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friday cho / ravenclaw / 2nd upper yrlife's one big yeehaw then you die. ☆ reading: witch chat watching: clueless anticipating: last week of school!!

[crxjoon-blog]

if the 🍁 shoe fits

@crfriday​ | morning after the flower harvest 

“Latrodectus katipo: spell or spider?” he asks. So unchanging is his neutral expression and low, monotonous drawl that one could mistake him for being displeased. Yet, he swishes his butterfly net like a content puppy wags its tail. This is peak socialization – this trailing behind the backs of his peers, incessantly quizzing them about the local insect population no matter how much they groan or whisper “ who’s bright idea was to invite him? ”.

“Any guesses?” he says. “Come on, you guys! Why organize a nature walk if nobody’s interested in the native fauna?” Wind ripples his all-black windbreaker, as well as the wispy black bangs creeping over his eye like the leaves of a willow tree. Fellow hikers slow down against the gust, but he presses forward quicker. It gives him a chance to walk besides his peers, rather than behind them in a constant game of catch-up. 

“Latrodectus katipo is the endangered, distant cousin to the black widow spider. Theoretically, its venom would make a great undetectable poison probably I bet for sure maybe. So if anyone gets bitten today, I’ll be extracting a quick sample before–!” 

Joon stumbles. He falls onto the path’s rocky terrain face-first and grazes his chin. It’s only a small scrape, albeit with dirt and gravel peppering the wound. His right shoe slips off and rolls down the mountain, tumbling faster and faster until it’s launched off a ledge. And floating down after it is a large, foam insole.  

Normally, a situation like this wouldn’t be a cause for alarm; he’d simply brush off his hands like nothing ever happened. But this isn’t a normal accident. This is a disaster. There’s no chance for a summoning charm when the nearby trails are swarming with Muggle tourists.

He closes his eyes. Sprawled out on the trail, twitching as he catches his breath, he’s not unlike the spiders he’s droned on about all morning.

“I’m a daddy long legs who just got his legs clipped.”  

[crfriday-blog]

as with all school trips, our ravenclaw is engrossed in getting the best out of everything. soaking up every bit of detail and information like a sponge. her mind could use the distraction, frankly, it ached day in and day out when she lacked proper stimulation. which made the morning hike all the more interesting.

sure, she hadn’t gotten around to beast climbing as she had wished for the summer. but was she not entertained? did she not have the time of her life thus far, out and about in the “wild” with her schoolmates?

sure. kinda.

it didn’t beat the would-be thrill of scaling a magical beast the size of hogwarts, but, friday supposes it does come close.

ish.

still, she had been elated for the brisk morning hike. and thus far? hasn’t been disappointed yet.

then again, the third year was deeply submerged in her own thoughts, in her tiny fist an amalgam of interesting looking plants and flowers, determined to make some sort of ring or bracelet for her companions later. or perhaps a sort of stew, if she can correctly differentiate between herbs for food and ingredients for a potion muddled together in her grasp. 

friday hasn’t entirely decided—that was the fun of it, right?

though, any train of thought the ravenclaw has is promptly discarded—coming to a screeching halt with the way a body collapses against soft dirt. the resounding thump and thwack of something falling down the ledge.

she doesn’t notice it till he speaks. 

the unclad right foot lays uselessly on the ground, inches shorter than its cousin. oh. 

friday could only stare for a longer while, knowing fully well that everyone else is doing the exact same. but what is she to do in this situation? how can she even help? even from here, her stomach is in knots out of embarrassment for him. 

thoughtlessly—stupidly—her mouth parts. 

“a.....AAAAaaAaAaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaAA—” her limbs lift quickly, making wide gestures to usher the student party forward. “we better go! we have to go or we’ll miss the sunset!!! hahaha....wouldn’t want that!—go go go!”

good one, frida.

it worked, at the very least. although friday can hear faint laughter a bit ahead, the two were alone. and she hoped that would be enough of a comfort, given the situation. still, the boy hadn’t moved. and ever the helpful creature, friday is quick to make her way over.

“h-hey, a—are you okay? are you hurt anywhere?”

[coruscorp-blog]

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[crkaori-blog]

— early birds.

[crxrushi]

crxviolet:

[…🦋]

“We should wake up the others right?”

