Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2019 12:48:41 GMT -7
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I'M A SUCKER FOR YOU
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Within a few hours, the Purifier’s plan to attack Hogsmeade and Azkaban will be carried out. But before the destruction of the little town, Wesley decided to explore and wander around. He was ready for the attack, felt like he was perfect to execute it. However, a drink was needed for the brunette to feel like himself fully. That was how he found himself in the Steaming Stout. A part of him wondered how his family would think about him being a Purifier; he was sure that his parents would be somewhat proud because they were such elite people, Lydia was already apart of the organization…however, it was Riley that he would likely get a frown from. Riley, the same kid that he learned from his family, had been dating a Bainbridge—a half-blood family—but it seemed eventually he fell into line with the arranged marriage to another pureblood. Lydia herself even caught an engagement ring from what he had heard; she didn’t stop going on-and-on about it. It made Wesley feel like it was time, to at least find a cover-up to carry on the family name while having some side hustles to satisfy his lustful thirst.
He wasn’t the settle down in a beautiful house with a white picket fence type of guy and he likely never would be. But he wanted to please his parents, they wanted this of him—wanted their line to continue pure and healthy. And if Riley kept fucking up, as Wesley suspected he might, it was up to him to carry on the Fudge name. Lydia couldn’t do it, seeing as she was female and would take on the last name of her future husband, whatever that fuckers last name was. So it seemed Wesley had the entire Fudge legacy hanging on his shoulders.
He shook himself from such dramatic thoughts and moved towards the bar, sitting down upon the stool and ordering a firewhiskey, his eyes wandering around all the people when he finally got his drink, and they narrowed. He smirked and slowly removed himself and made his way over to his prey, a brunette female. “Is this seat taken?” he questioned, gesturing at the empty seat near her.
DECEMBER 27, 2024
Within a few hours, the Purifier’s plan to attack Hogsmeade and Azkaban will be carried out. But before the destruction of the little town, Wesley decided to explore and wander around. He was ready for the attack, felt like he was perfect to execute it. However, a drink was needed for the brunette to feel like himself fully. That was how he found himself in the Steaming Stout. A part of him wondered how his family would think about him being a Purifier; he was sure that his parents would be somewhat proud because they were such elite people, Lydia was already apart of the organization…however, it was Riley that he would likely get a frown from. Riley, the same kid that he learned from his family, had been dating a Bainbridge—a half-blood family—but it seemed eventually he fell into line with the arranged marriage to another pureblood. Lydia herself even caught an engagement ring from what he had heard; she didn’t stop going on-and-on about it. It made Wesley feel like it was time, to at least find a cover-up to carry on the family name while having some side hustles to satisfy his lustful thirst.
He wasn’t the settle down in a beautiful house with a white picket fence type of guy and he likely never would be. But he wanted to please his parents, they wanted this of him—wanted their line to continue pure and healthy. And if Riley kept fucking up, as Wesley suspected he might, it was up to him to carry on the Fudge name. Lydia couldn’t do it, seeing as she was female and would take on the last name of her future husband, whatever that fuckers last name was. So it seemed Wesley had the entire Fudge legacy hanging on his shoulders.
He shook himself from such dramatic thoughts and moved towards the bar, sitting down upon the stool and ordering a firewhiskey, his eyes wandering around all the people when he finally got his drink, and they narrowed. He smirked and slowly removed himself and made his way over to his prey, a brunette female. “Is this seat taken?” he questioned, gesturing at the empty seat near her.
TAG @flora
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