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“Yeah, sure and I’d be marrying John Lennon. That’s a dress?”
“Jealousy isn’t a very becoming trait on anyone, hm? And no, it’s not a dress, babe. It’s the dress —- and fucking Chanel, mind you.” Amma flipped her hair. “Besides, what the fuck is a John Lennon?”
Aleksei wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or jealous about the fact that Mathieu Greengrass was the only one who could make Amma feel lonely. Heck, he wasn’t sure if he should be jealous at all in the first place. It wasn’t like Amma was his. Not even platonically, not really. Not when she had friends like Emma Vanity and Leonie Greengrass. He probably wasn’t her best friend, and besides, jealousy had never been something that Aleksei was accustomed to. He shouldn’t be jealous. Wasn’t he the one who told her that she had every chance with the Greengrass boy, after all? Ignoring the sinking feeling in his chest that he had been feeling a lot lately, Aleksei forced his thoughts down yet again and started to play with a strand of her hair when she laid her head down on his chest. “You don’t deserve to be lonely,” he told her. The reply was almost automatic, and not in the way that it was easy to act out sympathy. It wasn’t an act—it hadn’t been in a while now. It was easy because it was n a t u r a l. A sigh escaped his lips at the realization. Moving his head to look at the younger girl properly, he met her gaze and added, “Stay here tonight if you’d like. I’ll keep you company.”
Involving herself with a muggleborn boy? Mathieu could barely tolerate Kiran and he was a half-blood. Maybe a part of Amma knew it was a foolish, but there was no maybe about the fact that she really didn’t care. Aleksei was special. More so than any of the other boys she flirted with, she’d realised when they’d first started talking with one another. Regardless of pureblood social norms, Amma was only surer in her intoxicated state that she wanted to keep him. “Then I deserve to be with you?” She asked, an affectionate smirk gracing her lips, before a tiny hiccup passed them and was shortly followed by a bout of giggles. “I’d love nothing more than for you to keep me company, Aleksei Markovic.” Strange, that wasn’t even a lie akin to the ones she told so many other people to make them feel important to her. “I missed you,” she sighed, doe eyes flickering up to him whilst her other hand snaked around to lightly brush his chest, “—- at the Halloween party, I mean.”
It didn’t take long at all for Aleksei to recognize the voice whispering to him. As soon as his eyes were opened, the boy shifted and patted the space beside him, welcoming Amma to join him in his bed. Truly, he knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, —caring for her when he wasn’t supposed to in the first place—but at this point, Aleksei was certain that he was in too deep anyway and there was no point in turning away from what he felt for her. It was only natural that he’d let her curl up beside him and— Stop thinking, Leks. There. That was better. It was easier to think of Amma as just another friend instead of someone who he wasn’t supposed to get friendly with. “I’m up, love,” he muttered into the darkness before he could let his thoughts wander again. “Come here. Tell me what happened?”
He was always so kind to her, despite who and what she was. Amma wouldn’t say it aloud, at least not at present, ( mostly out of fear of angering her family or Matty even more, ) but she adored Aleksei. So so much, she felt better just hearing his voice. She scooted to the place he’d indicated, laying her head on the pillow near his and extending a hand to absent-mindedly run through his hair. “I can’t even remember how it started, or what it was about. That’s how much we argue, Leks.” Amma moved closer, shifting her head to press against his chest, “he’s about the only person in the world I feel lonely standing next to. But not you,” she breathed a sigh, “never with you, my darling.”
“Aleksei, Aleksei,” her whispers rung out in the silence of the boy’s dorm room. Not a moment before she crawled onto the end of his bed, scooting toward the outline of his figure beneath the sheets. Amma wiped at her puffy cheeks in the darkness, arms wrapping around her frame —- in part to protect bare arms from the cold, in part to comfort herself. “Aleksei, wake up. I had a fight with Matty,” she told him, alcohol lingering on her breath still. “I had a fight with him and all I want to do is talk to you.”
“I don’t drink at all, I mean my mom’s family tries to get me to drink some wine on family holiday’s if we ever go over but besides that, nothing.” Chloe smiled in return, then looking at the gold quite excited to see how zealous the other girl was about her costume. Her hand reached out to touch it, “that’s amazing. You put so much effort into your costume and I look like such a schlep. Just dressed up in my Quidditch kit. I’m Chloe McLaggen, by the way, I’m sorry if we’ve met and I’ve totally just forgotten.”