RuShi kept quiet and pretended to still be asleep while the others chatted quietly. She had been the first to go to bed, giving the excuse that she needed her beauty sleep but in truth she really couldn’t handle being around the girls. It wasn’t that they were bad people, in fact the girls she had been roomed with were delightful little balls of sunshine filled with hope and optimism. 

She hated it. 

As someone who had once been like that she could understand where they were coming from, a tiny part of her even empathized with them. It had always been so fun making new friends. But now she knew better. They were all snakes hiding under their charm, much like she was. 

For a few moments RuShi lets herself wonder what’s made of the only true friend she ever had. Alma wasn’t the warmest person to grace the earth but at least with her, Rushi knew where she stood. Unfortunately the Ravenclaw had decided to drop out and RuShi could do nothing to stop her. She had always had other plans, RuShi could only hope her friend had succeeded in killing her aunt and was walking free. 

Shifting towards the wall as she heard Violet rising, she contains a sigh and decides to sit up before the tiny girl tries to approach her. Better get it over with than let someone like Violet touch her. 

“I’m awake. I’m awake.” She mumbles, dismissing the others as she starts preparing herself for their nocturnal trip. 

[crfriday-blog]

as expected, friday is already awake. already packed and ready. primped and primed. filled to the brim with an abundance of energy. this is the norm, after all, the ravenclaw’s mind is seldom not running a hundred miles an hour in any right or wrong direction. not to mention—new zealand. 

not quite the promise land, but still very much so filled with possibilities and unexplored realms. 

and friday, ever the fervor soul, is determined to see it all.

of course, the first stop is one sanctioned by the school. a tour—was it? friday couldn’t say she paid attention long enough to absorb the details, but there was seldom anything the ravenclaw wasn’t up to anyway. especially ones that included her new roommates. 

“maaaaybe another half hour?” bright eyes flick from the book in her hands to the female besides her, lips pulling back to flash an energized grin. it isn’t as if there was a specific time they were supposed to leave, though the two figured it’d be best to let their roommates get as much sleep as possible—with violet being so young and rushi well, being rushi. 

“i don’t know, how popular is this “lord of the rings” thing? maybe there won’t be anyone in line at all...” her lips purse in thought, teeth sinking into her lower lip absently. the gryffindor’s optimism is quick to catch on as always, friday’s head bobbles in agreement while she tucks her book back into her bag.

“we will—oh! morning you two!” the third year is quick to shoot up from her bed, leaving her blue backpack in favor of making way over to violet’s side, tugging the girl out of bed. “come on—vi, rushi! go wash your faces. we’re leaving soon. i’m pretty sure the rest of the school is gunning for that extra pocket money...” 

she huffs.

“and you know, sometimes people cheat. so we have to be quick! but careful!”

[loonawork]

💫

[crtyler-blog]

–––– TEA PARTY / @crfriday

      broaden your minds–––tyler reckons they’ll have to be out of their bloody minds to be making sense out of soggy tea leaves.

      given the choice, this woolly subject would’ve never made his list. unfortunately, it’s the only class that fits his curriculum for the year and it’s only two terms, how bad can this be? with arms folded loosely across his chest, only god knows he’s tried to actually listen. all he’s gathered from the first few classes though, is how ridiculous some of his fellow classmates sound–––like blithering idiots who probably think of this as something divine (pun intended).

      personally, he just couldn’t give a damn.

      he feels the consequences of dozing through the classes (turning up just enough times to earn attendance points) when exam season rolls around. if nothing else, tyler is almost certain that this is what sweet o’ friday is destined for.

      “say… you don’t suppose there could be an outstanding just… waiting for me at the bottom of one of those cups?”

      (and the mocking never ends.)

[crfriday-blog]

    coincidentally, as if it hasn’t been proven a million times over already, his least favorite subject is one friday excels in. of course, that’s not to say that the ravenclaw didn’t excel in other subjects. that friday’s expertise ends in divination and that only. but in terms of interest, in terms of things that truly has her heart. nothing sings to the girl with her head in the clouds more than the study of the mystic.

   she was, after all, a dreamer through and through.

    which is why she jumped at the chance to tutor him. to perhaps claw a modicum of genuine interest out of the slytherin. a task harder than finding all seven horcuxes.

    she would know, she grew up with him.

   “uhhh…” her face crinkles in response, huffing as her cheeks puff slightly. “probably not.”

    of course, she wouldn’t be herself if she was so easily deterred. evident with the way she sets out the necessary materials before him. two teacups, a matching tea pot, and their divination textbook, flipped open to the tessomancy chapter.

