#ft. faye travers

[nottatty]

[owl] : ZELUS WARRINGTON DIED FOR OUR SINS

[owl]; You yelled that, and every other variation of “Zelus didn’t die for this” during last night’s party. 

[andrew-davies]

knock knock

11. Your character walking in on mine waiting in bed for them.

Andrew had always thought about it in the back of his mind. He hadn’t remembered that night, but he remembered waking up next to Faye. They’d wandered away from a party and he had always told himself nothing had happened, but he couldn’t lie to himself. He could get away from the knowledge that he didn’t know.

He sat on Faye’s bed, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped together. Every bone in his body told him to ignore it and just walk away--never bring it up again--but his moral compass told him that he couldn’t keep acting like it never happened.

As soon as the door opened, Andrew’s head shot up to see who had walked in. As soon as he saw Faye, he stood up.

“Rapunzel?” He smirked at the nickname and shook his head. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Something tells me I’m never going to get rid of that nickname.” Letting his had scratch the back of his neck, he tried to find a way to bring up what he wanted to talk about.

“Spit it out.” Andrew watched her for a moment, followed her movement as she closed the door and set her things down.

“We need to actually talk about what happened when we left the party.” His hand dropped back to his side as he tried to read her expression. Faye raised an eyebrow, but didn’t speak, making it increasingly harder to want to stay and continue the conversation.

“What about it?” 

The indifference in her voice aggravated him, but he shook his head, groaning. “This isn’t bothering you in the slightest?”

“There’s nothing to be bothered about.” He watched her shrug, then move to the door, opening it back up. “Believe me, you’d know.”

Andrew watched her in silence, wondering how she could be so sure. After a moment, he picked up his bag and walked out the door.

[nottatty]

[owl] : Part of him is half-giant ;)

[owl]; You’re a little vixen, you know that right?

[owl]; I’ve taught you well.

[nottatty]

knock knock

12. Your character walking in on mine singing at the top of their lungs

Atalia didn’t often let herself be completely loose, not even in private. There was always tension and anger and distracting thoughts, but she’d had a little too much to drink and her favorite Vibes Twins’ song was on the radio.

A quick glance down the hallway showed that no one was home, so she closed her door and cranked the music up, allowing herself to sing every word at the top of her lungs.

She felt the anger and tension she was holding on to ebb away as she danced around her room, laughing and finally feeling free.

“I’ll come back another time.” The voice had to yell above the music, but it still startled her. She quickly turned around and returned the music back to an acceptable volume.

“Faye. I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Yeah, that much is true.” Faye’s eyes traveled around the room and Atalia could feel the tension accumulating in her shoulders again. She was friends with Faye, had even amused the thought of mentoring her among the Death Eaters, but a lot had changed over the past couple months.

“You could stand there and stare at me,” she said, breathing heavy after all the dancing. “Or. You could forget about whatever your here to bother me about and just dance for a minute or two.”

It was a crazy suggestion, something neither of them had ever said to each other. Atalia stared at the younger girl before reaching over and turning the music back up. She let herself be a little reckless, starting to dance as she stared Faye down.

“Fine,” she heard her say. “But no one hears of this.”

[nottatty]

[owl] : Just auctioned off another one of Abbott’s shirts. Guess who’s five galleon’s richer?

[owl]; Only five galleons? You easily could have sold it for 10.

[nottatty]

[text]: Your mom is drunk at the bar

[text]: Make sure she doesn’t leave and I’ll be there to deal with her in a few, okay?

[nottatty]

✉ ⁇ ø %

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

txt; Don’t let your parents dictate what you want to do.txt; If you join, I want it to be on your own terms–not theirs

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

txt; bloondie~~txt; Is it treu yur fukking my broter??txt; I thot that wuld nver happn

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text

txt; there’s some champagne calling my name.txt; Wanna break some rules and sneak out on the grounds?

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

txt; Are you naturally blonde?txt; I mean–do the curtains match the drapes? ;)

[nottatty]

[text]:I thought I would be a proper lady and put my spare panties in a ziplock

[text;] Naturally.[text;] I’ve seen people to it with shoes, why not knickers?

[nottatty]

[text]:'go have sex with him' does not count as wingman

txt; Ummmm?txt; It did work, did it not? You certainly got his attention