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Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin

oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism
cherry valley forever
ojovivo
Jules of Nature
RMH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL

Janaina Medeiros

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@chase-the-chaser
I show not your face but your heart's desire| open
Leila had a hint of a smirk on her face; in a way she knew the feeling. Sometimes sarcasm came so easy. Other times it hadn’t. ”Two. Hundred. Years. Ago?” The fifth year cannot help but to whistle at that. “I always have a habit of forgetting that Hogwarts is this huge piece of history. It’s super cool,” she finishes. Hogwarts was super cool. The school was like a museum and it caused her a great deal of awkward teen girl emotions to think it over. “Oh…” her voice lowered slightly. Thinking over how odd it must be to have a younger girl ramble off to him, made her feel momentarily queasy. Super queasy, more like it. Damn.
Things like this always took the blond by surprise. Not that she didn’t care about other people’s thoughts. She did. It’s just the fact that she doesn’t listen to much gossip or at times keeps to herself, always makes old information seem new to her; making her quiet for a moment and a little confused on what it must be like not to have a mum. “Were you two close?” she asked, trying not to be a selfish sixteen year old for once. While sitting on the desk, she swings her legs back and forth from fear of speaking about something too personal. “My family being happy and together. Someone is really sick and it puts a toll on everyone, really,” she replies looking to the boy with the messy dark hair.
“Yea, maybe more, maybe less. I can never remember the little details,” he shrugged, swinging his legs back and forth, amused by the girls reaction like he always was when he spilled some of the schools secrets that he only knew ‘cos of his position as head boy. “Yea,” he nodded before jumping off of the table.
Shrugging, Chase walked over to the mirror, smiling lightly as the reflection of him and his mother he briefly saw before turning around. “Not really. I was only 5 when she died, so I didn’t know her that well,” he shrugged, tilting his head as he listened to her talk about what she saw. “Oh wow, that sucks…I’m sorry,” he frowned, running through his hair as he waited for her to speak again.
chasie feelings omg