we're all fake happy

april lavoie. curse-breaker in training. alchemy & ancient runes, ilvermorny '80. former horned serpent.

[itsgonnabeapril]

STURGIS PODMORE:

“Seconds away from combusting, actually.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, huffing. “Maybe you’re so unused to people being into you that you don’t know what it looks like.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“It hardly takes any effort one’s burning desire.” 

April scoffed, taking one wobbly step closer. “Yeah, right. Do I look like I’m full of burning desire to you, Podmore?”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“You could always make one up.” 

She tapped a finger against her chin. “And go to that kind of effort, for you? I don’t think so.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Fancy me. You don’t say that in Canada?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not where I’m from. But they probably do need a new word in the English language to describe how I feel about you, anyway.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“No. I just want you to admit you fancy me.” 

“That I what you?”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“No, you definitely like me. You can’t convince me otherwise.”

April scoffed. “Do you want me to go back to being mean? Hey, whatever you’re into, Podmore...”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“I don’t think it has to be one or the other, but that doesn’t stop me from being curious.” 

“Don’t be. Just because I’m being nice to you doesn’t mean I like you.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Good interesting or bad?” 

“Does it have to be one or the other? Interesting interesting.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

Sturgis arched a brow, scanning her for a moment before accepting the olive branch. “Gin.” 

“Interesting choice,” April said, for once not meaning it as a dig.

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Fuck off.” 

April laughed, still bursting with glee. This general good feeling was what compelled her to say, “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. What’s your poison?”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Who knows. Probably. Eventually.” Sturgis shrugged. “I’m still thinking about South America.”

“Would recommend. I heard Jon H. saying he really wanted to go next year.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Mm, perhaps I should’ve packed something warmer than a jumper.”

“You planning on taking a trip there soon?”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Thank you. I was.” Sturgis paused for a beat. “And so were you.” 

April laughed, too giddy to muffle the snort that accompanied the sound. “I think hell just froze over.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“You know, I really didn’t think you to be delusional, but even I can be proven wrong.” He was joking, mostly. 

April rolled her eyes. “You were good. Congrats.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“You should. I was incredible today.” 

He had been. “You were passable. Average. Fine, even.”

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STURGIS PODMORE:

“Wait a minute,” Sturgis interjected with a dramatic flourish. “Is April Lavoie complimenting me? You should see a healer. You sound as if you caught something.” 

“Ha ha. I take it back, I’m not congratulating you on anything.”

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when: december 23, 1978 where: the oasis bar who: @sturgisinegypt

April was so full of the giddy high of success, she could choke on it. The joy — and, all right, the two shots she’d already done — was so potent that her grin didn’t even waver when her gaze fell upon Sturgis. “Congratulations are in order to you too,” she said, sidling up to him.