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@clawmarkns  ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺ 
            
               i  am,  thank  you  much. harry  ?  he’s  off  in  class,  we  don’t  all  share  the  same  classes  everyday. (    avoiding  emmaline’s  gaze,  he  tried  to  fix  his  eyes  upon  the  words  of  his  textbook. however,  ron  could  still  feel  the  weight  of  the  others  eyes  on  his  shoulders. )  n—no. ‘course  not. don’t  you  have  your  girlfriend  to  find  or  something  ?

you don’t look like you’re studying.    where’s your bushy haired friend?    *    emmaline glanced around briefly,    despite not seeing one of the weasley’s companions.    without the other two of the trio,    it felt odd seeing him.    one brow raises,    and emmaline had to resist the urge to grin upon seeing the gryffindor become slightly uncomfortable.    *    is my <staring> bothering you?
            ෴   @giingermints  ┊͙ ⠀

@clawmarkns  ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺ 
            
             (  a  feeling  of  unease  began  to  rise  as  he  was  being  stared  down. it  didn’t  help  this  slytherin  was  taller  than  the  wizards. his  eyes  searching  elsewhere  to  look. ). . . you’re  staring. that’s  a  bit  strange,  mate. like  a  cat  watching  a  mouse. —  i’m  studying  !  if  you…can’t  tell. 

yeah,    it [is] nice for a walk when filch and that <cat> aren’t out.    *    the words are spoken with barely hidden disdain for the two.    especially the cat,    it seems.    reaching into his coat pocket,    emmaline retrieves a lolly.    he tugs off the wrapper and plops it into his mouth.    it isn’t as nice as a cigarette,    but the dirty blonde was trying.    another is retrieved from his pocket,   and offered in an outstretched hand.    *    i was headed out to the black lake.    *    it’s an invitation without outright being one.    *
            ෴   @cruciod  ┊͙ ⠀

trouble sleeping.    i’ve always been a night owl of the sorts,  though.   i find it nice to talk a walk when everything’s gone quiet.

not a lick.    one of the blokes in my dorm seems to have a snoring problem.    what’s your issue?
            ෴   @cruciod  ┊͙ 

bored?    i’d never,    professor.    *    the words are spoken with an additional eye roll—    the cherry on top,    of course,    is emmaline’s overly sarcastic tone.    it wasn’t necessary—   not truly,   and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d receive some snarky response.   the slytherin actually tended to enjoy snape’s class—    but not today.    no,    today,   none of it quite made sense—    and maybe that was from his own lack of focus,   on being too irritated with the upcoming full moon—     or perhaps he just didn’t get it.    *
            ෴   @halfbloodeds  ┊͙ ⠀

@clawmarkns  ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺
            
            (  beatrice  wasn't  amused  at  the  other's  reaction. she  was  over  it. her  eyes  curtly  rolled  as  her  arms  folded  over  her  chest. a  look  of  disgust  soon  plastered  over  her  annoyed  demeanor. )  woah,  i  am  batman,  not  mae. you  shouldn't  throw  that  /other/  name  around. . . the  dark  hair  doesn't  suit  you,  but  it  is  halloween. . . so. (  the  witch  had  to  cup  her  mouth  to  stifle  a  snicker  that  tried  to  escape. she  wasn't  sure  what  to  make  of  his  costume,  but  it  was  not  at  all  what  she  was  expecting. )  you  look. . . like  something. the  mask  completes  the  look. i  never  knew  you  were  so  into  the  comics.

*    glancing back at her,   he didn’t withhold his snort of amusement at the sight.    quickly pursing his lips together to stop any further laughter,    the comb is set aside.    perhaps he didn’t need any eyeliner.    *    it looks like dick grayson’s.    none of the robins are blond,    mae.    WELL,    okay,   [ONE] is,    but i’m not going as stephanie.    *    it was obvious he was overly into his costume,    from the hair down to the green pixie boots he already had on.    now all that was left was to actually put his costume on.    *    i don’t know any spells for eyeliner.    i’ve never even used it before.    *    upon having her full attention on his hair,    he gives her a slow spin to show off all of it.    *    ..taboo?    i look great.     *     huffing,    emmaline reaches to the counter for his black domino eye mask.    carefully,    he raises it to his face and presses it in—   the temporary glue already on it—    until it sticks.    *
            ෴   @beartricks  ┊͙

