SET ME FREE.

i can 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 read all the BOOKS i want; i can n e v e r be all the 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 i want and live all the 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺 i want. i can never 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 myself in all the skills i want. and WHY do i want? i want to LIVE and FEEL all the s h a d e s, tones and ｖａｒｉａｔｉｏｎｓ of 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 and 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 experience POSSIBLE in my 🅛🅘🅕🅔. and i am h o r r i b l y 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭.

[foxeia]

Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worst type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the long run. They don’t want to hurt other people. It is against their very nature. They want to make amends and undo the wrong they did. Their life is a wave of highs and lows. They live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. They are tortured souls that are not able to live with hatred or being hated. This type of person needs the most love anyone can give them because their soul has been constantly bruised by others. However, despite the tragedy of what they have to go through in life, they remain the most compassionate people worth knowing, and the ones that often become activists for the broken hearted, forgotten and the misunderstood. They are angels with broken wings that only fly when loved.

Shannon L. Alder  (via vancityreynolds)

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delaney,

“     yeah      …      i am not    that   good on being subtle when it comes to me wanting something.     ”       delaney playfully grimaces at her own words,      gentle footfalls taking them both to the ravenclaw tower.      “     so that means a really long time,      huh     ?      guess i will make it the best braid,     then.     ” 

     " it's alright -- i'm not the best at being subtle either. " andromeda shrugged her shoulders, waving her free hand as if to dismiss the idea that there was anything wrong with not being subtle. " the best braid? i'm going to hold you to that, y'know. " she playfully jeered, her grin widening. as they neared the entrance to ravenclaw tower, a thought occurred to the raven haired witch. " can i braid yours when you've finished with mine? "

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delaney,

delaney follows andy’s movements with curious eyes,     soon enough a grin appearing upon marble when she was already standing,     waiting for the brunette to do the same.    the ravenclaw immediately takes hold of her hand,     swiftly pulling herself up to her feet as she kindly held her housemate’s hand,     starting to pull her out of the great hall to reach the ravenclaw’s tower.       “       i’m glad you noticed the small    hint    that i wanted to braid your hair,     i love braiding people’s hair.      ”

     andromeda gave delaney's hand a gentle squeeze, following close behind as she was led out of the great hall. " well, you weren't exactly being subtle. " she giggled softly, shooting her housemate a fond glance. " i don't remember the last time someone else braided my hair. "

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jay,

    jay ignored andy’s lingo related jibes; he was on a MISSION. “i don’t think so.” he said flatly. since they were in different houses, they didn’t eat together regularly. still, it was hard to forget if andy threw him a special smile, or if she’d looked particular pretty on a given day (which was everyday. ) nothing from this morning came to mind. “don’t worry about it.” jay said, now grinning. the gryffindor pulled his snapback off his head, running a hand through his locks, before plopping it back down backwards as they closed in on the kitchen corridor. “if my mom was here, she’d say you need something filling– and stat. so, what’re you feeling? enchiladas– maybe some empanadas?” jay tickled the pear on the painting, which eventually transformed into a door knob. pushing it open, he grinned at the house elves that soon began to crowd around him and his girlfriend. “hey guys, nah, we don’t need any help– ‘m just gonna make something for andy, if that’s alright.”

     andromeda followed close behind her boyfriend, taking in their surroundings as they neared the entrance to the kitchens. " empanadas sound so good right now.. " the ravenclaw gushed, blushing slightly as her stomach rumbled. now that she was actually thinking about it, andromeda was rather hungry. she truly couldn't remember the last time she'd sat down to eat something. she offered the house elves a warm smile as they began to surround her and jay, though her attention was turned back on her boyfriend. sometimes (( most times, actually )) she was still shocked to wake up most mornings and call him that. for the longest time, she'd assumed that he'd never like someone such as her -- oh, how wrong she had been. and while andromeda was never a fan of being wrong, she certainly didn't mind when it came to...well, this. she'd never get used to being able to kiss him, or hold him tightly. she'd never be able to get used to calling him her's. when she realized that she'd been staring, she quickly looked away, chuckling to herself. " do you come down and do this often? "

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delaney,

“    maybe.    ”     delaney replies,     as casual as slender fingers combing long and brunette locks.     “    mama always braided my hair whenever i was having a bad day,     and it works so maybe it can help you relax for a lil’ bit.    ”    the ravenclaw continues her speech,      soon enough pulling her hands away to settle them back on her lap.      “     we can totally go to the common room,     but it’s fine if you want to stay here.    it doesn’t bother me.      ”

andy grinned at her housemate, nodding her head feverishly. " i would love it if you braided my hair. " and with that, she was on her feet, hand extended towards delaney. " off to the common room, then. " she offered up an inviting smile, head tilting to the side.

