A Random Glimpse of Tommy & Charlie As Teens

[Tommy Finnigan]

MAY 2017

As Tommy swaggered into the Great Hall, a cheeky grin playing on his lips as he stole an apple from the Ravenclaw table and took a large bite of it, winking at a little adoring fifth year sitting with his sister who glared daggers at him. Only encouraged, he continued his voyage until he reached the Gryffindor table and sat next to one of his year mates, the ever lovely Charlie Anne Holiday.

His arm slung around her shoulder in a companionable way and any attempts she made to shrug it off were lost on him. He was definitely persistent and his ex-girlfriend (the bloody slag) was sitting only a table away with the rest of her damn Hufflepuff friends. "So, love... now that my spectacular arse has wandered right up next to you, you are free to do absolutely whatever you like with me... especially take advantage of my very - what was it that girl said last night? oh, right - yummy body. You know you want to, babe."

((OOC: I think this would have been Tommy's sixth year? He was born in 2000 and this would have been the May of his sixth year? IDEK.))

[Charlie Holiday]

Charlie was perfectly fine with sitting alone, again, at the Gryffindor table. She was completely used to it as she wasn't the nicest person especially so early in the morning. She liked having her first actual contact with a person until at least noon. That's about the best time to start talking to her. She understood that she was kinda intimidating too. Her eyes were always set as if she was thinking about something that pissed her off and she gave the best glares to who ever she caught staring at her. And she was in the phase in her life where the more eye liner, the better. So those comments about being a demon raccoon look alike weren't totally uncalled for. But she prefers being compared to a panda. They're lazy and don't really give two fucks about anything.

But of course there is that idiot Tommy Finnigan that just loves being a pain in her arse. And of course he chooses to sit next to her. She tried shaking off his arm but she wasn't strong. Intimidation was enough to send people running. But obviously Tommy had balls to talk to her. She gripped her butter knife in her hand. "Take your arm off me or I'll shove this knife in your crotch. And then we can admire your oh so 'yummy' body," she threatened. And knowing Tommy it was probably wasn't going to phase him but he did love his dick, she thinks, enough to remove his arm.

"And that girl was obviously fucking mental for sleeping with you. But since you are just as bad as every other boy here, she settled with you." She gave him a once over, looking at his lips then to his chest and lower and making a face as if she wasn't please with what she saw. "And I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth, babe."

((OOC: Well they're the same age so sixth year then. We'll go with that since idk either bro.))

[Tommy Finnigan]

"You're going to castrate me with a butter knife, Holiday? Surely you could have a least used something sharp or hot at least. How about your hair? I bet that's practically hot enough to burn a hole in my crotch? Though what it'd be doing in my crotch in the first place... well... whatever brings your mouth that close to my dick, I definitely wouldn't object to," Tommy said with a lewd wink, though he did take his arm back from where it was slung around his shoulder and took an obnoxiously loud bite from the apple in his arm.

"Don't matter if she's mental or not. She still got up on this, didn't she? And 'bad as every other boy here'? Fuck's sake, Charlie, didn't realise you were that against men. Turned lesbian now, have we?" He loved to stir her up. She definitely did stay true to the cliché of redheads having temper problems. And to be perfectly honest, he wouldn't have a problem in the slightest if she did decide to like girls rather than boys. He laughed loudly. "Lucky for you, sixteen still qualifies for a teenage boy, darlin'."

[Charlie Holiday]

Charlie let out a groan that came out more a growl. "Firstly, when I think of your torture I actually think about it. The torture you ever think about is purely sexual, you dick. If I used something sharp the cutting would be easier for both of use. Where's the fun in that? You'll be dead quickly. If I burned your dick to a third degree the nerves will die. They won't come back. And you won't feel a thing. However, you will feel a blunt knife and it won't be easier to cut through your small fat dick." Normally it would scare a person how much thought has gone into a fantasy torture but not Charlie for some strange reason.

Charlie turned red. She hated his attempts at 'flattery'. As if anyone could ever call it that. Back in the day men were chivalrous and all that shit. Not that she would date a pansy but she's rather have that then whatever Tommy was. "You better hope my mouth is never that close to your cock," she threatened again.

"Definitely mental," she murmured to herself then proceeded to eat a bagel she was eating. "Oh fuck off then." But she said it with a full mouth and it obviously came out differently. She dry swallowed her food, ugh. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you. Thinking of me with another girl." She grinned to herself. "You know who I heard was totally into girls? That lovely ex-girlfriend of yours. What the fuck happened with her? Found her with another hufflepuff lass," she questioned feeling her temper rising to another level.

"Well you'll always have a mentality of a horny teenage boy, that's for sure," she shot back.

