worriedly and throwing the occasional glare at the back of Draco Malfoy's head.
"Nate. Really think about it, OK? You're an awesome flier, you know that, you'd be great out there." Serena gives him a serious look, which Nate finds a little unsettling. It's easy to forget that Serena isn't all bright smiles and trilling laughs. "Is it nerves?" she continues, "Because nerves are totally normal-"
"It's not nerves. I just. I don't ever want to have to knock you or Blair off your brooms," Nate admits reluctantly. "And there's Chuck too, he worries enough about me already, I think he might have a heart attack if people were aiming Bludgers at my head."
For a second Serena's expression is unreadable, but then it softens into a small smile. She says, "Oh, Nate," in that quiet way that means she wants to say something more, and presses her lips to his forehead.
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Blair learns that Quidditch is great for anger management. When you hit someone in a Quidditch game (with the Bludger, of course), even the professors cheer. She is a great Beater.
Chuck learns how many dirty jokes you can make with the word Beater, and also that Blair has good aim. ("You have terrible aim!" Marcus flint yells at her. "You're SUPPOSED to hit the Bludgers at the other team!")
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There is something about being attacked by a troll that can cement the unlikeliest of friendships. Sometimes you just have to be in the right bathroom at the right time, like when Serena emerges from the stall to see Hermione rushing in with her face crumbled red, wet with tears.
"Are you okay?" Serena asks, and of course Hermione snaps, "I'm fine!" and promptly disappears into a stall. Serena hears it click locked.
"Are you sure?" Serena asks.
"Yes!" Hermione shrills. "I'm absolutely fine!"
"Did someone say something nasty to you?"
"No! Of course not!"
"Was it that Ron boy?"
This just made Hermione cry harder.
"Um. Hey, do you need anything?" Serena checks her purse. "I have some gum."
"No, thank you!"
Serena checks her watch. Dilemma! If Serena doesn't hurry on to the Great Hall, she's going to miss dinner, but at the same time, she can't just leave Hermione like this. She wasn't a complete monster.
Trolls, however, are.
One attacks.
GUM! <333
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"You know, Draco, I think maybe you should be nicer to Harry Potter."
Draco decided that Nathaniel was obviously a delusional fluffhead. Also, his hair was stupid. "What, you’ve developed a sudden irrational fondness of Harry Bloody Potter and his merry band of Mudbloods and blood traitors, have you? Joined his fanclub, yet?” Draco was not jealous. He hated all Hufflepuffs, and Nathaniel Archibald was an idiot.
“Of course I like him,” Nathaniel said slowly, as if Draco was being the idiot, here, “He saved Serena from being killed by a troll. And don’t call Hermione a Mudblood.” He glared at Draco and gathered his books stiffly.
Through the haze of Utter Shock, Draco thought with something between horror and awe that this was the probably the first time a Malfoy had gotten told off by a Hufflepuff.