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@inter-se-blog
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“I knew it. You really would be upset if I took over Italy without you.”
A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
Cressida Rosier & Reginald Cattermole { Snidley & Ace - A Study }
@inter-se
Lucy stood in the middle of the great hall, egg in her hair, orange juice dripping from her clothes, and a stunned expression on her face. The chaos around had gone mostly quiet (with the evidence of flown food still on the majority of surfaces). She shook her head. “I swear I had nothing to do with this,” she said emphatically. “Okay, well maybe there was a cereal bowl involved - but I definitely didn’t start it. My money’s on Mousey.”
“Well aren’t you a fucking menace,” Cressida comments through a mouthful of toast, and stands up from her seat with no particular rush. The amicability is there mostly because the entire mess barely grazed her, so cleaning it off wouldn’t take long. “Want to get out of here before they pin this on us?”
Greer looked left and right, making sure that stupid librarian wasn’t around before throwing at Cressida’s head a small paper crunched together into a ball. “Psss, pssss,” she hissed, placing her forearms on the desk and leaning forward, her weight resting on her arms, “hey, Rosier! You’re, like, smart, right?”
@inter-se
Sid looks up and instantly wonders if she should flip off her future sister-in-law just out of support for Theo. But sibling relationships, she figures, are fucking complicated - and almost always up for amending and fixing. Or such is the hope.
“That’s the general idea, yeah,” she throws the crunched up ball of paper right back, but in the interest of cooperation looks open to whatever. “Why, you need help?”
I ALSO WANT ALL THE MEMES FOR SID, STILL UR FAULT
@inter-se
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Sid Vicious: Check mark that one off your listSend “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Sid Vicious: Could you stop fucking fixing my shit? I’m getting spoiled.Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Sid Vicious : Gone girl. Fix. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Sid Vicious : whatsit there afterasd we fisx everything?Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Sid Vicious : I got contacted for a couple of assholes. Let’s fix them together for old time sake.Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Sid Vicious : I can’t sleep. Come read a boring paper to me and fix it.Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Sid Vicious : She was supposed to be mine. I hope your taint catches an endless hell flame.Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Sid Vicious : Were you named after your family goat?Send “@” for a SCARED text. Sid Vicious : I can’t fix this. I need help. It’s Alice. I can’t fix AliceSend “&” for a LOVING text.Sid Vicious: I’m glad I’m not the only one.Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Sid Vicious : Who wears the condom? You or Theo?Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.Sid Vicious: I JUST BROKE YOUR RECORD. FIX THAT HAHAHAH.fuckSend “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.Sid Vicious: If you got a problem with Sid, then you have an even bigger one with me.Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. Sid Vicious : I have to fix you.
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“I love you, Sid. I care about you too.”
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advictoriamxnott:
Theo considers that for a moment, assessing the merits of the argument. “Wouldn’t such faith be delusional, though? I fail to see how that would help you stay sane.”
He’s getting tired of studying, wants to take a break, but he’s not going to be the one to suggest it. Instead he pulls out his latest impulse steal– a switchblade– and begins to fidget with it. It’s surprisingly helpful, he supposes he can finally see why people carry them around.
“False hope is equally debilitating– I don’t expect our classmates to rise to our level any time this century, so isn’t it best to create our own curriculum and leave them to their mediocrity?”
“I’m all for being realistic, but by Merlin, not entirely. A bit of self-delusion every now and then does no harm as long as you stay conscious of the fact. At least to some extent.” Sid drums the opposite ends of her quill on the table, wondering if any of this makes sense when said aloud. “Kinda saves you the nerves?”
Leaning on the back of her chair to take refuge in an unspoken, unofficial break that was this conversation, she scoffs in lazy amusement at Theo’s words. Then looks at him, and notices a switchblade.
The switchblade.
Cressida would, at this point, recognize it anywhere. Evan’s favourite inanimate toy; coincidentally the star of most student’s nightmares. An unnecessary amount of attention drawn to your weapon of choice, but not like Mulciber ever fucking listens.
“Theo,” she leans on the table with a sense of urgency, by now familiar with the kleptomaniac inclinations - and eyes him warily, putting the two and two together. “Tell me you did not steal Helen from Evan.”
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It’s kind of ridiculous that getting along with a person you’re engaged to is a luxury, but then luxury is exactly what we deserve. I’m happy we got each other, and you’re never losing me, silly. I need my lawful version of a partner in crime.
@advictoriamxnott ;
lectoc:
Alecto’s head popped up and she narrowed an eyebrow towards the other- she didn’t move closer, she just let her head fall onto her open hand and waited for the other to continue and when she didn’t, she finally asked.
‘ What book’s bugging you now?’
Sid’s head snaps up at the relatively familiar voice, and the company could’ve been endlessly worse, so she elaborates.
“Look, don’t even act like this is unwarranted. Implying that there are no secret passageways in Hogwarts? I’m yet to find one, but fucking please.”
ALL THE TEXTS FOR SID, SHOULDNTHAVE REBLOGGED THIS
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
( text for —> snidley ) breakfast. now. dying. need food.
Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
( text for —> snidley ) i dunno how to tell you how much you mean to me. you know, right?
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
( text for —> snidley ) practice ran long. meet later?