“And you wouldn’t... try it? I mean, really, it is super fun,” she asked, tone shifting to become more sincere than taunting. Even the glint in her eyes softened as Chloe felt her dress material and complimented her. “Shut. Up. You are like, too precious. But you don’t look like a schlep at all —- and that’s saying something, considering those uniforms need a serious fashion upgrade. You’re fit, Chloe McLaggen, own it. It’s Amma Avery,” she introduced herself, leaning forward to peck the other girl on either cheek, “so rad to meet you, babe!!”
Sloan grimaced, putting on a pout, letting her link their arms. “Oh, but it’s so fun, Ammy. Besides, like, I embarrass the family enough – I doubt mum and dad could even punish their little princess, ya?”
“And you know what isn’t fun?” Amma pouted right back, “Isla. You really ought to ask Dad for a girl who’s a little more exciting.” Sloan would know she was joking, so she went right on with her innocent act —- “never. Have you seen Matty? I can’t find him.” And that probably meant he was with Doris.
“Do you really find it easy to be warm?” She couldn’t have meant genuinely – Amma Avery was only known for her warmth and how it translated into rubbing up against people while she was drunk, as far as Septima knew. “I appreciate it. – Hmm, but if I tell you what I really think of you now and it’s positively horrible, would you want to still try to … – friendship me? Like you said, I’m cold. Only chance to decline, little snake. Take a hint from the eagles, and chose wisely.”
“Soooounds like you’re doubting my warmth, Septima —- ouch.” Amma left it there, allowing the other girl her perceptions. She arched an eyebrow, listening to her words. “Yes, babe, I would still want to try to friendship you, and Merlin, you make it sound so rigid. Try... gal pals, y’know?” She smiled at Septima, “well, I appreciate the warning, but I think I’ll go with the lion and be brave. They are the king of the jungle, right? So go on then, Vector. What do you really think of me? Hit me with your best shot.”
“Trust me,” Kiran muttered, a little too distracted by his own jawline as he ran his own fingers along the brim of his jaw. “It’s good to remind yourself every now and again that you’re a solid ten, d’you know what I mean?” A serious sentiment, as Kiran vowed now to go any lower than a seven and a half. As she turned round, Kiran’s gaze shamelessly dropped to her cleavage, hands placed at her tiny waist, a smirk originating from hedonistic thoughts fixed in place, and as always he refused to accept she was a fifth year – a very well developed fifth year. Of course, he also made an effort to flex his arms whilst she rubbed them with her hands. “Yeah, I know. It’s funny, because I have a lot of it, too. Thanks though, Princess Thick.” Reaching for Amma’s bum, Kiran went in for a cheeky pinch – it would be a sin not to – before cracking up lightly to himself. “For good fortune.” Naturally, then, the other hand made it’s way to claim her other bum cheek. “Wanna play a quick game?”
“Always, babe,” she replied with a knowing quirk of full lips. Amma was used to, as well as thoroughly enjoyed having others admire her body. Kiran’s eyes drew to her cleavage and she couldn’t blame him —- the curves there looked brilliant. “You like?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow amusedly above a smirk when Kiran’s hands wandered to her backside and she consequently arched her back. “But who needs luck when you’re the Prince Papi, and Princess Thick happens to be wearing no underwear because her dress was too tight?” She said after having leaned in towards Kiran’s ear, low and flirty, “oops?” Amma leaned out to catch his reaction, ready to revel in the attention. “A game,” she pretended to consider, tracing faint circles on his arms, “I’m in.”
Barbara Palvin.
“Jheeeeeeze!” Kiran howled. There was something about the 5th year girl that managed to get him wild. Dressed in a black and golden sherwani, opened to expose his chiseled torso, Kiran moved to stand by Amma, placing a hand on the girl’s hip as he admired the image reflecting in the mirror. “Fuck, this isn’t even funny anymore. We actually look too piff.” Eyes were full of awe as he opened up his sherwani a little more, though he was staring at himself moreso than Amma. “What’re you gonna do once I leave, and all you got are these ugly fuckers, hm?”
Nodding, Amma admired herself in the mirror, and Kiran too, “I would, like, totally sleep with us. Sometimes I forget how fit we are?” She spun around, now, to face the older boy, regrettably ripping her focus away from the reflection. Though the eyes stuck to the pair fuelled her almost as much as her awe for her own appearance. Slipping closer to press her frame against his, she walked her fingers up the length of his exposed chest and pouted up at him, “once you leave? Forget that, boring talk, babe.” Amma flicked her hair over her shoulder, so as not to let it detract from other things, and smoothed both her hands over his arms, “why is this outfit getting me so wild? You look like actual money.”
