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ofsoundfury:

It would be a lie to say that the year of the war was harder on Pansy as it was for other people. Because of her blood, her reputation, and her rank of family name, she had managed to stay fairly safe through it all. But even being safe didn’t mean really being safe. She wasn’t one who truly enjoyed torturing individuals since physical pain truly wasn’t her forte. There was something so much more satisfying when you could make the skin crawl on someone more than inflicting pain. So much of the torture Pansy tried to avoid, it was a mess of things she didn’t need to be involved in, especially for a girl who hated cleaning up any sort of mess.

But still her reputation would stay the same. She stood by Draco with wide eyes and a bright smile through it all as thought that had been her chosen destiny. The biggest thing that Pansy did wrong was stay on the safe side, letting it keep her away from any mess, torture, or pain. And in the end, that was her greatest downfall. It was the same sort of accusation someone who just watched a murder got when they did nothing at all. It was all together too frightening to understand yet take back. 

“Anyone who doesn’t light the match but watches the fire grow is a monster,” she hummed back, glancing down to the food that suddenly had no appeal. “I may have not lit the match, but I stood right next to the fire. Hell, I even held its hand. But people who do that aren’t survivors,” Pansy laughed. “We’re just ghosts.” 

A monster. Laura wondered if that's what the people on the trials were: monsters. Growing up, she had always thought them to be terrible creatures hiding on the closet that scared her dreams and made it harder for her to sleep, but now she knew they were far more than the things narrated on books. They were real. Monsters, for Laura, were the look in people's eyes while torturing her, the way Brian and Isabela forgot her every night in nightmares, or how many screams she managed to hear while hiding from the war - not only that, but the knowledge that death eaters, people, caused those screams. She wondered if someone considered her to be a monster too - if she ever did anything to deserve such a terrible title.

"How can you be so sure? It's not like that is the end, for any of you." This time Laura was sure about what she was saying. She knew it to be true, and the reason why she did was because besides still running away from a lot of kids, there were others she decided to talk to, even befriended somehow. And with kids I mean the monsters from her past. "That's what the trials are for, right? To decide it. Your future and... if you're what you said, a monster, a ghost. But I don't know if it's possible to make up for any of it."

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xkingweasley:

Ron was fucking pissed, but that was nothing new. He more often than not found himself angry at everything, a simple bumping into him or the sound of a spoon clanking too loudly against a glass. Anything. But today was different, because today it wasn’t just anything, no, today he had damn good reason. His fucking leg was shattered once again, this time thanks to a member of the opposing team, which he supposed was better than his own teammate, but it still set his blood on fire. Not even the ending victory got his spirits up. Sure, he’d definitely performed worse in matches before, but he wasn’t necessarily great this time either and it was eating at his mind because he hated the fact that it seemed as if every one of their victories was based entirely on Harry. Yeah, most Quidditch matches came down to that anyways, but it wouldn’t hurt for the Gryffindor team to score some bloody points in the mean time.

His own lack of focus and tact is what landed him in the infirmary and he knew it, though he’d never admit it. He had a broken leg because he was too focused on trying to get his head in the game to actually get his head in the game, and it seemed that was becoming the problem more and more often recently and he knew it was only a matter of time before Harry really got on his arse about it. Getting yelled at was bad enough, getting yelled at by your best mate was even worse. Especially when you sodding deserved it. It was just the game before that he was chewed out last time, also with a broken leg, but this time it would just be embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as having Madam Pomfrey give him that displeased look every time she seems him, which seems to be a lot more than either of them would like. He wouldn’t be surprised if the old bitch did something wrong on purpose one of these days, just to punish him.

He sat back on the bed, arms crossed and face drawn in a pouty and vaguely pissed off look, obviously less than pleased to be here, while the matron inspected his leg, tutting all the while. “Well, Ronald, looks like you’ve got another clean break, but on the left leg this time. Looks like you’re evening it out, hm?” Her voice had that sweet old lady tone to it, but he could tell it was condescending so he just muttered in response. She waved a hand and before she got the chance to fix him he heard another patient moan in pain some distance away and he had to stop himself from groaning. “One moment, dear.” She said then, turning and disappearing behind the separator.

It was only then that he looked up and noticed the blonde standing there somewhat timidly and he raised in impatient eyebrow. When she spoke he then realized who she was. She was from the Hufflepuff team. It was a less-than-appealing realization and he sighed as she spoke, nodding his head. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. What’s it to you?” He said, much more harshly than necessary. He was having a rather rough day, after all.

