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This Way Comes (Pt. 2)

Alright guys! Here’s the second and final part of my Halloween fic. Thank you so much for reading their first part. The response to it has been amazing. Hopefully the end lives up to the rest of the story.

Words: 11.5k

Warnings: Animal sacrifice (not described in any detail)

The rest of the weekend saw Harry and Andromeda living in a sort of sexed-out bliss. In the wee hours of Saturday morning, Harry woke up to Andie’s mouth around his erect cock, which led to another full round of sex. They woke up midmorning, and Harry made breakfast before they took a shower, where Andie was introduced to the wonders of shower sex. Then when they sat down in the living room for a movie marathon after lunch, Harry bent her over the arm of the couch while Pretty Woman played in the background. He laid her out on the kitchen table and sat in a chair to eat her out after dinner, then he took her back to her room. Sunday saw much of the same, only they ordered their meals in to avoid wasting time cooking.

Harry had class before Andie on both Monday and Tuesday, but they saw each other by late afternoon, controlling themselves enough to make and eat dinner before retiring to the bedroom. However, when Andie emerged from the room to go get a glass of water, she was confronted by the last person she wanted to see, especially since she was nearly naked and there was a mortal in her bed.

“Mum,” she gasped, pulling at the hem of Harry’s t-shirt she was wearing to better cover her bits. She had knickers on, but they didn’t do a great job of preserving her modesty.

The women who’d birthed her stood in her entryway, obviously fresh from stepping through the mirror portal. She was in the witch’s version of a power suit: a dark green, floor length velvet dress that draped around her shoulders and had a slit up to mid-thigh, exposing the spiked heels she wore. There were necklaces shaped in Wiccan symbols layered on her neck, and her earrings were obsidian marbles with amethysts in the center. Her familiar, a big, imposing raven, sat perched on her shoulder. Her eyes, that were the same pale shade of blue as Andie’s, peered on at her in a thinly veiled look of distaste and slight amusement. Annabel had been around long enough that she knew a walk of shame when she saw one.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted, the humour in her voice evident. “Classes going well?”

Andie rolled her eyes. “I went to class. I got out at four.”

Her mum hummed, stepping further into her daughter’s flat. She gave a low whistle and Lenore, her raven, flew to the top tier of Bub’s cat tree, peering down into the little hideout Bub was sleeping in the tier below. Bub hissed half-heartedly, realising belatedly that the intruder was a fellow familiar.

“Who is he, then? Sarah knows that nice boy from the American coven that’s here doing research. Mitch, I think.”

“No offense, but he’s not my type. And besides, Sarah is into him.”

“Then wh—”

Annabel was cut off by Harry’s voice coming down the hall.

“Where’d you go?” he called, spotting her at the end of the hall, peering into the living room. His brows furrowed. “Did someone knock at the door?”

“Uhh…” Andie stumbled, looking between Harry and her mum. This was definitely not the way she wanted her mother to find out she was in an intimate relationship with a mortal. She’d have preferred if it never happened, but she knew it would happen eventually, the way her and Harry were moving. This was just the worst way possible.

As soon as Harry came into her mother’s view, Andie could see the instant recognition that Harry is mortal. Her nostrils flared slightly, but she took a deep breath before arranging a contrite smile on her lips.

“Never took you as one to sleep with your wards, Andromeda,” Annabel said.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked, brows furrowed. The fact that he was only in his boxers made him less intimidating, but he was still the tallest, broadest person in the room.

Andie placed a hand on his chest, silently begging him to not get riled up or say anything else. “He’s my friend, Mum. He just so happened to get the attention of a wraith.”

Annabel pursed her lips as she looked Harry up and down before sighing. “Whatever. Would you two put some clothes on? We need to talk about what’s happening tomorrow.”

~*~*~*~*~

The American witch walked through Andie’s entryway portal at ten in the morning Wednesday. Sarah, Annabel, Mitch, Harry and Andie were already gathered in the living room when the mirror whirred to life. There was a shift in energy in the room when she stepped through the pearlescent haze of the portal, her tall, platform boot the first thing to emerge. Andie held her breath, waiting for the reveal of who this mysterious witch was. Sarah hadn’t ever mentioned her name, most likely on purpose.

When she finally completely tread into Andie’s entryway, her and Harry’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit,” Harry muttered. Though, it had been completely silent in the room, so it was loud echoing off the wood flooring. “You’re Stevie Nicks.”

Her sage eyes landed on Harry, who was sat on the loveseat beside Andie, and she smiled softly. “Yes, I am. You must be the poor mortal we’re all worried about.”

Annabel made a grunting sound that sounded suspiciously like a “speak for yourself,” that everyone but Andie ignored. She shot her mother an annoyed look before turning back to their guest.

Stevie fucking Nicks was in her flat. No big deal.

“I suppose,” Harry agreed. “I thought the witch thing was just a rumour.”

“Me, too,” Andie whispered, still a bit awestruck. Never in a million years did she thin Stevie Nicks was a real witch.

“And you’re still tellin’ me your life isn’t like that American Horror Story season?” Harry asked.

Stevie laughed. “That was a little nod to my community. Keeping a secret for nearly a hundred years is hard work. Need to keep it fun somehow.”

“Can we get to business, please?” Annabel interjected. Her nostrils were flaring in that way she had when she was irritated. It was the same look she’d given Harry when she first met him a few days prior. It was a look Andie had been on the receiving end of many times in her life.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Annie,” Stevie admonished.

Annabel gave their guest a pointed look before rolling her eyes in submission. Andie had never seen her mother give up a fight so easily. They must have known each other pretty well for her mum, the pinnacle of the witch community, to acquiesce so quickly.

“And you must be Andromeda.” Stevie’s gaze turned to Andie, who was sat much more properly since Stevie walked into the room. “Your mom has told me a lot about you.”

“I won’t even ask if they were good things,” Andie grumbled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Stevie shot her a knowing smile, like she was privy to something that the rest of them weren’t. Andie wasn’t really willing to dive into it right then with a room full of people.

“You too, sweetheart.” Stevie made her way around Andie’s living room, taking up the one free seat next to Andie and Harry, in the big cushy chair that Andie had bought on a whim at a flea market the previous spring. It was gothic and beautiful and definitely an antique, and she just had to have it. Stevie looked just at home in the chair, her diminutive stature looking grand despite the high back.

“Now, let’s talk about this spell.”

~*~*~*~*~

The spell had to be performed on a full moon, and the full moon that month was too close for them to properly prepare. There were ingredients to be gathered that were not exactly something that was sold at the local apothecary, so it took some investigating and some late night adventures into the forest. The had four weeks to get all the necessary items as well as mentally prepare themselves to undertake this task.

Stevie had showed them the spell. It was…intense, to say the least. The ingredient list was nearly thirty bullet points long and the incantation that needed to be said went on for nearly three pages. Not to mention the diagram of the set up was intricate and required Harry to be laid in the center of a giant pentagram thirty feet in diameter mapped out in the branches of an elder tree. The candles that sat at each point of the pentagram had to be made of beeswax and dyed with powdered obsidian (which was not easily come by). The instructions only got more convoluted and involved from there. Andie was already ready to pull her hair out trying to organise who was to retrieve what.

For what it was worth, Harry was cool as a cucumber. When he would come home from work or class and see Andie hunched over her copy of the spell and fifteen different tabs open on her computer, he’d simply come over, drop kisses to her shoulders and neck, before closing the lid of her laptop and pulling her up from her seat. He only ever distracted her when he knew she’d been at it for hours on end, knowing the work she was doing was important. But she needed a break every few hours, and he was more than happy to be the source of her stress relief.

Harry and Andie hadn’t put a label on what exactly it was they were doing, yet. Harry was afraid to ask, worried that he’d freak her out and make her backtrack. Andie was concerned with making it official just for his soul to be sucked out by a wraith if her attempt at freeing Harry from this supernatural connection failed. It was an odd balancing act that they had never anticipated having to figure.

Andie was able to handle a week and a half holed up in her flat, doing her research, aside from going to class, before she finally needed a longer break than the hour and a half her and Harry would be together whenever he tore her away. She’d sent out a fire message to an apothecary in Romania that was pretty good about acquiring rare ingredients for obscure spells about the powdered obsidian. Given the time difference, she knew it would be hours, if not a full day, before she received a response. Then was a good a time as any to take a proper break and get out into the world while she had the chance.

When Harry got home from class that evening, Andie suggested they go out to dinner and maybe take a bit of a stroll. It was a crisp day, but not raining or windy, and it was already beginning to get dark. It was the perfect time to get out, and maybe they’d stumble upon some weird fungus they needed while they walked. Andie wouldn’t be disappointed if they didn’t find anything, but may as well take the chance. Two birds, and all that.

Harry quickly agreed and they headed off to a local Thai place without much deliberation on where to eat. They both had been craving it, it seemed, so they set off, hand in hand, Andie using some of that natural energy she possessed to keep their hands warm while exposed to the chilly autumn air. Harry was thankful, his fingers nearly turning blue the second they made it out onto the street.

As soon as they turned the corner onto the main road, laughing at a story Harry was regaling her with about someone in his Twentieth Century Literature lecture, a chill ran down Andie’s spine, not caused by the dropping temperature. She felt the blood drain from her face as she looked straight on at the wraith attached to Harry, much closer than it had been in the previous weeks. It was getting stronger, she realised, the just passed full moon probably lending to its power surge. Where it had been lingering about fifty meters away since it first latched onto Harry, it was now considerably closer, probably twenty meters, at max. It was close enough for Andie to make out the hallow darkness that occupied where it’s face should have been and the bony, gnarled stumps in the place of hands under the wispy blackness of the cloak that covered whatever form of a body that it had.

Harry noticed the dropped look of horror on Andie’s face as she gazed over their shoulders. He stopped their walk, but Andie pulled them along, beginning to mumble under her breath in a rapid cadence in a language Harry didn’t understand.

“What is it?” Harry asked, but Andie shushed him with a finger to her lips, her own mouth still moving. Harry realised belatedly that she was muttering a spell under her breath, and Harry had a sinking feeling that it was because of the darkness that had latched itself to him those weeks ago.

“Should we just go back to yours?” Harry asked.

Andie shook her head and kept pulling him along. He noticed the heat emanating from her hand in his rise in temperature, surpassing the comforting heat she’d been giving off before. He went to pull his hand away, lest it get too hot, but she kept a firm grip on it, silently telling Harry that it was best if his hand stayed in hers.

They were nearly to the Thai place before Andie relaxed and the heat left their hands. She seemed to still be on high alert, but her hackles weren’t raised anymore.

“Quick update to the warding spell I put on you,” she told him under her breath before Harry opened the door to the restaurant. “It’s getting closer.”

Harry shot her a wary look before turning to the hostess with a smile and asked for a table for two.

When they sat, Harry hooked his foot around the leg of Andie’s chair opposite him and pulled her in closer. “Why can’t I see it?”

“Part of being a witch or other supernatural being is having the Sight,” Andie told him, picking up her menu, even though she knew what she was going to order. She got yellow curry every time. “It’s pretty rare for a mortal to be able to see this sort of stuff. Usually only children can see them, or if there was witch blood somewhere back in their lineage, if it’s close enough to the current generation.”

“I can sort of feel it, though,” Harry added, looking over his own menu. “Like, especially when I’m alone in public. Sort of like I’m being watched.”

Andie nodded and reached her foot out to press up against his under the table. She could see he was a bit anxious about the news that the wraith was closer than normal, so she was offering support in a way that kept her hands free. She could still see the cloaked figure standing outside the big windows of the restaurant.

“I’m not surprised. The energy they give off is…not pleasant. Makes my skin crawl when they get close.” She rolled up the sleeve of her jumper to show him all her little hairs standing on end. “Don’t be surprised if your anxiety starts shooting through the roof. They’re like happiness suckers.”

“Kinda remind me of dementors.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s where the idea came from for those,” Andie agreed. “Except I don’t have a fancy spell to banish them away or whatever. Or a wand.”

“Honestly, when you first told me you were a witch, I was waiting for you to drop one out of your sleeve at any moment.”

Andie barked out a startled laugh as she gave a soft kick to his shin. “Shut up.”

~*~*~*~*~

They skipped their walk that night, for fear of the wraith getting ballsy in the darkness of the night. Harry suggested a day time stroll after he got back from class on Thursday instead, in the hour they had before the sun started to really set. Andie agreed, and they spent the rest of their night curled up on the couch, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with Halloween only a week away.

By the time Thursday came around, Andie was in a good mood because Sarah had called her earlier in the day to let her know she’d gotten her hands on two more of the ingredients for the spell, and Andie had gotten word from that apothecary in Romania that the obsidian had come in and was ready for delivery. She’d arranged a portal transfer for Friday morning and couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.

When Harry retuned from class just twenty minutes after her, she greeted him with a kiss and pulled him straight back through the door, Harry chuckling at her exuberance. Andie chatted to him about the Halloween party Niall was throwing on Saturday that they’d agreed to attend, as well as the progress they were making in getting all the things they needed for the spell as they walked out of the flat and onto the road. Harry was just as glad as she was that there was only twelve more items on their list after just a little less than two weeks of searching, and one of the items was all the elder wood needed for the pentagram. It was shaping up nicely, and Andie was more confident that everything would pan out alright once the time came.

They stayed on populated city streets where people were still walking around to classes and milling about around shoppes and restaurants, just to be safe. The wraith was still just as close as it had been when they’d gone to dinner on Monday, but it seemed to be more passive now, abated by the extra hulking Andie had padded onto Harry’s warding spell. She wished there was something stronger she could put up around him, but hopefully it would only be another two weeks before they got him free of this thing.

Forgoing a proper dinner, they stopped by the cafe and bakery down the street to get tea and pastries and took them back to the flat. They set up a little faux picnic on the coffee table, sitting on their bums with their backs against the couch. Andie lit her fall candles around the space, filling the room with the comforting scent of cinnamon and apples.

They were quietly munching side by side for a few moments, not really feeling the need to fill the silence. Andie could feel Harry looking at the side of her face as they ate, but she figured he was lost in thought more than anything, so she was a little surprised when he spoke up.

