i'm headed for the castle.

eight inch heels, mid knee-skirt, and don't you act like your feet don't hurt. hair ain't real and brows on fleek, yeah. you been talkin' 'bout yourself girl, all damn week. i don't think i see a single mark on your face my iphone's cracked and my credit's jacked. and my nails are short, oh yeah.

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scxmandcr.

Newt was in London, on his way to his job at the Ministry of Magic, and now he was laying on his back; his suitcase wide open in the middle of nowhere. He quickly scurried towards his case, closing it with some force, looking around the area for any creatures that may have got loose. He pulled himself from the floor, rushing towards the closest person he could find. “E-excuse me, might I enquirer as to where I am?”

      “ --- enquire, ” margo repeats, trying the word out for herself. “ you brits can make ANY word sound interesting, i can tell you that !! ” she says with a chuckle, big brown eyes gazing over at his suitcase. it looked like something she’d like to get her hands on. “ --- seattle. you loose a pair of pants or something ?? ”

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retiredgunner.

“are you a lock? because I’m a lockpick and I’d like to hit your sweet spot.”

       “ funny. if you’re into single dad jokes. --- and for your information, i’m a luxury safe. ”

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shutvpmurphy.

         “ pretty sure it starts to happen when you’re like middle aged. i know this guy, gotta be nearly fifty. total nut job – sounds cool though. personally, i’ve always wondered what being floated felt like. that’s when you get like sucked into space and your brain probably explodes. i don’t know.   kind of. not really. got my ass whooped pretty badly one time. what’s life without a little risk though?”

        “ ah, the good ole’ MID LIFE CRISIS !! never fails to amuse -- also easy to take advantage of. i know a dude too -- only he’s blind and flirting with one of his ex-employees. the stuff you hear. where do you come from, the year 3000 or something ?? i’ve experienced a couple of deaths. but it was like, in my head, so i’m not sure if it counts. note: choking on your own blood, over your best friend’s body ?? NOT GUCCI. --- ouch, we all have our days. probably not as fun as it could be. ”

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totallyteddy.

“That’s a bit…odd. I mean I guess it’s a good thing because it means you’ve been…shielded? But I haven’t done anything to attack you? At least not that I’m aware of.”

        “ it’s a ... nevermind. i do have a good shield, that’s what happens when you’re around penny 24/7. do try to get with the times, it is 2017. ”

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genusofgenius.

spencer felt a prickling annoyance, but squashed it. it wasn’t the first time he was called ‘beanstalk’, ‘beanpole’, or any variation there of.  “no, it’s not helpful.” he muttered, mostly to himself and sighed.

      “ --- tragic, ” she tells him, brown eyes flickering over him, fingertips tapping against the surface of the table. “ know what IS helpful ?? a cell phone. ”

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evakviigm.

 ‘ just  wishful thinking. oh but ! i wasn’t talking about you, i know you are real– —’ Eva began to trail off. Eva even wondered if her norsk accent had sounded obvious? – — she didn’t know anyone had even heard her talking to herself. Though, shouldn’t she try making some friends, while being in a completely different place?  ‘ This place is foreign to me, so I’m trying to adjust. I’m Eva. “ 

         “ wishful thinking --- tragic, really. i hate to think i used to be like that. ” her nose crinkles. middle school margo and high queen margo were two very different people ( thank you, puberty ). brown eyes look at her, study her. this one; maybe margo can make her her project ( alice was a fail ). besides, that accent had to be connected to cute guys with accents. hopefully they were margo’s age. “ alas -- not as diverse as new york. where’re you from ?? i’m margo. ”

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shutvpmurphy.

        “ uhh thanks. yeah she was real sweet, little nutty but most old people are right? – sounds pretty smart, tricking people like that. kinda did a similar thing once, only pretended to be dead to steal stuff. that’s…not that same is it? i looked just as tragic though.”

       “ anytime -- just keeping it real, pal. to be expected. if you’re old and lived that long ?? probably regretting you didn’t do something so insanely fun and didn’t die. that’s how i wanna go. anyone who’s lived long enough to be purely wrinkles have been alone too long. close enough; you get what you want out of it ?? ooooh, that’s a good one. except no one rich would stop for dying first years, unfortunately. could work on halloween, though. ”

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WIS: with yourself

        anon play time !! // message.

       “ eliot. he’s my gay king and i’m his high queen and we’re soulmates. can’t tell me anything else. ”

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jakep-ralta.