Laura had no idea how she managed to befriend people like Harry and Hermione ‒ Ginny was different because of their Quidditch's history ‒, but it seemed now that maybe she wouldn't even get to that point with Ronald. He was angry, probably as angry as she was right after the game, maybe more, and looked at her as if she would do a big favor just by disappearing. The Hufflepuff decided not to, though, and kept staring him, waiting for his voice to die down so she could speak. "I just thought I could come check how you’re doing. I mean, we both performed poorly at the game and... well, your leg." Bludgers, never a good thing to underestimate them.

"I almost got hit, too." She shrugged, hoping he wouldn't get mad at her or anything. She was still pissed because of her own performance, but even that wasn't enough to stop her from becoming the shy almost-passive girl she could be when around people that scared her somehow. And, well, in that situation, Ronald was scary.

Nothing was well || Laura and Ron

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suexli:

Sue regretted her words the moment she recognized the young blonde behind her. “Oh…Laura…” she said as she bot her lip. She really needed to control her snappy attitude. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t meant to be…” she sighed. “That…rude, I…” she looked at her hair again and then back at Laura. “It’s…it’s awful isn’t it?” she chuckled without humor and looked at the girl again. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t had the best of days today…”

As Laura asked if you could do something, Sue just shook her head. “I’m afraid not…I can’t uncharmed this thing for a week…” she said as she pointed to her hair. “I really don’t know what went wrong…” she said as she shook her head.

"It's not awful, it's just..." Laura tried, really tried, to think of a world that wouldn't hurt Sue's feelings. She didn't want to be insincere, because that would only make her a bad friend, but she didn't want to make her feel bad either. Even if Sue had 'screamed' at her, that was far from giving Laura the right of being a bad friend, and was definitely not what she wanted to be. "peculiar. I mean, I don't know, I just... wasn't expecting it. It doesn't really look like you." Laura bit her lips, hoping it wouldn't hurt Sue.

"I guess you didn't have experience? Well, whoever did it... B-but maybe you can buy a wig and use it? Or borrow one? I'm sure you could find something that looks like your natural hair." Laura only hoped so, and after all wigs were expensive. She herself would never have the money to buy it (well, maybe yes, but nothing in the world would make her buy it instead of things she needed or wanted more. She had to be careful with her family's money). "If you want to, while you can't uncharm it."

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traceydavxs:

Tracey felt a twinge of pain in her chest upon seeing Laura’s reaction. Hell, she didn’t need to the read the Hufflepuff girl’s mind to know what was going on inside that head of hers. But it was expected despite how painful it seemed to her. The last school year were dark and dangerous times for most of everyone, regardless of blood status. Tracey herself didn’t think she would have survived long, and the only reason she even did was because she followed the Carrows’ orders about punishing some students here and there. DADA classes have never been more… interesting, and she didn’t mean that in a good way.

It was impossible to forget the faces you once hurt, physically or emotionally. Even more when you’d done someone wrong physically. Laura Madley was one of those students that Tracey had the misfortune of casting the Cruciatus curse on. When the Carrows weren’t looking, she tried not to give the full blast. In fact, she never did try the full blast on any student–frankly because she was never really talented in that subject per say despite her Outstanding score for it after O.W.L.S. She couldn’t imagine what she’d feel now if she ever did try all her might on the curse. She’d likely never forgive herself.

But maybe Laura would, even if it was just half a forgiveness–if such a thing even existed. Last week, the girl had agreed to somehow be friends with her, but Tracey wasn’t a fool. She knew deep down that Laura was still scared. Just by the way the girl held her broom tight like a weapon was proof enough. 

There was hesitation in Laura’s voice as she seemingly tried to decide her stance on practicing together. Tracey waited patiently for her to make up her mind. She didn’t want to intrude on the girl’s practice. She’d done quite enough in the last year. But when Laura did, however, decide that they could practice together, Tracey smiled genuinely. 

“I think it’s a good idea too. We Beaters are birds of a feather, or whatever you may call it.” Tracey tried to laugh in order to lighten the mood. It was always her signature play on everything–how she didn’t take a lot of things too seriously. But when she does, she takes it hard. She went over to get a broom herself, and started searching for the chest of bludgers and Beater’s bats. “You know you can say no if you’re not comfortable practicing with me. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to with me, Laura. I do mean that.”

If Laura was to say the truth, she would confess Tracey was far from being the worst of all people that tortured her. She knew the Slytherin controlled herself while using the Cruciatus Curse, and she could feel it wasn't as bad as when people like the Carrow's sister themselves had a go with her. It was, after all, the worst pain in the world, to the point of making Laura indifferent to many others, but even it had levels. 

