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DEAR GOD ALEX, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM. THIS CHARACTER ISN’T EVEN IN PLAY.

Ally was standing outside his locker room, in a world that was tilting and spinning. No—he was on his knees, and someone was squatting in front of him, talking to him like they were in the middle of a damn conversation that he didn’t even remember starting.

“Maddock—Maddock, hey, look at me.” Snapping fingers under his nose, Ally tried to focus on Greener’s face, but all he could see were his hands. Twenty minutes ago, they’d been up in the air and Greener was asking him about his back and if he thought he’d be allowed in training scrimmages soon, and, oh man, he really hoped so because he was getting so bored just flying around and watching the stupid matches all the time. He didn't join the team to be their biggest fan.

“All right, I’m getting you home.” Greener put his hand on Ally’s arm and he jumped, not even sure where the hand was coming from—how many people were out there with him?

“I’m fine, I’m fine—I’m fucking fine,” Ally snapped, and his voice was harder than anything Greener had said warranted. Fifteen minutes ago, they’d been in the locker room, gathered around the coach, and Marcas wasn’t there, which was weird because Marcas didn’t miss practice.

“It’ll make me feel better if you let me Side-Along you, Mad.” He shook off Greener’s hand and pushed himself to a standing position. Ten minutes ago, Gafford told them Marcas McKinnon was dead.

“I said I’m FINE.” Murdered. Marcas had been murdered. Marcas’ entire family had been murdered (his sisters too? His parents? Five minutes ago, Wing asked for specifics and Ally wouldn’t listen). “I know how to get myself HOME.”

“If you splinch yourself you’ll be on the disabled forever.” Wouldn’t listen. Couldn’t listen. Couldn’t even hear. Three minutes ago, Ally walked out to get some air and hit his knees.

“See if I fucking care.” Two minutes ago, Greener decided to follow him and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. But teeth gritted and jaw clenched, Ally was determined to be stupid and also gone before the tingling in his nose and forehead and the choking in his throat turned into tears.

“Mad, I’ll—” Ally Disapparated.

Six hours later, he was drunk. The world was still swimming around him. His flat was in a state. Blood streamed down his hand and wrists, bubbling from his bruised and swollen knuckles. Broken glass covered his carpet. There were holes in his wall.

Propped against the back of his couch, forehead pressed to his knees, Ally wanted his parents. But he didn’t want to explain what happened. He wanted his sister. But she was probably still at work, dealing with the same thing in an official, constructive capacity.

He wanted to just go back, to 30 hours ago, when he and Marcas had been throwing the Quaffle around. Marcas was giving him shit for still not being a starter, and Ally got a clean shot right past him, and he said it didn’t look like it fucking mattered what string he was on because he could still destroy him one-on-one.

Ally tried to take another pull from the bottle of gin he’d been nursing for the last three hours. It was empty. He threw it at the wall, and more broken glass scattered on the carpet.

“Ally?” He didn’t expect to hear his name, but he wasn't surprised. There were only a few people who could get into his locked flat, and it wasn’t his mother. “You okay?”

“I’m fucking fine, Lace,” he said, but unlike six hours earlier when Greener had been hounding him, he couldn’t stop the lump in his throat from turning into tears. “And by the way, you're late.”

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omg aaaaaaahh

THIS IS ANOTHER THING THAT JUST HAPPENED. i really need to wrap up dogey so i can play this shit.

DO IT omg my heart can't cope with this i can't even

The other option is that I drop Rookwood bc I am the worst at playing death eaters and I have no clue what I'm doing with him.

And then after Doge I will apparently have no aligned members hahahaha

OH I'M TORN but tbh I get it because all I know what to do with death eaters is have them thrown in jail. :/

Oh Dooooooooge.

I THINK IMA DO IT. I think the only deathie I've ever pulled off was one who got in over his head, reformed and ran off with a punk halfblood. So. Not a classic death eater.

DOGE IS A DANGEROUS VIGILANTE, YOU KNOW. HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER..

It's hard playing evil people?? At least in like a sustained kind of manner because I just want them to get what is coming to them.

HE'S VERY DANGEROUS, THAT OLD MAN.

Clearly I just need to return to what I'm good at, and that is playing various flavors of immature asshole and torturing them terribly.

HE WILL DO ALL KINDS OF GRUMPING IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION. IS THAT THE KIND OF PERSON YOU WANT ON THE STREETS?

THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH THORKY!

THORKY WAS TOO CUTE

IF YOU IGNORED THE PART WHERE HE ALMOST KILLED HER BEFORE

but it's fine he was wearing a mask

noooooooo

yesssssssssss

.......so how close are you to wrapping up dogey

I think actually I'm gonna drop Rookwood, so then I'm not FRANTIC TO SHOVE HIM OUT THE DOOR.

Can't say I blame you, I tried one DE once and don't know how anyone manages it. Also Dogey deserves a proper farewell.

I've done a DE that was also a Hufflepuff baker who posted trivia every Saturday, and he was adooorable, and a crack as fuck Rodolphus Lestrange who had a total psychotic break in Azkaban and was putting Dark Marks on anything considered "Muggle" so he could use it. THOSE i could do. Regular evil? Don't even know how I'm supposed to psychologically torture them, and that is often the point of my kind of RP.

Oh yeah, Gissy is totally doing the whole, dark mark means this tv is good now,