“What are we doing?”

Andie looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. “Eating?” she offered, more than a little confused.

Harry shook his head and huffed in frustration, though he realised the misunderstanding was due to his own poor word choice.

“No, I mean, like, what are we doing together? Like, I’m not sure if we’re dating or you’re my girlfriend or we’re just fucking or what.”

Andie’s mouth popped open in a little ‘O’ shape when she understood what it was he was getting at. “Oh, got it. Um…” She looked between Harry and the carpet before slowly putting down the fork full of white rice and chicken curry she’d had halfway to her mouth when he’d surprised her.

“I’m not trynna push for anything, I’m just curious how I’m supposed to act with you around our friends. We’ve got that party Saturday at Niall’s, and I’m just not sure.”

It was quiet, save for the sound of Bub licking his paws on the lowest tier of his cat tree. Andie was looking into Harry’s swirling green eyes, trying to decide what the best course of action was in that moment. She didn’t want to lie to him, but she wasn’t sure if either of them were ready for the truth, either. Although, who was she kidding? She was sure Harry would be elated by the truth. The only question really was whether or not she was willing to take that risk and expose Harry to her life that much more. Though, she supposed he was already in as deep as any mortal she’d seen. She reckoned she owed it to both of them to be honest.

“I uh…really like you, Harry, obviously. I have for pretty much as long as I’ve known you. I just never did anything about it because…ya know. The witch thing.”

“But I know about that now.” There was a sort of hopeful glint in Harry’s eyes, one that Andie was really glad she wasn’t about to crush.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “So my reasons for staying just a friend don’t exist anymore. I’m still worried about you, but you’ve handled all this the last few weeks remarkably well.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Harry teased, that smirk the mad her all soft and infuriated her at the same time pulled up on his lips.

She rolled her eyes. “I’d really like to be in a relationship with you, if that’s what you want, too.”

“Andromeda, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

She shot him a withering look, daring him to make her rescind her proposition.

Harry snickered before reaching over to cradle the back of her neck with his hand, pulling her closer to him. He pressed a hard, closed-mouth kiss to her lips, smiling.

“I accept.”

“Wanker.”

~*~*~*~*~

Harry and Andie were already in Niall’s small kitchen before they saw the host amongst the throng of bodies already in the flat. Niall saw Harry immediately, his head of dark curly hair significantly taller than anybody else’s. Niall slung his arm around his friends shoulders, a little confused about his billowy, cream coloured shirt and strange trousers until he saw Andie standing on his other side, and everything made sense.

Niall started cackling, his head dropping back on his shoulder. “Oh God, this is great. I imagined you’d come dressed as Morticia or summat.”

Andie rolled her eyes at him. The choice to come as Ariel from The Little Mermaid hadn’t been an easy one, but Harry had pretty much begged her after she’d tried the costume on at the shoppe. He’d claimed her hair colour was perfect with it and that it would be great since no one would expect it from her. She had agreed that it would be pretty fun to be this girly, cute princess, something so opposite of her typical style. So, when she’d gotten dressed that evening, she’d been a little excited at seeing her in something that wasn’t her typical wardrobe. Harry had been appropriately shocked and giddy when he saw her once she emerged from the bathroom, especially with her face done up softly. He’d assured her he liked her how she normally presented herself, but it was novel to see her like she was that night.

Niall took a moment to cackle a little bit more before darting off to get them drinks. He returned only a minute or two later with two red cups, nearly full to the brim with some lightly tinged pink liquid. Andie was almost sure it was fruit punch before Niall completely watered it down with whatever liquor he put into it. When she took a sip, she knew for sure that it was about eighty-five percent rum and the rest of was fruit juice. One would probably be her limit for the night. It was never a good idea for a young witch to alter her senses while in a public place.

Harry, however, had no such qualms. He was a young college guy, ready and willing to let loose at the drop of a hat. And that was exactly what he was doing.

They were there only an hour before Andie realised that Harry was well on his way to being absolutely shit-faced. She noticed about half an hour in that his cup was never empty, but he was getting increasingly more giggly and droopy-lidded. She was sure Niall was behind the constant refills, and she didn’t want to reprimand either of them, but from previous experience, she knew Harry did not have the same tolerance that the Irishman did. She never got a chance to grab Niall and tell him to go easy on Harry’s next refills—or they’d be on their way to A & E before the end of the night—before she lost sight of her boyfriend. One second she had her eyes on him, hanging out with some of his other friends by the kitchen, then she’d looked around to try to find Niall, and when she looked back, Harry was gone.

A cursory glance over the room turned up nothing, which didn’t concern her much. Perhaps he’d gone to the restroom or disappeared into the crowd huddled in the kitchen.

However, after a solid five minutes, Andie started to get antsy, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She threw another look over the room, came up short, and then made her way to the hall where she knew Niall’s only restroom was located. Maybe he had finally succumb to the alcohol and was getting sick. That’s what she kept telling herself to try to keep herself calm.

She finally squeezed her way through the living room and to the hall. She knocked on the restroom door, calling out Harry’s name. When she received a female voice back, telling her she’d be out in a moment, Andie quickly moved on, down towards Niall’s room. Maybe Harry had went in to have lie down. Something was telling her that wasn’t the case, though.

Andie knocked on the door and pressed her ear close to the door to try to hear any type of activity on the other side. The only thing she could hear was what sounded like a very upset cat, so she opened the door just enough to peek her head in and look around. The room was empty, aside from Niall’s cat, Oreo, that was stood up on his desk, back arched, spitting and hissing and howling, eyes trained on the sliding door in Niall’s room that led to the small balcony that faced the pool area in the center of his flat building.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Andie cooed, stepping in and closing the door behind her to prevent anybody following her in. “You see another cat on your turf? I’ll go shoo ‘em off.” Andie reached out to try to calm her down, approaching from the front so she wouldn’t startle when Andie ran her finger over the top of Oreo’s head. However, the cat made no move to look away from the glass door, only seeming to get more worked up.

Andie finally turned to look over her shoulder to see what it was that had her so amped, and when she saw Harry stood out there, she gasped.

Harry had his back pressed up against the glass, seeming to be barely holding himself up, his knees bent and his head slumped back. She couldn’t see his face, but she didn’t need to in order to know what was happening. Because she could see the wraith hovering just on the other side of the railing, the blank darkness of its face seeming to take on a sinister glow. A hazy, pearlescent stream of energy connected its face to Harry’s, the physical embodiment of the force it was drawing from its victim.

It took Andie only a split second to turn on her heel and make her way to the door. She pushed the door open with a flick of her wrist, letting a rush of wind gust into the room. Andie felt a rush of energy and adrenaline surge through her veins as she flung her hand out, pushing the wraith away in a way that she had never managed before without casting an actual spell. It was like a gust of wind erupted from her palm and blew it back a few meters, severing whatever control it had on Harry.

He slumped to the ground, obviously dazed as he blinked hard and looked around, eyes trying extra hard to focus on Andie when he finally spotted her. She was sure she looked like a frightened mess. She’d never been so close to something so dark before and it was causing a chill to worm its way under her skin. She grabbed Harry by his elbow and pulled him up, keeping her free palm up and extended out from her, keeping the wraith at bay. A bolt of light was raying out from her hand. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but she was just glad it made the wraith wary and keep its distance.

“You’ve gotta get up, love,” Andie urged, using all her strength to haul him up off the ground. “We’ve gotta get back inside. I need to get you back to my flat.”

“‘m so tired,” Harry mumbled, seeming to try to push himself up by his hands, but he was having a hard time maintaining his balance. She knew the wraith had seized an opportunity to start harvesting Harry’s life force, and it wasn’t helped by his state of inebriation.

“I know, Harry, but you need to get up. Fuck, just crawl inside for all I care.”

Harry hummed and bobbed his head lazily. He managed to get his legs under him and slithered his way past Andie, into the safety of Niall’s room. Andie was already summoning a portal under her breath as she slid inside, closing the door behind her and throwing the lock. That really wouldn’t keep a persistent wraith out, but it gave her a sense of security that she needed in that moment.

The shimmering veil of the portal emerged on the door of Niall’s closet. Harry was slumped over on the wall next to it, watching with hazy eyes as is swirled in its magnificent rainbow pattern of colours. Andie leaned down and pretty much shoved him through it before stepping through herself, stumbling over his prone body in the entrance of her flat. She waved her hand over her mirror to close it before sagging to the floor beside her very unconscious boyfriend. Traveling via portal was already pretty trying on a mortal body, but mix that with his run in with the wraith and the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed through their night, and he was down for the count. Andie’s fears were only mildly assuaged by the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders with every breath that he took.

She considered leaving him in the entrance with a pillow and a blanket, not wanting to disturb him, but she could only imagine how traumatised he’d be to wake up in the middle of the night on the cold wood floor, by himself, after the ordeal he’d gone through earlier.

So, with a sigh, she stood and grabbed him under his arms and started dragging him to her bedroom, glad for her unobstructed smooth floors, allowing him to just glide along in the soft material of his costume. Getting him up into the bed was a bit of a challenge, but luckily he roused just long enough to haul himself into the bed, and Andie had an easy enough time taking his shoes and trousers off before tucking the blankets up around him.

She sat with a tired huff beside him, rubbing her hands over her eyes. She remember belatedly about the makeup on her face, but she was past the point of really caring. She just wanted to curl up in bed beside him and sleep for the rest of her existence. Alas, she had to be responsible, considering she was mostly to blame for Harry being in this situation in the first place.

Andie fished her phone out of the waistband of her mermaid tail skirt, happy that it had somehow stayed pressed against her skin with the excitement of the night. She pressed the first name that popped up on her recent call log and waited impatiently for them to answer.

“I realise it’s Halloween, but some of us are old and like to sleep.”

“Sarah…”

Andie could immediately hear the shift in Sarah’s demeanour at the defeated sound in her voice. “What happened?”

~*~*~*~*~

It took the help of Mitch and Sarah for Harry to finally wake the next day.

If there was any question that the wraith had got its share of Harry the night before, there was none now. The only assurance Andie had that Harry wasn’t on the verge of death was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deep, like he was peacefully sleeping.

Mitch and Sarah walked through her portal at eight that morning after a semi-frantic call Andie had placed to them only minutes before when Harry still hadn’t woken up. He was the early riser out of the two of them, no matter the circumstance, so Andie was appropriately concerned.

Mitch had worked his magic, having been trained in magical healing. He’d set up a mini apothecary on Andie’s bedside table, liquids and powders of all sorts laid out. Andie watched in a daze as he did whatever potion-making he was trained to do, all her thoughts on whether or not Harry would wake and what on earth she was going to do if he didn’t.

She was a wreck.

Mitch had eventually sent her out of the room, fed up with her constant pacing and her concerned looks. Sarah had corralled her into the kitchen, offering to make her a cuppa so she would sit down and chill out. She assured her that Harry was in the best hands possible and it was just going to take him a bit to get his energy back up from whatever bad juju the wraith had imparted.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Sarah asked after they’d sat together in silence for several minutes. It was the first time Andie hadn’t heard a teasing in her friend’s voice when she was talking about Andie’s secret feelings for her best friend.

That was the first time Andie met Sarah’s eyes that morning. She swallowed hard before answering,” Yeah, I really do.”

Mitch emerged from the room a half hour later, closing the door gently behind him.

“I’ve done what I can for now. He should be awake in the next hour or so.”

So they waited. Sarah turned on Andie’s telly and found some mindless reruns of Call the Midwife to play in the background as she flitted around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for all of them. Andie was glad that Sarah was so comfortable in her flat, because there was no way she was up to being a good host that morning. She couldn’t seem to pull her mind away from the boy laying unconscious in her bedroom.

Finally, around ten that morning, there was a stirring from behind her closed door, followed by a groan. Andie was out of her seat like a shot, already opening her door by the time Mitch and Sarah even got themselves out of their place on her couch.

“Harry?” Andie asked delicately, poking her head in at first and then completely stepping through the doorway when she saw he was awake and attempting to sit up in bed. She made her way to his side, helping him to prop himself up against the headboard. “How’re you feeling?”

“Really fuckin’ exhausted,” he huffed, slumping back against the new support. “What the fuck happened?”

“The wraith got too close last night. Started doin’ it’s…thing.” She grimaced as what little colour he had gained quickly drained from his face. “I found you. You’re gonna be pretty tired for a while, though.”

“That means no class or work until you’re back to one hundred percent,” Mitch told him, leaning in the doorway. “I’ve already forged some doctor notes to get you out of stuff for awhile.”

“And it would probably be best you stay here or with Andie until the next full moon. Now that it’s gotten close, it probably won’t be satisfied lingering at a distance anymore,” Sarah added.

“At home with my girlfriend and no responsibilities for three weeks? What a hardship,” Harry groaned sarcastically, flashing Andie a cheeky grin when she rolled her eyes playfully.

“We’ll leave you guys for now. Ring if you need us,” Sarah said, parting with a soft smile.

Mitch hung back. “Just wanted to let you know that Stevie got her hands on that crystal we need. Think there’s only four things left on our list now.”

Andie nodded. “Thanks, Mitch. What’s left?”

“The wood, which I’m gonna go out and gather the rest of today. Sarah’s got a good lead on the Bauhinia from a Japanese coven, and your mom is going next week to arrange to have a local farmer provide us with a goat.” Andie tried hard to suppress her shudder over the mention of the goat. Poor thing. Thankfully, Harry was too tired and out of it to really put together why they would be needing a live goat.

“What’s the last part?” Harry asked, sounding like he was already drifting off again.

“You,” Mitch stated simply. He turned to Andie. “I left a healing potion in your bathroom. Give him a tablespoon every eight hours or so. You can mix it with food if he can’t handle the taste. Hopefully he’ll regain most of his strength in the next week.”

Mitch saw himself out after Andie thanked him again and she heard both him and Sarah step back through the portal, leaving the flat quiet.

Andie turned to Harry. “I’m gonna go to campus tomorrow and drop of your doctor note. You’ll be safe in the flat for that time.”

