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Childhood Memories

Send me an age and my muse will tell you one thing that happened to them when they were that age that they will never forget.

[crsydney]

b-e-h-a-v-e

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crsydney:

           SETTING: HOGWARTS KITCHEN, 1:32AM            CHARACTERS: TWEEDLE DEE AND TWEEDLE DUM ASS (@crxrina)

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     it is the moon. there is no other explanation for it. at least, not one that sydney would sooner accept. after all, this wasn’t typical pisces behavior—what it was was typical scorpio moon behavior. which, sydney fitted the bill almost perfectly (as if her psyche attached itself to the description itself). and in which, it is perfectly fine for her to be here.

     fingers laced tight with another. hand lifting to tickle the grand pear before them.

          well, you live and then you die.

     “cmon, rina.” the ravenclaw ushers the gryffindor into the entrance, excitement climbing with her appetite as the warmth of the kitchen and a scent of something sweet envelops her.

     “do you think they’re still mad from last time…” sydney trails off, dollish eyes staring into the multiple pairs that stared back. and now, she figures, moon sign or not — now this might not have been a very good idea.

     “i—haha—” the laugh is awkward to the point of painful, using her grip on her friend to tug her forward and between her and them. “rina wants to apologize for last time… you know… the thing with the pie and all.”

     sydney offers her friend a nudg between ribs. eyes widening to the point of bulging and smile forced (frozen). “right?” she speaks through her teeth, head jerking toward the direction of the elves. 

     “right, rina?”

      you do know we’re not leaving till we get what we came for, right?

you know, rina really thought she could go two more years without ever stepping foot in hogwarts’ kitchens again and thus, avoid the wrath of the kitchen elves. she had a dream the night of the incident where they were incessantly poking her with forks for her sins, eerily reminding her of what repentance in hell supposedly looks like.

it was a prophetic vision.

she’s sure of it.

alas, her plans are foiled when she gives in to her platonic soulmate’s request to get food from the kitchens to satisfy their late night cravings. goddammit.

“last time happened a month ago, i’m pretty sure the memory is still fresh in their minds.” rina grumbles, letting herself get pulled along into the kitchens. she noticeably tenses when the elves stop at what they’re doing to stare at the two fools that disturb them. then sydney decides it’s a good idea to use rina as a barrier between them.

her gaze lands on a fork in one of their hands and it takes all her willpower not to sprint out, though at the moment, she isn’t really opposed to the idea of sydney taking her place.

“what—” she winces when her ribs are jabbed and shoots a harmless glare at her friend. then she plasters an apologetic smile on her freckled face, praying that everything goes according to plan.

not that they had one anyways.

“yeah, i’m really sorry about last time. had a bad case of butter fingers that day, y’know?” they all blink at the same time and she gulps when they remain silent. “i really didn’t mean it, it was totally an accident! i mean, i was aiming for syd’s face, not the tray of pastries... so yeah, i’m super duper sorry!”

please don’t curse me to eternal damnation with forks.

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/: annoyed i can't take you to the movies because they dont allow snacks

“aw, it’s okay! we can sneak some in — wait a minute…”

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crocean:

sundays are days lazily spent. days spent in good conscience (days you say you’ll be productive, but you’re here, skipping out on practice to sunbathe with an ex-lover-current-annoyance) and days meant to enjoy oneself.

not that he was particularly enjoying himself (then again, the premise here is a study group—sure, one ocean has utterly abandoned by the time he flipped open to the assignment, but then again, the thought of having to study is tiring), at least, not yet.

his fingers itch toward his phone, suddenly curious as to how the lighting looked—how sunlight splayed across melanin skin and handsome features—yeah, how did he look on this day?

“hm?” the gryffindor boy barely notes her words, phone switched open to his front camera as he surveyed his appearance, fingers running through his hair to fix the occasional mess here and there.

although there’s a significant pause once he realizes, head tilting slightly to reveal one (unimpressed) eye to the girl.

“one, you don’t have any money. and two, he would never listen to a girl.” 

his nose sniffs, slightly upturned.

“what do you want him for anyway? toad races aren’t a thing anymore, rina.”

it is times like this that make rina properly consider her friendship (they’re friends, trust) with ocean. sure, she’s annoying most of the time at times. but his narcissism could easily rival her admittedly obnoxious behaviour.

but hey, at least she’s self aware.

she swears her eye twitches at his reply. of course, she knew toad races aren’t a thing anymore! does she look like a grandma to him? the temptation to swat his phone off his hand grows, but instead, she scowls and narrows her eyes at him.

“are you saying your toad is a misogynist?” she plucks grass from the dirt and lays it out on her exposed left thigh one by one. “like owner, like toad, i guess. i see the resemblance.”

she flicks a blade of grass at his smug face. the ambition in her eyes does not simmer down.

“i want to join the frog choir — hey, why do they call it a frog choir when you guys use toads? isn’t that sorta-very misleading?”

her brows are furrowed once again.

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( #BANANARINANA ON HOOTER ! ft. @crsydney, @crwally, @crocean )

there’s a lot of pictures of her friends and hardly anything of anything that isn’t... human, not even moose. she loves to edit them with emojis and some additional enhancements. statuses often have an excessive usage of exclamation marks, which pretty much sums her up. being half muggle with an access to the fascinating world of the internet and muggle social media, rina is no stranger to referencing vines and memes 👉😎👉

someone get her off this fucking app

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catastrophe.

