Made-up Anniversaries and Jenga Seductions (Owl and Closed RP for S/L)

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

( I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles/In our eyes are mirror images and when/We kiss they're perfectly aligned/And I have to speculate that God himself/Did make us into corresponding shapes like/Puzzle pieces from the clay )

((OOC: If the RP is rockin', don't come a knockin'. Rated S for Smut.))

Open RP: Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

[coxinsox.livejournal.com]

No matter how many times it rolled around, somehow, Cox had always managed to avoid Chocolates Day... until now. It had never occurred to him just how much of an evil-minded bitch Lily Evans could apparently be. When he got back to normal, there were going to be words (AKA shouting) about what she'd done to him.

In the meantime, though, he was sixteen years old, and he was lost, and he was pissed the hell off. He kind of vaguely remembered things -- the idea of magic existing didn't exactly freak him out, for one thing -- but not enough to really have his bearings on, well, anything at all. He'd run off so he wouldn't have to deal with Crazy Lily and her crazy freaking explosions, but having done that, he didn't really have a goal in mind except maybe hitting things and maybe hunting down a pack of smokes or a six-pack.

He'd had kind of an advanced childhood.

As it turned out, the six-pack was not actually that hard to track down. He stumbled pretty naturally upon the Ravenclaw Bar and, hey, they didn't ask for cash and they didn't seem to be IDing. Maybe he could deal with this place. He got a beer and threw himself sullenly down onto a couch, kicking at the leg of the chair next to him as he drank.