Harry shook his head, brows furrowed and his eyes darting back and forth like he was searching for something, though he was staring at various points on the ceiling. “I can’t believe I just…walked outside. I don’t even remember making the decision to walk out there.”

She grabbed his shin through the blankets, offering a comforting weight. “It’s what a wraith does, Harry. It entices you into vulnerability in order to get to you. Not to mention, you were absolutely sloshed. Just a bad combination all around.”

“Safe to assume the blaring headache is from the hangover, then?”

Andie chuckled softly. “Yeah. Want some paracetamol?”

“Please? And somethin’ small to eat? Gonna throw up if I take painkillers on an empty stomach.”

Andie patted him on the leg before going to the kitchen to make him some toast and grab the tablets. She came back with both and a glass of water, and some of Harry’s colour seemed to have come back.

“Get all that down and go back to sleep. Gonna be doin’ a lot of that until you get your health back up.”

“Don’t wanna be lazy,” Harry argued, his eyelids already drooping and his form already slumping back into the little throne of pillows he’d made around himself to stay propped up.

“You’re not bein’ lazy,” Andie assured. “You’re lettin’ your body heal. Now hush, and close your eyes. I’ll come join you in a bit.”

Harry was asleep before Andie closed the door behind her.

~*~*~*~*~

The next weeks leading up to the full moon were full of getting Harry back to his normal self and making all the final arrangements for their ritual. Harry slept pretty much nonstop for three days, aside from getting up to use the restroom and eat, and Andie made him shower once. By the fourth day, he was able to stay up for a few hours at a time and made it out onto the couch to watch the telly and keep Andie company while she was getting stuff together for the full moon. By the end of the weekend he was staying up all day with a short nap some time after lunch. The day he was finally awake before Andromeda was the day that she knew he had made it through in one piece.

Andie had gotten her mom to add an extra layer to the protective ward around her flat in order to keep the wraith out. There wasn’t a day that went by after the situation at the party that she didn’t see it lingering outside of her windows and the front door of her flat when she left occasionally to go the shoppes or show her face enough in class to not make her professors overly suspicious of her absence.

Harry had been relatively quiet about all of the preparations Andie had been doing, just casting an observant eye. It wasn’t until the full moon was five days away that Harry finally started asking questions. His most pressing one, however, was what the live goat was for. It was the question Andie was dreading the most, but she knew he’d have to be told beforehand anyway. It wasn’t something that you dropped on a person the day of the ritual.

“Part of the ritual is having you bathe in fresh goat blood while we do the incantation.”

The blood drained from Harry’s face, and he swallowed hard over the presumed bile that rose in his throat. He eventually licked his lips and nodded. “Awesome.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I didn’t want to freak you out unnecessarily.”

“No, I get it. I’m glad I only have five days to anxiously wait instead of a month.”

“Just close your eyes and pretend it’s a nice bath.”

He shot her a look that said he definitely wasn’t amused.

That was the most he’d asked about what was happening. When Andie had asked him if he wanted to know all the steps of the spell, he’d shook his head and told her he trusted her. That had simultaneously made soft butterflies fill her stomach as well as leave a heavy feeling in her chest. While she was very flattered that he trusted her so much—essentially with his life—, she was realistically wary of how everything was going to turn out. It was a daunting prospect.

In the few remaining days leading up to the spell, Harry was more clingy than normal. While he had always been the lovey, touchy type, he practically never left Andie’s side while they were in the flat together. She was sure he was getting stir crazy from being cooped up for so long, and she didn’t mind his undivided attention. But she was worried about his mental state, and she wondered if he was acting like this because he was scared of what would be happening that Friday night. She wanted to comfort him, reassure him that it would all be fine in the end, but she couldn’t lie to him. She didn’t know what was going to happen since she’d never done this before. Stevie had done her best to assure them that she’d seen this spell performed successfully once before. Andie didn’t necessarily like those odds, but considering the spell had only been done a handful of times in the history of witches, she supposed one successful account was better than nothing.

Friday morning, Andie woke up to the startling but very pleasant sensation of Harry’s face buried between her thighs, not yet at her center, but laving his tongue and teeth at her inner thighs, his thumbs teasing at the band of her knickers. He waited until he knew she was awake before pulling them aside and losing himself in the taste and smell of her. She came quicker than she ever had before, and she didn’t hesitate to flip Harry on his back and ride him until they were both sated and sweaty and in terrible need of a shower.

They lazed around until the sun began to barely set. They needed to meet the rest of their little group in the forest before the sun went down in order to set up their space while they still had daylight. The height of the spell wouldn’t be performed until the moon was high in the sky, but it was imperative that everything be in its proper place before that time came.

Andie made sure to bring lots of towels and heavy, weighted blankets for after Harry emerged from the blood bath. It was nearing the end of November, and the temperature was getting nearly to freezing in the middle of the night. While they blood itself would most likely keep him warm while he was in it, he’d freeze his arse off as soon as he stepped out. Andie didn’t want to traumatise him any more than necessary.

They walked hand in hand to the meeting spot in the forest, Andie keeping a wary eye on the wraith as it followed them, at a distance that was much too close for comfort. Although he couldn’t physically see it, she could tell Harry was aware of its presence, too, if not by the guarded stance Andie kept, then the way he shivered every few seconds while perspiring was a good indication. Even though they weren’t in direct contact, the wraith was still doing what it could to suck as much energy from him as it could.

Harry’s eyes were drawn to the large black boulder that had been the center of this whole occurrence. He hadn’t realised this would be the spot they'd be performing the ritual, Andie figured. It was the best place for it, though. The power it offered combined with the innate energy Andie and her mother possessed was their best bet and this going the way it was supposed to. They weren’t taking any chances by performing it somewhere where the harnessable energy was low.

When they got there, everybody but Sarah was already there. When Andie asked after her, Mitch nodded his head in the direction opposite where Harry and her had walked in, and she saw Sarah walking with a goat on a lead. She was sort of sad to have to drain the poor thing of its life, but they would be returning the carcass to the farmer so that he could do what they normally did to slaughtered animals. They would have just flushed the blood down the drain anyway, so it was no hardship on them to lend it out for a night.

Harry pressed his lips together tight when he caught sight of the animal, but he quickly diverted his gaze and watched as Stevie and Mitch worked together to arrange all the elder branches into a pentagram, the leaves and flowers stripped. Those were gathered in a bowl that would be used to mix into the bath Harry would be sat in for the ceremony. The elder tree had a sort of tie to earth in some mythology’s, so he wasn’t surprised by its use in this ritual.

“Oh good, I forgot to tell you to bring some stuff to keep him warm. Glad you remembered,” Stevie noted when she saw Andie with the stack of folded blankets and towels in her arms.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Harry asked, watching as everyone else started going around the pentagram and setting out items.

“Place one of these at each point, just inside the outer circle,” Stevie told him, handing him the black candles they’d made out of the beeswax and powdered obsidian. “They act as a spiritual barrier between you and the wraith.” She turned to Andie with a look of slight sorrow in her eyes. “You’re gonna have to drop your wards on him before we get started.”

Andie swallowed, hating the reminder. “Yeah, I know. Waitin’ until the last possible minute.”

Stevie nodded her understanding before going back to the satchel of goodies they were using in the spell. Harry went off to do as he was told, having a quiet conversation with Mitch, who was finishing the last bits of the pentagram, that Andie couldn’t hear.

Andie’s mum came up beside her as she was reading over the spell instructions one more time.

“If you don’t end up marrying this boy after all this, I will be very disappointed,” Annabel muttered to her as she grabbed more things out of the bag.

Andie looked at her mom from the corner of her eye, not raising her head from the spell book. “Thought you didn’t like him?”

“I don’t like that he’s mortal,” her mother sniffed indignantly. “Don’t like that you’ll be muddying our bloodline, mostly.”

“Who said I was having kids?” Andie asked.

Her mother gasped, affronted. She smacked her daughter’s arm when she smirked at her.

“Kidding. Kidding.”

“Anyway. Aside from him being a mortal, I do actually like him. And I assume you must, too, considering the lengths you’re going to in order to save his life.”

Andie was quiet for a long moment, not taking her eyes off the words printed on the page. Finally, when she was sure her mother was going to give up and walk away, she said, in a low voice, “I love him. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”

She felt her mum rest a hand on her shoulder. It was gentle and loving in a way that Andie hadn’t gotten from her many times before. “I know. And that’s why I’m very proud of you for doing this. You’re going to make a very strong Head of Council one day.”

~*~*~*~*~

The butterflies filling Andromeda’s stomach seemed to take on a rapid flight as the moon rose in the darkness of the night, it’s brilliance and luminosity beaming down on their little clearing. She felt the power it leant surge through her veins, making the tips of her fingers and toes tingle like they were flowing with static electricity. The hairs on the back of her neck and her arms stood on end. Everything about the circumstances of the night filled Andie and her witch counterparts with nearly unbridled power.

“We need to begin,” Annabel called out, her eyes trained on the ever-rising moon.

Andie nodded and grabbed Harry’s hand to lead him to the center of the pentagram where a tub was set up, ready to hold Harry’s body and the blood sacrifice. She kept a towel with her, ready to offer it to Harry to cover him when he inevitably had to strip down in the briskness of the night.

“I’m gonna take the ward off of you now,” she told him quietly, helping him out of his jacket and draping it over her arm. “I have to do it before we perform the sacrifice. You’ll be vulnerable until we light the candles, but we’ll all be doing what we can to keep it away until then.”

Harry nodded his consent while he kicked out of his shoes and began peeling off the rest of his clothes. Andie offered him the towel she’d brought along to cover him before he took off his pants, poor thing already shivering in the cold. She wished she could do something to help keep him warm, but there’s couldn’t be any enchantments on him while the spell was being performed.

He slipped his pants off under the towel and handed them to Andie. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and looked at her. Acting on impulse, Andie reached a hand out to clasp around his neck and pulled him toward her. She placed her lips on his, letting his sweet, minty taste wash over her tastebuds as her tongue swept into his mouth. Harry bit gently at her lower lip.

Andie pulled her mouth away. They couldn’t waste time, but she couldn’t go into this spell without kissing him. It helped to boost her confidence, and she was hoping it was doing the same for Harry.

“Okay,” Andie sighed.

She looked back at her mother, who had the unsuspecting goat by the lead. Annabel walked it forward until she was beside Andie and Harry, waiting for Andie’s cue to start the ritual. Andie nodded to her before reaching her hands out over Harry, palms out. It was easier to eliminate the ward that she’d placed on him than it had been to place it, so with a few muttered words and less than a minutes time, Harry was as vulnerable as the day he was born. The five witches immediately took up a low stream of chanting, placing a temporary protection around the pentagram to keep the wraith at a safe distance until the obsidian candles were lit at the five points.

Both Harry and Andie looked away as her mother pulled out a sharpened blade made from the bone of wolf and pulled it with ease against the goat throat right above the basin. Harry jumped at the strangled bleat right before it went silent. Annabel magically pulled the blood from the animal until it was bled dry. She nodded her go-ahead to Andie.

“Step in,” she told Harry. She helped him maintain his modesty until he had submerged himself, taking the towel from him. Harry shuddered, both from the cold and from the very fact that he was sat in a bath full of blood. Andie summoned the mixture of herbs and the leaves and fruit from the harvested elder branches and sprinkled them into the bath until the bowl was empty.

She next summoned the large orb of alexandrite Stevie had acquired. “You need to hold this submerged under the blood for the entirety of the spell.”

Harry nodded and took it in both palms, watching it slowly disappear under the liquid crimson.

“Okay, we’re going to begin now,” Annabel announced, her eyes on the moon. It was nearly to its peak in the sky.

Andie nodded and backed out of the pentagram, giving Harry one last reassuring look over her shoulder.

Andromeda took her place at the head of the pentagram, the point that was oriented north. She took a deep, steadying breath as she look up, spying the wraith hovering a a few feet in the air above where Harry was submerged in the tub. The only thing keeping it at bay before the beginning of the spell was Mitch and Sarah chanting steadily, creating a temporary barrier. They had to time it perfectly between the cessation of the warding charm and the onset of the new incantation that would—hopefully—banish the wraith back to whatever hell hole it climbed out of and sever its tie to Harry.

Stevie caught Mitch and Sarah’s eyes, ready to count them down to stop as Andie got ready to begin reciting the new words. With a steady countdown from three, Andie took up the new incantation just a split second after Mitch and Sarah stopped. No magic could be present and active while the second one started, otherwise it would render their efforts useless. One draw back to magic: it didn’t do well to overlap major spells.

In the second between their chanting, the wraith surged forward, ready to dive straight toward Harry and begin its quick harvesting process. Andie’s heart jumped in her chest as she watched the cloaked figure race towards her boyfriend, vulnerable in the blood-filled tub, it’s weathered stumps of hands outstretched, ready to grasp Harry to it to quicken the process. Andie wanted to scream her protest, let anyone in hearing range hear her anguish, but she knew that the real way to keep Harry safe was to begin the incantation.

She raised her arms out to her side, palms up to draw the power of the moon and the soles of her feet tingled as the energy of the earth and the nearby boulder of obsidian. With a rush of breath, Andie started reciting the words she’d memorised in the weeks leading up the spell. Words that translated to a temporary opening of the portal between worlds, creating a tear in the fabric of space to access whatever depraved dimension from which the wraith had been drawn.

Her words felt like they created a tangible ripple in the atmosphere around her and she watched in relief as the wraith jolted back, less than a meter from having made contact with Harry. The wicks of the candles lighted simultaneously, taking up that magical flame that never moved or flickered.

The rest of the witches that made up the other four points of the pentagram began to chant in tandem with Andie after the first two lines, having also committed the words to memory. Andie felt the energy surge through her as they joined in, a buzz resonating in her chest as the brightness of the moon seemed to amplify. She could physically see the shining purple of her eyes illuminate the patches of grass in front of her.

Andie watched in wonder as the blood in the basin around Harry began to boil, rolling steadily. Harry looked down anxiously around him, wary of the sudden movement of the medium that held him. He didn’t look like he was in pain, so Andie’s own anxiety subsided for the time being.