  “just try it! i read today that taurus’ creative inspirations flow freely today—maybe today’s finally the day you get this.” friday grins brightly, elbow nudging his with an exaggerated wiggle of delicate brows.

  “you at least know the basics from class right?”

[crfriday-blog]

just a quick notice -- i’ll be on hiatus from (basically today though) friday to most of wednesday bc!!! finAlly !! vAcaTion!!! that means friday and regan will be out for the count -- but i’ll still be accessible via mobile/tumblr im/discord for plots etc so no worries about that (: 

take care guys xoxo 💖💖💖

[coruscorp-blog]

INTERROGATION STARTERS

Feel free to change pronouns etc. CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?” “ did you see anything?” “ what do you remember?” “ do you remember anything unusual?” “ please, try to remember as much as you can.” “ every detail is important.” “ and what happened next?” “ and what did you do when all this took place?” “ what were you doing around __ am/pm?” “ where were you around __ am/pm?” “ can anyone verify that?” “ was someone with you?” “ and you had nothing to do with it?” “ and you weren’t involved?” “ did you see it happen?” “ did you see who did it?” “ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?” “ did someone hurt you?” “ it’s okay. you can tell me.” “ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?” “ we can take a break, if you want.” “ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.” “ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.” “ i think you’re lying.” “ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?” “ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.” “ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.” “ what aren’t you telling me?” “ who are you trying to protect?” “ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?” “ they must’ve told you more than that.” “ you have to have seen more than that.” “ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?” “ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?” “ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.” “ i need you to tell me what happened.” “ i know you’re not telling me the truth.” “ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?” “ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?” “ i’m listening…” “ you’re coming with me.” “ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.” “ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…” “ i can’t give you that. you know that.” “ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.” “ okay. we have a deal.” “ sorry. no deal.”

[crfriday-blog]

✰ GROWING PAINS

[crfriday-blog]

crjon:

Altruism was a becoming trait. Those with gold gracing their houses knew it well, or so Jonathan came to believe. However, his were far from reckless. Circumstances had been kind enough to grant avoidance of imminent danger. Copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi tucked safely under one arm and a satchel over his torso, he was fully prepared to collect any useful materials he may find for potions or plant research. The Hufflepuff’s study-oriented mind never halted. Until now.

A girl’s shriek cut through his otherwise peaceful stroll. The sound of wood snapping and ominous thumps rang out louder than usual in the stagnant winter air. He nearly slipped as he scrambled to investigate.

Any words Jonathan may have been prepared to say, mouth hanging open, were cut short by the long thread of thick vines careening towards his face. He ducked, barely in time. The round spectacles on his face tumbled to the ground, disappearing in the thick grass and snow. He whined a brief, “not again.” The red bruise left behind on his forehead went unnoticed.

Both hands clutched his wand ( coincidentally made from the same wood as the violent tree ) and pointed it with purpose. He screamed the spell in his head, unable to find the strength among fear for a simple utterance of ’immobulus’. He was fortunate enough to be granted with a wand primed for non-verbal magic. Unfortunately, it only proved enough to stop one hefty branch from embedding itself into his skull.

Vision blurred, he crawled on hands and knees to her position, pressing his own back against the tree. “… are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

    in hindsight, she should have heeded today’s horoscope. should have listened to the stars and kept her toes within the line. head clear and safe where she belongs for misfortune is bound to befall the impulsive. 

    like, say, successfully piss off a century old tree. good one.

    but perhaps, just perhaps, it wouldn’t be too bad. perhaps, if no one was to come to her aid, the tree would eventually fall into a slumber (or whatever it was that trees do, friday can’t be too sure, she’s not a tree expert…obviously) and she would sooner find the chance to sneak out from beneath its swaying branches.

    maybe. hopefully.

    but fate, as it was, had other plans. or in the words, the stars always have a way. and through her lashes, the ravenclaw was able to spot the presence of another—although she had been barely able to get as much as a help out before the willow made its move, swinging its branches in a manner that elicits a long shrill scream out of her straight out of fright.

    you’re going to die here. her mind screams, unnaturally pessimistic, perhaps driven in a change by gemini’s presence in the season. both of you!

    eyes screwed tightly shut, friday doesn’t cease in her scream even while the sound of bristling wood is replaced by the timbre of another beside her. only really simmering down when her face begins reddens from lack of air, stopping with a crack in her voice, a weak and feeble ah! before—silence.

    before, she vaguely realizes, that she hadn’t imagined the voice earlier. “i—” doe eyes flick ot the male beside her quickly, the whites of her eyes still shaky from fright as her mind begins to race. conflicted between the stress over life or death and the life-shattering humiliation.

