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Margaery was plotting. That was always a bad sign.
Loras could read his twin sister like a book. A picture book. Everything you needed to know about Margaery Tyrell was on her mouth. Of course her eyes gave some clues, but Loras could translate every angle of her smirk to a different emotion.
Today, she swung open the door to his room and her pink painted lips were quirked at the angle that told him she had another dastardly scheme in mind. Margaery specialized in matchmaking and righting all the wrongs of high school, like some sort of vigilante socialite. Which meant more often than not, Loras got roped into helping her.
Loras sighed and flipped his book closed as Margaery closed the door behind her.
“I was doing homework.” He complained, running a hand through his blond curls. “We have to finish The Great Gatsby by tomorrow, remember? Can your schemes wait?”
“How did you know I was scheming?” Margaery asked. “Nevermind. Anyways, I finished that ages ago. But this can’t wait.”
Loras considered his options for a minute. He was close enough to the end of the book. And anyways, it was Mr. Lannister’s (the nice Mr. Lannister, Tyrion) class so he wouldn’t get in too much trouble if he didn’t finish. And besides, it didn’t matter what he said, Margaery would keep talking anyways.
“Fine. But only if you let me borrow your notes.”
Margaery grinned and pulled out The Notebook. To say Margaery was organized was an understatement. Despite her wild demeanor, everything was penciled down in a basic, black and white composition notebook, stuffed fat with extra sheets of paper and sticky notes containing everything from homework and her cheer schedule, to complex diagrams detailing the social lives of everyone at school. This was edition #8, which she marked on the front cover, and Loras saw the entire bookshelf full of notebooks in her room.
“The Notebook? Looks like this is a pretty serious scheme, huh?”
“This is a plan of the utmost importance.” Margaery hissed, cracking open the notebook to reveal a list written in purple gel pen. “And I need your help.”
“You always need my help.” Loras teased, peeking over the top of her notebook to read the list.
The top of the page read in all caps Operation Dump his Ass.
“A breakup scheme? This is a little different than what you usually do.” Loras glanced at his sister, confused. As usual, Margaery’s notebook was filled with codenames, they were all kept record of somewhere she’d never tell Loras, so the majority of it made no sense.
If Margaery had put in as much work in her lab reports as her gossip, Loras thought, she’d be a genius. The paper read:
Abstract: Due to some worrying rumors, I have come to the conclusion that Lady’s boyfriend, Dick Boyfriend, is an unhealthy match for her, and due to concern for her personal well being (and absolutely nothing to do with my massive crush on her) I plan to highlight his negative qualities and cause Lady to realize Dick Boyfriend is wrong her and cause them to break up.
1: Identify Target: Lady and Dick boyfriend, enlist help (Rose Boy, Wolf Pack maybe??)
2: Gather information on Dick Boyfriend
3: Gather information on Dick Boyfriend from Lady, see what she knows/thinks
3: Ally with Wolf Pack
4: Cause some sort of public scandal
5: Inform Lady
6: Complete Task
“So,” Loras asked when he’d finished reading the list. “I can’t help you until I know. Who’s Lady?”
Margaery sighed and sat down next to Loras, pulling her auburn ponytail out and letting her hair tumble around her shoulders. She stared at her hands for a minute, hesitant to tell Loras. That was one thing he couldn’t read about his sister. She’d managed to keep her romantic conquests completely under the radar, preferring to set up her friends.
“Come on, Marge.” He nudged her shoulder, and she smiled slightly.
“It’s Sansa.” Margery confided, blushing.
“How did I never guess that?” Loras asked in disbelief. Sansa and Margaery had been best friends practically since they could walk. Last year when Margaery was in high school but Sansa still wasn’t had been almost the end of the world for his sister. But even now, every weekend when Sansa wasn’t at the Tyrells’, Margaery was at the Starks’. “So you already have a first hand witness of how protective her family is. Even if I was straight, I’d be too scared of Robb and Jon to ever date Sansa.”
“Oh please. They’re harmless.” He didn’t know about that. They were both on the football team with him, and though they liked Loras, he was still a little terrified of the two seniors.
“So if Sansa is Lady, I assume that means Dick Boyfriend is that freshman prick Joffrey Baratheon?”
“Yes. Satan incarnate.” She groaned. “Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck ever convinced her to date that sadistic, evil, little bitch baby!”
“Physical intimidation, probably?” Loras suggested. “Not himself, of course. Joffrey can’t lift his own backpack without pulling a muscle.”
Loras laughed at his own joke, but his sister was still decidedly unmoved.
“That’s what I’m worried about.” She mumbled.
“Hey, Marge,” Loras put an arm around his sister. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re scheme will totally pay off. Have any of your plans not gone over seamlessly before? You even got Jon and Ygritte to get together!”
She smiled and wiped at her eyes. “And yet you still refuse to let me help you.”
Loras tensed up at that. “I told you, Margaery, I don’t want him to know.”
“And why not? You’re crazy about him!”
“Exactly!” He said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I can’t just scare him off! He’d never want to see me again.”
“And then who’d keep you from failing bio.” Margaery said dryly. “I swear one day you’ll be begging me to help you. Then you’ll thank me.”
“I can handle myself, Marge.”
Fortunately, the tension was cut by a voice calling them to dinner from downstairs.
“You’re off the hook this time, Loras.” Margaery pointed at him before hurrying down the stairs. “But remember, you still have to face him tonight!”