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kirankhan.

“Yeah, true. It’s probably your accent, init.” With the first poke, which felt more like a jab, Kiran puffed his chest and tensed his muscles, but every single one after that he flinched with every jab to his chest, and rubbed it soothingly after she was done. “Your nails are bare sharp today, babe. Friendly reminder that I’m not one of those wastemen, yeah?” He smiled, not wanting to dwell on the gloomy subject much more. “Extra?” He repeated curiously, a corner of his lip curling up at her suggestion. Kiran Khan was going to get it wild tonight. “Like I said, anything you want, boo.”

         &&.  Amma pouted at Kiran in sympathy, her irritation rapidly lessening, “aww, did I hurt your chest, babe?” She pecked his cheek, her lips curled into a smirk. “I’ll make up for it later.” The memorial had begun, and the Slytherin kept her promise to display sadness. However, watching her fellow students mourn and grieve the death of loved ones had more of an affect on the blonde than she’d anticipated. They’d died for no good reason, and they’d left their family and friends alone behind them. Suddenly she found herself huddling closer to Kiran, wrapping both her arms around a single one of his. “Have I told you, how like, happy I am you stopped being a dumb British boy and finally asked me out?” She asked him, voice quiet. It was unlike Amma to communicate affection through words, and she didn’t want anyone else hearing. “I don’t want to be one of those couples that fucks up as soon as they finish school, okay?”

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nadiagrimaldi.

“Not even remotely—-why, worried I’d go after yours?” Nadia’s words lacked their usual bite, as they always did with her friends. She waved away her friend’s concerns, “No moreso than us leaving a memorial to go get drunk—I’ll tack it onto the ‘your fave is problematic: Amma Axler’ list I’ve got going. It’s quite extensive.” Linking her hand with Amma’s, Nadia began moving through the crowd, “Let’s just hope she’s not holed up somewhere out of sight. I want to get out of here.”

          &&.   “Oh, are fathers... supposed to be off limits? Oops.” Amma feigned shock in her tone —— though she betrayed her own act with a wink. “Yeah, well, you have your own list, Nadia Grimaldi. You’re dating a fuckboy, too. A reformed one, sure, but he still refers to you as, like, what was it... ‘ma’?” The blonde followed closely behind her friend, and gave a shrug of her shoulders. “She’s probably somewhere making out with her girlfriend. Or complaining her ear off.”

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yasqveen.

Heels together, body erect, head raised, shoulders drawn back, and a smirk fighting the thin facade of a straight face. Pippa made a dramatic flourish, mimicking a fencing salute. “En garde. Pret. Allez!” She made a show of taking a quick leap forward and following the balestra with a lunge, stabbing the air next to her companion. It was a flurry of swift motion. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” She steps forward and angles her feet, tucking one behind the other into first position. Pippa raised the foil up to her face, before swooshing it down to the side. “That’s a SALUTE,” she demonstrated before stepping into the ‘ready’ position, “and that’s EN GARDE.” Pippa glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous gleam. “ –- Now, do you know how to THRUST?”

          &&.   “Onguard? Prat? Alles?” To her credit, Amma had been  T R Y I N G  her best. She pranced about, poked the sharp stick Pippa had given her into the air, repeated the words she shouted. ( Albeit, she butchered them in a thick American accent. ) At her question, however, the blonde conceded defeat. She threw her pointy stick down dramatically. “THRUST, I know. THRUST, I can do,” the blonde whined, removing her gloves. “But no more of this pointy stick shit. I only asked to learn because you look, like, MAJORLY cute doing it —— but you know what else we can look pretty doing? Drinking mimosas. Shopping. DRINKING MIMOSAS  A N D  SHOPPING, Pippa.”

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kirankhan.

“Babe, I–” Not even the knuckles pressed against his lips managed to suppress the laughter that inevitably escaped him. “Alright, babe, you know I find you ridiculously fit when you’re mean, but can we agree not to tell people to do that? Last time a girl actually did put her head in the lake, and apparently a Grindylow nearly drowned her, so that’s pretty deep, you get me.” He pulled her in closer, wanting a quick kiss since, as he’d said, Amma Axler was ridiculously fit when she was mean. “Memorial time!” He echoed her excitement, but immediately snapped out of it. “Wait, nah, memorials aren’t like pardys, babe. It’s not something to be gassed about, you know? Bare people are gonna be sad, loads of our mates will be, too. So, listen, how about… I’ll do anything you want me to do, tonight, if you just… act a little sad at this ting for me, yeah?”