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
( text for —> snidley ) DUDE! WE GOTTA DO IT! PIMP AND WHORE THING! YOU GOTTA PIMP ME OUT GOOD! ALSO WHEREU AT I FOUND SOME OF THAT GOOD BOOZE AND BY FOUND I DEFINITELY DON’T MEAN I STOLE IT
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
( text for —> snidley ) You know… you and me. Could be electric. Offer’s always on the table, kitten.
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
( text for —> snidley ) Why do you think Dolphins have those holes on top of them? Like, is it for air? Cause they’re, like, mammals or whatever?
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
( text for —> snidley ) GIVE ME BACK MY BROOM BITCH! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING BAD ENOUGH TO WARRANT BROOM THEFT.
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
( text for —> snidley ) Do you think that grass feels pain when you walk on it?
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
( text for —> snidley ) Sid, I just keep thinking about Julia… About who’s next… Sid, what if something happens to Mary or Ted or… I love these people. I can’t see them hurt.
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
( text for —> snidley) Hey asshole, love you.
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
( text for —> snidley) So, you never did finish that rant about the stupid book. What was it about??? Why was it stupid?
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
( text for —> snidley) SID! MY MOM SAID SHE WAS PROUD OF ME IN A LETTER! MARK THE FUCKING CALENDAR IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
( text for —> snidley ) don’t call sid hot. sid’s off limits and way too good for your stupid ass. leave that one alone.
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
( text for —> snidley ) i’m going to end up alone and broke and sleeping on people’s couches how did i end up getting so fucking worthless?
advictoriamxnott:
Theo has long since finished his actual assignments and moved onto more interesting subjects, but that’s no excuse not to be in the library. He’s going to give himself a proper education regardless of how low the standards of this school have become.
But, Merlin. The standards are low. It’s as if they’re trying to crush his soul.
“Haven’t we established by now that they’re all ‘disappointingly fucking stupid’ and unqualified to teach?”
When Theo’s concerned, Sid generally keeps her competitiveness...Not necessarily at bay, but within the confines of reason. Build him up instead of wasting energy on trying to destroy him, one of them wins - they both win, yada yada yada.
But she does make a mental note of all the extracurricular books on his table to catch up on them later.
“Well, forgive me for trying to stay sane by grasping at the last straws of my faith in our education system,” Sid looks up, deciding that she will get through it quickly once she makes peace with its contents, and opting to instead get distracted by their routine whatever the fuck. “A complete lack of expectations is debilitating, so better perpetual disappointment than adjusted standards.”
@inter-se
redecorating;
[ @missglenda ]
“This is going to be the best fucking thing,” Cressida rolls into the common room with a huge box of magical fabric, cutouts, and whatever else she lifted off the art room before being chased out with paint-stained brushes. She drops it on the table, and leans over the box and look at the sitting Glenda.
“The Great Hall’s not the only place that's allowed to have an epic ceiling.”
crystal bowl;
[ @delhornby ] ;
Sid spots Delaney from across the courtyard and makes her way right over, power sliding across the bench to speak with an unassuming look, but a conspiratorial voice.
“You, me, wormwood infusion spliffs and bullshitting our way through a divination paper. Watcha say?”
@inter-se
Emma hadn’t seen Cressida in exactly three days, six hours, and seventeen minutes. That was far too long, as far as Emma was concerned. Especially considering she had news to share. She kept the bottle of wine tucked under her cardigan as she made her way toward the Ravenclaw Tower, thanking Salazar for beautiful timing as another student was leaving just as she was heading in. She didn’t pause to greet them as she pushed past them and slipped into Cressida’s common room. “Cressidaaaa,” She called, spotting her on one of the grand navy blue couches.
She didn’t bother with more of a proper greeting before she pulled the wine out, set it aside, and promptly crawled onto the couch, moving to lay her head in Cressida’s lap. “It happened. It finally happened.” She mumbled, assuming Cressida would know what that meant. There was only one it that could be discussed, after all, it wasn’t like Emma was talking about losing her virginity here.
Cressida is bored.
Fidgeting with a sneakoscope in one hand, she waves her wand over a bunch of essays on the table: the flame on the tip almost grazing the parchments and catching them on fire, but not quite. The round object spins and whistles and eventually stops, then the whole process is repeated again.
Her own name, beckoned with a very familiar voice, gets Sid to arch her head backwards and hang upside down from the arm of the couch: watching Emma make her way closer with a lazy, but growing smile.
It finally happened could entail a wide variety of things, but the tone in her friend’s voice suggests that whatever it is, it leads to drowning sorrows in a bottle rather than a celebration. Cressida brushes long fingers through Emma’s dark hair and doesn’t try to guess what this opening refers to, because she’s about to find out anyway.
“Oh my God, did it?”
friendwicks:
“No sorry you are being interesting, I’m being an idiot,” Benjy said, looking down at his barely touched plate of food and then back up at Cressida, “Yeah, it is quite nice isn’t it? It’s the same as what’s in the kitchens later though isn’t it? And of course you are, we are, whoever will. There is something about midnight snacks that dinner can’t beat.”
“No, don’t worry about it,” Cressida frowns with a small shake of her head, for a moment concerned with inadvertently saying something actually upsetting. But watching Benjy’s face for a moment and concluding that it all seems to be fine, she continues the line of thought.
“Exactly. I still say we should set up some elaborate system to make up for the fact that Hufflepuff common room is unfairly closer. Just to level it out, you know?”
“Unless a big part of the appeal is the unavailability. Then we’re screwed.”