[Tommy Finnigan]

"Moaning because of me, love?" Tommy was quick to quip, his eyebrows giving a teasing little wiggle. He only looked a tad concerned when she started going off into her torture fantasy scene. "Think about my dick often, do we? Nevermind whether these thoughts concern torture or not, seems you've put a lot of thought into dealing with my dick. But then again, there's a lot of other, more pleasurable ways you can do that." He laughed loudly. "Fire head, you'd be lucky if your mouth was ever that close to my cock. It's a teenage girl's wet dream. Just ask the rest of the girl's in your dorm."

"Yeah, I would actually. Two girls going at it is hot. Not going to lie... so it's true then, huh? Charlie the Loner is now Charlie the Lesbian?" he teased, not caring either way. He wasn't being vicious, really, he wasn't. It was more like he was joking around with somebody who really couldn't take a joke. But then again, he apparently couldn't either as she started talking about his ex-girlfriend. It was still a touchy subject with him, even months and several girls later. "Pretty much, yeah. Found her fucking around with somebody else and decided I was too good for her flat arse. Decided to move on to girl's much more hotter. She was holding me back." He simply shrugged. "And I'll be happy to have the mentality of a horny teenage boy forever... not quite sure if you'll be happy having the mentality of a teenage goth forever though."

[Charlie Holiday]

"Yes I was actually. Congratulations you were actually right on something. You see, your pain, is my pleasure. Call me a sadist if you want." Charlie shook her head, hearing Tommy go on about his dick. "It seems you're the one who's in love with dick. Maybe you're going a little gay," she offered up. She put up a mock disappointed face. "Oh really? Mother fuck. I was hoping to suck your cock after we finished breakfast, because they always give a shitty desert for breakfast." She scoffed. "Fire head. Like I haven't heard that one before," she muttered to herself.

She ignored his quip about two lesbians together. Mostly because he got her there and she did't have anything to say about it. "Does it really matter? People know I'm a loner and they think I'm a lesbian too. I wonder who started that rumor," she said giving Tommy a glare. Charlie was the damn queen of hiding you're private, none-hateful, thoughts. And that fact she caught glimpses of Tommy after the break-up, she knew it was a tad bit different then he let out. He was more of a douche when it all happened. Charlie just stood out of the way and ignored him. "I'm pretty fucking fine with the way I think, you arse. And just because I don't act, or dress, like all your other fuck friends doesn't mean you can stereotype me. I'd rather get shot in the face then have to wear pink pumps and walk up to a guy and give him a light punch on the arm and twirl my hair like some idiot. Thanks but no thanks. I like myself, very much." She let out a breath and went back to her food.

[Tommy Finnigan]

"Loving my own dick makes me gay? I'm fine with that," Tommy said with a small laugh, not able to contain himself as per usual. It wasn't his fault that she was funny even when it was unintentional. "Well... I'm perfectly open to your mouth being... well, for lack of better word, open." He reached over and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, babe. Just so happens that I love red heads. They're always such firecrackers in bed. Never disappoint... same goes for him. Must just be a redhead thing."

Tommy raised his hands in a surrendering motion. "Hey, don't blame me. I wouldn't have thought of that rumour in a million years. I actually like you even if you're a complete bitch sometimes." He had to admit, he did have respect for Charlie, not that he'd admit it in a million years. "You do know that not all hot girls wear pink pumps and twirl hair, right? And be a goth, what-fucking-ever, but I'm just saying that my Ma would tell you to go easy on the eye liner because nobody's lying when they call you a raccoon."

((OOC: HAHA! Oh God, I love her, haha. xD))

[Charlie Holiday]

Charlie shook her head, not even trying to deal with him so early in the morning. But she was sure he was going to say something to get her riled up. She could feel it. “Gee, thanks for that, I’ll keep that in mind.” She was definitely not going to keep that in mind. She smacked his hand away and brushed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, well how many redheads have you done? One? Two? That’s not exactly many to go off of. And how about we stop with the redhead nicknames. Go bother a Weasley or something…For fucks sake. Fire head. Firecracker,” she went on about all the other redhead related terms he’s called her. “Fire crotch, frotch, copper head, red herring, the big red, bush fire, cherry, ginger snap, and last but not least my favorite, copper cock. I have no idea how you got copper cock. I‘m a woman.”

Charlie squinted her eyes at him. “Sure, fine.” She looked away from him, feeling a quirk on her lips. “Don’t compliment me. It’s too fucking weird,” she said still not looking at him. She pinched her thigh under the table and let out a hiss. At least she wasn’t smiling anymore. “Oh, I’m sorry, all the ’hot’ girls wear either red or animal print pumps. My mistake. And their hair has been curled so many fucking times, it’s practically useless to twirl their hair.” She felt her face get hot. “Well I don’t give two fucks about what your mom thinks. And nobody’s lying when they call you blind as fuck tosser because you was dating the biggest cheating whore in the school.”

((OOC: i love her so much!teen charlie!))