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𝐈𝐕. ┊͙✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

"𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒."

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 & 𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

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𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, Stella's senses were immediately met with the intoxication smell of makeup remover. The smell was one of fond memories, still, the strong alcoholic basis made her nose scrunch up, just as it did back in First year when Thursday girls nights started.

The night full of makeovers and sweats had become a tradition for the girls, as each year past. The need for a break only growing as they aged. In Stella's mind, it had all seemed like so long ago when her, Marlene and Lily, rambled on about the stupidity of the boys crowding them. As the years past, Dorcas had joined the Thursday night meeting, only adding to the fun as she involved her trademark acrylic nails, a look she so kindly shared with Stella. So when Stella walked into her dorm it was no shock to see Mary there, the eyes of the young blond danced with excitement as she dug her teeth in a chocolate frog, happily giggling to Dorcas' story.

"...the entire dormitory covered in roses! I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with her!" Dorcas' face in fixed confusion, as her mind grasped the shocking effects of her moring.

"I don't know, I think it's romantic." Marlene hummed, rocking back and forth from her spot atop Lily's bed.

"Will you stop moving." Lily's voice Stearn, as she grasped Marlene's face, causing the girl's cheeks and lips to pucker up. Slowly Lily moved the eyeliner back to Marlene's waterline, as she bit the tip of her tongue in concentration.

Just like every Thursday night, Dorcas sat against Stella's four-poster bed, that lined up next to Lily's. The deep bronze skin of the Slytherin matched well with her long sharpened charcoal grey nails.

"Still, she knowns as well as anyone, that I don't do relationships. If she wants to fuck me, why doesn't she just nail me against a blood wall." Marry chocked on her chocolate at Dorcas' words, the Hufflepuff's face going beet red. "I'm, sorry Mare, but..." the Slytherins headed turned to Stella, "Stell am I wrong?"

"Dor's right Marry, I don't know a student in our year who doesn't know her deal. But putting that aside..." Stella stuck her hand outward, taking a seat in front of Dorcas and tossing her bag aside, "... I chipped a nail and rather not have the stiletto tips this time. I keep poking my self."