𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲-𝐨𝐧-𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 [ george weasley ]

➵ eight | je pense à toi

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𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘-𝐎𝐍-𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄
chapter eight ─ je pense à toi
(every day, now)

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"I SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON THAT cat costume," Heidi said, "just for the halloween party to get cancelled. Fuck Sirius Black, fuck my life, and also fuck Roger Davies while I'm at it."

"Don't fuck Roger Davies, that's a bad decision," Alicia said, sipping her tea and refusing to look up from her copy of Witch Weekly. "We're supposed to be over him, fucking him would be so embarrassing."

"What did he do this time?" Lydia questioned from under her bed, interrupting her hunt for her missing pink skirt.

"Nothing, I'm just feeling extra bitter and hateful today."

"You spent so much money on a cat costume?" Angelina asked sceptically. "Why would you go broke for something so basic?"

Heidi slammed her book shut, too angry to study the scribbles decorating her copy of Pride and Prejudice to a satisfactory degree. "Why would you say that to me? You know I'm feeling bitter and hateful!" She threw herself backwards onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows and reaching for her cat.

"Be nice to her, Ange," she heard Lydia say, having resurfaced. "Her cat costume left her with no money for a therapist."

"I preferred you under your bed," Heidi mumbled, the pillow muffling her words. Gaposchkin seemed oddly intent on eating her fingers, but she didn't have the energy to do anything about it.

"What do you think about this?" Lydia asked, holding up her pink skirt and a white woollen jumper for the others to see. "For the quidditch match tomorrow."

"You're wearing the tiny pink skirt? To the quidditch match?" Angelina questioned. "Lydia, babe, it's November. Stop being an idiot."

"You look like a strawberry," Heidi mumbled from her pile of pillows, still lying face down.

"I'm seeing Jules."

Alicia spilt her tea all over her magazine. "Are you two official now? Is he your boyfriend?"

Heidi shot up, eyes wide. "He loves you?" A beat passed, and her eyes narrowed. "Are you ditching me? Who am I supposed to make fun of the Slytherins with now?"

"Can you not see Jules in jeans? You can borrow my flares if you like. I will literally let you borrow my flares," Angelina offered.

"You can borrow my tights, if you want," Alicia said. "You know the ones with fleece on the inside? They'll defend you from the cold. You need defence."