rachel;

rachel [ray-chəl] innocent lamb // living forever. hell, i don't know, do i care, do i care, the thunder's rumbled sound

[damian-mcgregor]

Whats that face for?

[rachelswifts]

Nothing. Nothing at all...

[holly-st-claire]

I mean, I used too but I realized that I make a really awful drunk person and don’t actually like alcohol, so

[rachelswifts]

Well, at least you knew when to stop. Some of those kids need to start thinking about going to AA meetings...

[terrilrs-deactivated20150503]

"Sorry, I really didn’t mean to break that… or touch that, actually. It was in my way and I wanted to move it- yeah, okay, that probably doesn’t help my case here."

[rachelswifts]

[ Rachel sighed, picking up the now shattered vase ] Don't worry about it. I was planning on throwing it out anyway.

[jemskeeters-blog]

Coffee would be fucking great, actually,[He rises from his sleeping position, stretching out and snapping his bones back into place] I am never sleeping in a doorway again ever.

[rachelswifts]

Yeah, that can't be very comfortable. Especially considering that that mat has like what? 10 years? [ Rachel unlocks the coffee shop door and hangs her coat on the hook by the door, walking behind the counter towards the coffee maker ] Take a sit, I'll bring you the mug in a bit. I didn't expect to have customers this early, truth be told.

[holly-st-claire]

No, I don’t drink

[rachelswifts]

Good for you, kid.

[damian-mcgregor]

[drinks, taping a sip of the coffee] yeah it was alright, didn’t stay too long me and Soph went to go grab a drink instead

[rachelswifts]

Hum, really?

[dansulmortii-deactivated2025020]

No thanks.

[rachelswifts]

Nothing then?

[asfhfd-blog]

He flinched at the nickname she gave to him. Flynny. A new nickname and a conversation with him as the center of attention. She wanted to keep it far from her, therefore she didn’t want to talk about herself. “I’ve taken my potion and they’ll soon be dealed with by the beetle eyes in my blood system-… Rachel.” he turned, concentrated on her eyes”Why are you making various references of me ever since we started this conversation?”

[rachelswifts]

Rachel frowned at his sudden change of topic. She hadn't realised she was doing that, but now that she thought about it, it might be true. Still, she didn't give it away. "W-What? What are you talking about?"

[melandabennett]

I’m not actually hungover but yes please, sounds divine already.

[rachelswifts]

Well, I remember my regulars, Melanda.

[swift-tyler]

Which is why I’ll never let you.

[rachelswifts]

Very funny, kid. How was the party?

[wasted-elliot-blog]

"Is this mine?"

[rachelswifts]

How am I supposed to know?

[jemskeeters-blog]

I’m so glad a positive came out of this, the world would be a little darker if I were dead.

On the negative, I feel like there’s a pickaxe in my head.

[rachelswifts]

Yeah well, that would probably be bad for business, too, so colour me happy as well.

D'you want to come in and have some coffee?

[asfhfd-blog]

He felt his hangover potion taking effect, “Presumption well made… No sugar, as always.”

[rachelswifts]

"Those circles under your eyes are fooling no one, Flynny. you should be more careful with that. The students might mistake you as a party pal."

[swift-tyler]

Are you trying to suggest something, Mother?

[rachelswifts]

I wasn't asking you, obviously. If I ever catch you hungover, I won't be offering you coffee, you can bet on that.

[holly-st-claire]

Hot chocolate actually

[rachelswifts]

Hum, so no hangover for you?

[damian-mcgregor]

Please. Having as much fun watching them stumble about as I am?

[rachelswifts]

Way too much. [ pours some coffee into a mug and slides it over to him ] What about you? Had any fun at the party?

[rachelswifts]

loving him was red;

There was a place in Hogwarts which Rachel had made an effort to avoid. It was this bench in a hall right across from a small patio where most students went and had study meetings during the springs. The reason why she avoided that particular bench had a name: Frank. Well, it wasn't him exactly, rather than the memory of him attached to that place. There, they would sit and talk for hours about the travels they'd go on together and all the places of their dreams. It was painful for Rachel to think about those dreams now.

With Frank back though, she had no other choice than to face them, along with everything that meant leaving them behind in favour of her son. Her life was turned upside down with the man's arrival, not unlike he always used to do to her back in the day. Although this time, there was more at stake than just her emotions. Her son was on line as well. She would do anything to protect Tyler, even if that meant not telling him he's been staring his father in the eye for the past month.

Truth was, she was scared. She knew telling Tyler might set him off, especially with his condition. But she was also scared that it didn't, and instead, he would hate her and want to leave her side in favour of his newfound parent who was undoubtedly funnier and possibly wealthier, too. She didn't want to think Tyler would leave her for money, but she had to think about the possibility. She didn't know what she would do if he left her. He was her life, the reason of her existence. Frank had other things. Rachel only had him.