   “—m’totally fine. t-totally.” her lips form an unconvincing smile. “really! i’m not hurt anywhere, my legs are fine and everything—i’m just chilling here, y-y’know?. just..chilling.”

    here, she begins to mumble. squeaking here and there.

   “just…scaredi’llendupdisembodiedbyatree…soidon’twannamove…y’know? realchill…”

[crfriday-blog]

“did you know?” the ravenclaw is near preening on the desk, cheeks flushed and eyes a bit wide. “that the color purple signifies royalty? wealth. extravagance. creativity. wisdom—wisdom is important, you know, as a teacher and all—grandeur! magic! ah! magic!”

oh she’s rambling now, nerves getting the best of her as she eyes the older male nervously. the ends of fool’s confidence beginning to rear its head.

“d-did you know it also signifies regret?” it actually doesn’t. “mercy? guilt? a—as in—” her eyes lower to the rich purple ink splattered all over the professor’s desk and robes, shrinking back in anticipation for the explosion that undoubtedly come.

“y—you know—as in, i am so… so… so… so…”

she bites her lip.

“sorry.”

@craugust

[crfriday-blog]

✰ GROWING PAINS

@crjon

                                    ( READ: A LIBRA AND A PISCES AND A TREE )

    she’s done worse. admittedly, she’s done far far far worse. but this was perhaps a close second. maybe by a few millimeters to first. maybe even a micrometer. well, it didn’t matter. not when cold sweat streaked down the slope of her neck with every gust of wind that nipped at her skin, kept her back pressed firm against the trunk of the age old tree.

    whomping willow. somehow, the name struck as something to steer completely clear from. if her own conscience hadn’t been clear about it, she’s sure cas would have voiced his warnings about it years back. but of course, she’d forgotten as soon as the majestic plant entered her line of vision (and cas didn’t).

    and to her credit, it was absolutely still.     so still, in fact, that she might have taken the giant thing to be dead.

    it isn’t now, as she’s come to find. but before, she had thought—well—maybe she hadn’t thought it thoroughly enough. seeing as the tree jerked back to life as soon as she moved within range—leaving her little to do in a panicked state but move forward. deeper towards danger.

    which, leaves her here. now, stranded, near whimpering with every jerk of the famed tree’s branches. her wand a tantalizing inches out of reach. this is a lesson to be taught to all, if anything, she should’ve listened to today’s horoscope.

   “help—” she squeaks, a feeble cry while struggling to squint past thick branches swaying relentlessly. “meeEeeEeeEee”

[crfriday-blog]

averyxcr:

–– he doesn’t hear her at first, engrossed in the textbook spread open atop the bench beside him. the text demands his attention, each minuscule line of black print growing more and more tedious by the second; and the onslaught of final examinations steadily approaching demand his energy, most of which he’s already devoted to his impending grades. the dim lighting and the unfair warmth of the library has been lulling him to near-sleep these days and the ravenclaw common room is nothing if not a battleground of soul-sapped students. the courtyard, his refuge, isn’t the quietest or the best-equipped place for academia, but it’s the best he can find for now.

he doesn’t hear her at first, and even when he does, the familiar cadence––the airy push and pull of her voice––processes in his mind belatedly. she’s already clambered onto his back, falling into an unexpected routine in a matter of seconds. 

without much thought, avery closes the book beside him, stifling a small chuckle, something mixed with bone-deep exhaustion and a twinge of amusement, as he does so.

“do i really have a choice, frida?” where there might be exasperation, there are only faint traces of fondness, gentle tendrils of resigned endearment. “you seem to have already made my decision for me.”

this time, he laughs a little louder, any potential for agitation ebbing into the gentle breeze as he reaches over his shoulder to hand her his textbook.

“hold onto this for me,” he says, arms winding against the bend of her knees to secure her as he stands up to his full height. there’s still much to be reviewed before he’ll be able to sleep tonight and if he indulges friday in this moment, he might inadvertently be adding more onto his plate for tomorrow. ( he’s not fond of falling behind schedule, but he’s grown to be well-versed in picking and choosing his battles. )

a study break might be long overdue, and he supposes the girl’s sudden entrance is nothing short of an indication. 

