[parisgellrs]

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julian.

“Marie…” Julian pulled his friend into a hug.  “You won’t be alone, okay? You have me, and I know that that’s not what you went but still, it matters.  And that’s not what love is, okay,” he smiled slightly, remembering his own experience with it even though he may have never said the word.  “Love is never feeling like you’re not good enough again, because while maybe that person can do better they’re very clear you’re what they want.  And it hurts, yes, but when you find love, real love, it’s so completely worth it, I promise. Don’t give up on it because some stupid guy didn’t realize that all he could ever want was right in front of him.”

                                         She won’t - she absolutely will not break into tears at the soft, pitying way he says her name. The last time he said her name like that was after the death of her mum, and that’s because nothing ever felt gut-wrenching enough to make her cry. Until now. His embrace is the final straw as she hides her wet countenance in his shoulder, unable to respond for fear he’ll realize she’s crying like an idiot (as if he can’t feel it soaking through his shirt or anything). It has been exactly three weeks since the incident happened and she hasn’t allowed herself to feel it the entire time. Part of her is infuriated with the Ravenclaw for breaking down that wall; another part of her is relieved that he’s her best friend and not some stranger in the corridor. 

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bryony.

“Marie, honestly, there’s no need to flatter me.  I’m very aware that I’m not particular special and that’s fine.” She sighed, really, it was fine, but it wasn’t fun.  “Yeah, since second year.”

                                      "Honestly, Bry, you’ve known me for a long time - why would I flatter you? I don’t flatter anyone, you know this. Fine, you’re not some majestical being that can walk on water or anything, but you’re kind and you’ve got that dorky thing that whoever the bloke is would find adorable. And you really are gorgeous, like it’s unnecessary how gorgeous you are,” she pauses, shooting the other a fake envious look before smiling, “so no, it’s not flattery; it’s the bloody truth. He’d be damned lucky with you by his side. So just go for it, love!” 

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alecto.

Alecto couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the rest of the student population that happened to constantly flicker their gaze towards the pair. “I don’t see why not. It’s never too late for a career change, even if it does happen to be a badass princess,” she shrugged. The Slytherin shot a glare at the two students chattering about standing conveniently behind Marie and silenced them. “But yeah, I’m Alecto. And I’m afraid that those rumors are indeed, false. Why bite off the head of a snake and tattoo its blood on my arm when I reached my tenth degree black belt? I think that’s more of an accomplishment than another act of savagery.”

                             “Congratulations! How long did it take you to get that? - And for the record, I didn’t believe them, actually. Nothing about you screams psychopath.” 

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fatima.

“It’s okay, don’t apologize – I get it, but we’ll get you to the Hospital Wing and you’ll be fixed up in no time, I can promise you that you won’t miss any matches or anything of the sort. I’ve broken a lot of bones playing Quidditch and I’ve always gotten fixed right up and then been able to play the next match. ” Fatima attempted to assure Marie, with a bright reassuring smile. “Positive. I’d much rather be helpful anyway, so I swear that I don’t and that I don’t mind helping you.”

                               She honed in on the other’s words, desperately seeking a distraction from the pain in her leg. Eyes followed them as she limped (with the help of Fatima) to the Hospital Wing. “Entertainment’s so hard to find these days,” the young brunette murmurs, flashing a smirk towards the other students who hadn’t taken a class in Minding Their Own Business 101 it seems. 

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clara.

“–Oh, sorry!” Clara murmurs as she offers a hand to the Gryffindor. “I figured we could wait till the nineties, I hear they’re going to be to die for.” She joked.

                                           “Not bad, Bagnold - not good, either, but ...” She teases, accepting the hand and standing to her feet. She pushes back the chestnut-colored mess that was her hair from her face and takes a good look at the other. “Where was your mind just now? If you’re not careful, you could be doing a graceful dive like moi.” 

[chandlerbings]

[lisaaubrey-deactivated20160209]

Arching an eyebrow at the sign before her, Lisa took a step ahead, looking down at the girl, trying to understand why she looked so pissed “Look, you clearly need help. You won’t make it easy to class - or better, to the hospital wing”

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                               “Nope, I’ll be just fine, thanks.” Try telling that to the throbbing pain in your leg, Marie. She presses her lips into a thin line, annoyed by the evident helplessness she radiated. “Bleeding Hell, fine. I need some help.” 