The Hufflepuff remembered all too well - the pain, how long it lasted, the look in some people's eyes, how some of them seemed angry and full of prejudice against her dirty blood and her refusal to torture others, but also the expression of guilty in others. And despite not being enough to end or ease the pain, at least some of those looks reminded her that they were all human.

Maybe that's why Laura had the strength to talk to her, to accept her proposal of trying to be friends. She wanted to, wanted to get to know Tracey and understand her reasons to do what she did, besides confirming that she wasn't a bad guy - 'bad guy' here meaning: those who didn't feel guilty at all. Yes, Laura's body reacted on its own, and even though she rationally knew - at least was almost sure - that Tracey would do nothing to hurt her, it was impossible to control the panic, the shivering, the need to run.

But she firmed her feet on the floor and stared at the older girl. "I can't say I'm comfortable, but... I want to do it. I really do." And this time, she meant it. Maybe Tracey would understand it too, just noticing the tone in her voice, how confident she sounded. Laura was scared, yes, but she would do this, no matter what. "Besides, I can use training with other people that are not from Hufflepuff." And this time she managed to breathe just time, even showed her a grin, laughed, not holding her broom as tight as a minute before. Things were going to be just fine. She hoped.

"I don't know how useful I'll be as a chaser, though. Any ideas?"

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Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Who trashes the house? Do either of them get physical? How often do they argue/disagree? Who is the first to apologise?

Sex:

Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? Who’s dominant in bed? Is head ever in the equation? If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? Who moans the most? Who leaves the most marks? Who screams the loudest? Who is the more experienced of the two? Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Rough or soft? How long do they usually last? Is protection used? Does it ever get boring? Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon? Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?   How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  How often do they get time to themselves?

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? What do they wear to bed? Are either of your muses insomniacs? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? Who wakes up first? Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? What is their favourite sleeping position? Who hogs the sheets? Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Who has ridiculous dreams? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Who makes the bed?  What time is bed time?  Any routines/rituals before bed? Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? 

Work:

Who is the busiest? Who rakes in the highest income? Are any of your muses unemployed? Who takes the most sick days? Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Who sucks up to their boss? What are their jobs? Who stresses the most? Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Are your muses financially stable? 

Home:

Who does the washing? Who takes out the trash? Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Who is messier?  Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Who forgets to flush the toilet? Who is the prankster around the house? Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Who takes the longest to shower? Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? How many cars do they own? Do they own their home or do they rent? Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Do they live in the city or in the country?  Do they enjoy their surroundings? What’s their song? What do they do when they’re away from each other? Where did they first meet? How did they first meet? Who spends the most money when out shopping? Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Any mental issues? Who’s terrified of bugs? Who kills the spiders around the house? Their favourite place? Who pays the bills? Do they have any fears for their future? Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Who uses up all of the hot water?  Who’s the tallest? Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Who wanders around in their underwear? Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? What do they tease each other about? Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Do they have mutual friends? Who crushed first?  Any alcohol or substance related problems? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most?

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Sue and Laura (sleeping thing/just because lmao)

Who is a night owl: SueWho is a morning person: Laura but Sue doesn’t mind. Laura always wakes up singing or playing music and Sue loves that.Are they cuddlers: Yes. Specially when it’s coldWho is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:Sue is always the big spoon.What is their favourite sleeping position: Spooning, actually. Laura is even tinier than Sue so they fit perfectly.Who steals all the blankets:Laura but Sue lets her having themWhat they wear to bed: Sue wears oversized t-shirts and Laura wears shorts and a pretty topWho likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Sue secretly thinks it’s incredibly cute when Lura wears her oversized t-shirts.Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Both.Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares SueWho accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Neither.Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Sue. She’s always fixing details on Laura’s appearance. 

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felipe-marquez:

It shocked him to see the little blonde girl slip into the classroom–he’d almost convinced himself that she wasn’t coming. It had been a long while since he’d sent the note, and he’d nearly fled the classroom more than once, deciding that he shouldn’t meet Laura after all. But by sheer force of will he stayed, forcing himself to face this consequence of his actions. This was important, and he needed to do it–for himself, but also for the people that he had harmed. This was the first step to healing for all of them, and it would be selfish to run and hide like a coward.

Laura was frozen in fear and the sight of her made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He had done this to her, conditioned her to have such fear at the sight of him that she literally could not move or speak–it was inhumane and disgusting and it made him want to turn in on himself and disappear completely. This was worse than his father’s disappointing gaze, which Felipe had always thought was the worst thing in the world. But this, this basic human fear of him, was a hundred times harder to look at. She was staring at him, her terrified eyes boring into his own desperately, and he was at a loss. He’d gone over this encounter a million times in his mind–what he would say to her, how he would apologize, and the many possible reactions that she would have. But now, with Laura standing before him looking like a deer in headlights, all of that went right out of his head. He was at a loss, speechless, and he would have to totally wing this.

