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{ Greta paused before jumping. } Oh no, what are you staring at? I haven’t got something on my face have I? 

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Mhm. { Greta hummed happily. } I mean even if they don’t and it’s a load of make believe, it’s just a nice thought. 

Do they?

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Well now you do know. { She nodded happily. } It’s probably a really useless bit of information to have but nevermind, ey?

I personally did not know that. 

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Yes, I mean, so I’ve read. I’ve never actually seen it myself but I suppose the fairies are just doing a good job at hiding. { She paused for a brief moment. } I mean it’s perfectly logical, wouldn’t you agree?

Is … that proven, Greta? 

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Kiko Mizuhara for Harper’s Bazaar Japan May 2016

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A lovely woman from Hollywood films? Well, I’ll certainly take that as a compliment. It’s far better than being told you speak like an old age pensioner. { Greta laughed cheerfully before her face dropped at what he said. } S-sorry? Well, I mean, maybe. I know you’re talking about Berty but that’s different, I don’t fancy him. Not really... It’s complicated? { Greta pointed at Benjy assertively. } No telling him! I’d die of embarrassment, I would literally fall back into my own grave. 

( Benjy swayed a bit at her push ) Ever so. You sound like those lovely women in the classic Hollywood films. ( he raises a brow, smiling cheekily ) Oh? You don’t…have a type. I find that quite curious because…it seems to me you do. Blondes. Over six foot. Slightly clueless. But very kind. Ringing any bells? 

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Don’t be silly. Of course fairies wear hats, they wear flower shaped ones so they can blend in better. Everyone knows that. 

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{ Greta laughed amusedly before lightly pushing Benjy. } You are ever so silly, Benjy. { She tilted her head thoughtfully. } Hmm, well I see what you mean. I wouldn’t say I'm into it exactly, I don’t really have much of a type. It’s more the passion I find appealing, all quidditch players completely devote themselves to the sport and it’s admirable to me... I’m also just a mess that crushes on everyone so, there’s that. 

( Benjy took in her smug grin, countering it with a grin of his own ) The absolute juiciest there is. ( he propped his chin in his hand, blinking expectantly at her ) Whaaaat? No way. I’m telling everyone I know. ( he snorted ) I don’t quite get the appeal of the quidditch players. I mean they’re alright. If you’re into that. But 80 percent of them are neanderthals. 

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Yes, they are quite. { Greta sat down next to his bed, admiring the flowers on his bedside before turning back to him. } That is a shame, that would have been super super cool. Well no, they won’t forget what you are but that’s not too bad. There are bigger things to worry about than identity and you’re super talented, so it doesn’t matter. { She nodded. } That sucks. I got one too, i’m think a tattoo might cover it up. Another flower or something like that. 

They’re fucking depressing too, aren;t they? {He raised an eyebrow at her reaaction, more surprised than anything else} No, I can’t. It’s a fucking shame. {he scoffed} I’m sure no ones going to be forgetting I’m a half vampire anytime soon. {He nods} Yep. They fucking carved HALFBREED in my arm. I would have forgotten otherwise. 

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That’s ok, you don’t have to apologise to me. I reckon I’d be pretty snappy if I were stuck in a hospital bed too, hospitals are the most boring places on the planet. { She smiled back before picking up the paper and nodding. } Vampire? Cool.. do you turn into a bat? You know I wouldn’t worry too much about it, news dies down pretty quickly these days. Did you get one of those things on your arm too?

Greta- sorry, didn’t realize it was you. I thought it was another healer {he sighed, taking the card from her and trying to force a convincing smile} Cheers. Yeah well, the healer fucking hates me. {He glanced down at the newspaper once before tossing it towards her without replying} 

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Exactly, it wouldn’t be fair at all. { She nodded in agreement with a smug grin. } The juiciest gossip? Well I don’t know if you’ll enjoy it too much, but apparently, Celestina Warbeck caught snogging multiple members of the Chudley Canons. I mean you can’t really blame her, Quidditch players are lovely- we should probably change the conversation before I bore your brains out.

Well, I suppose I can’t knock down what you find interesting. Wouldn’t be fair. ( he sighs, lifting his shoulders as he put on a smile ) Go on then, Greta. Tell me the juiciest gossip the paper has today. I need a laugh.

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Wow, Lorcy. Those were some cruel words, you could just ask me to go. { Greta tilted her head before handing him a card. } I just came to give you a get well soon card. I had cake too but the healer said you’re not allowed it, how rubbish is that?... What are you reading?

{Lorcan’s didn’t look up from the Daily Prophet clenched tightly in his hands and his tone was more tired than harsh when he spoke as he heard the door open} Pretty sure I can’t hurt myself or more fucking importantly, anyone else, while I’m locked in here so why don’t you fuck off, yeah?

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{ Greta shrugged. } I know the gossip columns are a load of rubbish, I just find them interesting.

Is that The Prophet? Don’t tell me you’re actually reading that sorry waste of parchment.

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Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react.

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Good, it’s much nicer than a beer. { She grinned whilst make a drink before putting it in front of Marlene. } Don’t worry about that, it’s my treat. I get weird old men buying me drinks all the time, I’ve got loads to use up yet. 

Rum and cola [ Marlene slapped her hand against the bar ] Sold! Your finest coke, and finest rum… that’s not over 10 pounds, please.

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That’s fair enough. { She scrunched her nose up as she thought. } Hmm, well I really like amaretto and lemonade. That or rum and cola.

So long as it does its job of getting me absolutely pissed- i’ll drink anything. But, what would you recommend, sweet Greta?

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{ Greta tilted her head thoughtfully as she listened whilst slightly nodding along to what Benjy was saying. } I suppose that is pretty logical, yes. Especially is that’s you’re goal. But you know, I do mates rates for the people I really like. So if you play your cards right I could get you a whiskey cheaper than a pint. 

( Benjy smiled, raising his glass to to her before beginning to chug some of the beer down ) Wanna know what I think? ( he didn’t wait for her answer ) Logically, beer is always a better option. I hardly think the bitterness and carbonation even matter. It’s hardly about taste at all. It’s about saving a pretty few sickles. I mean, why would I buy whiskey - which is practically robbery at these prices, mind you - when I can get a few pints, half the price, and get just as shit-faced? It makes more sense, you know?