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emmuhline‌:

       。•  * ☪             ❛      he  DOES  love  the  sound  of  his  own  voice     ,                                                           doesn’t  he      ?                                         not  unlike  every  other  man  i’ve  met     .     ❜

         ❛   serves  you  right     .                          were     …      were  you  close  to  him     ?    ❜

       “  he  does.   it’s  exhausting;                              not  like  ME,  of  course.  I  love  to  shut  up   ...                and  can  wax  poetic  about  that  love  if  you  need  proof.  “

                       “ it  does,  doesn’t  it.            close  ENOUGH.   you  sleep  two  beds  away  from  someone,   you  rarely  despise  ‘em.  “

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hookuhms‌:

               daisy  sat  up,  vaguely  embarrassed  for  some  reason.   ❛   —   not  a  prime  nap  spot  ?  tell  that  to  every  student  who’s  ever  drifted  off  in  divination,   ❜   she  quipped,  rubbing  the  sleep  out  of  her  eyes.  watching  him  as  he  took  a  seat  next  to  her,  she  wondered  why  he’d  come  here.  she  didn’t  ask.   ❛   —   the  plus  side  of  here  is  that  —   ❜   is  that  usually,  people  can’t  be  bothered  to  climb  up  all  the  stairs.   ❛   —   is  that  you’ll  fall  asleep  instantly,  you’ll  be  so  TIRED  from  climbing  up  all  the  stairs.   ❜

             “ that  explains  it   ---   m’not  exactly  an  expert  in  sleeping  in  divination. “   lachlan  shrugged  and  glanced  sideways  at  daisy;   well  aware  he’d  interrupted  a  nap  and  just  now  feeling  that  perhaps  he  should’ve  just  let  her  be.   “ not  that  I  doubt  it’ll  put  you  to  sleep.  just  never  took  it.   but   ---   “   lachlan  felt,  suddenly  in  tandem  with  the  belief  he  should’ve  walked  away  when  he  saw  daisy,  that  he  needed  to  explain  himself.   “ my  sister  did.   recommended  the  windows  for  some  choice  people - watching.  you  park  yourself  long  enough  to  see  some  real  madness   ...   thanks,  yeah,  to  those  stairs. “   

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hoe-cuspocus‌:

theodore conceded at that point, unwilling to dive into the deep tendrils of a conversation surrounding the true gravity of life as they knew it. death was a concept all too real for them all and though he could reach intense levels with his humor, his apathy only went so far.  ❛   crazy for the TIMES, that’s for sure. not sure if that’s so terrible though, i suppose i’ve gotten used to a bit of hostility around the season. how do you forsee this whole thing going then ?   ❜ 

“ okay, well   ...  “   lachlan hedged. he’d just made his own case against seeing a fight to the death; but he wasn’t sure if not wanting it was enough to keep it from happening.   “ I don’t foresee it going WELL. but the castle’s big enough that we can just shove people into separate corners of it if we start to see a blood bath breaking out. or, you can shove ‘em into separate corners. I have almost no experience with hostile holidays. “

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giideonprewett‌:

       gideon knew lachlan was trying — trying what little energy gideon was giving him, stepping around him as if he were surrounded by glass. which perhaps he was. and perhaps gideon liked it that way. offering lachlan as much of a bemused smile as he could, gideon hid yet again behind a cloud of smoke, watching as it drifted into the cool night air, aimless.  ❛ and yer n.e.w.t.s are important now, are they? here i’d assumed most people were wishing to be taken out before the exams. ❜  exams — so mundane, a laughable thought in the new life of gideon prewett. he hadn’t even thought about them since he’d been back, and the idea that someone actually cared amidst everything else seemed ridiculous.  ❛ i can say with absolute certainty that any threat i’ve received from molly would 100% be followed out. mine, i’m not so sure. ❜

