Jacobs Manor

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth-

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fourth year │ gryffindor │ pureblood

Alec really couldn't wait until he was seventeen. No sooner had he come home then It began, It being his parents paying a disturbing amount of attention to him. Yes, he was a Gryffindor and a blood traitor. But he was still their son and as their son, it was their duty to at least attempt to arrange a marriage for him- To make a long story short they were trying to marry him off to some eighteen year old Hufflepuff who was similarly a disgrace to her pureblood family, and Alec's response had been an unequivocal 'go ******** yourselves'. That had not really gone over well, and maybe his dad had hit him- it was fine. Except his dad swung ******** hard for an old geezer and the swelling was just now beginning to go down, two days later. Whatever.

He'd been sleeping in the stable because anything was better than sharing a house with those two lunatics, who seemed even more bent out of shape than usual, as it was now clear Sera wasn't going to come crawling back home after 'learning her lesson' in the cold, cruel, muggle world. He didn't trust them not to ship him off to Durmstrang or something in his sleep. Luckily, his parents couldn't really back up any of their threats, since the family head was David, and as much as Alec disliked the bloke, he appreciated David's general attitude of not giving a ********, because it meant he probably wouldn't be too keen on forcing Alec to marry anyone. And the next best thing to the head was old Rob Avery, who everyone knew was gay, or his grandfather Wendell, who was demented already, so, you really couldn't expect much of him.

Anyways, he'd already been planning on sneaking over to Lucy's via the Knight Bus, when she'd owled him. He liked Lucy's parents alright, since they were saints compared to his, but they were also a bit strict, although nowhere near as strict as his- not that he'd really experienced any strictness from his parents until he ******** up their plans by being sorted into Gryffindor. He wandered into the gardens, blanched slightly at the sight of Lucy in an off the shoulder top, managed to calm himself down, and approached, hoping the red in his face would be most attributed to the bruise and the hot sun above them. "Hi," he muttered, trying not to sound sullen, because just because she liked that Roo kid didn't mean he should be an arsehole, even if it was sometimes hard, and flopped down next to her on the grass. "Your piece of s**t cousin isn't lurking around here, right? Because Peter the p***k is the last person I wanna see right now." He quirked a wry grin, squinting in the sun.

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oyehh

She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth-

ΛĿƐӾΛИDƐŔ
ṖĤĪĿĿĪṖ
ΛѴƐŔY
fourth year │ gryffindor │ pureblood

Alec rolled his eyes at her concern, although it secretly made him want to go scream gleefully into a nearby canyon. "I dunno. A day or two ago. My dad and I had a bit of a fight. Don't worry. Totally kicked his arse. Ya know." He flexed an arm experimentally from his position on the grass, before rolling over with a muffled "Good," in response to her assurance that Peter was nowhere around. He honestly couldn't stand the kid. It would have been one thing if he was just annoying, an idiot, or just a piece of s**t, but he happened to be all three. Who the hell got in two fist fights in one year, and managed to get their arse kicked in both of them? What was he trying to prove, that he had the muscular strength of a butterfly?

"Explore?" Alec arched an eyebrow. "Don't tempt me, Lucinder," he teased. "How could I resist the epic labyrinth of adventure and intrigue that is your house? Does this quest come with food? because honest to Godric I haven't eaten yet today," he whined, sending her puppy eyes, before struggling up into a sitting position. To be honest, he'd never really... officially introduced himself to her parents before, though. He'd seen them around of course, and sort of done the awkward boy 'nod and avoid eye contact' thing, but he was a fourth year now, so he supposed maybe he should try to be a little more mature. If only to get in their good graces. "But I guess I could say hi to your parents. So long as they're not going to like, flip out. That I'm here."

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oyehh

She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.