@clawmarkns  ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺
            
            . . . what  did  you  do  to  your  hair  (  beatrice  had  to  pry  the  cowl  off  of  her  head,  as  it  almost  stuck  to  her  skin. )  i  think  so,  it's  kind  of  hard  to  move. (  the  eyeliner  that  beatrice  had  placed  around  her  eyes  was  now  smudged. without  the  cowl,  the  two  large  black  circles  surrounding  her  eyes  looked. . . odd. )    um,  no  i  don't  have  any. i  didn't  put  any  in  my  pockets. can't  you  use  a  spell  other  something  ?  (  the  witch  paced  back  a  few  steps  to  get  a  full  view  of  the  other.)  the  dark  hair  feels  taboo  to  at. put  the  mask  on  and  let  me  get  a  better  view.

[ rip lily and james <//3 ] 

@clawmarkns  / / * * WOOOW

*    /    STOMPS U 
            ෴   @beartricks  ┊͙ ⠀

*    emmaline sucks on his teeth,    staring intently at the other before him.    he exhales,   raising a hand to brush back his dirty blonde curls.    great.    he wasn’t certain—    not at all.    *    .. the handsome one?    *    he offers,    and if it had been further into the month then he would’ve had better luck.     the slytherin’s senses—     especially sense of smell—    was much better the closer the full moon was.     in general it was more advanced than average,    but he hasn’t spent much time with the weasley twins,   let alone with them being <apart>.    he wasn’t familiar with their scent.    not that he’d ever admit any of that,     odd as it is.    nose scrunching as he takes a deep breath—    yeah,    he’s ultimately got nothing.    he’s gonna have to do this.    *
            ෴   @whothefuckisfred  ┊͙ 

﹠ꥌ꯭ ⸙꯭꠩  [disaster is a word that the weasley twins have always been familiar with.  they have snaked their bodies around the very thing,  let it wrap around and consume them until they did not know where they ended and where disaster began.  the only thing that has stopped them from falling further in is the glimmers of light that george sees:  the bits of rationality that keeps them stable.  the wizard in question visibly hesitates upon the other's warnings,  but shrugs nonetheless.]  right,  then.  if you can guess which weasley i am,  i'll back off.   we'll go do something else.

i typically tend to like fun.    this?    this feels very un-fun to me,   weasley.    this feels disastrous.
            ෴   @whothefuckisfred  ┊͙

*    with the admission of it being untested,    emmaline’s brows shot up on his head in surprise.    <what>?    his dark eyes blinked multiple times,    as if the words were still registering—    or perhaps that was because of his eyes watering from feeling like he was literally on fire.    he wasn’t sure.    *    what?    *      he cannot help but blurt.    it was the slytherin’s own fault,    in reality.     he should’ve known better than to eat a harsh,    bright red candy—     too good to be true,    obviously so.     even without a mirror,    he knew his own face was turning a shade of red—    resembling a tomato,    no doubt.    *     yes!     ..  yes,    i would very much like that.    *     sounding just a tad too eager to go,    emmaline toned down his voice.     he just didn’t want to be seen by others like this.    and perhaps they could [somehow] figure out what this candy was.    *
            ෴   @whothefuckisfred  ┊͙ 

﹠ꥌ꯭ ⸙꯭꠩   [instead of concern,  unfiltered curiosity comes crashing in waves.  focus is an unfamiliar look on george's face.  it turns his grin into a simple parting of lips,  accompanied by the slightest tilt of his head and a squint.]  dunno,  actually.  what you ate was untested.  [at the very least,  he has the audacity to sound sheepish at the admission.  it's a terrible confession,  so he amends it by adding an offer of respite:]   sorry.  do you want to hide out in our room until we know it's safe to leave?  [he does not mention wanting to observe the effects of what the other had taken,  but the way his gaze does not leave the other is evidence enough of such.]

scheiße.    my face feels hot—    what’s happening to me??
            ෴   @whothefuckisfred  ┊͙ ⠀

i’m really feeling the encouragement.    go on,    continue telling me it’s <something>.    *    emmaline huffs—    but not even he can keep a straight face,   lips curling up and a small laugh spilling out from them.     the slytherin wished he was capable of seeming annoyed—    but he wasn’t,    because he felt like an idiot in itself.    *    
            ෴   @whothefuckisfred  ┊͙