Cold Hearts & Warm Bodies {on hold}

smoke and mirrors

September 7th, 1976

-Estelle-

The seven purebloods may have been raised being told to hate all things muggle, but this, in their minds, by no means referred to the drugs. So like she does every year, Estelle had met up with her favorite herb supplying half-blood, Remus Lupin, and acquired a few grams. This lead to the group of Slytherins sprawled out around the boys' dormitory. Indulging in the lovely buzz the weed provided.

"Hear me out... what if the only reason we can't walk through mirrors is that our reflection blocks us," Gabriel mumbled out, laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

Nataniel, whose head was currently in Estelle's lap spoke up, "What if they're protecting us though?"

A bleary-eyed Claudia eagerly jumped into the discussion, "Yeah! What if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from crossing over."

"I must be on the wrong side of the mirror..." Regulus mindlessly mumbled out to no one in particular as he stared at the joint he held.

While running her fingers through the Avery boy's hair, Estelle replied, "Maybe you're the reflection..."

"I swear to fucking Merlin if you all don't shut the fuck up..." Arabella groaned out causing Evan to break into hysterical laughter.

"Never pegged you for someone that would want to fuck Merlin but to each, their own I guess," Rosier replied in between wheezes.

The Mucliber girl practically growled at the blonde boy as she whacked him in the back of the head with one of her brother's pillows that she had grabbed from his bed.

Soon the whole group was laughing at their friend's irritable mood.

Estelle's laugh didn't feel real. All she could think about was Black's very depressing reply that no one else seemed to catch.

I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then. What part of his life is so horrifying and painful that he would think he'd need to protect someone from it?

Estelle hadn't even realized her gaze had fallen on the dark-haired boy until his eyes locked with hers. He didn't glare though. He just let his eyes seep into hers as he took another drag from the joint he had positioned between his fingers. Staring at her as if he was trying to use her eyes as a passageway to her mind, desperate to figure out what she was thinking as he blew out a puff of smoke slowly.

After a few moments, the witch finally looked away, the eye contact becoming too much for her.

"Ara, I love you, but you need to get laid. You're too uptight." Nate spoke up.

"Woah, watch it mate, that's my sister," Gabriel replied as he shot his friend a look that screamed 'shut the fuck up'.

The Avery boy held up his hands in surrender, "I clearly wasn't offering, I was just stating a fact."

"I agree with Nate, princess over there needs some dick," Evan teased while wiggling his eyebrows at Arabella who only shot him a disgusted look.

"She doesn't need a dick to get laid," Claudia piped up. "In fact, it would probably be in her best interest to look elsewhere if the goal is for her to loosen up."

"And why is that?" Evan questioned.

Claudia shot the blonde boy a look of mock innocence, "Oh dear sweet ignorant Evan. If a girl is having sex to unwind she wants to actually finish... which is something a guy's assistance most likely won't grant her."