The wind seemed to suddenly whip up around them, everyone’s hair lifting and seeming to be tugged in opposing directions. Andie was overwhelmed by the rush of it in her ears, unable to hear herself or the others chanting over the sound. It seemed to be creating a vacuum, Andie having to force the words out over the lack of oxygen suddenly in her lungs, like it was being sucked from her body from the force of the wind. Her rising panic over the sensation of suffocating was seeing Harry, completely unaffected by whatever was happening on the outer edges of the pentagram.

Suddenly and violently, the wind ceased and the flames of the candles went out, and a rogue cloud covered the moon, casting an impenetrable darkness over the clearing. The blood in the basin stilled. Andie’s heart sank, having the awful feeling that the spell wasn’t working, despite their continued chanting. She let her volume die down until she was just barely mumbling the words, looking first to her mother for reassurance. When Annabel just shrugged, her lips still forming the words of the spell, Andie looked to Stevie, who was already looking back at her. Stevie nodded her head, indicating that they were all to keep up the incantation, despite the sudden lack of activity.

She was terrified that something was wrong. She couldn’t live with herself if something bad happened to Harry if they had somehow performed the ritual wrong. That overwhelming dread of failure pitted her stomach and made her chest tight, like she was nearly to the point of tears. Witches didn’t cry in situations of stress, though, and she was push on until the end.

Even if the end meant the end of Harry. It would wreck her, but she would push on.

With the beginning of the next verse of words, Andie’s stomach dropped with the sudden sensation of floating. She continued her stream of words as she looked down, confirming that her feet were suddenly off the ground, and the distance between the two was ever increasing. Andie wasn’t afraid of heights, per se, but she wasn’t really willing to trust her safety of levitation when she wasn’t the one controlling it.

However, she didn’t really have a choice.

She felt a little better when she stopped rising, her feet about fifteen feet above the ground. She kept up her spell as she looked down at everyone else, still planted firmly in the earth. Despite her physical disconnection with one of her energy sources, she could feel and increased jolt of energy, and suddenly a splintering light shattered the dark veil of the sky. It nearly blinded Andie in its brilliance, and it radiated a heat like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The light that began as a shimmering white turned into a crimson red interspersed with flashes of yellow as the split in the sky broadened. Andie realised with a start that it was the fabric of space and time between dimensions that she was witnessing, tearing in order to suck back in the thing which it had birthed.

It was working.

Upon everyone’s realisation of what was happening, their enthusiasm for the spell increased, and they were all nearly shouting with the force of their words. Andie’s heart beat raced in her chest, and at first she thought it was just her excitement at the prospect of this all actually working and her and Harry being able to go back to their normal lives.

However, she realised after a moment it was caused by some sort of energy line that connected her with the wraith, her end connected in her chest and its connected to the void of its face. The connection drug the wraith up so it was eye-level with Andie, the light shining in her eyes from her magic illuminating it’s darkness. With a gush of wind from magical origins that Andie could more feel than actually know, the head covering of the supernatural entity blew back, revealing dark void of its face. A scream bubbled in her throat at the completely overpowering feeling of despair that shrouded her. No one was meant to look a wraith in its face. To do so meant certain death.

Blood rushed in her ears, her heartbeat reverberating in her head. If she hadn’t trusted Stevie’s account of the spell she’d witnessed, she could have sworn that the wraith had attached itself to her and was now doing what it needed to completely drain her. And the force of her magic would be more power than a wraith knew what to do with, most likely leading to some destruction that no one was prepared for. She hoped to whatever gods could hear her that Stevie’s account was correct.

She could hear Harry screaming her name from down on the ground. She couldn’t see him, afraid to take her gaze from the being, but she knew he was going to try to scramble from the tub, ready and willing to do what he could to get to her. She couldn’t let him ruin the spell, though. They’d put so much into it, and they were close to the end. Andromeda could feel it.

Without breaking eye contact or ceasing her stream of incantation, Andie shot one hand down, forcing Harry back into the basin. She heard his muffled sound of protest but paid him no mind as the spell was coming to the end. She only had two lines of words left and she was praying that something happened.

In the last five words of the incantation, there was a loud ripping sound, so loud Andie was sure she’d have some hearing loss. The once meter long opening in the sky opened into a large gouge, at least fifteen feet in diameter. The light and heat it emitted nearly burned her skin, and she was sure she’d have the shadowed image of it burned on her retinas forever.

The wraith gave a low screeching sound, like it was in pain. Andie would have smiled if she could focus on anything but completing the spell.

Upon the last word falling from her lips, the light that had been emanating from the opening burst with light, spitting out what felt like acid on both Andie and the wraith. She screamed out her pain, finally able to express her feelings with the words of the spell complete. The sound that the wraith gave out was like that of a thousand dying animals, completely drowning out Andie’s sobs. She watched through squinted eyes as the dark mass crumpled in on itself, the dark cloak swallowing its body as the darkness of its being paled and splintered. In some far place of her mind, Andie mused that he sort of looked like Voldemort when Harry Potter had finally killed him. She would have chuckled if anything other than the crippling pain would process in her brain.

A sigh of relief seemed to be breathed by the universe when that rip in the sky sucked the wraith into its depths, another brilliant flash of light surging before closing back up with a pop, like there was a change of pressure.

All the energy seeped from Andie’s body, all of her going limp while still being held in the air by the remnants of the spell. She didn’t even have the energy anymore to scream her agony. Her head dropped onto her shoulder as she started to slip into unconsciousness. She wouldn’t let herself fall completely, too stubborn to let her lights go out without making sure for herself that Harry was alright.

She hardly noticed when she started floating back to the ground. There was barely a register of panicked voices and the feeling of a body catching her before she hit the earth. Above the din of anxiety, she could barely make out Stevie’s voice.

“Get her in the tub with Harry. Completely submerged.”

When the skin of her arms first touched the still-warm blood, she flinched, the sting of her wounds flaring. Harry shushed her, barely keeping in his own sobs. His heart hurt looking at her. Her skin was singed from the heat and there were blotches of deep burns where the universes had spat that…stuff on her. He placed his hand over his eyes as he lowered her head back into the blood.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as Harry pulled her back up. They way Stevie had instructed them, it seemed like this was supposed to heal her of her injuries. It was supposed to be like the final soothing solve to finish out the spell.

Being submerged in blood didn’t seem to register with Andromeda. When her face parted the surface, Harry was a little taken with her beauty. Even covered in the blood of a slaughtered animal and pale in a way that he had never seen her, she was absolutely stunning. He was sure the effort she’d made to save his life clouded his view, but he didn’t mind.

And behind the haze he was on at seeing her gorgeous face, he registered that the burns that had been there the moment before were gone. All that was left was the perfect smoothness of her skin.

Slowly, Andie blinked her eyes open, and the smile that broke across Harry’s face hurt his cheeks. He gave a relieved chuckle and helped her wipe the blood from her eyes. Her eyes seemed to first focus on the moon that was just behind Harry’s head, and then his eyes, the glowing green warming her soul.

“Hi.”

Harry’s chuckle turned into a full laugh as he wrapped both his arms behind her back. “Hi, darling.”

“You’re okay?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from all the yelling that she’d done while she was in pain.

Harry nodded. “I’m okay. Thanks to you. And your mum and your friends.”

A soft smile flitted to her face, like she was too tired to do much more. “Good.”

“I love you,” Harry blurted. He was surprised at his candid admission, but he didn’t regret it. He’d been wanting to tell her that since they’d met.

Andie reached an arm out to grip the back of Harry’s head. He knew exactly what she was requesting, so he quickly moved his face to hers, letting their lips brush. He wanted to be grossed out by them both being covered in blood (and he would be later), but he was much too happy to be holding her alive in his arms to care.

“I love you, too.”

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Clean your rooms and pick you stuff up because parents are coming to Lima Heights! September 21st-27th there will be no classes as parents will be visiting our campus. So mind your manners and remember, you’re representing the school to these esteemed guests.

There are things prepared for Parents to enjoy and partake in on campus such as:  

Monday - Tours of campus at 9am, 12pm, and 2pm. 

Tuesday - Lecture from Sue and Will to explain the graduation requirements, presentation expectations, etc for parents - 2-4pm 

Wednesday- Glee Performance for Parents - 5pm 

Thursday - Musical performance of Six - 7pm (Donations accepted/encouraged for Women’s Aid)

Friday - Family Dinner in the Great Hall. Family style chicken, fish, potatoes, rice, salad, mixed veggies and rolls, 6-8pm

Saturday - Regular sports calendar with a special tailgating event in the parking lot starting at 5pm before the football game.

Parents are allowed on campus to visit their children, however, they must be staying off campus. All students may go off campus (level 2 is not needed) as long as they are with their families. Additionally, students going off campus with their parents do not need an additional escort. CURFEW IS STILL ENFORCED.

Rules: 

Curfew rules will stand for all students. 

Parents/siblings 18 years or older are allowed to visit - no minors are allowed.

Parents + their submissive(s) are allowed 

Parents are allowed on campus to visit and to see everything, but they must stay overnight in town. Hotels in town are promoting discounts for parents of institute students. 

Parents being here does not mean students will get away with poor behavior choices, punishments will still stand if earned.  

OOC:

 Alrighty so here we go! This will require all of the characters in a family figuring this out so PLEASE remember to be adults about this as decisions are made. If you so desire, you may have one member of the family build a “parent blog” for one or more parents to be playable. WE ARE LIMITING EACH FAMILY TO ONE BLOG, however, if you have 2 parents coming they can both talk on the same blog. Or, you can have both parents come and only one be ‘active’ if you’d prefer.  In regards to the parents, for characters who have been here through a couple of these, some FC’s have been determined previously.

Here is the current list we have: 

Abrams - Mother, Nancy Abrams (FC: Alyson Hannigan) and father, Thomas Abrams (FC: Jason Segal) 

Anderson - Mother, Pam Anderson (FC: Gina Gershon), and father Charlie Anderson (Fc: Mark Dacascos) 

Beiste - Mother, Shannon Beiste (FC: Dot-Marie Jones) and her submissive Thomas Beiste (FC: Vincent D’Onofrio) 

Berry - Fathers, Hiram Berry (FC: Jeff Goldblum) and Leroy Berry (FC: Brian Stokes Mitchell)  

Clarington - Father, Henry Clarington (FC: Stephen Lang) TW: HOMOPHOBIC, ABUSE 

Cohen-Chang - Mothers Wendy Chang and Rita Cohen-Chang  

Corcoran - Mother, Shelby Corcoran (FC: Idina Menzel), Father, Jeff Corcoran (FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

 Duval - father, Hector Duval (FC: Colin Firth), and Mother, Clara Duval (Jennifer Ehle) 

Evans - Father, Dwights Evans (FC: Chris Hemsworth) and mother, Mary Evans (FC: Samantha Smith ) 

Fabray - Father, Russell Fabray (FC: Gregg Henry) and submissives Judy Fabray (FC: Charlotte Ross) and Sinclair Fabray (FC: Margot Robbie) 

Hummel/Hudson - father, Burt Hummel (FC: Mike O’Malley) and Mother Carole Hudson-Hummel (FC: Romy Rosemont) 

Karofsky: Father, Matthew Karofsky (FC: John Goodman), Mother, Stacey Karofsky (FC: Fiona Shaw) TW: ABUSE, BIGOTRY, PRETTY MUCH TERRIBLE HUMAN BEINGS 

Lynn - Father, Patrick Lynn (FC: Timothy DeKay), mother, Gloria Lynn (FC: Marissa Tomei), and submissive Lawrence Lynn (FC: Matthew Gray Gubler)  

Motta - Father, Trevor Motta (FC: John Stamos), mother, Annabelle Motta (FC: Debra Messing), submissive Angela Motta (FC: Lucy Walters) 

Rhodes - Father, Preston Rhodes (FC: ), mother April Rhodes (FC: Kristien Chenoweth) and submissive, Emily Rhodes (FC:) 

Smythe - Father, Alistair Smythe (FC: Gerard Butler), mother Constance Smythe (FC: Jamie Murray) TW: PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE 

Wilde - Mother, Amelia Wilde (FC: Michelle Pfeiffer), Father, Leo Wilde (FC: Sean Penn) 

Now, if none of the siblings were here for the previous Parents Weeks and want to change FCs - that’s fine with me. Just make sure they haven’t already been used.

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The person playing the family should be a writer in that family. However, we will allow outside people to do it, keeping the following in mind:

That writer cannot write outside of their own family again (meaning, if Mack writes the Berry parents, for example, she cannot write parents for any other non-Mack families).

This person should know the family well enough to be able to play the parents without there being issues with HCs.

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shamelesslypoetic · 5 years

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I: The Birds and The Dee

Summary: The Forrester household is home to four pets. Dastan’s ball python, Nova, who bit Park in the ankle is one of them. To make up for it, Dee decides to increase the pet count to five but ends up getting two more. TW: Self-deprecation, body image issues, snakes, strippers Word count: 2.4k

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Nova’s eyes narrowed as her tongue flicked out at me, rolling up and down in the air as I fixed her with a firm glare. Squirming, she looked away. I followed her gaze to the bird she'd killed and felt a slight twinge of guilt. Grave mistake keeping her cage open by the window. Park would be devastated. The pain he went through was enough so I decided not to tell him. A groan sounded from Park’s room. Sighing, I pulled a pillow over my head, frustrated that, yesterday, she’d gotten out and bit him. Because he’s Park, of course, he kept telling me it didn’t matter, that he was okay and that he’d ‘tempted’ her by wearing gray socks with mouse patterns. I knew better, though. So fragile despite the strength of his mind, my brother bruised very easily.

