&—- too many white lies & white lines.

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420blciseit. 

“Good; we mean no offense.” Blaise laid down on the bench – one hand cushioning the back of his head, the other holding the cigarette, legs crossed over one another – and closed his eyes. “So, Daphne… Should I keep my weekend free?”

—- “even if you did, i don’t have an ego to bruise.” she settled into leaning against him, and hummed an ‘mhm’ to the question. “parents are out. house-elves finish cleaning on thursdays and mondays. keeping your weekend free is something i’d highly recommend, if you’re interested in having some f u n.” 

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abbotthannah. 

“I mean, I personally liked the sense of duty it gave me. The fact that I earned the level of responsibility, I s’pose,” though that was half of the reason, she definitely wasn’t willing to share with Daphne Greengrass the other part of why. “Plus, I’d get FREE things sometimes.”

—- “you liked the duty of trying to herd a pack of sweaty, obnoxious, defiant teenagers into behaving?” daphne shot her a look that was the unspoken equivalent of ‘ really, abbott ? ’ 

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ycxleys. 

roman snorted, a shrug dancing on his shoulders as his eyes roamed to the ceiling. ❝some habits are hard to BREAK.❞ the cloud of smoke nestled between their two bodies fumed his vision, yet his eyes didn’t close. ❝very well. cut the bullshit  s t r a i g h t , right?❞ a pause lingered in his voice as he reached for the joint, smoke popping into the air with each word he spoke, silently handing it back to her. ❝my arse fucking stings.❞

—- “unbreakable things are always the funnest when they’re broken.” she was well accustomed to the hazy sensation of sitting beneath smoke clouds by now. hell, she was used to them by thirteen. “if you can.” a curve quirked her lips as she issued the CHALLENGE. slytherins were born bullshitters. being truthful was the real test when you were a snake. “... ride your broom too hard during the last match?” daphne queried, and plucked the joint back. “——— i cannot fucking stand the colour green. i HATE it. and i wear it nearly every day.” 

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ycxleys. 

❝it’s called being  P O L I T E  , greengrass.❞ he took the offered joint and lifted it to his lips, feeling the general lump of dread thin in his gut as it made its exit along with his remaining breath. ❝i won’t hold it against you for not recognizing the tribute of manners.❞ a scoff trailed out through his throat, an almost bitter-like smile shaping the air passing through it as he handed the joint back to the slytherin.  m a n n e r s …  how laughable in a situation as theirs, smoking in the corner of the deserted dungeons.

—- “save the NICETIES for when we’re before our parents, yaxley,” she retorted, blinking plainly at him beneath glazed eyes. she accepted the joint, toking twice again. daphne’s release added to the plume of smoke already dancing between them. “i’d much prefer honesty over playing polite. we do e n o u g h of that bleak boring shit in front of everyone else.” she offered the joint out again. 

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ycxleys. 

❝you’ve got me there, greengrass. after all, who’s better company than you, eh?❞

—- “if  I’M  the best you’ve got for company... ?” daphne snorted. she flicked out her purse and produced from it a small tin box. a joint sat snug there, before she collected and lit it up. the slytherin took a long drag, held for a moment, and exhaled. she extended the joint toward yaxley.“——— then fuck me, do i feel b a d for you.” 

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pdma.

❝I’m out of sight, out of mind.❞ @dcphne

—- “i NEVER got that. just because i can’t fucking see someone, doesn’t mean they’re not on my mind, y’know?” 

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pvrkinsons. 

Despite the odd ( it wasn’t hostile, just strange ) tension that seemed to exist between the both of them, Pansy forced herself to slow down just a bit so that Daphne could walk beside her. A conversation was easier to hold when two people were side by side, she told herself. Looking over at the other girl again, she replied with, “This? Circe designed it. You know, Circe Lockhart. Then I had my aunt custom made it at Twilfitt and Tattings.” There was a tinge of pride in her tone when she said it. The dress, Pansy knew, looked good on her. And it was the only one that looked like it, considering that it was tailored for her. “Mmhm, I do hope that I could put Blaise to shame more often, though. Don’t you think I already do, Daphne?”

—– daphne held back a brow raise when the other slytherin slowed. she was used to walking behind her. ( a literal metaphor for where pansy ranked her, a detail that she’d probably find funny later in private. ) “lockhart? no shit. i didn’t know she was into that.” the dress WAS appealing. maybe daphne would chat with the girl about a few commissions. she sensed the pride in pansy’s words, and looking in the other direction where it couldn’t be seen, it brought a smirk to her lips. daphne didn’t know why she found parkinson amusing, but she did. when she worked it off her lips, she turned back to glance at the girl. “hm?” she queried at the near-missed last sentence pansy spoke. “oh, shit yeah. blaise is pretty, he dresses to die for and all. but i’m more into girls, anyways,” she said, shrugging. “if fashion could kill, pansy,” daphne too echoed her housemate’s name, and it felt distinctly fake, like watching that muggle television show the brady bunch. but she went with it regardless, because the alternative: being on pansy’s shit list, seemed like a lot more effort than occasionally playing nice and living up to her standards. 

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juleselwyn. 