“Good to know,” he gave a slow nod. “And there are plenty of people here,” he reminded with his hand, to point out there were others around. “Maybe they can do miracles and grant you some happiness.” 

        “ then WHY are you still here ?? ” she deadpans, eyebrows raising up at him. “ i never said you had to stay --- BESIDES, i’m margo hanson. i create my own damn miracles. and i never asked for happiness. ”

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evakviigm.

      She’s  hopelessly  wandering around, trying to distract herself so she doesn’t end up freaking out. To be in a place where everything’s completely … foreign; thinking about the last hurtful  string of words she could’ve said to someone she cares about ─ is she dead? This  constant, anxiety driven thought, maybe this happened because karma’s a bitch. 

               “ Is this real? “ 

        “ are you insinuating i don’t look real ?? ” margo asks, brown eyes casting over to the smaller girl. god, this was why she only talked to eliot on some days. “ trust me, it’s all real. you best start believing, because i’m some of the best of the best. ” she wonders if she should drop the magic bomb but -- eh, margo doesn’t want to get kicked out of brakebills. she has too much to learn. 

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ofreapcrs.

with a heavy sigh, gabriel leaned against the nearest wall in the hallway just seconds after having materialized there from cloud of smoke. there were two things he’d learned during his short stay in the city. one, he wasn’t cured; his body still was stuck in a a state of constant regenerating and decaying. however, he didn’t look like it. if anything, he looked like his old self again. and that was a lot to take in. two, his nemesis had also ended up in this place. that would have ruined anyone’s day, right? trying to figure out what to do, the assassin folded his arms over his chest and a frown formed on his unmasked face. then he realized that he wasn’t alone.   “ — leave. or you’ll regret staying,” he said as he turned to look at the person nearby him.

        a snort leaves her, margo rolling her eyes. “ lets take the dramatics down a few notches, it’s way too early and i don’t have enough drinks in me. ” a classic margo line, really. she’s admittedly curious, though. penny didn’t appear out of nowhere with a PUFF of smoke, he just ... appeared. was it a new kind of magic ?? something she’d be able to try out ?? “ --- you’re aware you’re like, five months late for halloween, right ?? ”

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shutvpmurphy.

       “ is there a reason some cooky old lady gave me money earlier for just sitting on some street corner – now i’m not complaining. i just feel like i need to know if there’s a rule, like a good deed i gotta do or something. because i know you don’t get nothing for nothing. there’s always a catch, right? ”

        “ well, you kinda look HOMELESS, dude. old ladies are too good for the own good, the amount of first years we sent out lookin’ like you to snag some free stuff prove that. no good deeds, that doesn’t do shit. you just look tragic. ”

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fuckingfionaa.

“I brought the wine- OH jesus! Shit. Sorry.”

        “ what !? quit acting like we don’t have the same damn things. chill, it’s a costume. ”

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spidcrgwcns.

“Now, not to be dramatic or anything but my apartment has zero food in it and I’m about to start crying, or I’m about to just roll into bed and never come out. Please tell me you have food?”

         “ i really only carry around ALCOHOL -- and i’m not a sharer. unless your name is eliot. ”

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             ---- @dcrkinside from here.

        “ ONE JOB, miles. you had one fucking job: distract them so i could snatch the damn book and some alcohol. now i have to start from scratch to find the rest of my friends. i don’t forgive people ruin any chances i have at success. ”

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herfmcnns.

“ —— aw, did you completely ignore my ‘ball of NOTHINGNESS’ remark?? i DO NOT care if my complaints are annoying you.” a pair of almond eyes blinked repeatedly at the girl, a sarcastic smile across her lips. “ — as a matter of fact, you can be honest all you want, but your opinion will weigh on me like an insignificant FEATHER.”

       “ it’s an automatic bullshit filter, built in. so you’re like every other rich girl in the city. that’s a shock, ” she drawls out, a grin playing at her lips and she the PICTURE of not impressed. “ fine by me. because you do, by the way, resemble a clown. i’m surprised you haven’t CHOKED on your own tongue yet. ”

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padfootblcks.

“Excuse me?” The young wizard gasped, clearly too offended at such a statement to take note of the fact that she had just accused him on transformation. Which is… exactly what happened, but that’s not the point. “A ratty dog? You have never heard of Grim, the omen of death, have you.” The Brit complained, feeling utterly insulted.

       “ i’m just being honest, ” margo adds with a wave of her hand. a goose may be not the most ELEGANT of birds, but at least it could fly. “ no, i didn’t pay attention during fairytale class. or brit class. or omen class. whatever grim is in reference to. ”