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jay,

       “hey, some of those movies have really good life lessons.” jay laughed along with andy. “yeah, but you’ve already helped them as much as you can. it’s not gonna like, make you feel any better to keep stressing yourself out over if they did good. doing that would be, like, the opposite of cool. it’d be uncool-o-rama.” he empathized as he motioned grandly with his hands, trying to get his point across. jay’s jaw dropped. “you THINK you came down for breakfast? how can you–” jay held a hand up to his mouth, shaking his head. food was a staple in the mendina household. one didn’t simply not know whether they’d eaten breakfast on a given day. oh, if his mother knew what andy was doing … a lightbulb went off in jay’s head. “come on.” he said suddenly, standing up. jay extended his hand towards andy. “i know exactly what you need right now.”

      "that they do." andromeda nodded in agreement, clasping her hands in her lap. She listened to what he had to say, nodding when she felt she needed to, loosing a sigh. "i know, i shouldn't stress abou-- wait, did you just say uncool-o-rama?" she questioned, eyebrows raised in amusement. "uncool-o-rama. that's a new one. i've gotten used to RAD, and totally tubular, but i haven't heard uncool-o-rama until just now. did you make that up, or have i missed a lingo lesson?" she teased lightly, though her expression morphed into one of sheepishness as his jaw dropped. "i do think i came down. did you see me in here this morning?" she asked, her gaze dropping to his outstretched hand. she griped it with her own without hesitation, using it to hoist herself to her feet. "where are we going?"

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jay,

  "don’t stress yourself out about it, think happy thoughts and stuff.” jay said. he paused. “ … alright, even i know that sounded kinda stupid but like– you’re ALWAYS takin’ on everyone else’s feelings, you know? you have to save some of that thinking space–” he tapped her lightly on the side of her head for comedic effect. “for yourself, sometimes.”andy’s big heart was part of what had drawn jay towards her in the first place, but the more he got to know her, the more he learned about the negative effects it had on his girlfriend. the last thing he wanted to see, was her working herself into the ground.  “it was fine. school is school.” jay said with a shrug. “ … hey, when was the last time you ate?”

     “ you sound like you're quoting those movies your little sister likes. ” andy fondly pointed out, biting back her chuckles. “ i know, i know -- i can't HELP it sometimes. i just want them to do well, is all. ” the ravenclaw sighed, pouting her lower lip as he lightly tapped the side of her head. “ i take time for myself! ” though she couldn't remember the last time she had done just that. after a few moments, that realization began to dawn on her, and it was evident in her eyes. when was the last time she had taken a moment for herself? blinking slowly, she glanced back toward her boyfriend, eyes widening at the present question. “ uh...how much trouble would i be in if i said that i couldn't remember the last time i'd eaten? i think i came down for breakfast... ” for someone so intelligent, she had a rather terrible memory sometimes. “ why? ”

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delaney,

the brunette remains pouting on her seat,    eyes following andy’s movements while taking in every spoken word.      “     you   do    look like you need some relaxing time.      ”      delaney casually comments,    a frame moving to the smallest degree to gently stroke her housemate’s hair.      “     i suppose you are on your studying break     ?     because those really help a stressed brain,     especially if you step away from your books to get a cup of tea,    or a cookie,     or to have someone comb your hair to braid it.     ”    

     turquoise hues shone curiously as they settled upon the familiar face of delaney, eyebrows quirking up at the possibility of her hair being combed and braided. " is..that your way of saying you want to play around with my hair, delaney? " andromeda questioned, giggling slightly. " because if you do, i give you free reign to have at it. though, if you do want to braid my hair, can it be up in the common room where it's more comfortable? "

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jay,

  “what’s up, buttercup?” jay asked, slinging an arm around andy as he plopped down beside her, on the side opposite of her wand. he kissed her cheek in greeting, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in her current state. “ … well, no. not really. usually that’s my gig.” he teased, trying to get her to smile. not to say the gryffindor was having a fun time currently, but this wasn’t the worst school year he’d ever seen at hogwarts. he was busting his ass in class, mind you, but at least there was no final exams in year six. that was something he could get used to. “it could be worse,” jay pointed out as he placed both of his hands on andy’s shoulders, massaging them lightly.