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crcai:

Cai has his head up, looking at Rina with an enough amount of worry and annoyance. This girl, really, is a handful. But the Slytherin isn’t complaining, because maybe, deep down that annoyance, is actual care. He crosses his arms, listening to what the other has to say. 

“Bloody hell–” 

He exclaims, watching the younger recline and hang on the branch as if it’s some game– which Cai guesses, might actually be. “Get down there, Rina” he says, arms unconsciously lifting up to reach her like an actual father. 

There’s hidden panic on his features, but he tries his best to not look too invested. Maybe if he hardly pays attention to her, she’ll might want to go away. He sighs, extending his arms forward. “Jump and I’l catch you” he says before gazing at Rina again. “Properly– jump properly” he adds. 

she almost lets out a laugh when she sees him raise his arms. as if his arms will ever grow that long to be able tor each her from up here — though, maybe there’s a spell for that. the corner of rina’s lips tugging into a playful smile before she grabs hold of the branch above her for support as she stands up with wobbly knees. 

“okay, if you say so...”

however, her fun is short-lived when cai clarifies his statement. she pouts. 

“alright, fine.” partypooper, she adds in her head. once she’s balanced and ready to go, she takes a small leap that is not as dramatic as she planned her initial one to be but, it is a lot more safer.

she lets out a small giggle when she lands in his arms and looks up at him.

“you’re gonna grow a wart if you keep worrying so much, you worry wart.”

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Some dude: Hey bro you got the time?

Me: Yeah it’s fuckinuuuuuh [pulls a cat out of the inside of my jacket and looks it dead in the eyes] about 6pm

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cheat day 💌

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crwally:

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Another paper airplane glides into a smooth landing, its wings fluttering the napping girl’s hair but doing nothing to wake her. He squirms in his seat, pouts at a square of parchment, and dips his quill into the inkwell with a jittery, agitated grip. “If she doesn’t wake up soon, I’ll be out of pick-up lines,” he sighs.

His ex-girlfriends and former flings can agree that Wallace Gothel isn’t a man of patience. His need to live life in the fast lane seems cute – pinch his cheeks and tease him for being spoiled until he blushes cute – while dating. But, breakups have a funny way of exposing a person’s faults for the first time. What were once endearing quirks become irredeemable flaws and his past loves will make clear that he’s not just impatient. Their angry howlers will let all of hogwarts know he’s an impatient, immature, all-around heartbreaking brat. 

They forget what they originally saw in him. Or rather, they pretend to forget the intrigue of dating a king still growing into the crown. Great things are expected of him and he has big shoes to fill, but he’s not ready yet. He’s not ready to play politics as the future head of the Gothel estate. He’s not ready to pursue music without worrying about the disapproval of his aunt. And he’s certainly not ready for commitment. Yet when relationships sour, his exes are frustrated to have fantasized about the finished product rather than accept him as a work in progress. 

Rina and himself never quite reached that sour stage. They’re still as passionate and intrigued about each other’s “work in progress” as ever. But depending on who you ask, they may have never broken up.

There’s a portion of the student body that thinks they might still be together, but agree on a cheat day every few weeks.

Wally scribbles a generic note about “oh, how I miss you! :(” and “sleeping beauty? come sit with me like we used to :((((” onto the parchment. The other paper airplanes had his favorite lines of “but you’re different” and “you’re not like other girls”. He messes up the folding of the airplane and crumples up the paper, deciding to throw it as is. 

But, his aim is off. 

And he knocks over someone’s drink – which is definitely not allowed in the library – and it splashes onto Rina. Wally winces, but he can’t help the little voice inside his head saying: “Well…the only way to wake this Sleeping Beauty is to dump a bucket of water on her head anyway.”

as per usual rina caro fashion, the gryffindor girl has fallen asleep while attempting to study in the library once again.

with an ancient runes test coming up, she had decided to head to the library with her textbook tucked under her arm and determination in her eyes. she did make it past the first chapter of what she was supposed to be revising, but it didn’t last for long as her eyelids slowly drooped down and her arms slowly gave in, allowing her head to rest right on top of the book which now serves as a pillow. 

as most of her textbooks do.

as she dozes off into dreamland, she feels something poke her on her arm. throughout her dream of some strange technicolour haze, she constantly feels the pokes but only stirs awake when the side of her face suddenly feels cold and wet. lazily blinking, she sits up (barely) and uses her sleeve to wipe her face, slowly moving away her book from the spilled drink because god forbid her pillow get wet.

it is then when she notices the paper airplanes surrounding her. after reading a few of them, she looks to her left and instantly, her face brightens and it’s as if she’s wide awake.

studying just got a lot more fun.

“wally!” she exclaims a little more louder than the usual library appropriate volume, picking up her book and getting up to sit right next to him. the blonde is arguably one of her favourite people here at hogwarts — much to no one’s surprise given their very close relationship. it’s almost as if they haven’t broken up at all. except they did. aside from that, nothing has changed.

once she’s seated, rina leans in to give him a quick hug before letting go with a playful scowl on her face. “hey, you woke me up from my nap.” she crosses her arms. “that wasn’t very nice.”

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bc im forgetful n slow as heck! also like this if u wanna plot 🤧

writing for:

@crcwan // starter

waiting for (take ur time!!!!):

@crcai // catastrophe

@crocean // push pull

@crpenelope // fall from grace

@crwally // starter

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sydney & @crxrina aka tweedle dee and tweedle dum ass

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raccoons and their… little hands

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I try to be frisky But emotions seem to throw me back

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