No sudden movements, he told himself, so not to startle her. It occurred to him that this wasn’t unlike trying to approach a skittish wild animal–except that Laura knew what he was capable of. It sickened him to think of what he’d done to her, but he pushed those feelings down and slowly raised his hands up, palms open and empty toward her, to show that he was not a threat. He had not brought her here to hurt her or to scare her–his wand was tucked away in his robe pocket and it would stay there, no matter what happened. He knew that her hand was on her wand–he could see it–and he didn’t blame her. It was for protection, to make her feel safer. He hoped that his gesture would help, too.

“Hello, Laura,” he began, keeping his voice soft and non-threatening. “Thank you for coming to meet with me. I know that it must have been a difficult decision for you to make, but I commend you for having the courage to come here. I cannot say that I would have been brave enough, had it been me.” Felipe wanted to smile a bit at her to help put her more at ease, but he couldn’t muster a smile just yet. “I want you to know that I did not ask you here to harm you in any way. I don’t want you to be worried or afraid, although I cannot blame you for feeling both of those things. My word may not mean much of anything to you, but I promise you that you will not be harmed here. Any intention I ever had of hurting you is completely in the past.”

Hopefully that would help her calm down a little bit and come closer so that they could talk. This was going to be difficult for him, immensely so, but not nearly as difficult as last year had been for her. It was selfish of him to think that this was hard, and so he kept reminding himself of the pain that he’d put her through. If she could come through that, then he could get through this. How funny that the girl that he’d tortured was now the source of his strength.

"Hello, Laura."

Before that day, Laura didn't know words could echo. Screams could, yes, and so could her voice while singing, but mere words in a simple matter of speaking? That was a surprise. She didn't know they could cut so deep it would be difficult to stop listening even minutes after spoken, she didn't know they could hurt and cause her heart to stop beating one more time, she didn't know it could make her body shiver with fear. But she learned all those things the second Felipe opened her mouth for the first time since entering the room, same way she learned she could flinch if only he moved a bit - something that happened when he tried using her hands to tell her things were 'ok'. They weren't. How could they be, when she couldn't stop fearing what was going to happen?

Still, she stood, head held as high as possible and deep breaths that were intended to calm her body. Laura tried processing the words, truly did, but sometimes she would stop listening to notice the way his eyes followed her at every second, the face that could have been describe as aggressive so many times in the past, or how confident his voice sounded even in that situation. She wondered how many times he used that tone with other people - she wondered if he ever did it before hurting them.

So far she only knew one side of him, the one who would wield his wand, say as loud as possible the worst curse to ever be created and then proceed to watch. Damn, she remembered him watching. Even now, as his gaze followed hers, she could almost see it again - she wondered if a sudden movement of his would be enough for her to scream, if she would even be able to (Merlin knew she gave up screaming after so much torture last year).

"I cannot say that I would have been brave enough, had it been me."

No, you wouldn't. She almost said it out loud, almost let the words escape her mouth. She wasn't controlling it, wasn't stopping herself from saying anything - only that, she couldn't say anything to begin with. Laura wasn't as frozen as the moment she entered the room, truth, but her throat hurt too much. Maybe it was because having Felipe saying something like this meant she vividly remembered the Cruciatus curse. No, he wouldn't have been brave enough. He wouldn't, because if he had, then he wouldn't have tortured people in the first place.

And the curse itself? Hell, it hurt. It fucking, freaking, really hurt. She had never wanted to die before last year, but every time Felipe waved his hand meant she wanted peace a bit more than the day before. It meant three hundred swords going through her body at the same time would be better than the curse that had a reason to be unforgiving - after all, wouldn't three hundred swords be enough to end the suffering in seconds?

No wonder she only thought of his name while relating it to torture.

"I want you to know that I did not ask you here to harm you in any way."

Please, be true. Please, be true. Please, be honest about it. Please.

"I don’t want you to be worried or afraid, although I cannot blame you for feeling both of those things."

Too late.

Ever felt it on your body?

And then, the last words.

It wasn't the words itself that made Laura breathe with a little less difficulty than in the previous seconds, and it wasn't his message the reason why she decided to stay. It was his tone. The same tone in his voice he had been using since he started, the same tone that made her wonder if he ever used it before torturing someone else. She knew the answer was no - or, at least, deeply wanted to believe so. She wanted to believe he was saying the truth, wanted to believe Megan's sayings that they were both victims of the war, not only her, as much as she wanted to believe that things would change. That he wouldn't wave his hand and scream 'Crucio', and that she wouldn't have to feel that intensely horrible horrifying pain once again. Laura hoped that it meant he would act differently, because yes, she believed in words and she believed in people. She very much wanted to, at least.

