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isaaxgreen:

“Oh no that I don’t have. But I know sort of understand how gossip works I think and I know that if people find something they think is interesting they’ll get locked onto it a lot quicker than you would hope… If you hope people are good anyway.” Isaac shrugged a little. “But if you need my help I don’t mind, I’m pretty sure people are always talking about how I’m a little weird anyway.”

“I would like your help, I think. Yes,” Eberle replied thoughtfully, running a hand through her mane of curls carefully. “If people already talk about you, you probably know better than me how to get people talking.” For once, Eberle wished someone gossiped with her, then she’d know what they said about this boy. She liked to know things, but she didn’t like friends, and it was hard to know things at Ilvermorny when you didn’t have real friends.

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isaaxgreen:

“Well then I think what you need to do is create some bigger story. Something more interesting that people will want to talk about more than that. Create a scandal.” Isaac tried to just skip over talking about the therapy sessions, it didn’t seem like the sort of thing people wanted to talk about.

Eberle’s head tilted at his words, eyes flicking over him thoughtfully. “A scandal sounds like something I could definitely do,” she replied after a moment’s pause. “You sound like you have an idea for a scandal. Do you?”

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daviselicraft:

“For some reason I already knew that.” Davis said as he took his shot glass and proceeded to take the shot and bite down on the lime very quickly. His grimace was somewhat lighter than the first, “Ugh the limes meant to help but it doesn’t do much now does it.”

She grinned as he downed the shot, the warmth from the pit of her stomach spreading ever slowly through her body’s extremities, her vision getting brighter and hazier ever-so-slightly. “I feel like it does, but honestly, limes are fucking gross and they only taste good in this context.”

#daviselicraft

vespira-fontaine:

“Really? It’s just so mesmerizing that sometimes I forget we’re in class.”

“Really? I don’t think I could ever forget I’m in class. The history is just so boring.”

#vespira fontaine

elizabeth--burwell:

“Evidently.”

“Is there anything you don’t find boring?

“I like drinking, parties. Unless they’re bad parties. I like being outside when you’re not supposed to at, like, 3am.”

#elizabeth burwell

daviselicraft:

Davis took the lime and looked it over, “Since you’re offering me a lime this time I suppose I could do another.”

“Good,” she said, handing him a shot glass once she had filled it. “I wouldn’t have accepted no for an answer, though,” she added, lifting her own shot glass and clinking it against his. “Bottoms up,” she finished with a mischievous grin, downing her shot in one and biting into the lime immediately after.

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daviselicraft:

“Clearly you’re right,” Davis smiled at her as he took another swig of the the whiskey. “And I can’t believe you prefer tequila, but here we are sweetharte.”

Eberle laughed, rolling a lime out of her pocket. She flicked her wand a few times before she succeeded in slicing the lime into even slices. She handed him a line. “Will you do another shot with a lime, though?” she asked.

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flossieja:

“Yes! They keep you the warmest and just make you wanna cuddle down on a cold day.”

“Yeah, and wear an oversized sweater and some warm leggings. Definitely.”

#flossieja

daviselicraft:

Davis watched Eberle choke down the whiskey, he tried to hide his smirk at her discomfort. “I guess it depends on the drinker then, the tequila was hell, but this baby?” Davis gestured to handle of jack’s, “That’s what I prefer.”

“Clearly, we’re both strong,” she said with a soft smile as the familiar feeling of warmth settled in the pit of her stomach. “Just in different ways. Can’t believe whiskey is what you prefer to tequila, though.”

#daviselicraft

flossieja:

“Dang it, I might go look for them anyway, but I just wanted them cause they’re warm.”

“Are they fuzzy on the inside? Those are the best kind of socks.”

#flossieja

isaaxgreen:

“Oh. I’m sorry?” Isaac hated himself a little for his tone, he just didn’t want to make some sort of big deal out of it. It seemed like the last thing the girl wanted. “Maybe they think that you still need to get things off yoru chest about it or something?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Eberle replied, fluttering her hand dismissively. “I definitely don’t. Not to mention I still have mandatory biweekly counseling sessions, so even if I did, it would already be off my chest,” she added, though it was not technically true. These sessions were mostly Eberle staring boredly at her counselor with nothing to say.

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oli-blishwick:

Oliver was slightly surprised at her words, not expecting her to agree with him at all. “You have no idea? Like, at all?” He questioned, the idea foreign to him. Ever since he could remember, he’d known what he wanted to do. “I…I’m sorry. I can’t imagine - I love going home in the summer.”

“Nope. I kinda just want to marry rich and chill for the rest of my life, but I’m not really the marriage type, y’know? At least not yet or whatever,” she said with a shrug. “Where do you live?” she asked, trying to tactfully change the subject. There was nothing she hated more than talking about her home life and how it all revolved around her dead sister.

#oli blishwick

darcylang:

“I mean, if you enjoy sounding ignorant, more power to you.” Darcy shrugged, disinterested. “It’s crowded and it smells.” He said shortly - that was his entire opinion on the city. “I much prefer the French countryside.”

“You could say that about any big city: New York, San Francisco, Chicago. All crowded and smelly, but still pretty,” she replied, rolling her eyes at him. “Oh, the French Countryside,” she replied with a scoff. “And what makes the French Countryside so much better than anywhere else?”

#darcylang

isaaxgreen:

“I feel like there’s a story here that I’m missing but that it’s also widely inappropriate to ask you about it and now I don’t know how to proceed.”

“It’s not a story. My sister died before last year. It happened. It’s over. People have got to move on.”

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daviselicraft:

“Agreed Harte,” Davis said, pulling the bottle of Jake from his bag. “No lime is a death sentence, I don’t care if it makes me ‘appreciate’ them more.” Davis took the top off the bottle and took a swig, before offering it to her. “This on the other hand is smooth as silk.”

Eberle accepted the bottle, taking a long drink before forcing herself to swallow. She tried to hide the grimace it evoked. “Not as smoothly as the vodka did, I have to say,” she replied, gagging exaggeratedly when the liquid was finally down her throat.

#daviselicraft

flossieja:

“Yes! Along with Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle. I’ll have to run up there and go look for them!”

“Oh, I dunno if it had all the pokemon on it. I only noticed the pikachu. They might not be yours.”

#flossieja

flossieja:

“Has anyone seen my pokémon socks, I can’t find them anywhere!”

“I thought I saw some socks with pikachu in the girls’ bathroom on the 3rd floor. Do your socks have pikachu on them?”

#flossieja

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