Distraction. I need a distraction. My hand itched for a cigarette but Park didn’t like the smell and Pops wouldn’t want me to. Mulling over going to the store to get a pack, I grabbed my phone from the bedside. The black screen showed my face staring back at me, twin to Park’s in every way except the dark, uneven patches spread like rot on fruit. Tomato pits. Banana bruises. Pretty patterns. Park’s voice answered in my head. I hurled the phone, letting it bash against the headpost. It fell onto the bed with a thunk and I exhaled sharply, running both hands through my hair. I stood up, fingers drumming on my thigh as I paced back and forth around the room. Finding myself in front of the hollowed carcass of the bird, I grit down on my teeth. Brown, eyes two slits, beak open in an uneven angle and wings still slightly raised, it lay there, dead. If she weren’t sleeping Nova’s eyes would have spoken to me, teasing because she knew I couldn’t be mad at her for answering to her survival instincts. That anger only existed because of what she’d done to Park, after all. I stared at the bird some more, moving a bit closer to Nova’s cage. One way or another we all end up dead. I felt a consolation, for at least its death had given me an idea.

“Dastan!” Pops’ concerned voice caught me at the door, hand frozen on the handle. I didn’t turn. “Where are you going?” I squeezed the cool metal, tensing. “Out.” Wearily, he repeated, “Where are you going?” “Don’t worry, old man, I’ll be back in an hour,” I said. He inhaled a sharp breath and I bit my lip, imaging his red face and the hand running through his graying hair. Too young for this. I pressed another mild insult, “Take care of Park.” Kitty, our golden retriever – courtesy of Park – whined in front of my brother’s door, scratching at the wood. As Pops turned to her, I pushed my way through, tossing a glance over my shoulder. Soulful, worried eyes and a heavy brow met mine. Vitiligo or no vitiligo, you’re my son and I love you. Slamming the door behind me, I sighed.

A shop window revealed that the concealer I’d applied held up well through the town square’s usual buzz and bustle. Park’s words echoed in my head. You’re perfect just the way you are. He didn’t understand, how could he with his clear honey eyes, freckled face and curly hair? Various birds, fish, cats and dogs blurred in my vision, face coming into focus. Muddy brown and green gazed back. Without breaking stride, I pushed into the nearest pet shop, tearing my eyes away from the display window. I hadn’t managed to see a single creature anyway. Ding. The bell went. I wanted to break it. The hot summer air licked at my cheeks and ears. Air conditioner who? Scrunching up my nose at the cat piss and cheap air fresher meant to cover it up, I glanced over to a girl with an exposed midriff. “How can I help you, babycakes?” her eyes went down, tattoo of an arrow pointing to the bottom from her navel. Downcast eyes met mine again as she swayed towards me. I curled my lip. Classy. “Stuck up dick,” she murmured. Flashing her the black ring on my middle finger, I turned to another aisle. Basically, ‘Fuck off. I’m not interested.’ A little harsh, yes, but how else would people know I’m ace? Her presence stayed there, cloying perfume nearly suffocating. A vaguely Australian accent greeted me, “Tattoo’s for a strip club I work at after shifts.” My head fell back, something close to regret washing over me. “Whaddya need?” Another blast of hot air from outside had me worried that the powder would come off with the heat and I touched a hand to my face. Great. Exactly what I needed. “Cool how you don’t have air conditioning here,” I said, eyes falling on her name-tag. “Annabelle.” She gave an apologetic smile and I stuffed a five dollar bill into her hand as I brushed past, silently apologizing for being an ass.

Well, well, what have we here? Cat food. That’s what. And a nerd. Such a curious sight, the two of them together. Earlier, Viridian had called to tell me of his common cold, delirious as he begged for dry food. ‘Dirthersh’, that British short-hair Macy insisted they keep, seemed more trouble than he's worth. I browsed the birds section and two lovebirds rubbing their against each other caught my attention. A gradient gray and a gradient brown. Just the colors I was looking for. I’d learnt by now. Red and orange showed me different shades of brown and green gave me gray but my heart still thumped an unsteady beat. Another convenience took for granted among people. Despite anything I could tell myself it would always hurt, having eyes that don’t work properly, ill skin, uneven body and mind at every turn. What if I got them wrong? I just wanted to get one thing right. Just his favorite color, damn it. But it’s not orange! It’s purple! Of course, he always said that because he didn’ want the colors I couldn’t see to be the ones he liked. Oh, shut up. Slate spun towards me and I clamped my lips shut. Of course I’d said it out loud. Stupid. Raising a hand, I walked towards him, pinning him with my gaze. He leveled a calm stare. “Can I help you?” Formal as ever. “Yeah, Malachi,” I said, giving a crooked smirk. “You see colors, right?” Slate adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “As far as I’m concerned.” “Well, that makes one of us,” I pointed at the two birds and Slate’s thick, wire rimmed glasses followed my finger. “What are those?” An Encyclopedia exploded in my face, “Lovebirds, the common name for Agapornis is a species popular amongst pet owners and typically bought in pairs—” “Oh for fuck’s sake, their colors, Slate.” Slate blinked in disinterest, shifting in the same monotone voice as if I’d asked Siri. “The one on the right is red and orange, the other is a gray and mint green gradient,” for once, his specificness paid off. “Make sure to buy a spacious cage. They’re quite lively and need room to be healthy.” I nodded, catching Annabelle’s eyes across the shop. She smiled at me, mouthing ‘thanks’. “Why are you buying them?” The scorn in my voice hiding the fact I was grateful, I turned back to him. “I decided our house wasn’t enough of a zoo as it is.” “For someone who likes salt, this is a very sweet gesture to your brother.” “Park,” I said, arching a brow. “He has a name.” Slate cleared his throat, looking away. “I am aware.” “And that’s not the phrase,” I added, peering at the slight color on his cheekbones. “I’m salty, but I’m not a complete jerk.” The corners of his mouth turned up. “The debate team would beg to differ.” “Bunch of pussies,” I dismissed, waving my hand. “Why are you here? Last time I checked, you didn’t have any pets.” “Viridian wasn’t feeling well so he asked if I could buy cat food for Hershey.” “What was our next discussion supposed to be about anyway?” I asked. “You don’t take notes?” I scoffed, almost offended. “Of course not.” “How do you manage to keep up with tasks then?” “I don’t,” I said smoothly. “I forget, like a cool person.” He crossed his arms, indulging me. “The Israel Palestine feud” “Thanks for the help, nerd.”

At the cash register, Slate strode over with the cat food. He placed a five dollar bill on the counter and stared ahead. He cleared his throat, adjusted, readjusted his glasses and then looked at me. “Dastan.” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, I go by Dee.” “Tell Park our next session is on Wednesday,” his voice cracked at my brother’s name. Coffee brown eyes grew just a shade lighter as he squared his shoulders, holding my gaze. “Oh, he can’t,” I said, sizing him up. “He’s been bitten by a snake.” Slate tensed, eyes widening despite his best efforts. “What!? Is..is he alright?” I’d spent my whole life thinking myself a mutation because I’d never seen in my face what I saw in his but I pretended not to notice, jaw clenching as I subdued him. “Relax, it was just Nova.” His flushed face deepened in color. Trembling and steadying, hitting uneven notes, his usually deep voice stretched thin. “Is he in any pain at all? Are you quite sure the snake isn’t venomous?” My heart pumped, mind running, scrambling with the impossibility that I’d never noticed before. “No.” “May I come with you to check on him? If it’s a suitable time, of course. I mean, I must...reschedule with him.” Words were pushed out of him in a flurry, cracking his composure enough for me to sense his worry. “We have an Algebra exam next Monday.” “I’ll have him call you.” A pause. Slate, leader of the debate team, son of Principal Marvin and valedictorian student, Slate Malachi hesitated, barely audible. “I’d like to see him in person.” I looked him up and down, head to toe, drinking in his nervousness. Eyes snapping to his stiff shoulders, pursed lips, his bumped eyebrows. I could almost smell it, taste the tang of his concern. It left a bad taste in my mouth. “No, Slate,” he blinked, expression shifting in an instant. “It’s not a good time. We need to just be a family right now.” “I—” “We don’t need you there,” I pressed. “Right, well,” he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He turned to leave, froze, hastily throwing his last words over his shoulder before stalking out. “Tell him to call me when he can.”

Kitty barked from inside and Pops opened the door, eyebrows raised at the fact I’d help up on my promise. “You’re back.” “No, I��m still at the city square,” I said. “Should I get you something on the way?” Park shuffled out of his room. I kept my hands behind my back, legs pressed together. “Hey.” “Deedee!” I grimaced at the nickname, pulling the cage in front of me where he could see it. Instantly, his eyes brightened. Park stopped limping towards me, bandaged foot stilling on the floorboards. “Are...are those what I think they are?” I restrained a smile. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” I gave it a gentle push and the cage rolled rolled right towards him. Falling to his knees in front of it, he ran his hand over the thin bars, gaping at the chirping balls of feather inside. Tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, he looked up at me with a limpid, clear gaze. Leaning my back to shut the door, I tilted my head at him, arms crossed. “You like them?” He nodded frantically, sniffing. “But my favorite color isn’t orange.” I smiled. “Is that so?” “Yes! I, I hate red and I hate green!” he sobbed, hugging the cage. “I like purple and...and blue!” Pops ran his hand through the tangles of Park’s hair, smiling. When the two looked at me again, tears spilled from Park’s eyes. A few minutes passed with Park repeatedly thanking me and the lot of us gathering in the living room with Sardine, Fredrick and Kitty to decide the two newcomers’ names. Pops held onto Sardine and Fredrick slept on the couch while Park lay flat on the floor, arms cushioning his chin. “She looks like a mango.” I snickered, shaking my head. “You should make that her name.” He looked from me to the cage and squealed. I took off the beanie on my head, scratching at my scalp in disbelief and praying the fresh air would save my head from this silliness. “You can’t be serious.” “I’ve never been more serious in my life!” Rubbing my temples, I watched as he scrutinized the other bird, suddenly blurting out, “Pierre!” Pops smiled. “Sounds good, Park.” “Get it?” glowing, he sat up, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Cause he’s green! Like a pear!” “Ugh, I never thought I’d regret this,” I groaned. “Shut up, you love them!” Just as I opened my mouth to deny it, Park’s phone rang. It belted out a bubbly tune and my brother’s face tinted scarlet. I kept my arms crossed over my chest, clenching my fists so I wouldn’t do anything rash when I saw the caller’s name. ‘Slate’ shone on the buzzing phone’s screen beside a blue heart. Park showed his love in a lot of ways, this was a common one. But I knew better, this time, that heart spoke volumes. My jaw clenched and my attention rested on a yellowed patch on the carpet, thumb pressing down on my knuckles. “Dee?” I looked up, carefully focusing on the wallpaper over his shoulder. “Hm?” He gave a disarming smile. “Thank you.” I returned a half grin, sighing, “Welcome, fluffball.” My grin lasted till Park shut his room’s door behind him. Frowning, I looked over at Pops who scritched at Sardine’s forehead. “I’m worried for Sardine. She, I mean, they haven’t been eating well lately. Do you think they might be sick?” Normally Pops’ attempts at getting used to modern pronouns tickled but this time, I just shrugged, mind worked up as I stared at the sky blue of Park’s door. His voice came in happy torrents, divided by giggles just a bit louder than normal. Blood throbbed in my ears because I knew, I knew with the same surety I felt my thumb grinding over my skin the guy I had to blame. What the fuck are you trying to do with my brother?

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AN: So this is my first prologue for Inner Monologue. Expect a lot of these in the future. They're canon and they happened in universe but you don't have to read this to enjoy IM. These are just Easter Eggs and snippets of my writing style. Thank you so much for reading. Love you <3

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spacerangersam · 5 years

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did a big ol edit of episode 1 of bsotd and i’m a lot happier with it now

SMITH: Is this thing working?

He has a Welsh accent and his voice is rough and quiet. It is still a nice sounding voice, however. His words are followed by a noncommittal murmur, belonging to a different voice.

IMELDA: I didn't take IT, I don't have a fucking clue

Her voice is smooth and naturally a little louder than the boy's, but not to the point where it’s harsh. She has an accent, Irish, but it’s very faint.

SMITH: I mean, a light is on, so tha’s good, right?

IMELDA: If I say yes, can we move on?

SMITH: Uh, sure

IMELDA: Then yes

SMITH: Alrighty then... well, there's a very big chance this didn' work, but I'm just gonna act like it definitely did. So, uh, hello... world. My name is Smith Waterston, and I, uh, am the temporary host of the Clearwater Boarding School radio show

UNKNOWN GIRL: I'm Imelda Abayan. Student council president. I'm here to make sure he doesn't kill himself

Smith laughs sharply then clears his throat.

SMITH: Um, so someone messed with the... thingies and... did something? I don' know, I kinda blanked out three minutes in

IMELDA: Don’t get hung up about it, I don’t think he honestly knew what he was saying either

SMITH: No, I-I’m sure he did

IMELDA: Considering he said the word ‘doohicky’ at least three times, I would argue not

SMITH: …Maybe tha’s a technical term?

IMELDA: Smith, don’t make me call you an idiot. I don’t like calling injured people idiots, it seems rude

SMITH: Fine. Anyway, the point is, people outside of Clearwater should now be able to hear us. Outside of the school that is, no idea about outside of town.

IMELDA: I’d assume not

SMITH: Regardless, uh, hello to everyone who’s listening. So, my job here is to keep you up to date on the schedule, the menu, rules and so on

IMELDA: Dead?

SMITH: Oh, yes. And to keep you updated on the list of dead and injured, obviously

IMELDA: Moment of silence?

SMITH: Huh? Oh! Yes, uh, let us have a moment of silence for the prior host of this station, Annabelle Bloom. Rest in peace, Miss Bloom

There are 30 seconds of silence.

SMITH: Thank you. I heard it was quick at least

IMELDA: Messy though. Jumped off the roof

SMITH: Really? I heard she was pushed

IMELDA: I also heard that a disembodied encouraged her to do it. Who knows?

SMITH: No one, I assume. You know, since she’s dead and all. Can’ really ask her now, can we?

IMELDA: Well, we could. We just wouldn’t get a reply, which would make it all pretty pointless

SMITH: I think they burnt her, so I don’ think there’d be anything to ask anyway. I mean, you could ask her room, but tha’ jus’ seems a little silly

IMELDA: It does a bit

SMITH: Anyway, uh, I don' know how fast news travels out there, so jus' in case: all teachers of Clearwater are currently out of action. 40 out of 50 are dead, 10 are injured, 4 with a chance of full recovery, 6 are already having their funerals planned. With students, 120 of 478 are dead, 65 injured and thirteen missing.