"Ok." Finally, a word slipped. Finally, she was able to say something. It wasn't much, and it didn't ring truth, but it was something. Things weren't ok, maybe they would never be or, if so, never to the point of making things completely normal between the two of them, but she was willing to give it a try, at least. There was no way to know if he was saying the truth, no way to enter his mind and check that she was safe, but she focused on finding strength in her body and moving forward anyway. 

She didn't realize the tears rolling through her face - an unwelcome guest she couldn't uninvite to the party -, nor did she noticed that her body was still shaking, but she did it anyway.

What I’ve Done || Felipe & Laura

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ofsoundfury:

By this point, Pansy had begun to wonder if Hufflepuffs were much more dubious than she had ever thought. But as time rolled on and the girl still sat across from her, the girl’s first instincts pointed to her being absolutely batty or full of some sort of revenge tactic. Whether it was Slytherin or her parents, she had been molded to be this sort of person, expecting the absolutely hideous parts of people to bleed through time and time again. But still, she wouldn’t back down, even if there was something deeper to all of this. Slowly pressing a piece of hair behind her ear, Pansy continued to listen, her attention wavering from the glances.

“Being half-blood doesn’t especially mean I’ve gone rogue on you, sweetheart.” She attempted to sound a bit sincere but a bit of snare came off with the words. Unless she had done something personally to the girl, her mind wasn’t on the best page for her. “Now did I slam your books to the ground, call you a bad name? I’d like to know, eh? Make sure the apologize comes deep from in here,” she patted on her chest. “I’m not the big, bad snake everyone thinks I am.”

As much as Laura acted otherwise, her memories from the year of the war were far from erased. Not only her nightmares kept showing terrible scenes and painfully reminding her that she had been through all this, but also even walking in the hallways could be a bad experience during especially bad days. So to sit with someone who was in the center of all of it, the torture, the blood, the suffering, well, to stay there was like bearing a weight Laura wasn't sure she was ready to deal with. But then, wasn't she one to try and hold her head high?

"Maybe. I try not to think about it, okay?" Truth was, she didn't say it to be rude - actually, her tone wasn't even rude to being with, not even angry or scared, or timid. It was simply a fact, something she had been trying to convince herself in the middle of seeing the people that tortured her (literally and figuratively) and the nightmares. "If you're not then... how did you get that reputation?" This time, Laura decided to face her - face Pansy. To stare at her eyes, even though it was hard. No, the Hufflepuff was no Gryffindor, far from it, but she did try. And maybe she would find out that Pansy was right, maybe she wasn't a big bad snake.

After all, weren't they all living inside a fairytale?

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Anthony and Laura (sleeping thing/semi revenge lmao)

Who is a night owl: AnthonyWho is a morning person: LauraAre they cuddlers: yeah, I can see Laura being very cuddlyWho is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Anthony is the big spoon What is their favourite sleeping position: in each other’s arms, having a tight hold on each other.Who steals all the blankets: LauraWhat they wear to bed: Laura will wear a lot of think long sleeves while Anthony wears short sleeves shorts. They’re both fond of flannel pants.Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: they like seeing each other wearing each other’s shirts. Laura has a few larger guys shirts that Anthony will wear sometimes,Who falls asleep mid-conversation: LauraWho wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: They both doWho accidentally punched the other in their sleep: There hasn’t been any punching but Anthony has elbowed her once.Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Laura

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littlegreengrxss:

Astoria nodded as she listened to Laura. She has been rather rusty, proof of that being her constantly pounding on the keys of their grand piano in the Greengrass foyer when Draco had arrived. While Draco played something melodic, she played something similar to that of a dying Occamy. Not that she didn’t want any Occamys dying or anything! Absolutely not! Just that it would have compared to the same wailing sound, and it wasn’t exactly pretty.

“Alright, I think I can remember the first few parts. Usually the hardest part.” Astoria agreed happily as she lay her fingers on the black and white keys, tracing them delicately before pressing down onto the keys. The first few keys were usually quite fast, but she pressed on the right keys in a slow tempo. And when it came to the singing part of the first verse, she hummed instead. She wasn’t very confident with her singing voice, even though Grandma Cassiopeia constantly told her she had a fantastic melody. When the first verse came at an end, she went for the chorus but missed a key. Astoria cringed, causing her to stop playing. “Well, there goes the first mistake. I don’t remember the other keys after that, and I’d love to get a few notes from you on it!”

