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Things aren't ok? Now I'm really worried. Please visit soon, or I could stop by yours later if that's easier? Sending you love. -Em xx
No, no need to stop by my place. It isn't my place anymore. I promise, I'll come by soon and explain. Just set aside some fabulous clothes for me because I'll be needing them. - Luce xx
Lucy, is everything ok? I haven't heard from you in a while and I'm starting to worry. I tried to visit you the other day but you weren't in. Hope you're ok -Em xx
No, not really. But all I can think is that it will be okay soon. I'll come and try to see you soon, okay? I'm sorry. - Luce xx
"Lucinda?" Otto called as he muttered an unlocking spell to get into her flat. He’d been knocking for a few minutes with no reply, but he couldn’t imagine where else she’d be and they hadn’t talked in a few days. What he found when he opened the door nearly made his heart stop- everything was gone. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Had she really just up and left again without even a note this time? What had he done? Otto thought everything had been fine… but maybe not. Feeling claustrophobic despite the empty space, he turned and went back outside and decided to walk home.When he finally got into his own flat, he just dropped down into his sofa and closed his eyes, trying not to think about everything right then.
Lucinda stood in front of Otto's door, hesitating on knocking. She'd been avoiding him ever since she had been disowned, because she didn't know how to explain it yet. But now, she was out of money, out of sorts, and felt like she was out of her mind. The three broom sticks had been horrible for her to stay at, it felt foreign and- well, not a place Lucinda had ever stayed at before. Everything felt different and so much scarier now that everything she had ever known had been ripped out from under her. The parties, the balls, the money, the reputation- it all seemed to hazy and forgotten now. Slowly, she raised her small fist into a ball and began to rap on the door. "O-otto?" She called out, knocking a little harder this time.
"Well, you’re gonna have to deal with it eventually. I might be a lot of things, but someone who gives up is not one of them."
"Says the girl who still has her parents money to lean  against. Says the girl who isn't homeless."
Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction
"Are you crazy?”
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Can you be anymore obvious?"
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Like you even care."
"Little too late, don't you think?"
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Obviously there is something between us."
"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Quiet, I am trying to think."
"Relax, I have a plan."
"Really?"
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."
"Very good, you had me fooled."
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."
"I can't deal with this right now."
Marlene rounded the corner quickly, tugging at her sleeves and hoping not to be seen. She had just came out of St. Mungos for her first ultrasound, and tucked the small photograph into her pocket. She would’ve apparated, but that was making her feel more and more sick as of late. She walked quickly through the brisk autumn air, and took back-alleys to avoid being seen.
Lucinda had walking through an alley towards the little pub she had been staying at. Her head was hung low, with her hood up not only to protect from the cold but also to shield herself from being seen. Now that she had been disowned, she didn't want anyone to notice she had been wearing the same outfit for the second day in a row now. Bumping into someone on the street, she immediately began apologizing and bent down to pick up what had fallen from the girl. As she picked up an ultrasound picture, her stomach began forming knots. As she read the name on it, and looked up her entire face went pale. "No-" She muttered out, mostly to herself.
If you don’t know where it is then just say.
"Em-" Lucinda butted in, pulling her friend away from the person she'd been speaking to. "I'm in trouble."
"I think you dropped this."
Lucinda glanced at what was in the boys hand, and quickly grabbed back her blouse that slipped from her bag. As of now, she was living out of whatever was in her bag. "Uh- thank you. It's not stolen I swear." She told the boy, stuffing it back into her bag.
"Mhm," he hummed, smiling st the feeling of her fingers in his hair. He briefly thought about Amelia, and how much she’d disapprove of all this, but pushed the thought aside. At her question he stopped and gave her a curious look, "Does it matter?" he asked. He didn’t like the implications of either answer- either he said yes and she’d likely get mad, or he said no and she might think he’d spent the whole time they were apart pining after her.
Lucinda leaned back slightly in his arms, and looked up at him. "N-no. Of course it doesn't matter." She piped up, shaking her head. She was worried if he had, it would make her self conscious. Seeing as she had only been with one other person, while she was too drunk to remember it, she feared that he was far more experienced than she was. He was, in a sense. "I was just curious." She told him, pushing the thoughts out of her mind.
“Books and potions, yeah that’s a pretty good way to get my attention,” he chuckled, his hands resting on her hips. “You are, you’re going soft,” he murmured as he continued to press kisses to her neck. He moved back to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips, “I love it when you talk like that. ” truthfully he was still hesitant about the whole sex thing, considering it’d ruined them before; after all, you couldn’t get someone pregnant without having sex. But she still seemed to want him and who was he to argue with that?
"Books and potions and lingerie." Lucinda murmured against him, smiling. "I'm not going soft!" She exclaimed as she arched her neck into his soft kisses. "And I love it when you kiss me like that." She told him, her hands reaching up into his hair. It had been months since she had slept with him, or but when his body was against hers it was like nothing wrong had ever happened between them. For her, the passion was still there. "Have you been with anyone else since me?" She asked him quietly, slightly afraid of the answer.
“Ow!” He laughed, squirming away from her pinching and grabbing her hand to keep her from doing it again. “Enough with the pinching, that’s playing dirty,” he told her as he smiled down at her. “You don’t have to try,” he said warmly. It wasn’t like he cared what she wore or whether her hair was done. “Someone’s getting sappy, ” he continued to tease before leaning down and pressing his lips to her neck; “so how can I impress you then?” He whispered into her ear.