[b-agatela]

[dirtbagmarbles]

@julianshafiq

[chloebennet4]

[dirtbagmarbles]

julian.

“You say that every time.  I give you a week, tops.” He pointed out.  “Okay, so what’s really got you so down?”

                             She wanted to say something witty; something truly Marie-esque. Her default is to joke about things that she deems foolish, but for once, looking into Julian’s eyes, she doesn’t want to push her feelings aside. For once, she’d like to be selfish and allow someone to see the pain that she’s been caused. Her fingers trail to her mother’s locket, tracing the outline as she tries to decide what to tell him. - - - A minute later, her fingers still, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “The thing is I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life, Julian. But .... I’m afraid ....” Whoa, easy there. Tears were not part of the deal. And wasn’t this supposed to be fun? If Marie looked at her best friend now, she’d surely break into a million, sentimental pieces, so she keeps her eyes closed. Once the lump in her throat is significantly smaller, she continues. “He really hurt me that day ... and nothing, not even the first time I broke my arm, will compare to the pain I’m feeling now. And if love is never having the chance to show someone I’m worthy ... or someday, down the road, he finds someone else better like those two downstairs .... then I don’t want it.” 

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bryony.

“I think it’s more what he hasn’t said that gives me that impression.”

                                       “Oi, pretty girl, I’m having a hard time believing someone would be that stupid not to see you the same way. He’s lucky you fancy him out of any guy you could have, in fact,” she nudges her friend with an encouraging smile. “Maybe he’s taking his time. Love is frightening and it’s nothing that you did, of course. Maybe he’s just scared. - - - Have you known him for a long time??” 

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damon.

“I’m sure that’s not the case, love,” he chuckled, reaching up to fix his quiff just a bit. “Well I reckon it’d hurt, I mean you didn’t just take a small tumble down the stairs.”

                                   A low, exasperated groan escapes her lips as she examines the aftermath of the fall. Her books had flown out of her grasp and scattered around them, her assignments having been stamped with footprints big and small. Her attention returns to the other with a small smile. “If the thought of staying in bed didn’t sound appealing before, it sure as Hell does now,” she joked, stooping to get a nearby textbook. 

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alecto.

“Oi, well that sounds like a series of unfortunate events,” Alecto grimaced slightly at the girl’s story. “Well hey, I don’t see anything wrong with being a princess that can take matters into her own hands. Be a badass princess. Who cares what others say? Fuck the system.”

         “Okay .... yeah!! A badass princess .... that’s what I’ll be!! Forget Quid; I have found a new dream, ladies and gentlemen!!” She announces it to the crowd of students moving their way past them in the corridor, people who were previously shooting glances in their direction after her fall from grace. They scattered at the raise of her voice, faces drawn to each other as if they were in conversation the entire time. Marie rolls her eyes, brushing off the dirt from her skirt. “You’re .... Alecto, right?? Word is you bit the head off of a snake last summer and tattooed its blood on your arm.” 

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julian.

“Now jokes like that are what take me back in time.” He joked.  “You seem under the impression I’ll choose dare though.  But fine, I’ll go first, truth or dare?”

                                                 Marie rolls her doe-brown hues, chucking a blue worm at him. “Oi, if you don’t choose dare at some point in this game, I’m never talking to you again,” she warns, though they both know that she might stick true to her word for a week before she starts to miss him. “And I pick .... truth.” 

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bryony.

Bryony sighed in defeat.  “What’s the point in talking about it though, it’s not as if he’ll ever like me back.”

                               Victory was inevitable; Bryony didn’t have a chance once the Gryffie used her interrogational skills. Marie frowns at what the other says, holding up a finger. “So .... you know this ... because you’ve already had a chat with him, right?? It’s the only thing that makes sense - I mean - you would’ve had to hear it coming from his mouth directly for that to be the end.” 

[oliviascolmans]

[dirtbagmarbles]

@bryony-peters