[TAGH AIDEN O'MALLEY]

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! I WAS GONNA GO TO CLASS BEFORE I GOT HIGH !
i coulda cheated and i coulda passed but i got high
! I AM TAKING IT NEXT SEMESTER AND I KNOW WHY !
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okay, so for all intents and purposes, one tagh o'malley should be in class right at this moment like the whole entire student body should be, but he wasn't. i think it has something to do with not caring or even remembering. or maybe it's he's forgotten and just doesn't care? whichever really. the important thing in this little ramble here is that tagh is not in class, where he's supposed to be. what a naughty, naughty little boy, right? ah, well, he prefers this to class anyway, just stealthily walking down the corridors of the castle. or, you know, thinking he's walking stealthily down the corridors, but not actually quite managing in reality. eh, oh well.

and so this is where we were at the moment. the repetitively sixth year hufflepuff was just walking around the third floor corridors, just beginning to realize he was starting to get the munchies. if tagh thought about it more than he would ever do, he'd probably figure out how exactly he got on the third floor corridor. he was pretty sure that's not where he started from. it might have had something to do with stairs. yeah, the stairs. probably moved on him 'cause they were meanies. it's like they have a vendetta aganst him, man. like, totally trying to kill his buzz, you know? really, the only thing tagh could think of on that matter, aside from 'stupid stairs', was 'why in merlin's left floater couldn't they have moved me closer to the dungeons? i'm hungry!'. yeah, as you can guess, the boy just doesn't have much strength in his upper brain area. his lower brain area however? that's a whole different story. and not one that's really on topic here.

'shouldn't you be in class, young man?'

anyway, tagh was just doing that whole 'walking down the corridor' thang of his, minding his own business when he heard it. heard what? the voice. some old crone's voice speaking out. tagh stopped, blinking slowly. dude, where did that come from? he looked around, but saw nobody else around, so the only thing he could think of doing was continuing to stand there, looking confused. "huh," he then uttered dumbly. oh well. like he cared. he didn't even catch what the person had said. time to just carry on, right?

'i said, shouldn't you be in class, young man?'

or, you know, not. as in, apparently it wasn't tagh's time to just carry on his way. nope, this time tagh definately heard the disemboweled lady voice. he actually got what she said, but all he could do was look around again and blink again. where was that coming from...? okay, this was getting kinda irritating here.

'the portrait to your right!'

tagh whipped around at that shrill screech thingie, until his front was facing where his right side had been and he stared at the old, nasty woman staring at him with a disapproving look on her face. and guess what? he blinked again before a slow smile slithered it's way onto his face. and yeah, it was indeed completely dopey, but that's not a surprising thing with tagh - everything is dope and dopey and doping with him.. "duuuuuuude," tagh then spoke as he continued to stare at the portraits. it was, like, so cool that, like, wizarding portraits spoke and all. like, totally beat muggle portraits. they were, like, so much more trippier. at least for him, ya dig? "like, oh my merlin, your back is all like...like, totally," tagh trailed off, lifting a hand up lazily and wiggling it around in bumpy wave sort of way. "i mean, like, what the f is up with that, girl?"

by this point in time, most people would probably note just how much the poor humpbacked witch was fuming. like, she was apparently really furious. unfortunately for her, she made the mistake of engaging the stupidest, most oblivious, high-out-of-his-mind student in the entire school. what does that mean? that means that tagh didn't even acknowledge her fury. besides, like, what could a portrait do to ya anyway? that would be hilarious though. like, a portrait attacking somebody. like, a real bad movie. it'll be called, like, 'attack of the killer pastels' or something. anyway, so, yes, tagh just continued on mindlessly. which is completely in his character, so yay for him, being all consistent-like.

"so, like, what did you do, woman-girl-lady-thang? did you, like, curse yourself terribly? or, or, or maybe you, like, stuffed your back with, like, socks? are they stinky socks? 'cause, like, you look like you'd stink something terrible. like, you'd, like, kill little woodland creatures, ma'am. but, like...dudette! what is up with that hump? i mean, what'cha gonna do with all that junk inside your back?"