As her hand was grabbed, she began to pout, or more try, and conceal the smile on her lips. "I was in Slytherin darling, at what point did you think I would play fair?" She giggled out, letting her forehead all against his shoulders. "But I still want to-" She mumbled against his chest. "-maybe I'll pick up a book or a potions kit to try and impress you further." She suggested, before she snapped her head up to look at him. "I am not sappy!" She began, but as his lips found her neck she let out a soft hum. "Ravish me, of course."
"Seriously though, what did you expect was going to happen?!"
 "Would you stand still if I say no?" He looked at her "Because I am willing to clean it, but that’s not gonna work if you keep hopping up and down.."
Lucinda fell flat to her feet and stood still for a moment, before she looked up at him suspiciously. "You're being really nice to me. Is there a reason or are you just a nice guy?"
Changes || Ludo and Lucinda
His steps were quick and happy as Ludo moved through Diagon Alley. The effects of the absolutely amazing training of the day before were still raging through his body, filling him up with some sort of ecstasy. A grin curing his lips, Ludo’s eyes scanned through the crowds, hoping to see a familiar face. Craving social interaction, he was feeling rather desperate - but what he didn’t expect was the first familiar face he’d see would be the one of Lucinda Talkalot. Or rather, the one of a crying Lucinda Talkalot. Seeing her slip in an alleyway, he hesitated a moment before following - he wasn’t really the caring type, after all. Comforting was not one of his qualities, but he still ended up facing her in the dark before he could really think about it. This was not the social interaction he had hoped for. Looking at the girl who he knew had a rather complicated history with his brother, he frowned. “Lucinda?” He asked cautiously, a frown furrowing his brows. “Are you okay? What happened - you’re not hurt, are you?”
Lucinda's head snapped up as she heard Ludo, and she swore under her breath. At first, she thought about lying and telling him she was in this condition over something petty. Instead, she reached her hand into her pocket and withdrew the note her mother had left her and handed it to him. Shaking her head no, she wasn't hurt, she rose to her feet and scooped up her kneazle. "P-p-please don't tell Otto- n-not yet." She pleaded, wiping at her face. "I'll be okay- I just- I don't want him to worry." Lucinda wished that if he asked, she could tell him she had a place to go for the night. But if she didn't, except possibly the three brooms in for the night, she probably had enough money in her pockets for a night or two.
Macon shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall behind him. “I was worried we weren’t going to fit the fuck you in.” He had probably told her too much, but he didn’t care. Carrying around so much emotion meant that it was inevitable he would boil over sometimes. He nodded as she spoke. “Well, I can’t fault you for the strategy. Honestly, that’s probably one of the cleverer things to do if you can manage it. I couldn’t, the war is too personal for me.” Macon snorted. “I don’t think you will. But that doesn’t mean I’m not afraid. Not being afraid would be idiotic, and though we’ve already established I’m barking mad, I’m not an idiot.” He nodded. “Physically. You’re definitely physically weaker, and I dunno, there’s no way to tell who’s the better dueler. But you stood your ground pretty bloody well, so no, you’re not weak.”Â
"No worries, I have a feeling they'll be plenty of room for the fuck you's." She told him, as she crossed her arms over her chest. It was starting to get dark and she knew that he would need to get back soon. "Well I'll be sure to let you know how this strategy plays out, or just look for my name in the papers. I'm sure if I'm killed it won't come as much as a surprise. I have a knack for pissing people off." Lucinda said, sighing. "I won't. I don't want people to just hurt for the sake of hurting, believe it or not." She laughed loudly, before uncrossing her arms and shaking her head. "A little secret, I'm probably weaker than you in every way. The only dueling I've ever done was in school, when I absolutely had to. Half the time, I had a note out of dueling."
Changes || Open
The strangest thing about the way Lucinda found her flat completely bare and empty, was that she knew exactly what had happened before she had to be told. She had only been gone for two hours- but this was it, this was the end of her life. She knew she hadn't been robbed, and she knew that she wasn't having any renovations. The floor was colder, harder than she had ever felt it before. The walls whiter, as if they were meant to blind her. In the middle of the wall, was a note scrawled onto a piece of parchment. "Lucinda, your father and I regret to inform that upon your most recent public sightings with half-bloods, we must disown you promptly and effective immediately. Please do not try and come to the manor, you will not be granted access inside." There was no goodbye signed, no good luck, that was it. The only comfort she was given was when her kneazle Sebastian began to paw at her legs. Scooping him with one arm, and sticking the note deep into her pocket, Lucinda left what used to be her home. It seemed like there was no where to go- Emma's shop was closed, and she wasn't there. She didn't want Otto to know yet because she was afraid he'd just let her stay there out of pity, and that wasn't what she would have. Her face was swollen and red, from the crying she did for most of the day. A white, static filled her mind and hysterical fear began to creep into her stomach. It's going to be dark soon you have no protection you have no title anymore, your name means nothing you can be taken at a death eaters wish now because you have nothing to stop them from doing it. But the worst fear out of it all, was it was for nothing. You killed your child for nothing. Tears began to flow freely again, as Lucinda slid down the wall of the first alleyway she had seen, and began to sob.
"Seriously though, what did you expect was going to happen?!"
"Honestly…" He reached over and took her hands in his, "What were you doing anyway?" He grabbed a wet cloth
"I thought it was pretty so I picked it!" She squealed, looking down at the flower. "Is it going to make my hand ugly?" Lucinda breathed out, her anxiety levels raising as she looked down at her hands and began to bob up and down on the balls of her feet.
