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[in a shamalayan third act twist, a group of particularly motivated ravenclaws had spiked the kegs of butterbeer towards night’s end. bearing the duo of pansy and blaise to witness, perhaps, a landscape worthy of renaissance note.]           i can’t—   /is it off/? are his pants completely off? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@boybrutal

i should look away but i can’t,       pansy you’re going to miss the best part     [!!!] 

boys like that, banes of my existence. and yet there goes violet, dancing with him. you saw them.       [perhaps the silks of black she’d adorned in had been intentional, in lieu of a mereblood nobody’s funereal.]       i shall faint.      (     …    )       though perhaps not before i choke the lights out of her first. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@boybrutal

*       both of them, soirée, linked arms and shit talking & someone so very annoying gets brought up  #jointslay

—so dramatic.            [she was one to talk, blatantly evacuating the decency of putting ashes to any nearby object of any real functionality and rather, allowing for the bloom of ashes after her trail. an inhale, with no likelihood of a health—conscious exhale in sight.]            just news from mama.. you know. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@boybrutal

good morning, blaise.              [and in no correlating fashion, an incoming migraine. the ceylon black tea, tickling her nose with its nostalgia—bearing spices, elicits no reaction to sway sharpened gaze away from pages off of an unidentified book. neither does his sleep inertia. the hogwarts train’s cabin seems to momentarily become claustrophobic.]             feeling talkative? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@boybrutal

—-   hi pansy.  

*          Rn or else 

*       @boybrutal
            no but like who else screamed

*         why hello winks 

*      @notmundane
            <33333 ilyforever 

@simwng,     if he wants to go down a path,  you shouldn’t follow him for the sake of being with him—    [a bitter scoff that dons his lips when he moves away from narrowing eyes and a faint flustered face that paints over pansy’s pale skin. he wouldn’t lie to pansy; frankly,  he couldn’t if he wanted to.  knowing each other for too long, you get the curse of knowing when the other is deceiving you by a change in the rhythm of how one speaks or acts.]    i’m only telling you this because i’ve heard things.. my parents and such.  just whispers,  nothing for you to fret over since you “don’t care.”

[had she been a cat, her ears would’ve perked at the mention of the one syllable.]           i don’t—           [she tries the name on her tongue out in the open, and the air gathers around her mouth in a white mist akin to smoke. her eyes cant to draco’s careless flute of champagne.]            i don’t worry about nott. let alone so much so.          [something of the realness of his inquiry strains the corners of her mouth with a sudden on—set of a dry spell.]            the boy couldn’t be paid to fend for himself of he wanted to, how is it that it is i who’s assumed the position of fretting on his behalf?      (…)       he can worry for himself. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@soltudes

[the phuket sun’s left her tanner than usual; pansy parkinson looks like a wave of nostalgia from somewhere near and deep, but never unfamiliar. not when that person’s theodore nott anyway. it’s still possible to pick him apart from the crowd, to absolutely no legible surprise. rugged with his then—boyish brute traded for something more silent. the past few years, taking care of battle wounds that never did heal to the way they had been at their adolescence splinters, had allowed her to go back to mother dearest’s. with violet, of course. her father wasn’t dead, yet, but she pretended he was. her hair had grown down to her waist and she hadn’t put it in smart braids as she did near—religiously in hogwarts.]            i was in town,             [a pause. she’d shown up at his disclosed, modest door with bags in hand. there was no need to hide anything now.]              to see you. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ /⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@chaseurs

(…)   after the war,  a while split apart time went by.. since goodbyes.