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elliot-young:

“I fucking LOVE firewhiskey. It burns but it feels so good, YOU know?”

“I’ve only had a drink of firewhiskey once in my life, and honestly that’s about enough for me. But you are obviously enjoying it, huh?”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Elliot. )

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“Still hurt.” Lorcan muttered, watching the sixth year move beside him. “Tell that to my dad. The new generation of Scamanders don’t burn. We pride ourselves on being able to wander in the wilderness for days and come back looking golden.” He beamed.

“It’ll happen sooner or later. Maybe more on the later side, actually. In a few years, something would happen. You never know. I could have saved you this time.” Mallory smiled back at him, moving her hands to rest under her head. “So why are you out here anyway?”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Lorcan. )

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“Ow.” Lorcan whined. “I don’t burn. I tan. Thank you very much.”

“I barely even kicked you.” She laughed, laying down beside him. “One of these days, you will burn. And you’ll be regretting that you didn’t let me give you some shade.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Lorcan. )

lorcan-scamanderxx:

Lorcan’s eyes were closed as he laid out by the Black Lake, needing an hour or so by himself, no stress, no nothing. He’d been there for almost forty five minutes when someone stood over him and blocked his sun. “Unless you’re trying to stop myself from getting a nice tan, I’m going to ask you to kindly step aside.” He said, not bothering to open his eyes.

Standing over him for a few more seconds before gently kicking him in the side, Mallory rolled her eyes. “More like keeping you from burning up.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Lorcan. )

hxxmes:

“really? when did you make the team, mallory?”

“Yeah, that... that still hasn’t happened. To this day I still refuse to get on a broomstick.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Izaak. )

charlxtte-wood:

“I wasn’t sleeping– I was just looking for something” Charlotte said quickly as she peeled herself up from the book that had suddenly became her pillow.

“I’m not quite convinced, Charlotte.” Mallory smiled at the other girl. “Waking up now might be the best since the Professor still isn’t in yet.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Charlotte. )

chaser-isabellawood:

Bella’s brows rose. “Uh huh. Get over here and let me put my cream on it, okay?”

Mal shrugged, nodding as she walked over to Isabella and sat down on the bed, huffing. “Sometimes I wish I weren’t so accident prone. Surely there has to be a spell for that.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Isabella. )

alaricknows:

“You don’t play Quidditch, though, do you?” Alaric asked, lifting a challenging brow.

“I’m an active participant in the act of watching Quidditch. Which I’m sure you won’t get as many injuries but they are still able to happen... When you trip over your own feet.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Alaric. )

roxx-weasley:

“Are you sure because I’m almost positive you don’t play quidditch.”

“Sitting in the stands can be awful. Especially when you’re prone to tripping.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Roxanne. )

win-whittle:

The professor sighed sadly. “It was a couple of rare plants actually. A seedling Formatogoria, some mature Flitterblooms and a Moonseed plant.” She murmured only loud enough for the other to hear. “They’re very dangerous in the wrong hands so I hope no student did this on purpose. I like to believe our school is filled with good people who have good intentions.”

Mallory snorted, glancing around the room. “That was your first mistake. On the bright side though, at least it was Flitterblooms and not Devil’s Snare.” Mallory wasn’t sure if that was really a bright side though. Or if Professor Whittle would see it that way, considering it was still a plant that was missing. “I do hope you find the person.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Winifred. )

“Oh, the bruise? No, it was just… a Quidditch accident.”

#solemnlyswearstarter #when everyone knows she's not even apart of quidditch #she's just clumsy af

win-whittle:

“I-I’m fine.” Winifred kept stirring her coffee vigorously. “I just can’t believe someone would break into the greenhouse at night to steal some of my beloved plants.”

“Well... Which plant was it? Because out of all the people here, I’m sure someone knows or had seen something regarding your plants.”

#( interactions. )#( interactions:Winifred. )

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