"Marie?" Chris' voice sounded from the entrance of the Homestead.
"Yeah?" Marie lifted up her head and sat up.
"Come on, it's bonfire night."
"What's it for?"
"Well, you're here, aren't ya?" Chris looked genuinely confused.
"You're... celebrating my existence? But, isn't that what a birthday is for?" Marie did not understand.
"Do you remember your birthday, Greenie?" Chris asked sassily. "If you do, teach us your legendary ways, because we don't."
Marie rolled her eyes and clambered off her hammock, following Chris outside to utter pandemonium.
Boys were drunk left and right, and half the crowd was cheering on a fight near the bonfire.
Marie just sighed and went over to sit on a log far from the fight.
"Hey, is that the shuck Greenie?" A faint voice asked from behind her, but she paid no heed to her surroundings; she was already dozing off.
"Oi, Greenie!" The same voice called, and Marie groaned in irritation.
"Brilliant, another idiot," Marie mumbled - Chris has been coming into the Homestead far too many times to annoy her.
"I'm Minho," he said, and sat down next to her.
"Marie." She mumbled and kept her eyes trained on the ground.
"Wait, Marie?" Minho said, apparently disgusted. "That's the name of this cutie?"
Marie raised an eyebrow at him with a judgemental look.
"What?!" Minho yelped.
"Really? You couldn't find a better job to do?" Marie said in a bored voice.
"You're bold for a Greenie." Minho stated.
"Glad to get your opinion," Marie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Okay, that's enough sass for one day," Minho said in a fatherly tone.
"And that's enough social interaction for me to last a lifetime. Goodbye, Mean Hoe, and you better never see me again," Marie said, getting up and walking back to the Homestead.
"Hey! What's your name again?!" She heard Minho yell after her, but the voices in her head were already drowning out her world.
Wow, she thought. Someone sucks at socialising.
She found her hammock, and flopped down onto it, only for it to flip over and throw her to the ground.
"Ow."
Marie got up from the floor, and smacked the hammock.
"You better behave, young... thing."
Marie carefully climbed back into the hammock, and fell asleep in less than a second, tired from all the overthinking she had done in her free time.
|Esmeray Lestrange|
Running was not Esmeray's thing.
She had never run in her lifetime (except maybe at the battle), and she sucked at it.
Guards were sprinting after her with weird looking objects in their hands, yelling crap.
She turned the corridor, and found a stocky black haired man in his late 20s patrolling. Esmeray glanced at his badge.
Jameson.
He spotted Esmeray (not that it was hard, really, you'd notice a 17 year old with black hair sprinting at you too) and aimed his Weird Thing at her.
She didn't stop and put her hands up defensively, saying between breaths, "Alicia - sent - me-" but the man had already dragged her over to an empty room and sat her down.
"You 'kay now, kid?" He asked in a gruff voice.
Esmeray only nodded, her voice temporarily disappearing.
"Good," he said, managing a small smile. "They won' find us here. Might s'well take a breather."
Esmeray sighed. It was going to be a long, long time.
HI SORRY IT'S A BIT RUSHED I SWEAR I WON'T FORGET ANYMORE I LOVE Y'ALL AND STAY SAFE BYE
~ ur stoobid author ❤️
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Beyond The Stars - TMR x HP (Newt x Fem! OC)
FanficShe rolled her eyes, and stalked away to the Homestead, quietly chuckling. There was something about her that Newt couldn't avoid. Something he couldn't help but love about her. Was it her sassiness, or the way her cheeks would turn a violent shade...
