Tis the Season to be Jolly.

[ARCHER THADESEUS ABNER]

DANCING BEARS

Painted Wings Things I almost Remember

Once upon a December

Did he really need to hear another Christmas Carol being butchered his own House Elves? Merlin honestly he had no idea what he had done to piss his mother off but she had to of been fifty shades of irate to think this was acceptable to call a present.


He watched the trio of house elves whom were all leaning in straining to read from the single piece of parchment that had the worn look of one of his mother’s pieces of music. He wasn’t sure what they were singing and it seemed neither did they.




With the three out of tune and lost in various places of the music the only thing that he could make out from their croaking voices was something about a tree. Looking at them mortified as they had been conducting their little concert in the middle of his common room he stood draped in the silk robes that looked almost inky black his hair slicked back with a light grey tie that was only a few shades darker than the crisp white shirt it sat against. Pinching the bridge of his nose as an assortment of first years threw more gold at their feet no doubt trying to get them to collect and leave; sadly they had no idea of how house elves worked. Archer watched in stunned horror as the eldest of his Elves shuffled the paper and reposition the ruby red Christmas tree ornament that hung from the crotch of the elf who apparently decided to swap out his traditional napkin for something on the festive side.




“FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN STOP.. Please just stop.. This because it took me three weeks to accept ‘her’ need of a favor.. I’m the SOLE HEIR.. I do what I want, and I hate these things she is aware of that..” He huffed in annoyance Archer didn’t fancy the thought of being saddled down with some un-known girl who is simply the unfortunate offspring of one of his father’s business partner. “I’m taking her so honestly I expect gold you go home and tell her that.. GOLD”




Catching site another seventh year heading out the door he knew he needed to be leaving as well. The thought of the ball was a bit easier to except as he expected that it would be Lola Hardlove at the top of the stairs waiting for him. He had found out about Martin Hardlove merger into broom wood business from the prophet and he knew that Lola was the daughter of Martin.




Lola had her attributes being beautiful and blonde were the highlights, that her rumored free loving ways certainly caught Archer’s attention and interest with certain expectations set for the night he slipped free of the door not noticing he had a trio of serenading elves croaking in tow till he reached the bottom main level and the where everything was covered in the season best.




Not noticing the trio reassembling and flipping their arrangement before settling on the Merry Tune of Rocking around the Christmas Tree. He watched as a cluster of Ravenclaw’s ascend from their lofty perch. Not seeing Lola he smiled relief in having beat her down at the bottom of the stairs so there would not be a need for an awkward apology.




The door opened and the soft strumming of music filtered through making for Archer the mental note that the boring part of the Ball was underway thankfully he looked through the open door and caught site of several guys attempting to duck out to avoid the traditional annoying dancing that for some reason the girl liked to inflict upon them.




Catching site of a chum he watched as Foxer was literally dragged to the dance floor. He smirked thankful that it wasn’t him. Not noticing the new assortment of girls coming down the stair case he leaned against the banister pondering if he could somehow talk Lola in blowing off the boring dance for something more appealing like a personal tour of the backseat of one of the carriages.. Looking up he caught the glance of a familiar set of gray eyes looking to joss her up a bit he leaned in a bit and offered a long loud wolf whistle.




“Aye Hawthorne want to do a breath check.. I’ve got an idea on how… “ He offered in the most crude manner he could muster.

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notes

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0

[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

I'm jingle belling and everyone's yelling

We'll drink until the bars shut us down,

Ain't that's what Christmas is all about?