“to your dormitory, your highness? shall we take the scenic route?” 

a terribly stupendous part of her remains selfish. remains victim to being well—human. friday was no saint, even if she fills her heart with things that are good and right in the world. she wasn’t holy. wasn’t perfect. wasn’t anything but a selfish little cheerful thing that—despite all attempts to be a good person—is prone to being selfish. to soak up any and all affection given toward her.

to take and take and store under her tongue like an afternoon sweet. a reminder to stay sweet.

it isn’t any different with avery, who by all means gives just as much as she takes. who cares little for the fact that she sprawls over him on a regular basis. claiming his shoulders to be her own. the broad of his back her personal resting place. the affection and warmth that seeps off his back—affection that friday eats up. much like a parasite. but perhaps just a smidge cuter.

“i mean... i could always get off...” though the coyness in her tone indicated otherwise, indicates she would do no such thing. the greedy thing thriving beneath her skin wouldn’t allow it. and, quite frankly, body lax against the older—she didn’t want to.

a small joyous noise slips past her lips when he lifts her, bright eyes dancing about while she slips the book between her chest and his back in lieu of snaking her arms loose around his neck. certainly, there was nothing better than being carried about. 

ah, being tall. 

she can’t help but be envious about that.

“scenic route is fine with me, brave sir.” friday chirps playfully, extending her spine to peer over the boy’s head, nestling her chin on the top of his head for a better view. as expected, the perspective of one over six feet tall is much brighter in comparison. hogwarts, despite being a second home for years, has an audacity to look different. right down to the lighting and the way the water hits the ripples of the black lake. 

she is almost offended.

“do you think i’ll still have a chance to grow?” friday quips absently, almost whimsical in her musing as they move toward the castle, head turning slightly to press her cheek against his head, continuing in her. “i think i’d like to grow up to be about six feet. that would be a comfortable height. and then i can carry you for a change and you know, avoid nargles—which, by the way, lucky you, aves.” the pout in her voice is evident. she made sure he could hear it.

“—the quibbler says they only see up to a certain height so if you’re over like 5′10 they won’t bother you. which i’m jealous of, because like, i’m pretty sure they’re stealing my left sock and purple plum hair clips. ” 

friday sighs wistfully.

“i think i want to be a tall amazon woman one day, i could maybe pull off that look...” her fingers play with the collar of his shirt absently, tugging and rubbing the fabric between the pads of her flesh with a quiet hum. 

an inhale.

an (admittedly strange) thought.

“the top of your head smells like green apples, did you know?” 

oh, she never did have much of a filter. 

[crxcas]

— run, run, run.

@crfriday:

keep running. keep running. keep running.

he chants the words frantically inside his head as he drags the younger ravenclaw behind him, his hand clasped tightly around her wrist. he’ll apologize to friday later for the rough treatment, but for the time being, he just needed to get them to safety. he navigates the deserted corridor looking for any doors—for any sort of escape.

he doesn’t dare look back out of fear of stumbling over the cobblestone walkway—he can’t afford to—but he knows that they’re behind them. he can hear them calling after them—demanding that they give in and accept “mother’s love”. their footsteps seem to echo louder in his ears that the beating of his heart.

he mentally curses himself for not realizing the threat earlier—for not taking in the glazed look in their eyes, the misplaced smiles on their faces, the strange behavior. they had approached him and friday earlier while they were walking back to the ravenclaw common room—everything had been strangely quiet then, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. his mind too wrapped up in the silly conversation he was having with the younger. he’d only reacted when one of them had made a grab for the girl out of nowhere—a burst of magic sending them flying backward before he grabbed friday by the wrist and took off.

now here they were, running for their lives, mind racing for any sort of quick escape. he’s navigated the castle a million times over, he knows it’s layout like the back of his hand. and then he remembers where they are. the seventh floor—they need to get to left corridor, it’s not that far away. “come on.” he calls over hurriedly to the girl behind him. he tugs her a little harder.

