charcoal dusted fingertips

“This is your fault, D, we could’ve just been hanging out in the common room..”

❝We do that every time. If it’s any consolation, I have learned my lesson.❞

“How do you think I feel?”

❝Grateful to be here with me?❞

responsibiility

“Doesn’t have to be so bad, you just gotta let loose a little.”

#whatwillstarter #whatwillevent

❝No amount of letting loose would make this fun.❞

#( i: rabastan. )

❝I thought this might have been somewhat enjoyable. I could not have been more wrong.❞

rabastahn

“I don’t need one, I want one, there is a difference.”

#( m: isadora. )#( answered. )

❝We all want things in life. It doesn’t mean we’ll get them.❞

#( i: barty. )

[ text ]:Are you ignoring me or did you lose your phone again? Honestly it's hard to tell. (From Isadora)

[ → Isadora ] I was busy, it was on silent. [ → Isadora ] But if I say it was lost will you calm down? [ → Isadora ] Or I can “lose” it now and you’ll have no choice.

Send for my muses's response

[ text ]: where the fuck are you?

[ text ]: do you have any tequila I can borrow?

[ text ]: please tell me you didn't abandon me here alone

[ text ]: I burned the mac and cheese. My bad.

[ text ]: Didn't I block you?

[ text ]: ......was that a sext?

[ text ]: I won rock paper scissors, time for you to pay up

[ text ]: I told you so

[ text ]: If you're not here in five minutes, don't bother

[ text ]: I found Oreos in the freezer and squeeze cheese under the sink. You have a good night?

[ text ]: I thought I told you to stop jumping on the couch. It is now broken, and I know it was you.

[ text ]: Your mom called. I told her you had syphilis. haha fuck you.

[ text ]: Are you ignoring me or did you lose your phone again? Honestly it's hard to tell.

#( playing with the fates. )

sseureki

#( she will ignite. )#( ft. nicolai. )

That nickname was only slightly better than the previous one, and Dahlia knew perfectly well that he hated them. But of course she did it anyway, that was the friendship they had. “Couldn’t think of anything,” he shrugged, putting his wand back into his pocket. “Someone’s being dramatic.. what kind of entertainment are you looking for?”

How he could, in any way, prefer Mulcibear to Nicky, Dahlia would never understand. But she wasn’t going to complain. Anything she could call him that he completely loved was clearly out of the question, so it was silly little names that she tended to stick with when bored. ❝You’re losing your edge in your old age, you know that?❞ He wasn’t that much older than she was, but that didn’t stop her calling him grandpa or old man from time to time. ❝Someone’s already tired of being here. It almost makes me miss Quidditch. Which is why I need something entertaining to fill my time. I’m not that picky.❞ Lie.

When Nic saw Dahlia he let out a humorless laugh, returning to what he was doing, though this time he was paying a little more attention to his actions. “One, don’t call me that. Two, I’d hardly call this practicing. I could do this with my eyes closed. What’re you up to then?”

❝Whatever you say, Mulcibear.❞ If it wasn’t one, it would be the other. How he had expected anything less at this point in their lives was beyond her. ❝If you can do it with your eyes closed, why bother? Aren’t there better things you could be doing with your time?❞ She pulled a slight face at his question before gesturing rather simply to the table. ❝I’m trying not to die of boredom in this castle, clearly.❞

rabastahn

“Please, elaborate.”

❝And here I was thinking you were clever enough to not need an explanation. But, if I must--❞

#( i: barty. )

rabastahn

“Depends on the context I suppose, the benefitting bit.”

❝I'd be wiling to bet it benefits less than you might think, regardless of context.❞

#( i: barty. )

Nic sat at the end of the table in the Great Hall, absentmindedly practicing for Charms later in the day. He didn’t need the practice, but as the semester had just started, his free period wasn’t dedicated to cramming or finishing assignments just yet. “You lost or something?” He asked before glancing up as someone walked in front of him.