IMELDA: We don’t have time to read out the names right now, but we will during the after-lunch show

SMITH: We’ve only lost thirty in the last month, however, which is honestly a pretty good number

IMELDA: You're making it sound like it's good that they're dead

SMITH: I, uh, meant in the sense that I expected the number to be much higher! Sorry, sorry

IMELDA: Chill, I got ya, man

SMITH: Alright, sorry, sorry. Um... it's been a surprisingly quiet week here at Clearwater. No deaths, only a number of minor injuries, and we even managed to contact our fellow boarding school, Bridgewater!

Imelda claps slowly.

SMITH: The building is basically in ruins now, so we're making plans to move them an’ their supplies over here in the next week, which is nice. Always good to have allies, even if we did egg their school tha’ one Halloween...

IMELDA: Water under the bridge

SMITH: Well, I hope it is anyway. Or else this may all be an elaborate plan to murder us all, and I think we can all agree tha’ tha’ would be a bit inconvenient

IMELDA: Bit of an understatement, but okay

SMITH: Regardless, good news all around mostly. You know, apart from the mysterious symbols and messages appearing outside of the school…

IMELDA: Don’t think about it. And if you can’t not think about it, drink-

SMITH: Water

IMELDA: Don’t be a pussy, students. Get wasted

SMITH: Imelda, we’ve only been here one day, I swear if you get us reported- actually… never mind, carry on

IMELDA: Nice try, man. Finish the announcements

SMITH: Dammit. Right, so we have an update from the chemistry club, which is lovely. Honestly was beginning to wonder if they were all dead, so it’s good to know tha’ they’re not

IMELDA: You lot really need to get out more

SMITH: I- yeah. You do. Well, not out out, but outside of tha’ room at least. If you went outside you lot would be fucked

Smith lets out a sharp laugh. Then coughs.

SMITH: Um. No offence

IMELDA: I’m sure they didn’t take any. And even if they did, the fuck they gonna do? They’re all skinny nerds

SMITH: Dorian’s part of the chemistry club, and he’s built like a goddamn shithouse

IMELDA: He’s an outlier. I shouldn’t have to account for rogue rugby-playing science nerds

SMITH: You know he’s absolutely not an outlier

IMELDA: Hey, let my schemata alone you bitch, stop trying to make me acknowledge differences

SMITH: Alttight, calm down, I’ll leave your… schisms alone

IMELDA: That’s absolutely not what I said

SMITH: Anyway, the chemistry club finally figured out how to make some Malakoff cocktails. Also managed to get their hands on some RDX! Took some time, but hopefully but tomorrow we'll have some brand-new weapons on hand, how exciting!

IMELDA: And necessary since while there are plenty of corrosive acids on offer here, most are slow acting

SMITH: Not to mention we haven't figured out a more effective way of using them past just... throwing the jars at them... which doesn't always work... it’s happening okay, I promise

IMELDA: Slowly

SMITH: Better than nothing. Helps we found the secret stash of Mr. Fishmonger's alcohol. Who knew he was a massive alcoholic?

IMELDA: Everybody

SMITH: Oh

IMELDA: Also, ‘massive alcoholic’? What does that mean? Would it even be possible to be a small alcoholic?

SMITH: Yes, and it's called 'I only drink on the weekend every weekend and sometimes during Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday to get through the week until the weekend'

IMELDA: …Aight

Loud, blaring sirens go off.

IMELDA: ...Shit.

SMITH: Gotta go

...

SMITH: False alarm. Mary James was jus’ sleeping walking, again.

IMELDA: Well, at least she won't be doing that again anytime soon

SMITH: Ah, yes... well they expect she'll, uh, make a full recovery in a few weeks

IMELDA: If you’re passing by, maybe consider dropping in an’ saying hi. Especially if you’re the one who threw that bicycle at her. I mean, what the fuck man, where did you even get that thing? And how did you have the upper body strength to lob it across the hallway?

SMITH: Well, they do say fear gives you an adrenaline rush

IMELDA: Do they?

SMITH: …I don’ know, I’m not a science guy. Anyway, someone kindly gave up some of their hair dye, so if you see what you think looks like an infected with neon pink hair, maybe jus’ wait a second?

IMELDA: Don't immediately throw a fucking bike at her, is what he means...

SMITH: Or anything? Preferably

IMELDA: If you really must throw something, go for something that's not too hard, and please, only throw one thing before scouting out. We're running out of bandages

SMITH: And people

IMELDA: And now we’re all out of bikes

SMITH: And with the nurse still healing from his broken arm...right, jus’... think first, throw second? Maybe?

There's the sound of a door opening. Someone walks in, then walks back out. Smith and Imelda begin to talk quietly between themselves.

SMITH: Are they fuckin' serious?

IMELDA: No one's drawn dicks on it, so I assume so

SMITH: Bit late, ain' it?

IMELDA: Might explain on the back

SMITH: ...Ah... right

IMELDA: How bad is it?

SMITH: Check for yourself

There's the sound of papers rustling.

IMELDA: Damn

SMITH: Yeah

Smith coughs.

SMITH: Righ', righ', sorry to cut this ... show? Is it a show?

IMELDA: No idea

SMITH: Fair enough. Anyway, as I was saying, sorry for cutting... this short today, they've changed up the schedule a bit

IMELDA: We’ll be back after lunch though. Or, we should be, at least

SMITH: Um, to play us out is Mary James' song, Fuck Apples

IMELDA: I know many of you are startin' to get physically sick when you hear this song with how often it's been played, but hey, the poor girl's in hospital, I think she deserves this.

SMITH: And she did say she will be collaborating with the orchestra when she's recovered to finally bring youse some different songs. Anyway, my name is Smith, and goodbye for the evening

IMELDA: It's still morning

SMITH: Whatever. You gonna to say goodbye?

IMELDA: Yeah. Goodbye

SMITH: Exnihilo nihil fit

IMELDA: ...Habang may buhay, may pag-asa. Goodbye

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years

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All Too Well (Episode 23)

It's been about 3 months since I last saw Angus, the first few weeks were the hardest, so many times I wanted to cave in and contact him, so many times I'd stare at my phone willing hm to call me but he never did, instead he did as I asked, he didn't call, he didn't come see me, it was over and I was slowly accepting it. I unfollowed him on Simstagram, I didn't want to see pictures of him moving on with Steph. I didn't hate him, I tried to by reminding myself of how he had cheated and hid it from me for weeks, how he made me feel like a fool, for believing he loved me, for believing I was the only one. I still loved him, I wouldn't admit it to anyone else though. I kept hoping he would come back to me, he would be at my door one day telling me I had it wrong, the he wanted to be with me and only me, every timeI heard a knock I would run to the door but it was never him and as the days turned into weeks, weeks into months I gave up hope.

Tess still goes to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She didn't want to, she wanted nothing to do with Angus but I told her she had to keep him onside because she was going there for work experience and she had no other option, without him she would fail year 12. Maybe I just wasn't ready to completely cut that link off, that sending Tess into the battleground provided me with war stories. She told me he wouldn't talk in the first weeks, he would run them through their paces like they were any other clients and Tess was OK with this, she didn't want to talk to him either, they both had their walls up but slowly Tess starting letting hers down, she would tell me how he made a joke, how he talked of his weekend plans, how he started stirring her up again, how the group were going for drinks on Friday night and he was joining them with Annabelle and Steph. That cut me like a knife to know that my sister and my friends were hanging out with the man who broke me and his now girlfriend but I kept it to myself, all I asked was Tess never give me details of them together and to her credit she never did. He was happy without me and I was trying hard to repair myself, to get back to how I was before him.

I kept myself busy mostly, I would study in the library in my last week of holidays and when we returned to school we toured the university. I kitted, a lot, so many scarfs and sweaters were made. Tess and I painted my room, I let her paint a mural of the ocean on my walls, of the waves crashing against the shore and people building sandcastles, it was beautiful.

I also took a part-time job at the Cupcake Factory, a bakery in Brindleton Bay, working on the weekends, I was earning money and I was enjoying baking, it was a great distraction.

I studied hard, I knew my subjects from front to back, I'd written so many practice essays, taken so many practice tests, I was prepared and I was ready, I just wanted it to be over with, all of it but the further I moved away from the break up, the happier I became but I never forgot him.

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walkerismychoice · 6 years

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For Law and Love Chapter 4

Book: Desire and Decorum - Modern day AU

Paring: Ernest Sinclaire X MC

Raiting: PG

Summary: Another week of class begins. Will Anna ever be able to look Sinclaire in the eyes again?

Count: ~2000

Law and Love Master List - Catch up here

Anna met up with Annabelle to walk to class Monday morning. She hadn't talked to her, or anyone really, since the party Friday night. She spent a good part of Saturday sleeping off her hangover and then studied all evening. Sunday she went home to do laundry and have dinner with her dad. She told him about Luke being her TA and that she went to a gathering at his place, but omitted any and all details about Ernest Sinclaire. After her performance Friday night, she was certain he'd want nothing to do with her outside anything pertaining to Business Law.

"Hey, what happened to Friday night?" Annabelle asked with brows furrowed. "You just disappeared."

"I disappeared? I was told you had already left."

"I was still there. I was just, uh, busy with Eva." Annabelle averted her eyes shyly. "Sorry about that."

Anna smirked. "No, I get it. I'm glad one of us had a good time."

"You didn't walk home alone did you?" Anabelle inquired, concern evident in her voice.

"No, but I wish I had. I made a complete fool of myself." Anna buried her head in her hands.

"I'm sure whatever it is couldn't be that bad." Annabelle patted her on the back and Anna proceeded to tell her everything. Annabelle cringed. "Okay, yeah, that's pretty bad."

"Ugh, what's wrong with me? I'm so not looking forward to seeing him today." Anna had noted the TAs were taking turns attending class after the first day. It was just her luck that Hamid was Wednesday and Luke was Friday, so it had to be Ernest today. Why was life so cruel?

They arrived in class and took their usual seats in the middle of the room. Anna spotted Sinclaire at the front and kept her head down to avoid any chance at eye contact.

Annabelle leaned in. "He's totally looking at you."

Anna scoffed. "Is he giving me the death stare?"

"Is that any different than his normal stare?" Annabelle chuckled.

“You have a point. He’s got the RBF down.” They both giggled and were hushed by a guy in the row behind them. “Oops, we should keep it down before they have to split us up.”

Class went along as usual with Professor Richard’s self-important prattle sandwiched between short bits of important information. Anna alternated between taking notes and staring at the back of Ernest’s head thinking of all the ways she messed things up. Was there really anything to mess up anyway? He had shown zero outward interest in her. But there were those little things, like the way his eyes always seemed to be on her, or the spark she felt from the brief touch of hands at the party. It gave her hope the attraction was not one sided. At least it had until she made a literal mess of things.

Time was almost up and Anna was ready to bolt out the door immediately, when Professor Richards announced Ernest would be handing back the papers they turned in on Friday. There would be no avoiding him completely. They gathered near the front of the room and he listed off their names one by one.

"Edgewater," he called out. and she quickly shuffled over, trying not to look him in the eyes. She grabbed the a paper from his hand and turned towards the door, not even waiting for Annabelle who later caught up with her outside.

“Wait up Anna!” Annabelle was short of breath by the time she caught her. “You know you can’t avoid him all semester. That was....awkward back there.”

“I just grabbed the paper and left. I don’t see anything weird about that.”

“I don’t know, he just stood there kind of stunned for a few seconds too long and fumbled to get the next persons name out.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I’m sure only you noticed it because you were looking for it. She flipped through her paper which was thoroughly marked in red with comments and corrections and the intials ‘E.S.’ Of course he would be a super critical grader. “I got a B? Look at all these marks. This is brutal...Ernest is brutal."

“If it makes you feel any better, I got a C.” Annabelle held out her paper which was not nearly as marked up but still showed the lower grade.

“But I don’t get Bs.” Anna shook her head in disbelief. “I always get As.”

Annabelle laughed dryly. “Welcome to Harvard. You’ll get used to it.”

“Ugh. I don’t want to get used to it.” Anna flipped to the last page to see the final comments signed by Sinclaire. “What the- How is yours signed?” Annabelle held out the page to her which said ‘Ernest Sinclaire’. “Oh my god.” Anna buried her head in her hand.

“What’s wrong?” Annabelle questioned

“He signed mine ‘Ernie’, in quotes. The embarrassment is unending.”

“Am I missing something?”

“I actually almost forgot about it until now, but I might have drunkenly called him Ernie at the party.”

“You did not!” Annabelle exclaimed before doubling over with laughter. "It seems like he thought it was kind of funny though if he wrote it on your paper."

"I don't know. There are a million comments marked on mine," Anna huffed. "He hardly made any comments on yours."

"But you still got a better grade." Annabelle snatched the paper from her hand and pointed to the B on the front. "Maybe he just cares more about you."

"Or..." Anna swiped it back. "He's trying to get back at me for acting like a fool and ruining his shoes."

"Whatever you say, Anna. I've go to get to class. Text me later?" Anna nodded and Annabelle took off in the opposite direction.

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Anna stewed over her grade from Sinclaire and was still thinking about it the next day. It wasn't just that she wasn't used to getting anything less than an A, but she was confused by the comments as well. They were actually positive for the most part with only a few minor corrections. She couldn't understand where she went wrong enough to drop an entire letter grade. It was ridiculous to obsess so much, and the only way to stop was to talk to him about it during his office hours. Of course this meant facing him and owning up to her embarrassment, but she’d have to do it sooner or later.

As Anna approached the office she could see he was with another student. He nodded his head to acknowledge her presence and she took a seat in the chairs outside to wait. No sooner had she sat down when Professor Richards peeked his head out the door.

“Can I help you with something?” His eyes ran over her body as if he was trying to survey what was underneath her clothing, causing an uneasy shiver to run down her spine. Maybe there was some truth to the rumors.

“Oh no. I’m just waiting for Ernest.” Anna looked towards Ernest’s office as she spoke and saw him look up at the mention of his name and narrow his eyes at the professor.

