( sugar & spice. )

@fcwley-blog

❝ There's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for. ❞ Barbara Marie Fawley. Sixth year. Gryffindor. Pureblood. Seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and member of the Astrology & Duelling Club. Lover of all things chocolate. ❝ Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness. ❞

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( gwenxgjxnes: )

“Ugh, I fucking hate showing up to parties when they’re in full swing, have I missed anything good?”

“Unfortunately, you missed some of my finest dance moves. Other than that tragedy, I think you're fine."

#i literally have no idea what's happened so far but yolo #( interactions. )#( gwenog jones. )

( dxrcsmdxws: )

“You can ask all you want, but I promise you I’m not getting out of this chair to dance with you.”

“Hmph, and here I was going to ask the same thing,” Barbara said, watching as the dejected student left to search for another dance partner. "Can I take a seat, at least?"

#hey hey i'm drizzle!#( interactions. )#( dorcas meadowes. )

( traceyjohnscn: )

··“ champagne’s nice. But I’d rather have hot chocolate, · hot chocolate and marshmallows. But do you think this ball would have any of that?·No. ` ·The final word is accompanied with a silly face and a childish pout.

“How about this? If you dance with me, I’ll sneak down into the kitchen once the party’s over and make you the best hot chocolate this castle has to offer.”

#hey i'm drizzle!!#( tracey johnson. )#( interactions. )

( eglantinepuffet: )

“What? I’m stuffing food in my purse and I’m not BLOODY ashamed of it, just because half of you lot are living rich, doesn’t mean I do,” Puffy commented as she put food in her purse that was of course lined with plastic as to not get her purse too dirty. “Besides, this is a very very practiced method, if anything you should m a r v e l i n g at my process. Asking my brilliant arse for pointers.”

“Not judging, just thought I’d recommend the muffins. I reckon they’ve changed the recipe; they somehow taste better than ever or maybe that's the alcohol talking," Barbara mused, snatching a chocolate muffin for herself. It was true, she really wasn't judging the younger girl, though she did pity the fact that she felt the need to stock up on food. Trying to keep any trace of it off her face, she instead offered her a small smile. "Enjoying the party?"