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outfit

for archer

“

She sat in a facade of pleasantness and serenity that the holidays were supposed to bestow upon people. That wasn't exactly the case for Lyla because as usual, her family had made it clear to her that her only duty was to represent them and maintain their reputation, and to not get herself thrown into Azkaban for murdering a specific dark haired male that had a tendency to heave into her belongings. News of her spat with Archer Abner had slipped through the walls of Hogwarts and made its way to the Hawthornes, who then promptly sent an owl her way warning of her of actions. For Christmas gifts, she received an early letter telling her that she was mandated to attend the Yule Ball with the slime bag himself.[break][break]

Earlier, for Christmas morning, she opened her gifts- a black lace dress that showed off some assets that would more than likely draw the attention of Archer's filthy eyes, various accessories, and a pair of high heels. She groaned and opened the last package: a copy of a book she already had. This one however, she was thankful for. She could throw out the old copy that had stains to remind her of what it had endured in the Great Hall. "Is it appropriate to bring my Beater's Bat as an accessory to the ball? Self defense, I swear." she asked one of her classmates as she gathered her things and went up to the girls' dormitory. It earned a laugh from her classmate who had no idea that the half crazed blonde was actually contemplating it...[break][break]

After hours of preparation, she emerged from the dormitories in her dress and with her hair nearly curled and off to one side. As she exited the common room, she felt the eyes of three second year boys following her out- enchanted by how well she looked. She damned her Veela genes for that, knowing that her looks would not play to her part this evening. "I swear to Merlin if the scumbag gropes me, I'm goin- Oh hello Professor," she smiled curtly at McGonagall who eyed her carefully. She was used to it- seven years here was enough to prove that she was a loose cannon- the only thing that redeemed her in the eyes of her professors was her sheer talent and thirst for knowledge.[break][break]

She stood on top of the stairs, looking down below at the mixture of elated couples and men being dragged to their doom on the dance floor. Her eyes fell upon Foxer being dragged by his date and they stayed on them for a while- she was secretly a tad jealous that it wasn't her with her hand in his. She was forced onto the arm of another Snake who literally made her nauseous upon their last meeting. Lyla's calculating eyes snapped to Archer upon hearing his voice call out to her. "Shut it, Abner and do us a favor and wipe the drool from your chin." she called back at him as she descended down the stairs.[break][break]

"Conditions for the night: hands at the waist, hands and shoulders- nowhere else. Your face is to remain at least twelve inches away from mine at all times, and even one request for a dirty deed in a corner, under a table, or in a carriage will earn the boys," her eyes flickered to his crotch, "a shot. And don't get too happy, I won't be touching them to do it." she smirked as she stopped in front of him. She opened her small handbag and revealed that she had enchanted her bag to carry bigger objects. Indeed, she had brought her beater's bat to the ball. "Do we have a deal?" she closed her bag and offered her hand with a smug smile.[break]

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notes

Woop woop, now it's all pretty!

♥︎

[ARCHER THADESEUS ABNER]

DANCING BEARS

Painted Wings Things I almost Remember

Once upon a December

He looked at Lyla as she smarted off something random, not really listening to her he simply dismissed what she was rambling about with a disinterested look back out the door as he caught a rush of copper. He gave a very smug look to his cousin who was attempting to redirect Callista Havoc away from the dance floor. [break][break]
Yeah good luck trying to get that one to do what she doesn’t want to do. He watched the dancing of Foxer who was showing some pretty impressive moves in attempting to avoid that dance floor at all costs, however he was no match for Callista whom seemed to gain at least 5 steps for each of Foxer’s two steps away till finally he saw the look of horror on Foxer’s face as he submitted looking desperately around for pointers for dancing. [break][break]

Yeahhhh make fun of me for taking dance, looks who’s laughing now Jackass... [break][break]

He watched with an heir of satisfaction as Callista did as he knew she would in such a circumstance as being on a dance floor with a boy who had no concept on proper dancing.. A wide smile slid to his lips as he watched Callista turned the tables and proceeded to do the worst thing imaginable for all proper Slytherin men his revenge was realized as Callista proceeded to try to teach Foxer how to dance in front of all his friends. [break][break]

