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" but I am here, my legs blocks of concrete , my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. there will be no floating away. "

[davinafray]

there’s a dead girl inside me. I can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. (little girls who wish on stars don’t last long on the ground.) there’s a dead girl inside me and I’m the one who killed her.

KILLER QUEEN | M.J.

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

Sorry, just let me get all my stuff.  It’s kind of….everywhere.

“No problem. I just need to sit down before my legs give out.” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

I don’t care.

“Classy as ever, Lance.” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Actually, that’s where I usually sit, so if you could scoot your ass over someplace else, I’d be much obliged.” 

[davineclaire]

Who is in control? (insp.)

[theyoungravenclaw]

Coming Down | Fletcher and Daphne

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

Still taking nice deep breaths, Fletcher focused on steadying himself despite the range of emotions threatening to spill forth from his chest. Squeezing her hand though did make Fletcher feel a little more grounded, enough to trust that she could help make it better. “O-Overwhelmed.” He stated shakily. “I held it all in for my brothers and sisters. but now i just cant help but feel that i’m, he trailed off not even knowing where he was going with that.

Because truth be told he didn’t really know what was going on with him at the moment, this sadness and loneliness  just seeping into his bones at the last possible second.

Slowly, things started to come together, at least enough for Daphne to grasp what he was trying to say. Whatever it was that had been the cause of this, though, was still a mystery. “Okay... That’s okay... We can handle that.” How, she wasn’t sure. She hated feeling helpless, though, so she squeezed his hand again. “Breathe with me, okay?” Glancing at him, she tried to meet his eyes, to mirror her breathing with his and slow it down. It was then when she recalled the extra dorm in Hufflepuff. Currently unoccupied and probably a thousand times more comfortable than the floor they were both sitting on. But before Daphne could suggest that, she had to help Fletcher. 

She had to help him because seeing him so obviously distraught, so clearly in pain, was torture. It was almost like a cold aura around his body, like if she let her eyes stop focusing on his figure, he’d turn translucent, see through like any one of the ghosts in Hogwarts. It was a terrifying thought. So, carefully, Daphne let herself give in to him, arms at first awkward as they curled around him, until, somehow, she was hugging him, not too tightly, just in case he needed the space. 

How else she was supposed to show that she was there for him, she wasn’t sure.

[theoriginalsnews]

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Oh, well I was raised as a muggle,” Ash said off-handedly. It was pretty much true at least. But he didn’t really want to get into that with Daphne. “But I find books are a good substitute for now,”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows drew together, confusion apparent. She let it go, but sent him an odd look. “Do you only read muggle non-fiction then, or do you dabble in literature too?”

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Just been difficult that’s all really. So any good news for me?”

“Define good news. I will say, Mum sent some cookies again. You want some? I promise, they’ll cheer you right up.” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Interesting. I wonder if I continue if it could change your headache a bit. We should totally try that.”

Daphne shook her head, smiling a bit. “Maybe. I think all I need is a massage though, thanks. I have a feeling the drums will only up the ante until I feel like wringing your neck. You like your neck, don’t you, Ezra?” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

Annabelle blushed a little bit, “I never even took music until this year but I learned piano and singing as a kid and the Professor has been really helpful. You liked it?”

“Totally, yeah.” Daphne sat down by the piano, letting her finger strike a key so that a soft note fell out. “You should think about joining music club. I think you’d make a really great addition, Belle.” 

[lexi--blevins-deactivated202211]

[Hogsmeade]

“They’re nice but I don’t really think orange is my color. Nice try, though.” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Are you kidding me? If anyone can take on orange, it’s you.” 

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

[hannahraewu-blog]

[Hogsmeade]

“The best thing about Hogsmeade is better cell service.”

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“Tell me bout’ it. Can send my sister pictures from here. Lord knows, she keeps them all.” 

[theyoungravenclaw]

Coming Down | Fletcher and Daphne

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

Feeling her hand cool against his Fletcher focused on her fingers touching his, breath starting to come easier in his chest. He didn’t know why he was breaking now, maybe its because he had held it in all day. All summer.

Knowing he needed to respond though Fletcher forced himself to sit up a little, pull himself together a little, even thought thats really the last thing he wanted ot do.“I just.” He started before pausing. Because he didn’t know what was really wrong, or rather he didn’t really know how to fix it. So he just went with “It’s been a rough day”

Daphne nodded. She’d had her fair share of those. Days when it felt like the whole world sat on her shoulder, where eventually something had to come loose and fall apart. More often than not though, she managed to prevent these moments from coming in public, for obvious reasons. “I get it.” Her eyes focused on the pattern her fingers made overlapping through Fletcher’s. “Do you wanna tell me why... or...?” 

Then, she sensed the trepidation and took another leap of faith. She always seemed to be doing that around him. Strange. And weird. Wait, that’s the same thing. “You don’t have to. It’s just that... I can’t help if I don’t know what’s doing this to you... What are you feeling, Fletcher?” 

[hufflepuffheartbreaker]

“The drum circle tends to do that. You just get lost with it” Ezra looked at Daphne with a smile. “So how are you?”

“Got a bit of a headache.” She shrugged, finding no need to explain. “It’s weirdly in time to your drum circle, in fact. Coincidental, huh?”