“Then why don’t you keep your COMMENTS to yourself, and find a better place to get lung cancer, hm?”

—- “not very nice, are you?” daphne commented, between cracking up, somehow amused by the girl. 

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bulstrode. 

❝Don’t fuck with my love.❞ @dcphne

—- “e a s y, millie,” she put her hands up. “i’m not granger. i’m on your side, love.” 

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cassandrarowle. 

❝Now I’ll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours.❞ @dcphne

—- “yeah, you don’t want MY heart, rowle. the only thing it gets fluttery at is the sight of a few grams of something illegal.” 

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floracarrcw. 

Flora’s laugh filled the room, “Can you imagine the look on their face? I’d almost want to get a picture of it. I think I’ll have to try for a second round with Fulgora just to make it happen.” She plucked the cigarette out of Daphne’s hand, taking a long drag before answering, “Most enjoyable things in life are, aren’t they?” Having the occasional smoke was hardly what some people would consider the worst thing about her. 

—- “that was fulgora you’re fucking?” daph snorted. “does he talk about quidditch while you’re at it? does he expect you to have a  g o l d e n  tan, little wings, be fast and fleeting? BASICALLY, do you have to pretend to be a snitch to turn him on?”  she bopped her head to the side in half consideration, half agreement, a small smile perched on her lips. “yeah. s’pose that’s why i’m a junkie stoner and you’re a slut. we ENJOY ourselves.” 

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chosenonewholived. 

– “And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb, and she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come,” Harry sung half-heartedly. Being Quidditch Captain had it’s perks, that was obvious, but one of his favorites was without a doubt the Prefects bathroom privilege. 

—- daphne was no prefect, but that didn’t stop her from OCCASIONALLY slipping into their bathroom for a little extra privacy. she chose hours that were dead, and was out before anyone knew. NO HARM, NO FOUL. however, stood stark in a closed cubicle, about to start the water, stopping still in alarm was all she could do at the sound of someone else entering. then staring their shower, and proceeding to sing. “fuck,” she said under her breath, racking her memory for the names of real prefects. she knew pansy was one, but she couldn’t swing that. flora’s little sister? hestia, that’s right. that’s who she’d pretend to be until whoever it was out there left. daphne started her own water. “y’know,” she said, above the noise of it, “frank ocean shits all over the weeknd.” 

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svsanbcnes. 

“Gross.” she commented, on this case specifically. She tried to avoid watching, as she felt awkward and imposing. “I s’pose this explains why they’ve added this area to my prefect rounds. Brilliant.”

—- “just your L U C K, bones,” daph replied, dryly. “there’s always two twats eating one another’s faces here.” truthfully, she came there to smoke, a considerably prohibited activity also. but as long as she wasn’t thick enough to get caught, right? “next time, you should just hex them to shit.”

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ycxleys. 

❝Maybe I’ll get drunk again.❞

—- “W H Y do that when i could get you high instead, and you can avoid the head ache in the morning?”

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@ginnyweez. 

❝the worst things in life come free to us.❞

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pvrkinsons. 

Her stride didn’t stop nor did it slow down when she heard Daphne utter her question. Instead, Pansy threw a glance over her shoulder briefly to reply with, “I thought you would know where we were headed before you chose your outfit? It’s a Hogsmeade weekend, Daphne, in case you’ve forgotten.” Taking her gaze off the other girl, a couple more strides followed before she added another comment. “Nowhere special, really. But there’s never anything wrong with looking good, is there?”

—- daphne HAD forgotten. a detail likely apparent to both of the two, and one she chose not to dwell on. ( not because she felt shame, but because she  k n e w  pansy wouldn’t appreciate it. daph was usually the BEST at giving people what they needed, so she took the slytherin’s subtle criticism in stride. because pansy,  n e e d e d  to be in charge. ) she kept pace just behind her shoulder. “nope,” she replied to the question. “who are you wearing, by the way?” daph asked. fashion, a neutral, safe, shared interest of theirs. “you look like you’d put blaise to shame.”

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unknxtted. 

“You have you’re own vault to be in love with, usurper.” Theo rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips as he pondered her words. “Well, if you tell me one person you wouldn’t fuck or hasn’t, that might count for something.” He knew she didn’t mind his jokes. No one was as much of a whore as Theo himself. “Yeah, Daph. He’d fuck you and then say whatever you two had was platonic.” He laughed at his own joke. “We’re fucking stoners, we’ll both be dead when you’re a ninety year old.”

—- “i’m a little woozy for ANYONE’S vault with something shiny to behold behind it,” she admitted, lips quirked at the corners. at his reply, daphne snorted a laugh. “you’re not wrong. but i mean, those were passive fucks, y’know? fucks because they were there, because why not. i’d give, i dunno, my record collection to shag plato.” daphne wasn’t one to hide her conquests, and so her track record was no secret. she cracked up yet again at the plato joke, shaking her head at him. she extended a hand to cup his face, squishing his cheeks together in an affectionate manner. “you’re SENSATIONAL when you’re baked. stay golden, theo,” daph bestowed a peck upon his forehead before releasing. “i’d be pissed if we made it passed forty. why, we’re... s u p e r n o v a s. shine bright and burn out young, yeah?”