Openly laughing he once again turned and caught the tail end of Lyla’s ramblings the part where she mentioned a beaters club. Confused he looked down in her open purse and say like she said a beater’s bat it appeared to be rhinestone and polished for the occasion of the yule ball. He watched as the light hit it just right and the small letters appeared. [break][break]

ARCHER’S BETTER BE GOOD STICK[break][break]

That naturally caused him to quirk a brow in interest, as he raised his dark brown eyes at her a smug smirk still in place as he added in a voice that suggested more than mere words. [break][break]

“Now I don’t know what you heard about me. I don’t really care what you heard. Now as much as I love a woman who will bring her own toys on a date, you should at the very least make sure you have the right desperate victim selected by your family sponsor to keep from humiliating yourself with bestowing such knowledge upon those who will likely sneer and laugh at the thought of willingly spending time with you in a fashion that didn’t involve the prior mention scenarios that include corner, beneath a table, or in the backseat of a carriage.. My apologies to the suitor.. Give them my sympathies for no doubt their night will be spent in fashions I’d rather gnaw off my own testicles than to be in.. Have a good evening Hawthorne if you don’t mind. I must locate my date Lola Hardlove.” [break][break]

Moments after the words left his lips he regretted them as Archer found a simple truth in life.. If you flaunt your arrogance for to long Fate will come in the nick of time to swiftly kick you in the balls for the sheer purpose of reminding you that even you could be Fate’s Bitch.. Sadly that is exactly what happened because within the next few seconds he caught sight of Lola Hardlove.. Mark that not just him caught sight of Lola Hardlove.. Much of anyone who was present in the entry of the Great Hall caught sight of Lola Hardlove because her and Travis Merlson the Seventh year delinquent literally spilled out of a supply closet it seemed that Lola was dressed in an elegant dress that was tastefully pushed down to her hips, while Travis was clothed in Lola who was trying to cover his bottom half. [break][break]

Of course there was shrieks of horror as Millicent McCamby who was Travis girlfriend pounced him on site and began attempting to have a go at him with her Shoe, while Lola screamed and tried to push the girl away.. Naturally Proffessor’s where quick to react to such a scene sadly as it would have saved Archer the mistake of looking back over his shoulder and catching sight of Lyla who the moment his eyes fell upon her gray eyes he found himself cursing his luck because at that moment he realized her intials were L.H…[break][break]

To add insult to injury at that moment he heard the off key serenade of his house elves croak to life as they began to sing.. the Twelve Days of Christmas… With a long sigh he looked down at her bag and offered softly.. “ What was Rule three again? Don’t be a hag before your Partner has a chance to properly greet you, because he is likely to make a mad dash to go drown himself in the lake before entertaining the thought of a slow miserable emotional death at the hands of succubus?” [break][break]

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notes

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0

[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

I'm jingle belling and everyone's yelling

We'll drink until the bars shut us down,

Ain't that's what Christmas is all about?

### words

outfit

for archer

“

There was nothing that could wipe the smug smile off of Lyla's face as she approached Archer with the beater's bat in her bag, and even more so when he had went on a spiel about sending her date condolences and...something about Lola Hardglove. Honestly, the blonde had tuned out of his ramblings and gazed off into the Great Hall, eying Callista Havoc with a little ire in her eye, fueled by secret jealous. She had had a crush on Foxer for a few months now but had kept her distance from him, acknowledging that he was a relative of Archer... and figuring that he wasn't interested. But all it was was a mere crush and that was that.[break][break]

"Lola Hardglove...I'd be doing you a favor by being your escort and preventing you from getting some sort of disease or worse- an Abner spawn." she crinkled her nose at the thought of a child bearing Archer's genetics roaming around. But she knew her words were probably not heard, because as if on cue, as soon as Archer spoke the words, Lola and Travis Merlson spilled out of a broom cupboard half dressed. From there chaos ensued since Travis was a taken and his soon to be ex-girlfriend has seen it all go down... A brilliant smile appeared on Lyla face, because for once, she would not have to argue with Archer to prove that she was correct. It was all done for her.[break][break]