     andromeda leaned into his side on instinct, breathing a sigh of relief. there was something about being tucked under his arm that immediately made her feel even the slightest bit better than before. " exams stress me out. i've been helping a few fifth years study for their o.w.l.s. and i think i'm more anxious about their results than they are. " this wasn't anything surprising, though. she'd been the same way with jay when he'd gotten his results in the post over the previous summer. her lips curled down into a tired frown, though her eyes shone appreciatively up at him. " i suppose you're right. " he was. it definitely could be worse. " i hope your day was better than mine. "

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(( &. @jaaybirrd ))

     andromeda was perched on one of the stone benches in the quad with her knees hugged tightly to her chest, textbook discarded and wand resting next to her when jay approached. it was easy to see that the ravenclaw was upset-- exam season was always her least favorite part of the school year. her full lips were curled down into a frown, her shoulders hunched as if an actual weight rested upon them. “ hey. ” she muttered, glancing up at him, her frown shifting into that of a tired smile. “ have i ever mentioned how much i hate testing? ”

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bertie,

“LOVE mcgonagall, hate the class — especially since my seatmate is tommy finch-fletchley.”

     " am i supposed to know who that is..? "

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delaney,

delaney playfully pouts,    and that’s because she is one who   hates   when people generalizes when it comes to houses     —     but she was upset,    but now she feels more upset for pulling that card.      she doesn’t reply,     though,     instead replies to andy’s last questions.    “     it’s doin’ good,    actually,     but now i’m over it and i just want to sleep.    what about you     ?      ”

     andromeda nodded in agreement to her housemates words, sinking slightly so that her arms were now crossed on the able, her chin resting on her forearms. " i am...quite stressed out. exam season is never my favorite. " she sighed. " i'm just ready for it to be over, so that i can sleep in this coming holiday. "

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monty,

     while normally this would have been the perfect opportunity to suggest that she probably shouldn’t put her trust in him, given his track record on letting people down, he knew that this was one  U N S P O K E N  promise he fully intended on keeping.  “understood.” he replied simply, nodding curtly. “i meant what i said. i have no intentions of doing anything of the sort.”

     " i believe you. " though it went against her better judgement to do so, andromeda felt in her gut that he was speaking the truth. she turned away from the older slytherin, glancing over her shoulder once more. " at least look over some basic spells for your exams. it might help. " and with that, she was gone. FIN.

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delaney,

there was a pout when she was   never  granted with a simple   ‘   thanks    ’,      but said pout disappears as soon as andromeda’s sentence comes to an end,    making the ravenclaw to giggle under her breath.     “      oh,     you know how seventh years are.     ”    she muses with a gentle smile,    eyes moving to the girl besides her.        “    …     especially gryffindors.     ”

     andromeda nodded, resting her chin in her hands. " oh, come now-- not all gryffindors are bad. i mean, most of them are self-righteous pricks, but...not all of them. " the ravenclaw offered up an amused grin, a light string of chuckles following suit. " how's studying going for your exams? "

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bertie,

“ah, but i live for danger.” the gryffindor widened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “i’ve plummeted off my broom from like fifty feet countless times. i don’t think a five foot drop will do too much damage.” she simply shrugged. “‘sides, payin’ a visit to pomfrey is soundin’ a lot better than transfigurations.”

     " as have i. " the ravenclaw chuckled, grimacing slightly as she remembered her most recent fall. " not a fan of mcgonagall? or the class in general? "

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monty,

     to say that monty was surprised would have been the understatement of the century. while he and andromeda weren’t the types to have had a lot of conversations over the years, he couldn’t think of even one occasion where he’d ever seen her angry. or no, angry wasn’t the right word… PROTECTIVE was the first one that sprung to mind. caught off guard, he had no choice but to answer honestly. “if i did hurt her, i’d let you do whatever you wanted.”

     the ravenclaw stared up at the slytherin through unamused eyes. her eyebrows furrowed together and she shifted her weight between her feet, placing a hand on her hip. after a long, silent moment, she nodded. " i'm...t r u s t i n g you here, monty. she's had her heart broken once before-- don't be the second person to do it. "