[crfriday-blog]

it isn’t as if she saw it coming.

friday cho was by no means a seer. nor a girl capable of reading body language. nor a girl aware of her surroundings. so what if she held nothing but the older boy in her eyes? if her synapses registers nothing but him. his touch on her skin. the deep timbre of his voice, his laugh. the way sunlight catches in his eyes.

the very crux of her world in this definitive moment.

at least, that is the amount of attention the ravenclaw takes care into putting toward each and every of her friends. 

but back to the present.

back to the trepidation that creeps in between bleached bone to gnaw at the human heart with worry. 

if friday cho was meant for anything in this life, it is softness. it is tender. it is a heart she hangs from her sleeve. it is mother’s blood pumping through her veins. destined to be a healer. to help. to save.

it is not to fight. or even flight. or even fret.

friday would admit it, ever the scatterbrained basket case. as it was, she could hardly think with the rate her heart pounded in her ears. blindly following behind the older. panicked even more so, in response to his reaction. “cas—” she wheezes, feet thumping behind him like lead.

why was it that she felt more like deadweight than anything? that her mind is flooded with incessant trivial matters? that she isn’t the slightest bit helpful in any form? that even now, friday remains unsure of the danger? was there even danger? was there even reason to attack their peers?

she doesn’t dare question his judgment—she knows well enough he has never done a thing detrimental to her—but should they have left them there?

need i remind you, friday cho is good for useless things like being tender. being soft. being weak willed. being a gaping hole in one’s otherwise impenetrable armor. 

“cassy—” the younger tugs him back slightly, brows knitted in worry. her eyes, however big, however glassy, conveys exactly what its intended to as “windows” to the soul. as an indication of the fine words friday in frazzled state is unable to properly enunciate.  

“what if he’s really hurt? i mean it could’ve been a joke—” her fingers find his wand arm, gripping onto a tightly clenched fist as she speaks, voice thick with uncertainty. “maybe should we go back?” 

oh, you useless silly thing, friday. 

[crfriday-blog]

( sms, freaky friday ) Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce.

( sms: zheng zheng zheng to the tune of zoom zoom zoom ) UH 

( sms: zheng zheng zheng to the tune of zoom zoom zoom ) l ink me 

( sms: zheng zheng zheng to the tune of zoom zoom zoom ) not that i have a foot fetish or anything

( sms: zheng zheng zheng to the tune of zoom zoom zoom ) but link me i wanna see!!

[crfriday-blog]

“aves!” it’s easy to spot him in the courtyard. a hulking thing. “aves, are you free?” already her legs are swinging over the bench to wind around him, hands pressing into the soft of his back, gripping onto firm shoulders like a child climbing a jungle gym.

“you are, right?”

“wanna carry me back to the dorms?” 

as if she wasn’t already on him like a blonde mutated basket case of a koala.

@averyxcr

[crfriday-blog]

crxaria:

“okay calm down, i think you need to spend more time with the books and less of uh, babysitting the first years.”

“i don’t think they’re even up to your shoulders yet, except for that one freakishly tall kid… but maybe he’s in third year. i could be wrong.” 

"hey, it was for research purposes! i had to know. it’s important to prep for the future, y’know. in case you misplace your trust in the hands of a gemini and end up screwed over.”

"but kids grow fast, see! they’re like little sprouts right now but give it a summer and they’re gonna be like beanstalks and i will have to” she sucks in a breath between clenched teeth. dramatic for one’s pleasure. “suffer.” 

[crfriday-blog]

“so i did a casual field study in lieu of studying and i realized majority of the ravenclaw first years are geminis—”

“and so??? in conclusion, i think the only option here is to finish school and leave before they get big enough to bully me.”

[crfriday-blog]

✰ SINK OR SWIM

 it was never supposed to turn out this way. although friday cannot deny (only deep down, never out loud) that she had a penchant for being impossibly foolish. the amount of outstandings gathered at the end of every semester had nothing to do with this. at least, not when she manages to so tirelessly make a fool out of herself.

  that includes, and certainly doesn’t pertain to, situations that do her more harm than not.

  like, say, finding a permanent dwelling near grand bodies of water to study and meditate and so forth for luck. like, say, clumsily dropping her wand into the black waters of the great lake. like, say, pestering the head of house with whines and pouts till help was sent her way.

( “this is your third time, friday.” “i know, i know! but third time’s the charm—” )

 “sorry.” she bites out, torturing pink flesh between her teeth. “i know you’re like, busy or something—and you’re only here because i asked the professor and she asked you, or, well, okay, demanded you to come which honestly wasn’t my intention at all but—” the ravenclaw stops to take a short breath, expression cross between sheepish and apologetic.

 “i’m still err …sorry.”

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