While Astoria used the piano to fill the place with music, Laura let herself feel what was a beautiful song in her hands. She could sense the way the older girl played, timidly, almost as if scared to touch the piano, but also creating something that was far more powerful than the two of them: Music. Real music. Not perfect music, the type some people aimed to listen, but the kind that comes if not from the soul or heart, at least from the desire to create something real. Laura knew she had potential, much more than many people could ever dream of having, including Astoria, and only hoped one day the brunette would be able to achieve that. But for now, things were good, and she knew the beginning was just as important as the middle and the finale.

"I'm impressed." Laura smiled, wholeheartedly saying it. "I think you did just fine, Tori. And just fine is usually better than most people can expect after not playing for so long." The Hufflepuff winked, letting a short laughter escape her voice before resting her hands on the piano, trying a few notes herself - coping as exactly as she could the way Astoria did it. "You were slower, see? Someone who had heard the song before would find it weird. But your execution was what I wanted to see and I think that's more important. I mean, rushing and not playing it right is way worse than taking your time but playing the way it's needed." She tried to prove a point, something she really believed. Laura could almost hear her father, Brian, telling her the exact same thing.

"Just watch me a bit, will you?" And with that, Laura focused on the song she was about to play. But the best thing about being there wasn't the piano or the music, not even playing it, but the fact that she got to share it with a friend - someone she was grateful and loved to be with, someone she could really count in case she ever needed. And this, that type of connection, was exactly what Laura worshiped - above all things.

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suexli:

Sue had never been vain. Yes, she cared about her image and how she looked, but she have never given too much attention to it. Not until now. 

Sue had always loved her black hair, she had charm-dyed it for almost 2 years now but now she wanted a change, she wanted to go with blonde. She knew it was dumb, because the main reason she was changing it was to make an statement for something Anthony said about liking blondes, but she did it anyways, being the headstrong person she was. 

Something went wrong though, and he blonde hair ended up being some sort of cherry orange weird tone. The girl sighed deeply as she kept looking at her reflection in the mirror, not noticing the person that was behind her until she saw their reflection. The girl gasped and turned around. “Do you mind?!” she said a bit pissed. The last thing she needed is someone staring at her when she was feeling so self-conscious about herself.

Two more seconds and Laura would have called Sue out loud as she usually did ever since the two of them became friends. Two more seconds would be more than enough, but the Hufflepuff noticed what was "wrong" - or, at least, different - before her voice could make an appearance. What the...? She thought, frowning, not even close to believe that the Ravenclaw had made such a chance in her hair. Her hair! I mean, it was still beautiful, in a way that Laura even "envied" sometimes (or as close as she could get to envy), but still, the colour... she couldn't believe it! Why did Sue change in the first place? And why to that tone?

"S-sorry! I.. I can totally come back later. It's just... I wanted to call you and..." Laura tried, mumbling, opening and closing her mouth a few times before giving up. No way she would be able to say anything if her thoughts weren't straight first. 

"Erm, Sue, do you need anything? I mean, your hair..." The hufflepuff bit her lips, not sure if that was the best thing to say. But if she needed Laura to be around and help her, then the half-blood would without hesitation.

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heartofgoldandfire:

“I beg to differ, but we can agree to disagree,” Ginny said, holding firm to her own house’s parties. “At least we can agree both of our parties are better than anything the Ravenclaws throw.” Laura followed her as she led her out of the dining room, which she appreciated. She loved the crowds too, but the combination of the warmness the drink spread over her body mixed with the countless bodies in the room was too much all of a sudden. 

“I know where our hearts are both at,” she agreed with a grin. “Food is the key to my happiness.” Ginny laughed with Laura before surrendering the bottle to her friend. “Go easy on that, at least until you’ve eaten something, all right?” she said. “No, let’s find some food,” she said, rummaging through the cabinets where she knew Harry kept some food.

"Something else we can agree on, no matter the party, the food is always the best part of it." Laura showed her an almost wild smile before drinking more, swallowing the liquid with less difficulty this time. She was getting familiar with it, at least. "Don't worry, I have no intention of throwing up in the carpet tonight." Laura joked, before sighing with relief when they finally managed to find food. Good food.

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Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Who steals all the blankets:

What they wear to bed:

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

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ofsoundfury:

“Suit yourself,” her voice mused, spooning a short bit of pudding into her lips. By now, quite a few eyes had fallen their way. It took everything in Pansy’s gut to hold back from laughter or smiling. She wanted all eyes on her and by just having this sort of company, it seemed she had gotten it. And, by the looks on everyone’s face, they expected that she’d pluck the girl’s eyes out within minutes. But that would be old Pansy’s plans. Her plans now were to get the benefit of the doubt. She had the eyes looking her way and they’d see how it went. That was enough to satisfy Pansy, even with the depressing act written all over her face. 

