wit beyond measure

Cora Fawley || 16 years old || 6th Year Ravenclaw The minister's daughter. I enjoy poetry, muggle references, and attempting to be a normal teenage girl. Pureblood. Halfblood, Dumbledore's Army

[cora-fawley]

Cora's Training;

Survival Skills

Physical Fitness

Camouflage

Archery

Healing

[lorcanhercules]

I’m pretty sure there are spells to grow it out. Want to try?

[cora-fawley]

Well, I dunno. D'you think that Flynn would look good with long hair? I think he looks good like, anyway that you look at him but...

[flynnhslughorn-blog]

No, I’m Flynn.

[cora-fawley]

Oh, Flynn! You look like me and I look like you. Hm, this is weird. -- You should grow out your hair. Oh my, are we going to be like this permanently? Don't get me wrong, I like you lots. Like a lot a lot. But I'm not supposed to be a boy.

[lorcanhercules]

Oh, let me guess. Cora, love, that you?

[cora-fawley]

Indeed, I am! Wow wow wow, my hair is so short. -- I don't like it.

[flynnhslughorn-blog]

Cora?

[cora-fawley]

Cora, yes. Although right now, I am Flynn.

[cora-fawley]

I am Flynn and Flynn is me! 

[zevwillliams-blog]

We could die, Cora.

[cora-fawley]

We won't though. 'Cos we're strong. And we know how to win.

[zevwillliams-blog]

I’m not saying you should hate her! I’m just saying she probably has some issues she needs to work out, you know? And not in a way that involves dead teenagers.

[cora-fawley]

She's... maybe it really was someone else's idea, Zev. 

[zevwillliams-blog]

Your mother who is putting everyone in danger. With no fucking reason.

[cora-fawley]

You don't get it! This is my mom. This is the woman who gave birth to me! I can't... I've already chosen a side. I can't choose to just... hate her. I can't. She's my mom. 

[zevwillliams-blog]

And maybe she needs mental help.

[cora-fawley]

This is my mother we're talking about. 

[zevwillliams-blog]

Then why does she think it’s OK for a bunch of teenagers to play death trap?

[cora-fawley]

Maybe someone is making her. 

[zevwillliams-blog]

No offense, but your mom is kind of crazy as shitstickers. From what I’ve gathered.

[cora-fawley]

She is not. 

[cora-fawley]

My m-mother suggested this? 

[octaviarowle-blog]

You suck. Are you going to ask me some questions or are you going to just sit there and offer us tea? 

[cora-fawley]

Were you born mean or did that happen when you were dropped on your head too many times? 

[octaviarowle-blog]

[cora-fawley]

--That's rude. 

[cora-fawley]

Uhm... How about we start with-- would you like some tea?

[flynnhslughorn-blog]

Flynn shook his head. He was worried about Cora, about what might happen to her if they got too.. Close. “No. Just getting my coat.” He wanted to stay around, but.. He couldn’t. Not with the death eaters watching him.

[cora-fawley]

The brunette's eyebrows furrowed and she tightened her grasp around her coffee mug. "But it's so... late," she replied quietly. "Are you going to visit your friend Andre? He's... sweet. You can just... stay, you know. It's fine. I mean, I can make you coffee and I saved you a pumpkin pastry from earlier." She rubbed the back of her neck before attempting a smile. "I know how much you like those. So what do you say?"