“I’m sure I can help you out with whatever you need Miss-”

“Edgewater. But no, that’s quite alright. I can just wait.”

“Edgewater! I can see the resemblance to Harry now. He wasn’t as pretty as you though.” Professor Richards winked at Anna, making her skin crawl.

At that moment, Ernest stood up and hurriedly rushed the student out of his office, telling him he could email any further questions. “Anna, please come in.”

Professor Richards smile turned to a scowl but he didn’t protest. Ernest ushered Anna inside and shut the door. He didn’t explain nor did she comment on why he closed the door for her and not the other student. He was shielding her from the creep next door.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Ernest said softly before his features hardened. “He shouldn’t have said that to you.”

“It’s fine, It wasn’t a big deal.” Anna lied. Professor Richards hadn’t said all that much but he didn’t have to. His tone and mannerisms were enough to make her uncomfortable.

“No Anna, its not. He crossed a line. I’ve heard rumors before, and some were pretty terrible, but I had never seen anything in person. If you want me to help you file a report-”

“Ernest, it’s okay...really.” Anna’s pleading eyes begged him to drop it. “It was gross, and yes he crossed a line, but he didn’t really do anything. I hardly think him calling me pretty is going to get him into any actual trouble.”

Ernest finally relaxed his tightly clenched fists. “Just be careful around him.”

“Luckily he’s too busy to care about us measly undergrads, and we’re stuck with you.” Anna grinned and Ernest smiled back, a genuine, honest smile she hadn’t seen before.

“What brings you in today? Here to apologize for ruining my shoes?” He still had a hint of a smile on his face.

With the unwanted attention from Professor Richards, Anna had finally forgotten, if only for a few minutes, how mortified she was. But was Ernest actually teasing her? He seemed to find it much more amusing than anything. “I’m so sorry. That was so embarrassing, and so not like me.”

“You mean to say vomiting all over someone is not a typical sign of affection from you?”

“Were you hoping for some affection from me?” She knew she shouldn’t flirt with him but she couldn’t help herself.

Ernest cleared his throat and sat up straight but his cheeks were flushing red. “I assume the actual reason you're here has something to do with the class.” Ernest speculated, trying to get back on track.

Anna sighed. He was so hot and cold. One second he was starting to let down his walls and them next he was more difficult to infiltrate than Fort Knox. “Yes, that. I wanted to talk to you about my paper. I have questions about the grading."

"You got a B. You did well." He stated matter of factly.

"But I looked at your comments and the criteria, and I don't see what I'm missing." Anna turned to the rubric on the last page.

Ernest looked over it thoughtfully and pointed to the issue. "The specifications were for 12 point font. Yours was 11."

"Seriously?" Anna questioned with an edge of irritation. "One little detail, and I drop a whole grade?"

Ernest shrugged and threw his hands up. "I don't make the rules. Besides, missing one small detail could cost you a case in court. I'm doing you a favor to be strict with you now. I expect you will now read all instructions thoroughly."

"Fine," Anna muttered. "Lesson learned. I guess I'll see you in class.

Anna stood to leave when Ernest grabbed her hand. "Wait!" He exclaimed before looking down at his hand on hers and suddenly pulling away. "I should give you my number in case you need to text me...for class related purposes."

"I do already have your email...like all the other students." Anna suppressed another smirk.

"Right..." Ernest ran a hand through his hair. "Texts are a much better way to get ahold of me if you have any urgent questions." Ernest scrawled his number on a post-it and handed it to her.

"Sure...if i have any burning questions about business law I'll make sure to text you." Anna saved the number in her phone and texted him. Ernest's phone lit up on the desk and he checked the text. "You know, in case you have any questions about my assignments that must be answered immediately." This time she failed to hold back her sly smile as she stood to leave. "See you in class Mr. Sinclaire."

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maddielivesinbooks · 5 years

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Well folks I’m back, and I have something to say: I am a flop, and this reading blog is proof of that. For Spring Break, I challenged myself to read six books in week. It did not go well. So, without any further ado, here is my Week In Reading #2.

Monday, April 1

Happy April Fool’s! Today I read a whole book! Just kidding! April Fool’s. I forgot to take note of anything I read today. Mainly because I barely read anything. Let’s recap the day.

11:00 AM: I sleep in because I have no plans for the day. When I get out of bed, I begin to look for food and decided that for breakfast I need to make cheesy pasta dish. Maybe I’ll turn on the audiobook I have, Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken. Ha! Why would I do that? It’s not like it’s one of my most anticipated books of the year! I listen to podcasts, despite the fact that this book is due in four days and there are nine people waiting for it.

12:00 PM: My food wasn’t that good and I kind of feel sick. Naturally, I nap and sort of listen to Bowlaway. What’s it about, you ask? To that I say, um I don’t know, bowling? I like it, and the writing is super nice and pretty but the plot is kind of lost on me.

3:00 PM: After hours of doing nothing, I finally pick up a book, The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater. You know one, the book I have been working on for two weeks, even though I’ve already read it twice. That good news is, it’s very good and I think I’ll finish it. The bad news is, I don’t think that’ll happen now because my cat has appeared on my lap and is munching on the pages and getting hair all over it.

5:00 PM: I did it! I finished the book. I loved it. Just like I did when I read it April of 2017, and February of 2018. Now I should probably read something new, like one of the seven library books I brought home with me for spring break.

6:00 PM: I listen to Bowlaway while on the treadmill. I still don’t get what’s happening.

Bedtime PM: What the heck did I do all night? I don’t know. Eat, probably. Listen to podcasts, probably. Bother my cat, probably. Not listen to Bowlaway, probably.

Tuesday April 2

10:AM: Good morning fans and haters! Today I am going to be productive. I am going to read, I am going to exercise, I am going to cook, I am going read. I start the day scrambling eggs, and you guessed it, listening to podcasts. Bowlaway? I don’t know her.

I also go to my grandma’s to do some cleaning. While there, I listen to my audiobook for about five minutes, before deciding it would be better to listen to a podcast. Whose surprised? Not me.

1:00 PM: Once home, I start another book, We Set The Dark On Fire by. I’ve been anticipating this book for a while, so I’m actually excited to read it. I’m hooked immediately. The story is action packed, and the world is compelling. I pretty much figure out who the love interest is right when they first appear, and I’m super into this f/f romance.

2:00 PM: I turn on Bowlaway and fall asleep.

4:00 PM: I read more of We Set the Dark, and actually get through a big chunk of it. It’s not my favorite thing, but it’s quick and easy.

5:00 PM: Its dinner time, and I volunteer to cook. My family is big into healthy eating, so I make a Shepherd’s Pie with ground turkey and mashed cauliflower. I don’t know why I’m including this, maybe just to brag, because I can assure you that all I did while cooking was listen to podcasts.

Bedtime PM: Once again, I do not know what I did all night. I read a lot of my book, and listened to Bowlaway. I really need to hurry up with this audiobook because its due on Friday and I am only four hours in. Despite not knowing what’s happening, I actually dig it. I mean, there’s a character named Louetta Mood! Incredible.

Wednesday April 3

8:AM-9:PM: I wake up, feeling like death warmed over. Apparently, my body is weak and lets in whatever germs it wants. Unfortunately, I have dedicated myself to spending the day with my grandmother. We shop and get lunch, and after I almost lay down and take nap on the floor of Kohl’s, we go to the walk-in.

We head home late in the afternoon, and I’m armed with tissues, nasal spray and a venti green tea. Even though I just want to sleep, I try to read my book, and listen to Bowlaway. Only *spoiler alert* when you are feeling feverish, a book about bowling and the Great Molasses Flood isn’t actually ideal. I watch Bob’s Burgers instead.

Thursday April 4

10:00 AM: After a good night’s sleep, several doses of nasal spray and enough Dayquil to make me forget what happened on last night’s Survivor, I am feeling a little better. In fact, I finish We Set The Dark On Fire in the morning. And I’m super conflicted. It follows our main character, Dani, after she graduates a school that trains women to be wives and marries a power-hungry military man. She becomes a spy for a resistance group, and the story continues from there. I liked a lot of it, mainly the fast pace, the parallels to our modern border crisis, and especially the incredible hate-to-love lesbian romance. That being said, I didn’t find this super memorable, and thought the characters were one dimensional. Its a solid three star read.

1:00 PM: I am now confronted with the fact that Bowlaway is due tomorrow and I am just over halfway through it. I try to buckle down. I turn it on 2x speed and listen to it while I do chores, eat lunch and hang out with my cat. The thing is, it’s not keeping my interest. The two characters I like best, Louetta Mood and Joe Ware are being featured less and less. I’m having trouble following the plot lines and family connections. Still, I like it enough, and I’ve gotten this far.

3:00 PM: I give up on the audiobook. I know, I’m a loser, but I vow to get back to it, and all of my two fans must hold me accountable. I reach for Summer of Salt by Katrina Leno instead, and though I am only one chapter in, I adore it. It follows twins Georgina and Mary, who come from a line of magical women. They’re family runs an inn on the island of By-the-Sea, also home to Annabel, a rare bird.

6:00 PM: Summer of Salt might be my favorite read of the year.

7:00 PM: Summer of Salt has a cute lesbian romance and an adorable, socially awkward boy who loves birds.

9:00 PM: Summer of Salt discusses rape culture in a smart and beautiful way. Please read Summer of Salt, even though I am not even finished with it yet.

Friday April 5

10:00 AM-3:00 PM: Here’s the thing: I don’t really know what I do all morning and afternoon. I read, but I don’t keep track. I mourn the loss of Bowlaway, which has been returned. My Brother, My Brother, and Me plays all day long.

3:00 PM: My evening plans are thrilling. My cousins and I are ordering Cracker Barrel take-out (we can’t go in because one of us has beef with our local old country store). We’re going to eat and play games. I am genuinely excited.

We get the largest take-out bag I have ever seen, and feast on biscuits and hashbrown casserole and Coca-Cola cake. I don’t read, so this is all irrelevant. Just wanted to remind everyone that Cracker Barrel really hits the spot sometimes (sponsor me).

10:00 PM: This is around the time I get home, and I don’t read before bed. Just sleep. Bye.

Saturday April 6

9:00 AM: Today, I have a lot of plans that don’t include reading. I have to get some groceries to take back to school with me, meet up with some friends to get our nails done, and then we’re getting lunch. So, no reading.

4:00 PM: It’s almost time to read! First I decided to take some pictures for Instagram and for this blog. I get out my whole Raven Boys collection and my current read and throw them on the nice, fluffy rug in my parents house. The pictures are looking okay, but they’re nothing special. Guess who shows up to save the photoshoot? That’s right, its Tickles the cat!

She loves to read! These pictures are proof that my cat read more than me this week. Also, her favorite Raven Cycle character is Ronan. She wishes she was as tough as him.

5:30 PM: I’m reading now! Y’all, Summer of Salt is wonderful. I’m putting off finishing it because I am not ready to leave these characters and their island and their bird. Also, I am in love with Harrison. Deeply.

6:30 PM: Okay I stopped reading but for good reason. This book inspired to just pick up my laptop and start a play about a boy whose baked goods are magical. Yay!

7:30 PM: My laptop freezes. I’m not sure my work is saved. Its annoying, but I still have my ideas saved away in my head. Also, I need to pack to go back to school tomorrow.

9:00 PM: Packing is quicker than expected, but the bad news is, I am a trash person who decided to turn on American freakin Idol instead of reading. Sorry, I have a weakness for cute, singing boys (looking at you, Walker. Vote for him and Jeremiah!).

10:30 PM: Its bedtime. My book is not finished, but I sure am. Boy is it draining to get your nails done and eat enchiladas and cry at boys on American Idol.

Sunday April 7

I don’t read a single thing today because I was too busy at church. I love the Lord. Christ has died. Christ has risen. Christ will come again, and so will my interest in reading.

I also head back to school and do not read because it makes me carsick. Tragic.

The end

I am a flop. Sure, I finished two books, but I was already like ¾ of the way through one of them. Also, I let Bowlaway go without even putting up a fight. But let’s focus on the positives.

I recovered from my 55th cold of 2019

I ate enchiladas

I ate everything from Cracker Barrel

My cat is cute

Thanks for reading! Add me on Goodreads, follow me on Instagram and Twitter!

P.S I finished Summer of Salt on Monday and loved it. Also this is incredibly late because COLLEGE GETS BUSY SOMETIMES.

Breaking: Local Idiot Fails Her Own Challenge|Reading Blog #2 Well folks I’m back, and I have something to say: I am a flop, and this reading blog is proof of that.

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imagininghim · 7 years

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Beautiful Creature Part 2

Part 1

The three days had passed rather quickly. I was in the middle of getting ready when Jax knocked.

“Hey, you almost ready?” I glanced in the mirror one last time before turning back to him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I said as Jax smiled. We walked down the hall to the bar as a few of the members sat around the room.

“Do us one good, Elisabeth,” Tig said as I smiled and nodded my head.

“I will, Tiggy,” I said as Jax and I walked out of the club to his bike. Jax handed me my helmet as I smiled at him.

“Thank you,” I said as Jax smiled.

“Are you nervous?” Jax questioned as I shyly nodded my head.

“A bit, what does he want with someone like me?” I questioned as Jax shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.” Jax said with a smile as he climbed onto his bike as I did the same. On the ride to the prison, my nerves were jumping as were the butterflies in my stomach. Jax laid his hand onto mine. I took a deep breath as we pulled into the prison parking lot.

We climbed off the bike before heading into the prison. I walked up to the front desk as I began to sign in.

“I’ll let him know you’re here.” The officer at the front desk said as I thanked him with a smile.

“Thank you for doing this.” Jax began as I heard the officer call my name.

“Elisabeth.” I turned as I nodded my head in acknowledged the officer before turning back to Jax.

“I’ll be right here, when you’re done.” Jax said as I smiled before turning back and heading over to the officer before following him into a room like the one we were in the last time except this time, there was only two chairs instead of three. I walked in the room as I took a seat.

“He’ll be in here shortly.” The officer said as I nodded my head as I thanked him.

“Hello, my dear.” I looked up to see Ron standing above me.