“Touché,” her eyes rolled, setting the spoon down. She let her eyes narrow a little bit, tilting her head off to the right. Pansy took a second to look the girl over. By the glance, the girl looked as though she was going to pass out before her. “But I could mine as well be a dead girl walking. I think ya’ve heard all the stories about me, right?” One brow rose over the other, pursing her lips together.

Each second that passed by meant Laura was getting calmer and calmer - of course, she wouldn't ever be ok while around Pansy. That girl was evil. As much as Laura hated to label people, she didn't know how someone could act the way Pansy used to. The only explanation, of course, was if the person had more cruelty than goodness in their heart. But the Hufflepuff wouldn't give up on giving chances to those people, and maybe that's part of the reason why she didn't get up. And she wouldn't do anything in the middle of all those people, right? Laura kept repeating that inside her head.

"Actually, I... I might have seen it firsthand." She bit her lips, unaware of how the Slytherin would react. But it was true, she had seen it. And what Laura saw was something way too hard to leave in the past - not that she didn't try every day. "It would have been hard for me not to as I am a half-blood." A complete sentence. Without stuttering. That's progress.

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felipe-marquez:

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He’d asked Laura to meet him.

It had been a split second decision, a moment of weakness, when he’d written her the note and asked some Hufflepuff he’d seen in the corridors to deliver it to her. He hadn’t really thought this through. It was just last year that Felipe had been wrapped up in the wishes of the Carrows, doing what was asked of him in order to save his own skin. Laura had always been a particular target of his, getting assigned to him again and again.

In the beginning, he’d disciplined her without issue. He’d tortured her, hurt her, made her scream and cry and beg without so much as a shred of guilt overcoming him. He was doing what had to be done. He was doing what he was told, and he was making his father proud. In the beginning, those had been the only things that had mattered to Felipe.

Then, little by little, things began to change.

Laura wasn’t Felipe’s only victim, but she seemed to be the one that kept coming up over and over. It was easier when he didn’t know the faces of the people that he was torturing, when they were nameless strangers who may have even deserved what he was doing.

Laura didn’t deserve this, and deep down, he knew that. She was a kind, gentle, sweet girl, the kind of girl who hadn’t done anything wrong. The only thing that she had against her was her blood status–and that was beginning to feel like it wasn’t a good enough excuse to be hurting her. Each time he disciplined her, Felipe felt the guilt weigh a little more heavily on his shoulders.

Then, there was the final straw–the time that Astoria caught him torturing Laura, the time that he went blind with rage and hurt her until she was screaming and begging him to stop. Honestly, he didn’t know what would have happened if the little Greengrass hadn’t stopped him. He might not have stopped on his own. He could have permanently injured Laura–or worse. Felipe didn’t allow himself to think about that.

During his time at home, after he’d fled from the castle by request of his father, Felipe had had a lot of time to think.

That was when the guilt really began to settle in like shackles and chains draped around his neck, over his shoulders, across his chest. The weight was almost enough to crush him, to suffocate him–and he truly felt horrible for what he’d done. There was no excuse. Somehow, he’d have to fix this, and he’d have to do it without his father knowing.

Daphne was one step in all of this. She was his redemption, his light at the end of the tunnel, the silver lining behind all his stormy clouds. That was the biggest reason that he’d requested for her to be the one that he would marry–and somehow, even though he didn’t deserve it, he was granted that wish. If only he could get her to look at him with something besides disgust.

This, though. This was another step, and an entirely different one. Felipe had requested for Laura to meet him. He didn’t know whether she would come, whether she would want to be in the same room with him–especially alone, as he’d requested. If he were her, he knew that he wouldn’t do it. He’d stay far away. But still, a little glimmer of hope flickered in his chest as he sat in the empty classroom, his face stoic but his mind racing a mile a minute.

Maybe, just maybe, she would come. And maybe, if he was very, very lucky, he could make up for what he’d done.

Felipe.

Laura tried reading the words out loud, tried pronouncing them so she could only believe they were true, but they kept stuck behind her mouth. That name, it... it made her want to run. Not away, but to the nearest restroom, somewhere she could throw up, erase the horrible feeling in her stomach, the pain brought back along too many terrible memories, too many feelings - and the voidness of it.

It took her ten minutes to stop staring at the note, and almost half an hour until she breathed easy since reading it. She would never, not even in her craziest dreams - or nightmares -, think that he could do it. That he would be the one to present her something like this, even if through a younger person. That note wasn't a peace offering, an apology, something her mind could work with, no... it was an invitation. A call. She wondered how he got the guts to try it, after everything they had been th- no, after everything she had been through. After everything he made her been.

