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@izzycarrow-blog
marina.
MARINA NORMALLY DIDN’T mind when people said she was rude for having to ask repeat something. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it from someone. Though she had partial hearing in both her ears, she did actually still hear most things if she was paying attention – and that was her problem. “I didn’t know you wanted me to listen. And you’re sitting on my bad side.”
“ your bad side ?? i’m not taking your photo, love. ”
sterling.
Sterling couldn’t stand to look at Izzy. The truth was, that “girl” hadn’t gone anywhere. “She” was really him. Sterling. Sitting right there. He hadn’t gone anywhere, just abandoned his friend. “This person–this friend of yours…I’m sure they’re okay. They’re probably just…living their life…the way they really want to. I’m sure your friend misses you.”
“ th - thanks. that means a lot. ” she leans forward to pat his hand. “ i just wish i knew for certain. i wish i could talk to her again, you know ?? ” the redhead gazes thoughtfully into her cuppa ; then, “ i’m sorry i’m, like, spilling my guts all over you. usually i can be a lot more fun. ” the cup is placed onto a a small table. this trip down blues avenue has her feeling somewhat sick in her stomach. by no means does she regret bringing it up, but she had pushed the sore topic to the back of her mind until now. “ hey, you don’t have to stay down here with me . . . if you’d rather try to go back to bed . . . ”
nesta.
nesta considered the song for a moment, shrugging her shoulders. “ it doesn’t suck, if that’s what you’re asking. ”
“ mmmm, i’ll take it. cheers, darling. any comments or concerns ?? c’mon, my artistic growth depends on it. ”
beulah.
Beulah shrugged. “It happens. But, love, I don’t have anything to be angry about. Maybe I can give you some lessons in that,” Beulah said, she was partly joking, but also partly genuine in wanting to help her long-time friend out. Beulah turned to look where Izzy was indicating. She gave a small sigh. “Let me guess…you want me to morph to get him out of your hair?”
“ i only ask one thing of you . . . don’t try to change me. let me be angry with them because in the end, anger is what’s gonna put words on parchment &. bust out fan - fucking - tastic records. &. reminds me to stay humble. ” her gaze wanders over to them once again &. she pushes her lower lip forward innocently. “ yes . . . por favor ?? ”
delaney.
“ i … think it sounds really good. ” delaney muses with a subtle nod, a fingertip dancing on the edge of a teacup. “ wonder how it will sound with the girls. ”
“ they’ll have to approve it first. you’re the first to hear it other than my reflection in the mirror, ” she giggles, drumming her own fingertips against the guitar’s face. “ maybe bee can manipulate the tempo &. we’ll play it at the next event. i mean, if we’re approved. it’ll be our first gig &. i’m buggin’, mate. ”
reagan.
@izzycarrow “ i don’t think you should do that. ”
“ zelle, i told you the password for emergencies only. ” the smaller witch, stopped from entering ravenclaw’s common room upon reagan’s arrival, steps back from the entrance with a rueful glance towards her older sister. the redhead stands just a few feet away from them, a guitar case strapped to her back &. appearing very, very exhausted. “ this is an emergency, isabella, ” zelena carrow replies patiently, as if explaining something to a toddler. it drove izzy mental when the second year did this ; she was clever, yes, but an insufferable know-it-all. “ you didn’t answer me so i had to make sure you were quite alright. we need to talk about mum’s recent letter . . . in private, i think. ” in her hand is the gold &. emerald encrusted hand mirror that their father had bought them last year when izzy had joined her fifth year just as zelena had begun her first. something so that they could always get in touch with each other. rolling her eyes now, she finally addresses the bloke with a lighthearted smile. “ wotcher, cardel ?? i’m surprised to see you here !! could’ya maybe watch this while i wrangle with this snakette here ?? ” she settles her guitar against the wall &. ushers zelena to the side where they begin to chat discreetly.
rene.
Once again, Rene took a moment to consider his options. He’d never really been in a position like this before, so it was difficult for him, a shy lad, to know what to do. He gave a hard sigh and walked closer. Rene sat down, careful not to sit too close. “It’s not f-fair. It’s not fair that y-you get to be the one who’s mad in this situation.”
