greta catchlove

I look in the mirror; hollowness. I touch my hands, they’re cold. It seems like blood runs no more. Practically I feel I am almost extinct and washed-out.

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They were exciting, a breath of fresh air in a sea of dullness and grey. Hestia couldn’t quite put a finger on the why, but somehow, this person had managed to capture their attention, match each word for another, a sharp wit cutting through where tension and awkwardness should have laid in the air. And they were beautiful. But that hardly mattered. Ignoring the little voice at the back of her mind that beckoned this stranger close, inviting them in as a sort of equal (Nope, no way, uttered another, indigent in their pride), Hestia instead folded her arms, noting how it extenuated her chest. “Only when I know I can win. Feel like getting into it?”

Greta snickered into her hand. “Not so much, tiger. In one fight and out another- is that just your default setting?” She was amused, and surprised by the fact that she was face to face with someone that meeting her wit for wit. It was something she’d missed by being around Pandora all too often- every snarky comment was absorbed and turned into sunshine. It got nauseating after awhile. 

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“What do you think?” Greta spun around the hallway where she was meeting Pandora before they entered the ball. Unknowingly, the girl had complimented on another perfectly- Greta was the cold to Pandora’s warmth. How fitting. 

“Do you think my mystery date will approve?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. If there was one thing she was concerned about, it was who would be her “perfect match.” Her only solace was that she knew she could rule out Pandora- and hopefully Hestia. 

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The moment fire met fire was always doomed to be an explosion. Even from the onset, Hestia had remained skeptical about their Headmasters grand illusion that love could be solved through a simple test. Clearly, his calculations had missed their mark. Ready to return Bertha’s snarl with a bite of her own, Hestia found herself pulled aside by a masked figure, beautiful in shimmering shades of grey and black, almost as if the shadows had claimed them for their own, their grasp tight. Yanking her arm out - and shooting the stranger a watchful glare - wand just moments away (although, she did prefer wielding her mouth as a weapon, for words could cut just as deep as curses and hexes), Hestia pursed her lips. “I guess you really wanted to play the role of peacemaker. Your date must have been abysmal.” 

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Greta rolled her eyes at the obvious snark. “I was having a lovely time, actually- however I’m not partial to watching two people attack one another at a school function. The whole thing reads a bit trite.” She took a good look at the girl she’d helped separate and felt a lump form in her throat- whoever she was, she apparently knew how to dress herself, her assets clearly on display. Greta coughed to clear it, and to hide the fact that her cheeks were feeling warm. “Do you make a habit of that- getting into fights?”

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Visiting the Charms classroom when it was empty was always going to be a letdown, as even though the class had a sense of excitement - or at least warmth whenever she entered. Seeing just one slihouette at the table as Mary entered the room, trying to see if she’d left her bag in here after her class earlier, she walked up and down all of the aisles, before stopping in front of the windows. And that’s when she found herself being scolded. Turning to face Greta, Mary raised a brow, though it was hard to not break into a smile considering how serious the other girl was acting. “Hm?” she asked, not bothering to move from where she was standing. “Actually, I do mind. I was planning on taking up residence right here.” Instead of looking for her bag, Mary instead hopped up onto the ledge in front of the window, sitting and grinning and Greta. 

Greta felt a lump in her throat- the other girl wanted to join her? Greta felt the beginning of a protest form on the tip of her tongue when it was squelched by her sitting down regardless- smiling at Greta. A wave in frustration washed over the girl, but instead of giving into the Gryffindor’s attempt to badger her she simply sighed, pulling out more ink from her bag. “Just- keep it down, okay? I know your house’s reputation.” 

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An important thing to note about Marlene McKinnon: she’s a moderately tall girl. Standing at 5′7, her first and foremost benefit of the height is the extra advantage her long limbs give her in athletic activities, but it was always fun to lord it over others. Still, reaching up to one of the higher shelves in the library was simple enough, until someone stopped her.

“Hm?” She didn’t really register being spoken to until she turned, catching Greta’s irritated look. “Oh, my bad. Give me a sec and I’ll move out of your way.”

It was hard enough sometimes for Greta to push people away, more content with silence around her than the nattering of people she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care about. So when people responded to her anger with anger it was easy to swallow- she hated though when she was face to face with someone who brushed it off like it was nothing. She felt her neck flush at the other girl’s nonchalance and found herself fumbling for words, “Uh-right, yeah thanks.” She mumbled and turned her arms smacking her books off of the table and at the other girl’s legs. “Fuck!” She swore, feeling guilty now for being an asshole and injuring the other girl. “You alright? I’m sorry about that.” 

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She felt the muscles in her back getting tight- an unfortunate byproduct of hunching over a table for so long. But she needed to be here, the disappointed words Flitwick shared with her regarding her latest grades in her mind. She couldn’t get a T this late in the game and the idea of having anyone know she got a T was practically mortifying. So she hunkered down, face to paper until the light from the window was suddenly cast away from her by someone blocking it with their body. She squinted at the words and, irritated, gave up only seconds later. 

“Do you mind? Some of us are trying to study- and you’re seriously in the way.”

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“It’s called football- trust me, it’s better than Quidditch.”