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That’s not my dog || Belle & Winona

oldest-dalmatian:

Winona just shrugged instead of trying to make her point again. She had already told the girl that she was mistaken, so now she had no choice but to pretend to be whoever this Lettie Mae was. “Could you just remind me what Pooch looks like?” She asked politely, playing along with the scenario. She had never even heard the name Lettie Mae before but it sounded rather old fashioned. It wasn’t unheard of for dogs to get loose in Hogsmeade, so the fact that this girl had lost her dog was a very real possibility.

“Oh, but you saw him yesterday...” had she forgotten? No, Lettie Mae was too clever to have forgotten, it must be a trick to help her look for him. By repeating his features to her, she would conjure a plan to find him, that was more like her. “alright, well, Pooch is a small dog, with curly hair and small pointed ears...”

gryffindorllyr:

“Understandable. And as someone who has fallen out of trees and off brooms more than her fair share of times, I can guarantee the experience isn’t pleasant. What do you like to do when you need a distraction?”

“I just read.” She was such a well rounded person.

gryffindorllyr:

Ellen smiled slightly at the girl’s response, but she was careful not to turn and look in case it bothered the other woman. “And its not as if people themselves are bad, or I never want to be near them, but there are days where it feels so much better if you are alone, right? You can’t lose your temper or frighten anyone or anything else. If you ever want tips for climbing trees, I can do that, but there’s no real obligation. Just because I liked it doesn’t mean that you will.”

“Being up in trees is fine...but I don’t know I...I wouldn’t want to find myself climbing higher than what is safe with a new skill for climbing trees..” she sighed, “I’m liable to fall and hurt myself when I’m...well, not myself.”

gryffindorllyr:

Ok, so she didn’t want to say anything. That was fine. Ellen had always talked enough for two. “I used to come out here all the time. Normally I would climb the trees, but that’s because I’ve always had a thing for heights. If I was as high as I could be, I was safe, and no one could touch me up there. And funny enough, if you’re at the top of the tallest tower or the tallest tree, usually you’re completely alone.”

Oh thank god,she thought to herself so loudly that she almost actually said it, “I’m not much good at climbing trees...although sometimes I find myself up them, which is disconcerting but not as much as other things,” she was so grateful to be having a conversation that felt as easy as this one. “I can understand the feeling of wanting to be near people.”

allthingsniceandpretty-deactiva

wilde-beast:

“It wasn’t a good joke.” He dropped his head, he neck having started to hurt from how he had been sitting. “Maybe I should just run for mayor. It worked for what’s his face.”

“Maybe you should, um...”what’s his face” sort of left...perhaps you could ask him to be the deputy mayor instead of whoever he chose? Anyway, it was sort of rude of him to go through all that to get elected and then just leave a few months after.”

#im so sorry #she actually thinks this is a good idea #not in a 'what could g wrong' kinda way #but in a 'what could go wrong that hasnt already gone wrong' way

wilde-beast:

“Life’s not a book. It doesn’t work like that.”

“...no, I know, it was a joke...it’s ridiculous so it’s funny?” she sighs and looks away, “or maybe it isn’t.” She picked up a stick and started poking holes in the dirt, she really was bad with people, it couldn’t be helped, she didn’t really have many people.

wilde-beast:

He shrugged, not bothering to look at her, still. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you. I just think crying in the woods isn’t really one of the most cowardly things you could do. But whatever. I don’t care.” He didn’t speak as she spoke, nor did he look at her, then, either. Honestly, a lot of what she was saying didn’t make sense–it did, in that it explained what was apparently wrong with her and why she was crazy, but Adam didn’t really understand all of the words she used. He felt like maybe it gave him enough of a reason to leave, but he also couldn’t really bring himself to be bothered by it, anymore. He’d known worse people. He’d met worse people. “I’m a werewolf–a werewolf and Rattigan’s own personal fucking lapdog, unless you read the papers and listen to people around town. Then everything was all my fucking fault and I single-handedly ruined the entire fucking school and killed everyone ever. You’re probably the last thing that’s a threat to ‘my safety’. Some sane wizard’ll probably kill me long before you ever do. I’ll take my chances out here.”

“People like to blow things out of proportion...” she said quietly, “when they talk about people I mean, people and the things that they do. It’s like they choose who their heroes will be, the heroes, the amiable side kicks, the fools, the villains...and they don’t like to ever look past those assumptions.” She wasn’t sure if she was helping but she had a feeling he might understand, the feeling of being cast into a certain role they didn’t really deserve...or at least, he didn’t deserve the role. She knew that much. “Hey, maybe it will be like a book and you’ll get this wonderful “redemption” arc where you save some cats from trees or maybe you can rescue the next person I try to kidnap from me.” It was a horrible attempt at humour but she was trying. If he was going to stick around, she might as well attempt to not be terrible company.

gryffindorllyr:

“I can defend myself. I may be short but that’s no reason to underestimate me.” To prove her point, Ellen sat down next to her, ready to hear what she had to say or not say as she was feeling. But really, Ellen wasn’t bothered by what the girl had said.

She curled up on herself a little more, somewhat relieved to not have to be alone but also unable to really say anything. What was there even to say?

petrichorandparchment

yourworldisney

gryffindorllyr:

“Just because you aren’t hurt physically doesn’t mean you have to be fine or that you don’t need help. Of course that is entirely up to you, and if you’d rather I leave you can just tell me so, but don’t feel like you have to. I have a good listening ear, or at least I’ve been told so.” She made sure to walk into view so that the other woman might have a chance to place her, and so she wouldn’t seem threatening.

She curled up a little, she didn’t want her to leave but she knew that’s what she should have wanted."I’m sick and...if you stay around me you might get hurt,” she said quietly. It would be up to her if she stayed or left based on the information she had given her.