        it felt a little much to laugh again, so lachlan didn’t;  it would’ve been a humorless thing and there was no need to cloud the air with such obvious deceit along with the smoke. he’d already lied about his initial reasons for approaching gideon   ---   a lie he didn’t feel bad about, for the record. but lachlan needn’t give it company. he lifted a shoulder instead, in some half-hearted shrug, and waved his lit cigarette around in an equally half-hearted gesture.    “ they’re not that important to me, no, “   he said. then he did let out his laugh, humorless and dark. his shoulder lowered into something of a slump.   “ but, they matter to my parents. I’m currently aiming for straight acceptables, y’know? can’t die before completing such lofty goals. “   you know how it is, he thought but didn’t say. gideon seemed mighty flippant but lachlan wasn’t in the mood to push his luck and the conversation to an edge. he huffed out a cloud of acrid smoke and grinned lazily at his housemate.   “ I’ll be careful not to piss her off, then. I haven’t so far, I think, but now that it’s a conscious effort I’m sure I’ll fuck it up massively. if you find me sleeping off a hex in the common room next week, you’ll know why. “

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giideonprewett‌:

        a small, reflex chuckle fell from gideon’s lips, the trail of smoke following shortly after. the response from his dorm mate had come quick, far too quick to have been the truth. a small part of gideon couldn’t blame him, or the myriad of others who had asked before him — of course they were going to be curious. the question they asked wasn’t so much ‘ how are you ’ as much as it was ‘ what was it like ’. and gideon never wanted to answer that question — ever. looking up at lachlan, gideon’s stone cold features barely made a dent of any emotion, but his head nodded as if to say fine.  ❛ c’mon, hawthorn. come have a smoke, then. jus’ don’t go askin’ stupid questions, or i might be forced to kill ya in your sleep. don’t forget, we’re back to sharing a room now. ❜

               lachlan loosed a huff of breathe that, to the right ear, could’ve been interpreted as laughter. it chimed in with gideon’s chuckle and faded out before it, too; lachlan felt an itch under his skin and knew it probably wasn’t anything compared to what gideon was feeling.   “ all I know to ask are stupid questions, “   he muttered.   “ haven’t you heard the way flitwick gets on my case about ‘em? “   lachlan belatedly pulled his lighter out and thought to himself, cynical even in his own mind: penance for thinking to ask something so stupid. the cigarette felt right when it brought it up to his mouth.   “ but, alright, alright. consider my mouth zipped tight as it can be. I’ve got two sisters, y’know, I can trust that that threat’s not made in vain   ---   knowing you’ve got two siblings yourself. last thing I need’s my own death before I even get the chance to bomb my n.e.w.t.s. “  

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emmuhline‌:

 。•  * ☪     ❛       it’s  not  really  a  confession     ,    lachlan      .                              everyone  knows  that  look  you  sport      .                                                              …                                               you  know    ,              the  one  that  hints  of  how  you’d  rather  be  sipping  arsenic     ?      ❜

 ❛      but  seeing  as  i  like  your  face                                            they  found  the  prewett  boy      .    ❜    

                “   hey!        it’s  possible  that  that’s  just  my               listening  face  you  like.   I  love  listening                                                        to  dumbledore  talk     ...                   love  how  he  loves  the  sound  of  his  own  voice.  “    

               “   ...   oh,  shit.                                  fuck.     I  zoned  out  through  that?  “

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*sensually whispering into your ear* sorry about who i am as a person

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hookuhms‌:

               ❛   —   WHAT  ?   ❜   daisy  blurted,  jerking  awake.  the  dimly  lit  sofas  of  the  divination  classroom  swam  into  view  blurrily,  the  air  thick  and  sweet  with  incense.  she  rubbed  her  eyes,  trying  to  pull  herself  from  her  stupor.   ❛   —   sorry,  i  was  just  …  i  was  just  trying  to  take  a  nap.   ❜   the  headache  she’d  had  since  her  parents  arrived  was  beginning  to  return,  as  well  as  the  heartache  she’d  had  since  dumbledore’s  announcement.  they  said  he  was  broken,  bloody,  bruised.  daisy  closed  her  eyes.  she  wished  she  was  asleep  again.