Almost inaudible over a horrible off-key croaking of a house elf beginning to sink, Archer gave in (though his defeat was laced with his signature snide remarks). "Oh poor Archie, I'm afraid you couldn't do that even if you wanted to." she began with a pleasant smile before continuing, "this was arranged by our families." her smile quickly fell and her voice expressed obvious disgust and irritability upon the mention of her family. "Let's get this over wish and I suppose act as presentable as possible... I don't want another Howler from my grandmother..." she added quietly before taking Archer's arm with a bit of force.[break][break]


The Great Hall was decorated beautifully and small tabled replaced where the long house tabled had stood. There was a dance floor, entertainment and a flurry of students in dresses and dress robes. It all made her feel like she was back at home during one of her family's social gatherings. "You don't happen to have anything stronger than pumpkin juice on you, perhaps?" the blonde inquired with a raised eyebrow as she turned to Archer and maneuvered towards an empty table away from where Foxer and Callista were. "It'll help us both get through tonight." she nodded, putting her bag down onto the table and picking up an empty glass.[break][break]

She extended it towards Archer, with her eyebrow still raised and with a small, mischievous smirk on her face. She waited for his reaction to her request- perhaps he would be surprised to hear that Lyla enjoyed alcohol as much as any other rebellious teenager did. She'd been smuggling booze from the house elves at her family's home during events since she was thirteen. Sometimes, it made the overbearing, pompous nights full of adults with heads full go air go by faster... but it had also made things go drastically wrong once she had to much to drink. As a free spirited, ticking time bomb, a sober Lyla was a force to be reckoned with because she often had little regard to reputation. A drunk Lyla, well, her logic and reason seemed to disappear after each glass and all that was left was an out of control fireball that had the potential to cause all hell to break loose. But hopefully her behavior and stories from home of the scenes she cause at home were left at home and word hadn't gotten around to others, especially Archer Abner of the madness that followed drunken Lyla around. His skills at detecting alcohol , making connections, and finding ways to use it within the castle were excellent.[break][break]

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notes

Woop woop, now it's all pretty!

♥︎

[ARCHER THADESEUS ABNER]

DANCING BEARS

Painted Wings Things I almost Remember

Once upon a December

Watching in stunned horror as the scene between Lola and Travis and Travis’s soon to be ex- girlfriend pulled on lookers from the great hall as Lola made it a point to break from the hold of a professor and was attempting he attempted to put from his mind Lyla who stood at his side last thing he needed was her yapping away in his ear to remind him that he was literally stuck with her, hell he could smell her expensive perfume that strangely reminded him of his mother. In Archer’s mind a familiar smell lingering was all her needed in the terms of Reminding what he had allowed his mother to talk him into. [break][break]
“Your parents arranged this..” He stated flatly he wasn’t being mean or rude he was simply stating a fact that he knew. “I’m a sole heir I simply did this because my mother pleaded with me, and where I might be damned this night by her meddling, I love and will obviously do anything to keep her happy.” [break][break]

Rolling his eyes he sighed loudly before pulling away from her arm leaving her coldly to stand in his wake as she made mention of acting presentable for the masses. He really despised that she so willingly did that made those little suggestion that he didn’t have a composed, educated or worse yet respectable ability in his body. [break][break]

With an indignant glower in her direction he muttered with an edge of sarcasm. “Presentable? That a no to taking a leak in the punch bowl then.. Wonderful I shall contain myself then.. “[break][break]

Returning his glance to the great hall desperate for distraction that came almost to easily with a single glance at the commotion that lurked on the dance floor as music flowed. Distraction was almost everywhere and it was found quickly on Foxer whom had appeared to survive his first twirl around the dance floor. The prat Archer noticed seemed almost smug as he led a smiling Callista back to a small round table where he flopped down looking thoroughly pleased with himself. [break][break]