One of the main reasons Emma liked Amma, was that she was so quick to raise Emma’s confidence. There was no snarky comments about arrogannce from Amma, no attempts to pull her ego down. It was deeply appreciated, and one of the main reasons why Emma was always quick to return the favour rather than shoot her down as she did to others sometimes. Emma gave Amma a symathetic look. “You know, I think he’s probably just so awed and intimidated by your beauty it leaves you thinking he doesn’t admire you, but really he’s just too shell shocked to do anything about it.”
“You okay, Em?” Amma asked, looking over her friend with a small glint of concern in her eye and a whole lot of affection. “You seem a little off lately, and you’re way too pretty to be down.” Screwing up her face, she blew out a sigh, “you really think so?” Amma wondered if Mathieu could truly be intimidated by her, and highly doubted it, since he was always arguing with her anyways. “He’s been spending a lot of time with Doris Purkiss, y’know, Galen’s big sister? I don’t like it. I mean, I know I spend time with other boys —- but it’s really only because I get no attention from him.”
He was f a l l i n g. Falling, and listening to the voices of his dead brother. That was all Cassius could remember before he was jolted awake and whisked away from his bad dream. Just a nightmare, he told himself. It wasn’t real. Lucius blamed none of them for his death. And yet, the dream was imprinted on his mind so vividly. Reaching for his wand while he tried to regulate his breathing, Cassius climbed out of bed unsteadily. “Lumos,” the boy muttered, watching the tip of his wand light up with a little beam. Slowly, he began to creep out of his dorm room and into the Common Room, hoping that none of his dorm mates had heard him waking up.
On the nights spent by herself, Amma was hard pressed to be found actually sleeping —- being without someone meant being lonely, and being lonely in turn made her feel restless. Especially when I look so cute in my peignoir, she lamented inwardly. She’d been up, and pacing around the common room, when Cassius Fulgora appeared out of the boy’s wing and set her brows to a raise. “Cassius?” Slipped from her lips before she could pull it back, and upon seeing the light spill onto his expression, “are you okay?” Next followed. She and Cassius had never really been friends, but they were house mates —- and the night made her feel a little kinder, though knowing his demeanour she’d likely not be met with the same temperament.
“Yes, Princess Thick! Looking like an actual buff ting. Hold on, turn around? I want to properly, you know… check the dress.”
Amma spun on her heel to strike a provocative pose that particularly drew focus to the lower half of her form, “check it, Prince Papi. I’m a fucking masterpiece tonight.”
“ —— You’ve got a stain on your shirt.”
“Bitch, where? I can’t believe I have to deal with this, look harder. That’s sequence, it’s reflective for Merlin’s sake.”
“Ugh, I know. And I might as well be the equivalent of a third year if we’re getting technical. Thank you for telling me, though! Your costume is totally groovy. Is that real gold?”
“I don’t know about you, but I was drinking by third year. You’re... welcome?” Amma’s entire face shifted. “Oh my God, like, right, though? Yes, babe, of course real gold,” she jutted out the side of her hip toward Chloe. “Feel it, that shit is premium and I know not many people get to touch actual gold in their lives.”
“Hey, do you know if the punch is spiked? With anything? I’m really thirsty but I know at events like these – at least my parents told me – that you know, people spike like, everything. Woah, rambled there. Anyways, is it spiked?”
“Merlin, you sound tragic. Like, of fucking course the punch is spiked. What are you, a first year or something?”
“An under-appreciated one, but a talent nonetheless.” Listening to the other girl prattle on was tiring, really as she started wondering if she should grace her with an answer as to why she wasn’t her type – but decided against it. Amma was still a housemate & still someone in her house that she couldn’t push around as much as she would’ve liked to. Septima quirked an eyebrow once again, “at least you can understand the concept of boundaries. How about this, I’ll continue to talk with you if and only if you don’t hit on me, deal?”
“I appreciate it, especially since I find it so easy to be warm.” Even if Amma had the ability to be mean and cruel and used it, mostly, she just loved people. “For sure, you got it ---- no more hitting on you.” She cocked an eyebrow, “but I know you don’t like me much. You don’t have to pretend, it’s easier to gauge just how much I need to work on getting you to accept my friendship if I can see what you really think of me.”
