Private: Libby & Barty.

[bluejeans]

Padraig let out a short snort of laughter. “Somewhere less wet? I’d invite you into the public house but Englishmen aren’t very welcome there.” He murmured. “Look, how about we just get this done out here quickly?” Padraig then jammed his hands into his pockets. “You know how most the families can’t pay the rent right now? Well, that’s because its way too high and the land we get, wouldn’t grow a weed!” He said angrily.

[Bartimaeus]

Snowfoot took a hand from his pocket, mimicing his words with his hand. "Blah blah blah... I don't care." Snowfoot rolled his eyes.

(very rushed post. Need to go now)

~Barty

[Bartimaeus]

wittle bump

~Barty

[bluejeans]

“You’ll care when a mob of Irishmen gather outside your manor and burn it down.” Padraig said glaring at Snowfoot. “You do realise that there will be rebellion if you don’t stop taking such a high rent?”

[Bartimaeus]

"They'll dare not to do such thing, and you shouldn't either if you have any sense. When is it your place to threaten me, Irish scum?"

~Barty

[bluejeans]

“Threat? You have mistaken me, I am only telling you the truth. I’m not saying I’ll be part of the rebellion, just saying that there are some unhappy lads, who will most likely rebel.” Padraig said with a shrug of his shoulder. "Scum? Ha, I'll try and ignore that remark."

[Bartimaeus]

Snowfoot opened up the black car door without turning back. He signalled to the driver to take their leave, and so they did. "Idiot..." Snow began to murmur as they drove back through the litle village, cobblestone paths and winding driveways, back to the house.

~Barty

[bluejeans]

Padraig huffed as the landlord drove off. “Fool.” He turned around, and walked into the shop, he wanted to spread the news that the landlord didn’t show any interest in lowering the rent.

((You're WB spread to me D:))

[Bartimaeus]

(Lawl, it'll go once the plan takes place)

(Timeskip, perhaps?)

~Barty

[bluejeans]

~TimeSkip~

Niamh threw a sod of turf into the fire, she had been told not to let it die. She was the only herself awake in the house. She sat back in the chair, she had nothing to do. She began to comb her hair with her fingers.