Catching Foxer’s glance he returned a smirk, when Foxer nodded toward the open chairs at the small table. Knowing that if he went and sat down with his friends Lyla would more than likely just make their ears bleed complaining about him and the arrangement her parents made, did he really fancy letting Foxer hear that there was a girl in the school that absolutely loathed him for what was in his mind little more than a personal grievance, after all out of people in Hogwarts there where perhaps two people that he honest enjoyed being around.. Why on earth would he risk both relationships by letting Lyla near them, it seemed he was a bit more invested than he thought at least in the friendships of two people. [break][break]

He gave a slight nod to his right, to indicate Lyla, and shook his head before pulling a seat for Lyla to take, and taking one next to her. Hearing her question of booze he grimaced not knowing if it was just another set-up she would use to further chastise him with. He looked up to tell her no, there was something in her glance that told him that perhaps she simply wanted it.[break][break]

“Long as you don’t twist an actual noble intention into something smarmy and crude. I can do both fine on my own without every action being dissected, and twisted to look like I’m just trying to get into your knickers.. “ He pulled a silver flask from the depths of his coat. He placed the flask before her adding. “Its 1435 Potterfield Scotch.. I’m not attempting anything by this, its strong so take it slow on it.” [break]

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notes

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0

[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

I'm jingle belling and everyone's yelling

We'll drink until the bars shut us down,

Ain't that's what Christmas is all about?

### words

outfit

for archer

“

”Your parents arranged this,” Archer stated, making Lyla cringe. It wasn’t her parents, as in the plural form because her mother, the pious mother that had left her, was long gone and out of the picture. Her father didn’t exactly have a say in his daughters’ lives- for as long as he lived in the Hawthorne manor or live off of the Hawthorne fortune, the fate of her, and her little sisters laid in the hands of her grandmother, and her stepmother. They were the ones who made this date. She knew their intentions- hopefully Lyla could charm her way into Archer’s heart and secure their families together through marriage. Little did that know that this Abner was in fact a troll. [break][break]
“You’re doing this for your mother, as I am doing this for my sisters.” She nodded to him in response. It was true- the only reason she (barely) adhered to the strict social codes and grueling social events was to stay within the Hawthorne manor and look after her little sisters because she couldn’t trust anyone else to do it the right way. [break][break]
A leak in the punch bowl? At first Lyla thought that he was purely being sarcastic, but part of her didn’t doubt that he would do that. She could already see the scene panning out: Foxer losing his mind in a fit of laughter, Calista disgusted by seeing a bit more of Archer than she ever dreamed of seeing, Archer shamelessly relieving himself and then her… glaring at him in disgust and embarrassment. Surely enough, even if he didn’t piss in the punch, he was bound to do something that would result in a Howler to her. [break][break]
She sat down at the table with her “date” and listened to him ramble on. “I’ll do my best…” she said quietly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. To hold her tongue would be an impossible task… but the silver flask he pulled out was too enticing to take any chances on. “Ah, let the party begin.” Lyla smirked to him as she took the flask. With a quick glance around to make sure that there were no onlookers, she took a swig. [break][break]
“Merlin’s beard,” she coughed and crinkled her nose. He wasn’t kidding- the Scotch was strong and it burned as it made it way down her throat. “I give you credit, you carry the good stuff.” She nodded, taking another swig of it before offering Archer some. After a few awkward songs passed by and a couple more swings, Lyla wore an intoxicated grin upon her face. [break][break]
“Archie, let’s dance.” She stood up with less grace than she usually possessed- the alcohol was overpowering the Veela in her in that sense. She went around the table and offered his her hand. “Our parents, at least mine, dictate who I see and what parties I go to... but they can’t dictate the fun I have.” Her mouth was moving before she could even semi-comprehend what she was saying. It had a mind of it’s own- disconnected from the logical side of her mind, which was saying “shut it”.

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notes

Woop woop, now it's all pretty!

♥︎