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'WHY I HAVE NEVER IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE!!!!'






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[ANNELIESE EVE KARSON]

can't read my, can't read my
no he can't read my poker face

To be honest, she did not need to shit that badly. However, the History of Magic lesson had gotten increasingly boring as Professor Browning droned on and on. And on, and on, and... Well, you get the picture. All of the tediousness of the lesson had gotten to the brunette, which was what led Anneliese to raise her hand and ask to go to the little girls' room. She was not, by any means, a bad student, but it wasn't like she particularly needed the class and she would not really be missing anything. A five - or fifteen - minute wak through the corridors would not hurt a fly, and it would be much more productive than sitting in Professor Browning's lesson on goblin wars or whatever she had been rambling on about. Perhaps she had been talking about a dragon-tamers' strike in Romania in circa - Anneliese loved the word circa, it just rolled off your tongue - 1709 CE. Anneliese genuinely liked Professor Browning, but History of Magic was never one of her favourites and she nearly always managed a nap.

So there the little brunette was, padding her way down the third floor wearing her Hogwarts school uniform, in the general direction of a girls' bathroom just in case anyone asked. Some of the portraits could be quite nosy, you know. Anneliese walked in a near-silence, excluding the exceptionally quiet whispers of some of the portraits and Anneliese's own shoes. They made a slight clicky noise whenever she let the heel of her foot touch the ground completely. A rather loud shriek cut through a click of Anneliese's shoe-heel, and greeted the brunette as she rounded a corner. "Who on earth?" Yes, who on the planet earth - muggle and magical - could be yelling at Tagh now. For that was who Anneliese saw near where the shriek had come from, but no other person was there. As Anneliese got closer, though, she could see a very pissed off portrait.

"What did you say to the poor woman, Tagh?" Anneliese asked softly as she tried not to put too much emphasis on her use of the word poor. She was not sure if she meant the term as misfortune because Tagh had most probably said something about her misshapened back or because of that misshapened back in general. Tagh was a very close friend, and Anneliese loved him to bits, but this portrait surely did not. He had been skipping, that much was evident, and he really could not afford to be caught harassing a portrait!

"Come on Tagh, let's go this way, yeah?" Anneliese had reached out to tug on her friend's wrist. "Sorry, miss," Anneliese turned slightly to talk to the fuming portrait, "I'm sure he meant well, whatever he said." However, Anneliese was not sure how convincing she sounded and by the look on the portrait's now scarlet face, she was not buying it either. "Come on, Tagh!" She gave another, sharper pull on his wrist as she spoke.

tag tagh.. hahaha
stats finito!
lyrics poker face by lady gaga.
notes hola bbby!

[TAGH AIDEN O'MALLEY]

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! I WAS GONNA GO TO CLASS BEFORE I GOT HIGH !
i coulda cheated and i coulda passed but i got high
! I AM TAKING IT NEXT SEMESTER AND I KNOW WHY !
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tagh cocked his head slightly to the side after the woman had blown up at him and slowly blinked. you could definately make a comparison between him and a particularly moronic dog. actually, to be honest, that fit tagh to a tee - he was a dumb-witted, horny, loyal, slobbering dog. oh well. he liked dogs. they were almost as crazy as he was! but yeah...what was going on again? oh right! tagh wanted to know about the humpbacked lady. was she, like, related to the humpback of notre dame? 'cause that would be wicked! or even wickeder - she WAS the humpback of notre dame! that would be AWESOME! and like, it was soooo possible, with the magic and everything. neways...this lady was rude. she wasn't answering his questions. what a bitch.

tagh narrowed his eyes at the infuriated portrait, although he himself wasn't aware of just how upset and offended the poor woman was. no, he was rather put-out that she wasn't answering his honest questions. in fact, he was just about to ironically scold her for being rude and inconsiderate, although again he wouldn't detect the irony of the situation. or the hypocrisy. yeah, whatever. luckily for the humpbacked witch, it was at that time that anneliese made her way into the picture, no pun intended. or, you know, it wasn't so lucky, since tagh didn't realize she was there for a while. "you're, like, a really rude woman, lady. your personality is, like, so ugly!" and once again, tagh was completely unaware of how rude and offensive he was being. hey, honesty was treasured, right? bwaha.

