𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀

I've seen a lot of interesting positions before, but I have to say, that one doesn't look very comfortable.

"it's time for you to repay that debt you owe me" 
          
          With the connections he had, Adolph was the kind of person used to pulling strings for others. Of course, that in turn meant that they eventually would owe him something in exchange for whatever favour he managed to pull out for them. Eleanor Greengrass was no exception. He had warned her of the price when she had come looking for him for help, and she had agreed. Now, it was time for her to repay that debt. Settling into a comfortable stride beside her, the dark haired wizard grinned down at the witch. "Greengrass, I do believe it's time for you to repay that debt you owe me," he mused.

Please be my fake date for my parent's Christmas party.
          
          He was used to getting weird requests from people, for who else would normally go through with them, though he had to admit, this one was probably winning at the moment. It was with a rather blank look on his face that he found himself staring back at the witch, almost wondering if he had actually heard her correctly. Of all the things he had expected to be asked, that was not on the list. "I'm sorry, you want me to be your what now?" he asked in an attempt to clarify the question.

"Hello Pretty little thing" he greeted with a smug smirk on his face, "what a /lovely l/ surprise for you to finally turn up. I've been waiting long enough." he spoke in a slow drawl, lounging on the chair calmly, waving his wand about a little to emphasis his points

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          ❛ I saw that, you was checking me out 
          ❛ wait when did I take my clothes off? 
          ❛ why do people keep putting blankets on me?  
          ❛ yeah well I shut everyone out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier. 
          ❛ were you ever going to tell me? 
          ❛ no one will ever hurt you again
          ❛ you hurt? 
                    No. I normally spurt blood from my   
                    rib cage 
          ❛ are you safe?
          ❛ we're more than friends and you know it 
          ❛ it's me! It's me! Calm down, please. 
          ❛ I didn't know where else to go.. 
          ❛ don't act like you know me! You know nothing about my life! 
          ❛ Just take a deep breath 
                      Take a deep breath? I feel like
                      someone's ripping me from inside
          ❛ I'm not worth this 
          ❛ you stay awake! Do you hear me?! Don't you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on! 
          ❛ give me a chance 
          ❛ why do you hate me? 
          ❛ don't you fucking die on me! 
          ❛ we should get you to a hospital
          ❛ sleep at my place tonight 
          ❛ please talk to me about it 
          ❛ I'm your friend, of course I care! 
          ❛ let me clean your wounds 
          ❛ are.. Are you crying? 
          ❛ wait, don't pull away... Not yet. 
          ❛ please don't leave me
          ❛ promise me you'll stay 
          
          

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
          
          Hungover Eleanor had to be a rather hilarious sight, though Maya wasn't cruel enough to leave her to completely fend for herself. With a glass of water in one hand, and one of her famous potions in the other, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, setting the glasses down on the nightstand. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? Though maybe this will be a lesson is drinking more than what's necessary," the brunette reprimanded gently, keeping her voice quiet.

❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing .
          
          Stumbling into the Slytherin common room, squinting against the light with his socks dangling loosely from his grasp, Richard sunk down into the first chair he found, a groan leaving his lips as he did so. He hadn't intended to get so drunk last night, but he had and now he was nursing one hell of a hang over. Moving with exaggerated slowness, the dark haired wizard leaned forward attempting to slide his sock on, only to slouch backwards with a defeated groan. Resting his free hand against his temple, he spotted Eleanor seated not far from him. Raising his hand, sock hanging from his grasp, he motioned for her to come over. "Would you be a sweetheart and help me put my socks on?" he questioned, half a pout forming on his lips.

❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair .
          
          There was many problems with sharing living quarters. People and their fascination with his hair happened to be the main one. It was almost as if they couldn't help themselves, a rather large annoyance for the wizard. As Greengrass reached over, tousling his already messy hair, his hand came up, swatting her away. "Do you people mind? Bloody hell, I'm pretty sure not even my future wife is going to be allowed to get away with that, let alone you lot."

now it wasn't often that narcissa black got drunk. but today, today had just been one of those days where narcissa thought it was a good idea to get wasted. and now here she was, arm wrapped around eleanor's shoulders and whispering. "you're so pretty, have i ever told you that?" if the smell of her breath didn't give her away, the slurred words definitely should.

❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare .
          
          Nightmares rarely plagued the dark haired wizard, but there were times when they seeped through, when his guard wasn't raised. His eyes flew open to the sight of a darkened common room, and the sound of a crackling fire. There was the sound of rustling, then arms encircling him, and his wand was in his hand, pointing at the person who had been foolish enough to attack him, the look of pure rage written in his dark eyes, still not entirely sure where he was. It was only after a moment that he recognised the girl, and realised he wasn't exactly under attack after all. "Eleanor, could you let me go?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady for a man who had seemed nearly possessed only a moment again.