          &&.   “I mean, it’s not, like, MY fault she took it literally, Kir?” Even if Amma did, in fact, want them to shove their heads in the lake. She couldn’t help that she got what she wanted so often, either. At his reasoning and request, however, her arched brows and pointed glare softened, voice lowered. “Oh, sweetie, I’m not not-sad. I’m just more, like, majorly angry, is all. You’d think after the second time ‘round people would stop — trying — to — kill — us,” Amma poked his chest at every pause in her words; an outwardly affectionate gesture, despite  s e e t h i n g  inwardly. Admittedly, though, he was right: she also didn’t exactly care for the memorial. So she blew a sigh, “fine. I’ll even shed a tear. But it’s going to cost you extra,” the girl warned, and delivered a brief kiss. 

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dolxhov.

     Harsh words lifted on the breeze and carried themselves directly to him. They were not foreign in and of themselves, he’d been privy to much more acidic conversations in his lifetime though this one was particularly one sided. It irked him, to hear someone address another, though they were clearly far inferior, in such a manner at such an event. Even though they were the upper echelons of society they were meant to set an example, to lead, not to display their venom for prying eyes. The manner in which the Axler girl referred to the memorial sent him closer to the edge and he threw some extra bite into his own words as he spoke softly to her. “This is a memorial Amma, not a mixer, it would serve you well to show even an ounce of decorum.”

            &&.   “Sorry, ERIC,” the blonde whispered in an octave audible between only the two of them, “I didn’t realise you were so emotionally invested in the death of muggleborn supporters.” She shot him a faux look of surprise, her lips parting for a moment. “Amazing. Considering, y’know, how all your uncles and aunts and grandmothers and the whole incestuous brigade of pureblooded mess that preludes and stems from the Dolohov name have waged, what, like, TWO WARS on us now?” Her lips settled into a curve, poised smile. “Listen, Eric, sweaty, I’ll busy myself with decorum to appease your sensibilities when the wind is able to blow strands of your shiny, man-grease slicked hair apart. Which, I’ll clue you in, will be god damn NEVER. Honestly, I could chisel that THING on your scalp into a sculpture. But thanks for the super advice!!”

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nadiagrimaldi.

“Jagerbombs—God, Amma, you might as well be drinking gasoline.” Nadia sighed, “But I think even I’d take that over this sideshow.” She hummed in agreement, giving a thoughtful shrug, “I will say that as incompetent as the wizarding government has always been, at least when Shacklebolt was in charge it had an attractive figurehead. Truly a loss for our country.” She turned away from the crowd and towards Amma, “Let’s find Leonie, then, and mourn properly—jello shots and all. Before I get a migraine, preferably.”

          &&.   “I’d rather be GUZZLING gasoline than standing around pretending this travesty isn’t, like, a major sham.” Amma snorted, “dad kink, Nadia?” After a moment, the level of inconsideration in her words dawned upon the blonde, and she bit her lip. “Fuck. That was SUPER problematique of me, wasn’t it? Yikes.” She tapped her nose, “deal. At least then I can blame it on the alcohol.” Amma held out her hand for Nadia to take. “Now, to find Leo.”

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         &&.   “Hands OFF, you little grumpkin,” Amma hissed under her breath at the second year Slytherin, prying herself out of the attempted embrace. “You’re my errand girl, NOT my gal pal. Go shove your head in the lake and WAKE UP.” She waved the student away, drew a breath, threw her hair over her shoulder, and wielded her best apologetic smile. “God, some people just, like, just don’t know their b o u n d a r i e s. ANYWAYS. Memorial time!!”

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nadiagrimaldi.

This was uncomfortable, to say the least. Nadia held no ill will against any of the deceased herself, but it was plain enough to see that some of her classmates were downright giddy at the passing of Harry Potter in particular, and forcing his children to attend a makeshift memorial with those same people seemed utterly distasteful. “Maybe’s it the Italian in me, but a memorial service with no wine seems almost blasphemous. My grandmother always said nothing takes the edge off of mourning like a good merlot.”

          &&.   “Maybe it’s the American in me —- but at THIS rate,” Amma tipped her chin in the direction of a random, irrelevant fourth year WAILING theatrically, “I’d rather a drop a jager bomb. Or, like, five. It’s like, what the fuck, you know?” She whispered by Nadia’s ear. “Someone dies and suddenly  E V E R Y O N E  was close with them.” The blonde gave a prompt roll of her eyes. “Actually, I think I have a few jello-shots in my mini fridge.”

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