“Hello.” I said as he reached down and took my hand in his as he pressed a gentle kiss to my hand again. I felt a blush rise upon my cheeks as I smiled at him. Ron took the seat across from me as I spoke up.

“So, why did you want to see me alone?” I questioned as Ron smiled.

“Have you ever heard of the poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe?” Ron questioned ignoring my question completely. I shook my head as he smiled.

“It goes:

‘It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.’” I sat in awe as he spoke the words.

“Wow, that was beautiful,” I said as he smiled.

“Isn’t it?” I smiled at him before speaking up.

“But I’m confused, what does that have to do with me and this meeting?” Ron smiled as he reached across the table.

“When I was living on the outside, I had this beautiful girl that you could call was my Annabel Lee.” I smiled as he continued. “I loved her but I never got the chance to tell her, she was murdered by our rival gang. I hunted for the bastard that took the only joy I had left in my life but I never found him. I was soon convicted for a few murders and drug runs.” I smiled sadly at his story. “I know you’re still probably wondering why I’m telling you all this and what it has to do with you and this meeting.” I giggled as I spoke.

“I am.” Ron smiled.

“Well, ever since I saw you, you’ve reminded me of her. Of my Annabel Lee.” I smiled at him. “I know, we haven’t known each other long but I was hoping that maybe you’d like to come visit me more often.” I smiled at Ron as I thought about it.

“I’d love too,” I said as a smile spread across his face.

“Really?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Really,” I said with a smile. The guard knocked on the door letting us know that visiting time was almost up.

“Tell Jax, that he’s got himself a deal.” Ron said with a smile as he stood up. I stood up as well with a smile as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “What’s this for?” He questioned as he hugged me back.

“I just figured you needed one, now when and what time is visiting?” I questioned as he smiled.

“Monday’s, Wednesday and Friday’s. Four to five.” He said as I smiled while nodding my head. I looked back at the small window to see if the guard was looking before turning back and leaning in and pressing my lips to his. Ron kissed me back as I smiled into the kiss. I pulled away with a smile.

“See you Monday,” I said as I turned and headed for the door. The guard turned and unlocked the door before opening it.

“See you Monday,” Ron said with a smile.

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lxvelyvixlet · 7 years

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Hayden Annabelle Kennedy, 22

THEN

Hayden grew up on the Upper East Side of New York City. Raised by two loving, lovely parents. Her mother, Annabelle, was the beautiful social butterfly who, happily, gave up her career as an interior designer to stay at home and raise Hayden full time. Her father, Grant Kennedy, was the greatest man you would ever have the pleasure of meeting. He was a successful stockbroker on Wall Street who never once brought a bad day home.

When they weren’t reenacting Hayden’s favourite scenes from Jurassic Park or helping her practice scales on their baby grand piano, they were helping her flourish. Though they lived a comfortable lifestyle, Hayden was never spoiled. She was always taught to appreciate what she had. There wasn’t a dark day in the Kennedy household, not a real one anyway. For the majority of her life, Hayden believed there wasn’t a single thing she could do to let her parents down. She wouldn’t ever dream of hurting them. Until she did.

Hayden still isn’t completely sure what lead her to do it. Maybe she was tired of being associated with the word perfect. Maybe she was sick of being told how ‘pretty’ she was- a word she still loathes. Maybe she was simply bored, naïve, and curious. Whatever the reason, Hayden allowed herself to fall in with the ‘wrong crowd’ towards the end of high school. It was a quick descent from experimenting with weed to skipping class to do lines of cocaine. It wasn’t long until her own parents hardly recognized her. Her grades dropped, her boyfriend of four years spent more time at her home comforting her parents then with her. Eventually she was doing coke to wake up and taking valium to come down enough to sleep. Through it all her parents never stopped loving her. Especially her father. Though he never enabled her, instead pleading with her to allow him to help, when she would come home after being on a weekend long bender, he would wrap his arms around her to give her the largest hug he could muster. There wasn’t a day he didn’t tell her he loved her. There wasn’t a day she wouldn’t promise him she was okay.

It was Friday, May 31st 2013. Hayden hadn’t been home since Wednesday morning and her father had finally had enough. He got in his car and drove all night, twisting, turning, and doubling back on any and all streets in the city he thought she could possibly be. It was 3:06 am when he was too tired to see the traffic light turn red. It was 3:27 am when Grant Kennedy was pronounced dead on scene.

The funeral was the following Monday but, Hayden- with no one having a way to reach her- didn’t arrive back to her family’s Upper East Side brownstone until Wednesday. That was when she heard the news, once it was too late to do anything- too late to say goodbye.

It was after that when she truly spiralled. She cut ties with almost everyone in her life. Her own mother unable to look her in the eye- still is. The only person who did their best to see her through was her ex-boyfriend. Even when she allowed herself to be used and abused by her favoured dealer, showing up to his home at 2 am with shaking hands and bruises her cardigan couldn’t cover anymore too strung out to really speak, he was there for her.

A few months later she allowed herself to be checked into a rehab facility. It wasn’t until she was sober that the grief of her father’s passing truly struck her. Hayden curled up on the uncomfortable cot in the facility, tears streaming down her face constantly. She wasn’t sure when they finally stopped, days, weeks, months later but they did eventually. And she knew she had to move forward.

NOW

Once the Upper East Side’s budding social butterfly, Hayden is now more closed off. Though she still attracts and surrounds herself with people she is cunning and elusive, able to count on three fingers the amount of people who truly know anything about her aside from her being an Aquarius and left handed. To the rest of the world she is the carefree photography major with a killer set of a legs.

She still loves Jurassic Park and plays the piano, though most people don’t know about the latter. Things that remind her explicitly of her parents she likes to keep to herself. Her own private way of preserving their happy memories. So, if you’re quiet and patient you might find her in one of the school’s music rooms playing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. She doesn’t trust easily, or at all. And she feels she’s learned how to live with a permanently broken heart. But she is fiercely loyal and will stand her ground for the people she cares about. Hayden is the kind of friend you want, even if you may never truly know anything about her.

To whom it may concern,

You may not notice her at first. She hides herself well. Her dark eyes retreat behind long lashes and curtains of even darker hair. But you will notice her. And if you are lucky she will notice you too. Do not underestimate her. She is fierce and she is clever. She is independent. You will not tame her. Do not even try. She is not afraid of anything. Except for herself. And spiders. Do not be frightened of her. She will not laugh at your jokes because it is polite. She will not try to impress you. But you should be impressed. She is sturdy. She has weathered many storms. Her foundation has been cracked by hurricanes and landslides. Because of this she keeps her doors and windows locked tight. Do not try to force your way in. If you are invited however, jump at the chance. She will not ask twice. Sometimes her smile will be delayed, sometimes it will not come at all. That is because she forgets how to. Keep trying until it reaches her eyes. Believe me, it’s worth it. She is an introvert. She requires solitude. Let her be. She is trying to love herself. She will find her way back to you. She will tell you she missed you. She will kiss your cheek. The first time you tell her you love her she is not going to believe you. She is going to fight it. Be patient. Continue to love her anyway. Tell her that she is beautiful. She will never tell you that she is sad. She is always sad. She misses her father every day. Her mother, too. When she cries in the middle of the night, hold her. Wrap your arms around her and kiss her head until she stops shaking. Do not make her talk. She will do the same for you. She will get jealous. She will get angry. Know she is sorry for it. She will swear. She will tell you she hates smokers. She will smoke. She will turn up at your door half-drunk and giggling and ask to cuddle. Please cuddle her. In return, she will sustain you. She will give you shelter from the storm. You can rely on her. Trust her. Have faith in her. She will fight your demons so you do not have to. She will remember how you take your coffee. She will run her fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. She will lay with you at night and tell you her secrets. She will tell you about the time her family went apple picking. She will tell you that she loves horses. And the ocean. She will show you her list of places she wants to go. She will show you her scarred knees. She will show you her scarred heart. This is how you know she loves you. And she will love you so hard. With every fibre of her being she will love you. Please keep her safe. If you cannot then you must let her go. She needs to be cherished. She needs to be protected. She cannot do it on her own. Remember that. Remind her that she is a force to be reckoned with. Remind her that she is not what she has done. Tell her that her father loved her. Tell her that he would be so proud. Tell her that her mother misses her, too. Tell her that she is perfect. When she denies it, tell her again. Kiss the scars on her knees. She is going to give you all of herself. She is going to become every single star in your night sky. Please do not let any clouds obscure your view. She is going to support you. She is going to kiss you until you are both out of breath and then she is going to kiss you again. She is going to believe in you. Please believe in her, too. With her, you are going to want for nothing.

#nyu:intro #(hayden)#abuse tw #death tw #massive long script tw #drug tw #lets be friends please #<3

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janabetweenbooks · 4 years

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Queen of Air and Darkness

*contains spoilers*

I. DID. IT.

I managed to read the book within the last 15 days, which I would have never deemed possible if I had still been in the headspace I had been in last year. It would have taken me years or at least months to finish it. Now I read 1020 pages within 15 days. Last night and today I read over 400 pages. I had started it but then I got sick in the middle so I didn’t read, but I wanted to hang onto my goal of finishing it by this Wednesday. And alas: it’s Monday now and I finished it.

This post might be a bit chaotic, as I just finished it and my head is still racing, I hope you can forgive me for that. I have a tea and my reading journal next to me where I already took some notes, so I hope it will be somewhat less chaotic than what it could be like.

First of all: I really had only one wish for this book and it was a rather selfish one. I wanted that Magnus and Alec survive and are happy. I didn’t care about anything else, I took notice of it and I was emotional about the rest, but I really and entirely just wanted these two to be finally happy, because it is what they deserve. They have been my OTP for the past seven years, my first and only OTP ever. I don’t think that will change anytime soon. I hope so.

In the end, Magnus and Alec got what they deserved and I actually cried at their wedding. Just a few chapters earlier I was worried that Magnus might not make it, I started actually praying for his safety, even though I knew he was a fictional character. After all I prayed to a fictional Angel for his safety, so I guess that was okay. It worked out in the end and that was the only thing that mattered to me.

So that was the main force driving me to read the book. Then came the rest. Emma and Jules. Mark and Kieran and Cristina, Diana and Gwyn, Ty and Kit, Dru, Diego and Jaime (whose name I still mispronounce), Clary and Jace, the fate of Zara and her awful father and the entire cohort. The future of the shadow world.

I’m going to be honest here. I, like most people probably, disliked Kieran at first. He is one of my favorite characters now. And I am more than glad that he, Mark and Cristina can be happy together, at least a bit now. I already foresaw their relationship as soon as it started to blossom and I am rather pleased with myself that I picked up on it that early.

I guess I’m going to work down my list now. I wanted Sebastian to die (again). Check. I wanted Annabel to die so Julian could get his revenge. Check. Magnus ended up being healthy again, which was my biggest wish, so check I guess. All Warlocks are healthy again. A big old checkmark right there.

My next wish was for the cohort to be eliminated. In the end it didn’t quite turn out how I wanted it to. I can’t say that I wouldn’t have let them kill themselves, even if that might have been cruel, as they are technically still teenagers. I don’t have Julian’s or Emma’s benevolence or mercy, I can’t say I’m a very merciful person. But the result is somewhat satisfying. They are trapped in Alicante, unable to leave, so at least they won’t do any bad things from there (I certainly hope so). It’s sad because the Nephilim can’t return to their home country anymore but for now I think it’s for the best. Most people stayed alive and are content.

The next point on my checklist was for peace between downworlders and Nephilim. I think we kind of got that. The alliance is still existant and everyone is working on peace with each other. They helped each other and worked together in the end, even though I still don’t trust the seelie queen but that is probably for the best. I mean, we read the epilogue and I am trying really hard to ignore the fact that it exists.

As mentioned before we got the Malec wedding which was more than satisfactory. Check. Clary and Jace are finally engaged so that will be another check in my book.

Then I wished for the parabatai curse between Emma and Julian to be broken, I definitely got that and am incredibly pleased and happy for the two of them, their pining wasn’t just killing them but also me, jesus christ.

Lastly, I wished for Ty to stop trying to bring Livvy back. That wish is a bit bittersweet now. Technically he stopped. But now her ghost is bound to him and I don’t know what to think of that. Magnus said he might have to pay a price for that someday and I’m not sure that I am willing to find out about that.

I guess now I have to also add something. Now I wish Kit and Ty would just talk to each other. Kit told Ty that he loves him and while I knew that from the beginning and never questioned the truth of his confession, I do wonder what it might mean. Ty and Kit are meant to be together, I just know it. The ending of the book made it seem like there is another bookseries possible and I would wish for nothing more. After all we need to find out how the lost Herondale’s fate plays out.

Anyway, I think that concludes my thoughts on this book. I’m somewhat pleased that I managed to bring them down somewhat organized and not completely jumbled.

Have a lovely day, stay safe and stay hydrated x

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glee-dsm-events2 · 5 years

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Clean your rooms and pick you stuff up because parents are coming to Lima Heights! September 16th-21st there will be no classes as parents will be visiting our campus. So mind your manners and remember, you’re representing the school to these esteemed guests. Additionally, there will be no classes while parents are visiting.  

There are things prepared for Parents to enjoy and partake in on campus such as:  

Monday - Tours of campus at 9am, 12pm, and 2pm. 

Tuesday - Lecture from Sue and Will to explain the graduation requirements, presentation expectations, etc for parents - 2-4pm 

Wednesday- Glee Performance for Parents - 5pm 

Thursday - Special Rival Football Game at 7pm complete with tailgating with punch, hot dogs, hamburgers, potato salad, corn on the cob, bread and desserts. 

Friday - Family Dinner in the Great Hall. Family style chicken, fish, potatoes, rice, salad, mixed veggies and rolls, 6-8pm

Parents are allowed on campus to visit their children, however, then much be staying off campus. Students with off campus privileges may go into town with their families, though must still follow curfew. Students who are eligible may go off campus with their parents without an additional escort.

Rules: 

Curfew rules and escort rules will stand for all students. 

Parents/siblings 18 years or older are allowed to visit - no minors are allowed.

Parents + their submissives are allowed 