“ i’m not mad at you. ” a tart response whilst she kicks angrily at the water. she can’t seem to look him in the eyes . . . she’s just surprised he decided to stay. “ look . . . ” a moment to claw her fingers through her red hair &. pull it together. softer: “ look, i’m angry at myself. &. the years i wasted. mostly, the pain i put you through. i fucked up so badly &. i know it’s not fair to be mad, but i am. just not at you. ”
MARINA.
“SORRY,” MARINA SAID, looking at Izzy. She really hadn’t been paying attention to the other girl and her attention was focused on her own studies. “I, um, wasn’t paying attention. Could you… uh, sing it again? I like slow songs though. I can at least attempt to figure out what they are saying.”
frowning ... bloody rude, mate. nah, what she really meant to do was, “ bloody -- fucking -- rude, mate. ” emphasis on each word as she narrows her eyes at the other. “ i don’t know if i want to now ... you’ve discouraged my efforts. ”
ARIN.
“I actually really like it right now. How were you thinking of speeding it up?”
she falters. “ actually ... i’m not good with revisions like, that. i just let bee handle all of that. though, i wanna go back to what you said --- do you like the tempo as is ?? ”
fact: kat mcnamara is actually the smiling cat emoji in human form
RICKY.
Lost in the song and how it was a good tempo and contained a good story line for a contemporary dance, Ricky was lost in thought as the other student began talking to him. “I like it just as it is, sorry some songs I hear and a dance routine starts to form in my head right away.”
izzy laughs, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. “ ’s alright, mate. i understand completely. i don’t really dance per say &. i should n e v e r try, but i wanted to create something that got people moving, so i’m really thrilled to hear you say that. ”
{ @beulah-lah-luna }
“ you can talk ... it’s fine if you don’t like it. it’s too slow right now, but once i show this to the girls, we’ll work on tempo. .... can you please just say anything ?? ” her heart’s beating fast as she finishes her first song written for the band.
NANA.
The year ‘88, April. It was a pretty decent morning, except for the howler shrieking at the ravenclaw table.
Nana Chang kept crunching on her cornflakes, despite having a red - enveloped letter yelling at her. “ A CHANDELIER? ” Liling Chang’s – Nana’s mother – voice echoed through the great hall, but it wasn’t anything new to Nana. The ravenclaw received at least a dozen howlers a year. Once the envelope ripped itself to shreds, Nana sighed in relief, “ Good riddance, it was starting to give me a headache, ”
from a few seats down, you can hear the clatter of silverware &. simultaneously a gasp soon after the envelope is destroyed. the redhead eyes her fellow housemate. “ did you actually steal that chandelier?? ” slowly the night of the opening is coming back to her &. she’s stunned the fellow ravenclaw went through it. maybe a little envious as well ??
ZEKE.
“what the fuck is this yankee doodle shite? last time i checked, the name of this establishment was hogwarts, not ilverblechney. d i s g r a c e f u l.”
wide, emerald eyes survey the crowd, however she inclines her head curiously seconds after finding nothing, slowly shutting the notebook placed on her lap. “ merlin, zeke, i swear you just go searching for ways to be unhappy almost everyday ... what are you talking about this time ?? ”
CHRISTOPHER.
“ jesus, mary, joseph and the camel. this is really bad coffee. ”
“ it’s decaf. some of us already have problems sleeping. ”
SLOANE.
✧ ˚ ⋆ ｡ — Sloane tried to throw a stray book ( which she was sure was her notebook ) and swung it at the ghost. Unfortunately, the gryffin was a keeper, not a chaser, and the book fell in the toilet. Myrtle giggled with glee, trying to get the notebook down the toilet. “ MYRTLE! ” Sloane bellowed in rage.
a h u g e sigh as izzy produces her wand. “ accio !! ” the notebook places itself in her waiting hand, is given a brand-new look with a tap of her wand &. given to its rightful owner. “ i don’t think you’re gonna win this fight, dear. myrtle is not empathetic in the least bit &. her life ... excuse me ... AFTER LIFE ... is so dull that she finds amusement wherever she can. ” however, the poltergeist is far from amused by her backhand insult, her tiny face scrunching up like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum.
