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*    chat I miss them </3 

@woewept  it’s true!!!!

*   OHHH MY GOSHHHHH

*      HE WAS SO NERVOUS LOWK

@blaesus    IMCRYING TEARS!!

[ blaise hands theo the gift, his expression softer than usual, the words carefully chosen.]  i know you don’t like gifts, and i get it. but we’ve been..  friends long enough that i think you deserve something.
            
            [he leans back slightly, giving theo space to open it, but there’s a quiet sincerity in his gaze.] i got you a set of enchanted quills. they’re not flashy, but they’re useful—perfect for someone who spends as much time thinking as you do. they’ll write down your thoughts as you think them, so you don’t have to keep reminding yourself of all the things that slip through the cracks. 
            
            [blaze’s tone shifts just a touch, a small smile tugging at his lips.]  you don’t have to say anything, theo. it’s not about that. just thought you might find it—- well, useful. a little something to make things easier.  [ he shrugged,  giving a dismissive nod going back to sipping his coffee.]  

 ──        ..dramatics.

@simwng 
             ⠀   [the hand on his wrist does its job, stopping theo in place. there’s a slow turn as he looks back to face her.  gray orbs study pansy’s face, contemplating what to say — how to say it.  he never wants the other to feel as if he didn’t care,  there’s a tug at ever played heartstrings.  lips purse,  setting his own hand on top of hers]  pansy,  please—     [careless, reckless boy who is assumed to care for nothing but a box of cigarettes and a inherited sum of riches from the luck of being a pureblood.  intimacy wasn’t always this easy;  he didn’t know how to be gentle when all he knew was how to play rough,  dirty—  how irritable he was with the smallest things.  with pansy,  it was the sudden sting of a scorpion in his heart,  it was unwanted desire but he didn’t fight.  now, he wished he did,  knowing how undeserving and unworthy he was of her.]

you’re running away without even saying goodbye. 

oh, not what i did. you remember those two gryffindor boys that owe me?  yeah, they took care of him.  [a smile graced his face in amusement almost like he was reminiscing about what happened earlier with danny and those gryffindors.]  i was just there for the dramatics—making a point and all that,  you know i never get my hands dirty.  [ pursed lips.]   besides..    cant have you getting beat up by some useless, not-even-decent-looking oaf—it reflects on me, obviously.   that would be quite embarrassing.  [it was, of course, not the reason blaise had stepped in. was he going to admit the real reason? absolutely not. was it obvious? maybe.]   and /off./ these are new.  [ he’d scoff, pushing the others feet off of him,  although blaise might have his moments his loyalty shined through it all.]  if it makes you feel any better,  his eyes are twice as bruised :)  

@blaesus 
             ⠀     what did you do?     [sitting down on the couch beside him,  legs tossed over blaise’s lap that would more than likely get pushed off.  a hand drops from his face,  bruised face left tingling from the freezing ice.]

*      he’s a good man Savannah!!!!! 

probably not.  [ he shrugged, eye mask and all,  blaise dragged out a yawn. ]  too late, i can’t go back to bed now.   what is it?     

@blaesus 
             ⠀   aw, would you save me if i was?   [raising a brow up at the other,  in his usual spot by the window]    go back to bed then.

i haven’t complained yet because i thought the stench was coming from you..   i didn’t want to be rude.    ish.     

@blaesus 
             ⠀   draco is our captain— we’ll be fine.   i think the incessant amount of listening to him yap and complain might pay off now.   admittedly,  as i’m not the one to complain and you haven’t yet,  it smells god awful in here. 

my brute force won’t make the door budge—what in the world makes you think yours will??    [ he exclaimed, helmet in hand as he slid down the spelled-shut door quite dramatically.]    who would do this?  when did ravenclaw  tactics include spelling the door closed?  coach is going to make us run laps,  or worse—IN THESE PUTRID UNIFORMS!