ADIE FINNIGAN.
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, the slight surge of anger that threatened his unreadable expression . Had he done it on purpose ? No . Then why was he , for the briefest of moments , sad that he’d actually woken up ? Two hours , she said . He hadn’t even overdosed correctly . Aside from art , was there anything this fool was good at ? ❛ Yer kind of a bitch . ❜ The edges of his lips curled slightly upward as a weak chuckle slipped free . ❛ Thank ye , I guess . Or yer welcome . Potions can be a bitch . ❜ He stretched out his legs , sheets tangled around his toes ; the same toes that ran infamously cold given his terrible circulation . Least now they were insulated like crazy . ❛ Ya don’t really look like someone who tells people things . So ye won’t . . . tell people about this , will ya ? ❜
she whistled when he called her a bitch, eyebrows raised exaggeratedly. “ --- jeez, didn’t know the chocolates were that big of a deal to you. my bad. ” she wasn’t sure why she kept making lame jokes to a boy who just overdosed on god knows what. they said laughter was the best medicine. too bad he wasn’t laughing. “ --- is that just a nice way of saying i look like i don’t have FRIENDS ? well. i’ll have you know you’re absolutely goddamn right, ” she said dryly, twisting her lips into something that could be a wry smile. “ --- kidding. mostly. but seriously, don’t worry. i won’t tell anyone, your junkie secret’s safe with me. ”