If there was a name she could ever hate, it would be his.

But she didn't. Now, as a writer - and presenting myself for the first time -, I can surely affirm that the lack of hate doesn't mean she had forgiven him, or would ever. I can also say not hating him was far from meaning the feelings she held last year were gone, actually the truth was much the opposite. But there wasn't hate inside Laura's heart. Not because she felt any kind of pity - despite Megan saying they were all victims, he was the one to prove her there were exceptions -, and not because she was a pure naive girl. Anyone should know better than this after analyzing the things that happened in the past with those two.

Why, of course, is something I can't answer - maybe Laura can't as well.

In spite of all those negative feelings, she managed to go. To try. This time, Laura didn't speak to anyone - not even Adelaide, or Megan, or any person who could understand. If that meeting was supposed to be a prank, a trap - a valid thought, even though it made her sick -, then she would be the one to face the consequences. But Laura went anyway. It wasn't more than a five minute walk, but it felt like twenty.

During the short amount of time, she could feel her own heart beating too fast, as if ready to escape through her mouth, her knees so weak it scared her. Sometimes, her foot hit the floor and she heard not steps, but herself running away after a section of torturing, or the sound her feet made while fighting people that forced her to stand still. She could hear the laugh of others, see the terrifying look in her friend's faces, and feel her voice weakening as each scream became quieter - and more desperate - than the one before. Most of all, she could see Felipe - the looks in his face, sometimes almost as if he was happy to do whatever he was doing. She remembered moments that still made her sick, almost one year later, and memories that followed her in nightmares frequently. Why, she asked herself, am I going there?

Finally, Laura made her way through the entrance of the classroom. The relief, though, died as fast as it came. Suddenly she couldn't walk, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but stare and let her right hand rest as it pressed her wand. She looked at the boy that now stared at her, and everything inside of Laura froze. Her throat refused to act after one gulp, her eyes could do nothing but look at the boy who had made her life hell the year before, and her body was nothing but statue. She knew that if he tried something, anything, she wouldn't have the strength to run or ask for help. She could only stay there, looking, wondering, trying to disappear but for some reason not able to leave.

Felipe.

The so called pure Felipe.

Poor little one, don't you know you should have run?

What I’ve Done || Felipe & Laura

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Confusion - one of the many feelings Laura was experiencing right now. She wasn’t sure why shad had chosen to sit there, a space clearly occupied by someone who appeared much more in her nightmares than in real life now that the war was over, and also couldn’t say why she hadn’t left once realizing who it was. Of course, those weren’t things Pansy had asked out lout, so Laura shouldn’t bother trying to find an answer, right?

“Erm, I… I think I’ll just stay here.” The Hufflepuff bit her lips, trying to focus on the food in front of her. Pansy wouldn’t do anything bad, would she? After all, she was being watched. “I-If it’s no problem for you.”

Her eyes stuck on the girl, watching her sheer disbelief with an entertaining gaze. If she wasn’t playing into this melodramatic act of depression, she would have even let out a hearty laugh to the occasion. But nonetheless, she kept it up, digging into the tortured soul or so she thought she had buried deep beneath. Glancing away from the girl and back to her pudding, her eyes squinted more before picking out the spoon with what looked like enough energy to wipe her out completely.

“Your social funeral,” she mumbled, scooping the pudding into her lips. If that wasn’t enough to scare her off, she figured she might actually have an attempt at using the girl for her benefit. “No problems here. Just don’t want to see another innocent facade go down the same social suicide I’ve downed.”

 She heard Pansy. After all, how not to? Even now, that she seemed pretty beaten up, Pansy was a person people stopped to hear. People stopped to listen. Laura wasn't sure if to judge or something else, but still. What would never change was everything that Laura felt every time she heard the Slytherin's voice - the sickness in her stomach, hands sweating, a sudden dryness in her mouth. It wouldn't do any good to stay there, but Laura didn't move. "I'm good." The Hufflepuff stated after a few seconds, forcing her hands to move according to whatever she was doing right now.

Truth to be told, Laura could feel her body tense as each second passed by, something in the back of her mind screaming at her to leave, to run, to disappear from anywhere that girl could be. Last year Pansy wasn't the worse, but she wasn't the easiest either - Laura could almost hear her own screams while Pansy tortured her mercilessly. Only that, she kept trying to convince herself that those were only memories. "You wouldn't be here if you had already drowned." And the clarity in her voice surprised even Laura.

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