it was at this time that tagh finally realized somebody else had joined in on this, finally hearing the question spoken to him. well, actually it was probably the hand on his wrist. yeah, he wasn't the most observatory person around, that's for sure . he turned to look the person who took a hold on him and instantly recognized anneliese, a goofy smile of recognition overtaking his face. "heeeeeeey, annieee," he then drawled out, apparently completely forgetting the portrait in that second. and hey, why not? why continue on with an ugly, horrible, rude witch when there was a gorgeous, pretty, lovely, and awesome one now? yaaay. speaking of witches which, as is so in character with tagh, the boy quickly leaned over and planted a kiss on anneliese's cheek. hey, he was a classy man here! except not, but, anyway....

"how are you?" tagh then side with a cock of his head, completely normally, as if he hadn't just macked on the girl. then again, that kind of behavior is completely normal for this boy, so i suppose that would explain it.. "where'd you come from?" he then paused before a look of excitement passed over his face. "oh my merlin, did you teleport here!?" oh tagh...oh tagh. what could be said about this freak? sigh.

"hm?" tagh uttered, apparently just realizing that his wrist was being tugged on and that anneliese wanted him to go somewhere. "oh, okay...sure!" getting tagh to do something? yeah, not exactly the hardest thing in the world to do, at least when you're a friend of his. "where're we going? huh, huh?" a blink and then a look of dull suspicion overruled his excitement. "we're not going to class, are we? 'cause, like, it's booooooring and i dun wanna go!" real smooth, tagh, real smooth. and classy. boy, you've got some soul. pfft.






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[ANNELIESE EVE KARSON]

can't read my, can't read my
no he can't read my poker face

Anneliese felt like either tugging on Tagh's hair to make him stop questionning the humpbacked woman in the portrait, or laughing at the same said portrait. Since she could not decide on either, Anneliese opted on the safest decision of all, which was to neither tug nor to laugh. He was high, that was very clear by the way he was talking, but Tagh was very often high so it did not come as much of a surprise to Anneliese. Though she would never partake in some of Tagh's, or her other friends', practices, Anneliese would never think to stop them because, frankly, they were just too funny. It made life much more interesting for her, and she certainly would not want Tagh any other way.

When he finally did notice her presence, Tagh turned to greet her and planted a kiss on her cheek before beginning to ramble. He cocked his head to one side as he spoke to her, something Anneliese found so adorable when Tagh did, and it seemed that he had completely forgotten the fuming portrait behind him. The hump-backed lady seemed to get redder with indignation at the fact that she was not able to shriek at the boy who had been so incredibly rude to her. "Hey, hun," Anneliese said with a smile as she willed her face not to blush as her brain noted the fact that, as usual, Tagh had oh-so innocently kissed her on the cheek. "I'm good. Et toi?" Oops, the little bit of French that so often slipt out when the brunette was emotional or just feeling really comfortable with whomever she was with.

"Tagh, I did not teleport. I'm sixteen, and we're in Hogwarts, so I wouldn't even have been able to apparate if I wanted to... Unfortunately. Actually, I'm skiving out of History right now because the lesson was really boring and I decided to fake that I needed to shit," Anneliese let out a chuckle as she finished speaking when the portrait got an exasperated look on her face at Anneliese's explanation.

Good, he was actually listening to her and the crazy portrait lady would not bother them no further! And Tagh would not annoy the hump-backed woman. "I dunno know, where ever. Of course not, Tagh! I just came out of a boring lesson, and I wouldn't dare to try to drag you into any sort of class. I think there's like an alcove around the corner we can sit in, because, you know, I never feel that it's safe for you to be standing up while this high.." Anneliese gave Tagh a sweet little smile before leading him to the alcove that she had spoken of.

tag tagh
stats finito!
lyrics poker face by lady gaga.
notes hola bbby!