“ uh, YEAH, I’d noticed, “   lachlan muttered in an undertone, trying to whisper   ( uselessly, he supposed )   now that daisy was actually awake. the air in the room was beginning to give him a headache, and he floundered for more words through the throb of it.   “ this sort of doesn’t seem like a prime nap spot. I mean, just in my opinion: kinda shitty. that’s why I was waking you up? “   lachlan’s voice trailed off, and with a grimace he sat down next to daisy.   “ the seating is uncomfortable, at least. if you’ve gotta nap outside of your bed, the library’s always my pick. “

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giideonprewett‌:

                    ❛ i wouldn’t if i were you. ❜  gideon let his head fall back against the stone wall of the castle. a cigarette hung loosely between his lips, and he brought his lighter up to it, watching as smoke began to trail from the end. not looking at his newest admirer whose footsteps he’d heard in the crunch of the snow, he let out a light chuckle, exhaling the smoke in a long, slow breath.  ❛ you were gonna ask me how i’m doing, huh? well, m’fucking dandy, so why don’t you move alone and spread some rumours about someone else. i need some me time. ❜  as if he hadn’t had enough of that these last four months.

                   “ I wasn’t gonna ask how you were doing, “   lachlan protested while that very question died down his throat. alright   ---   sue him. lachlan knew, logically, how lame the question was. he’d hated hearing it himself last spring, even if his family had been the only ones who knew to ask; he couldn’t picture getting it from the whole castle. hell, he’d fought very hard to keep his name from news of the accident to prevent it.   “ this is just   ...   y’know, prime smoking spot. “   hastily he lugged a battered pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, waving them in gideon’s direction. an excuse that he hoped his housemate would let slide. maybe if lachlan thought really hard about how this wasn’t morbid curiosity, or pity   ---   the sentiments would reach gideon, like telepathy, legilimency.   “ but I can move if you want. “ 

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emmuhline‌:

      。•  * ☪     ❛  well  isn’t  THAT  an  interesting  development   .  ❜     

                 “   ---   is  it?   time  to  confess  that  I  haven’t  been  paying  attention.   but  now  that  it’s  interesting,   I’m  all  in.  “ 

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edgvrbone‌:

as tempting as it was — and the mental image alone of his mother knocking out abernathy was incredibly tempting — edgar was legitimately and truly unsure if that would be worth the cost of admission.  while his parents had never exactly been freewheeling types, their capacity for fun had severely diminished since amelia went missing.  and sure, edgar got it honest, but by the end of the summer, he’d been aching to return to hogwarts;  more eager than ever to get away from his parents.  he wasn’t ready to face that again, but how could he explain that to his classmates?  “if she comes, i’ll be sure to plant that idea in her head.  i think it’s something to which we all need to bear witness.”  a big if, one that edgar really needed to buckle down and make a decision upon.

“ if she comes, yeah; might as well, “   lachlan said. he shrugged, a big, expansive gesture; the kind of thing you perfected to keep from needing to inject words into things. he knew other people   ( PLENTY of other people, if the grumblings around the castle were any indication )   weren’t looking forward to seeing families fill the castle’s halls. lachlan   ...   he was looking forward to seeing his family. but he wasn’t looking forward to staying stuck in the castle. he’d fought so hard to RETURN to it, after the accident; but only for the normalcy it represented. now, staying was a sign of how bad things were. edgar of all people probably understood that, and lachlan was overcome by a sudden discomfort at keeping at the topic.   “ but maybe we’d all be tired of fistfights by that time ANYWAY. I saw some third years ready to come to blows yesterday, we’re all feeling so cooped up. “

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hoe-cuspocus‌:

  ❛     you wouldn’t enjoy, say, a good old spar to the DEATH situation ? that’s ultimately where this whole shindig is leading; whether they plan it or not. hostility is at it’s alltime high, we’re all confined in a pretty closed quarters. i dunno, i’d pay  b i g  bucks to see it all go down.   ❜  

“ not to put too fine a hyperbole on this, but I think I’d rather die than witness a fight to the death. “   lachlan’s tone didn’t change   ---   warmth and dryness there in equal measure, like was the new usual for him.  but even in jest he didn’t want to see anyone else die,  again.   “ I like my holidays without hostility, y’know? I’m a fucking TRADIONALIST,  that way,  call me crazy. “ 

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marxmck‌:

“  WELL IT DOES WARM MY HEART THAT I WON’T BE                                alone in the outrageous family department and i will have you in my company. won’t you hold my hand so i can get some of your bravery  ?  “

“  OH,  SORRY, BUT I’LL ACTUALLY NEED BOTH OF MY HANDS   ---                   to cover my eyes, you know, so I won’t have to see any havoc my family creates, and therefore can’t be held accountable for any of it. I can sit in solidarity with you as you do the same, though. “

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hoe-cuspocus‌:

   ❛    you’d think they’d pull out something more exciting. but a DINNER ? it’s like they want us all to be depressed.  ❜  

“ if everybody’s families are coming, I don’t know that I, personally, could HANDLE anything more exciting than dinner. “

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edgvrbone‌:

his mind was still reeling from dumbledore’s news.  the old bat wanted to cancel their break?  going home had long been a source of looming dread for edgar, but it had seemed like an unavoidable option.  inviting families to hogwarts felt rash, and that was as diplomatic as he cared to be.  “my parents cannot step foot in this castle.  my mum would knock his royal highness inquisitor abernathy right on his fat arse.”  though he was deadly serious, the mental image it granted was enough to make him smile.  “hm.  on second thought … ”

“ I might invite your parents to come myself, “   lachlan mused.  “ if only so I can see your mum knock abernathy onto his arse. could be a fun way to spend the holiday, you know. “  he nodded his head in edgar’s direction, a smile of his own making its way across his face at the mental image of mrs. bones and ewan abernathy going at it in the great hall.  “ neither of my dads are really the ‘fistfight the new, ministry appointed d.a.d.a. professor’  type, which is a shame. you’v gotta let the rest of us live viciously through your mother. “

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doemeadoes‌:

               *    /    ✨   !    truly    embarrassing    ;    first    for    being     caught    playing   on    the    quidditch    field     and     secondly    ,     at     just     the    time    where    her    small    figure    spirals    with    a    shriek    towards    the    ground   and    landing    on    arse     .     when     he     approaches     ,     her     limbs    appear     spread    as    if     creating    angels    in    the    snow    instead    of    waiting    for    it     to    swallow    her    whole    .      ❛    not    my    brightest     idea     ,     ❜     admitted    through   gritting    teeth    ,     pain    radiating    with    origin    still    unknown   due    to    numbed    skin     .    ❛    they   make   it    look   all   fun   and   games    ,    but    i    s’pose    that    one    time    of    training    doesn’t    equate    their    years   ,    right    ?    ❜    @hvrtling​

                “  guess  not.  “    too  late  to  do  much  to  change  his  tone,   lachlan  wondered  if  maybe  dorcas  had  been  looking  for  something  closer  to  sympathy,   for  her  position  flat  on  the  snowy  blanket  of  the  pitch.   his  tone  rarely  hit  light,   these  days   ---   even  the  promise  of  his  family’s  upcoming  visit  couldn’t  pull  lachlan’s  mind  from  mild  cynicism.   to  take  some  of  the  sting  out  of  his  blunt  agreement    ( hopefully )    he  made  to  sit  down  next  to  dorcas,   the  cold,   damp  of  the  snow  immediately  seeping  through  his  jeans.    “  ah,   that’s  alright.   we  all  fuck  up,   yeah?   just  SUCKS  to  have  it  happen  on  a  broom.   you  alright?  “