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âOr a snake,â Clare said pointedly with a smirk, looking back at him.
âhiss hiss motherfuckersâÂ

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golden-clareâ:
âOr a snake,â Clare said pointedly with a smirk, looking back at him.
âhiss hiss motherfuckersâÂ
golden-clareâ:
âNever,â Clare agreed, shaking her head with a grin, looping her arm through his as they walked back toward the castle. âAnd you donât want to see how vicious I can be in an argument either.â
I bet youâre like a tiger, but with wordsâ he grinned looking over at her.
golden-clareâ:
âYeah. I probably shouldâve figured that,â Clare admitted. âBut itâs whatever. I donât really think weâd work well as friends anyway. Weâre both too stubborn, I think.â She shook her head.
âyeah, you would butt heads too much, and I wouldnât want to be anywhere near the two of you having an argument. Neither of you would back downâ
golden-clareâ:
âShut up,â Clare said, shoving him to the side, unable to help but laugh herself, though. âI know, it was stupid. But, I donât know. I guess I thought maybe sheâd loosened up since everything or that sheâd at least take it as an offering of friendship or whatever. But she went straight to practically accusing me of being a criminal.â
âI donât think people like Granger loosen upâ he shook his head a little âsheâs probably more wound up since Potter and Weasley arenât around anymoreâ
golden-clareâ:
âWhatever. It just bothers me that she thinks she can stick her nose into my business. I mean, I was offering one to her as a gesture of friendship and she threatened to report me,â Clare said with a frown.
âwait a second....you offered a joint to Hermione Granger?â he couldnât help the laugh that came out. âBallsy move Goldsworthyâ
golden-clareâ:
âYeah, I get that. That know-it-all Granger made a huge stink about my weed, so I had to come out here to smoke. So inconvenient,â Clare said with a roll of her eyes.
âoh come on a little fresh air is niceâ he joked a little
golden-clareâ:
âWhy? Do you run funny or something?â Clare asked with a faint grin, turning toward the castle to start walking that way.
âthink of it more like having alone timeâ
golden-clareâ:
Clare studied him for a moment before nodding absently. âYeah, okay. Iâll think about it. But thatâs all I can say for now,â she said, moving to stand and brushing off her robes. âWhy were you running in the woods anyway?â
âJust trying to clear my head, and the quidditch pitch is being used and there were too many students wandering around parts of the grounds. It was away from people. It sounds stupid, but I donât like running when others are aroundâ
golden-clareâ:
âOkay, but for the record you did say âwe should have sexâ and not âdo you want to have sexâ so you werenât even asking me, just sort of assuming Iâd be fine with it,â Clare said pointedly, finishing her joint and flicking the butt of it into the trees.
âWell just because I think we should doesnât mean I wouldnât respect your wishes if you think we shouldnât. Iâm a lot of things, but a forceful asshole isnât one of themâ
golden-clareâ:
âSo what makes you think I want it?â Clare asked, staring at him as she took another long drag off her joint, nearly finishing it. She held the smoke for a moment before exhaling into his face, raising an eyebrow.
âDidnât say you did. Just putting the offer out there if you did or do in the future.â he said waving some of the smoke from his face. âand like I said, no strings attached. I donât fall in love with you and you donât fall in love with me. Just friends who have seen each other naked.â
golden-clareâ:
Clare stared at him as he rambled. She took a long drag off her joint, trying to understand what he was talking about. âSure, if a friend wants to have sex with you, you oblige them âcause you care about them, okay. Makes sense, I guess. But youâre the one asking me, here, so that implies that you want to have sex with me. So ⌠why? Is that your way of asking to be my friend? Is that how you cement a friendship?â
âI umm, I guess so, yeah. I - not that Iâm not friends with people I havenât had sex with. I still have those. Probably have more friends I havenât slept with than ones I have. Itâs just always there if they want it.â
golden-clareâ:
Clare nearly choked on her next drag when she heard his suggestion. She coughed for a moment, swallowing hard, as she shook her head to clear it before turning to frown at him skeptically. âAre you serious?â she asked. âI thought you said you were gay.â
âIf someone wants to have sex I have sexâ he shrugged once again âbesides, you wouldnât be the first girl Iâve slept with. Iâve slept with some before. Not strange girls...my friends. I have sex with my friends if they want to. I just care about them in different ways than I do guys....some guys...one guy. I mean, itâd be fun right? If youâre into it. Thereâd be no strings attached for either of us. No expectations.â
golden-clareâ:
âYou want to talk about it?â Clare offered after a moment, extending her joint out to him.
âwhatâs the point of talking when it doesnât change anythingâ he took the joint from her, taking a hit off of it, and then another quick one before holding it back out to her. âwe should have sexâ he said after a moment ânot right now, but sometime, when weâre bored enough and thereâs nothing else to doâ
golden-clareâ:
Clare raised her eyebrows. âReally? Being attacked by a werewolf is low on your list of worst things?â she asked skeptically, her heart gradually slowing to a normal rate.
âbelieve me there are worse things that can happenâ
golden-clareâ:
After her unfortunate run-in with Granger, Clare had taken to spending more time outside with her joints, away from school grounds. She was enjoying one of said joints, when a rustling in the woods startled her. She sat up, tense, and only relaxed when she saw it was Gavin coming out of the woods. Shaking her head, she leaned back against the tree she was sitting beside, returning the joint to her lips.
âYou know there could be werewolves in there,â she told him nonchalantly, trying to pretend she hadnât been frightened by his sudden appearance, though her heart was pounding quickly in her chest.
âDonât those only come out during a full moon?â he asked looking over at her, still trying to catch his breath. âbesides, that wouldnât be the worst thing to happen, right?â he gave a soft chuckle and shrug.
There were few moments Gavin ever had to himself, running on the grounds or on the quidditch pitch was one of them. Every now and then heâd venture out into the forbidden forest, but that often required not getting caught or being able to talk his way out of getting in trouble. Some of these attempts were more successful than others.Â
Today had been one of those days that heâd gone into the forest, running to clear his mind of all the images and sounds he still couldnât get out of his head. Maybe he should talk about it, but why? Why, when it wouldnât change anything? Why, when others had lost more than he had? So, instead, he ran and ran and ran until he had come back around to where the edge of the forest met the edge of the grounds.
floracarrowrpgâ:
Flora looked around, noticing that the room was vacant of people who had been there earlier. She quickly looked at her watch, eyes growing wide as she realized how much time had passed. âLike..five hours,â she admitted, making a face. She hadnât felt the passing of time, her textbook being far more interesting than the idea of leaving. âI guess I got carried away. Anyway, what are you studying?â
âFive hours.â he repeated, âimpressiveâ he added as he reached to grab another bit to pop in his mouth. Gavin turned the book over to look at the front of it, âCharms. What about you?â he really had to wonder what kind of subject had her studying for five hours. âChocolate?â he offered holding the bag out to her