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the beginning of the end | scarlett&logan

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New year, new Logan; that was what he chose to see this as. A new him with all of the perks and a few less shortcomings. His smiles were just as forced but twice as vicious, canines angry points, yellowed by nicotine and whitened with magic, his new morning routine now that he left the dormitories barefaced. After last year’s run ins it seemed he hardly had anything to prove anymore. He was quite nearly expelled, tried to fuck up a pureblood and put a knife in Gryffindor’s golden boy, passed his coursework by a hair’s width. And over summer he found that with freedom came comfort, perhaps not quite what every other student in this godforsaken place was blessed with experiencing, but comfort enough. He’d held a hand or two a few times, had grown to appreciate solid weight on his chest as it heaved with tired breaths, the silence of falling asleep by someone. Where last year he was a scared little punk, now he was a fucking nightmare. Some unstoppable juggernaut ready to fuck up some faces and go out with a bang. He was toxic but he wasn’t poisoning himself, not anymore

“Oi, Scar!” He bellowed down the hallway, deep voice booming and resonating in broad waves over the gaggle of underclassmen that he was towering over for the moment. “Hold the fuck up, arsewipe!”

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Scarlett was a good way into her seventh year now, and she still hadn’t heard a word from Flik. She didn’t even know why she was still holding out, but she was sure that by now she would have gotten another owl or something. Scarlett wasn’t the type to cling, but even though she went on a full-fledged bender the entire summer, she was still hoping that he would be at least gathering his things from his little office where they spent a decent amount of quality time in. But no-there was nothing. It was as if he didn’t exist anymore. And Scarlett was done with it. She decided that she wasn’t going to hang onto the old Scarlett anymore and that meant letting go of the things that made her, well, her. She did her makeup less dramatically, started toning down her outfit, and even though it was a struggle, she was trying to stick to a weed-based binge this time. And it hadn’t been that long, but for what it was worth it was working for the time being.

Logan on the other hand, got even more intense it felt like. When he called out to her from down the hall he screamed instead of silently stalked up to her and she couldn’t help but smirk at that. She stopped, turned, and looked up at him. “What’s fucking up?”

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“no no please go” she said with one hand still holding onto her stomach. “I dont wish to make you ill, I will be alright. just going to finish this and head back to my room.” she winced half from pain the rest from the vile medicine going down her throat. 

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“That’s disgusting.” Scarlett made a gagging noise to emphasis it. “Why the hell are you out and about when you’re contagious? That’s just fucking rude, really.”

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“Why would you do that?” 

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“Because I can, blondie.” She held her scissors in her hands,d aring her to say more. “I can cut your hair too if you keep talking.”

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followthelogan:

While he shifted both smokes to one hand, Logan considered the situation, watched it unfold and wondered how to participate. Sometimes it felt like he was in an aquarium, that people were close but far, loud but muffled, here but not really at all. Her words drummed around his ears and the rest of the cacophony faded out, his mind as blank as it was blurred.

It wasn’t a good question. That was true. And it didn’t make much sense. And… He didn’t know if he could do what he thought she was trying to bait him into. It seemed obvious enough, but that didn’t make it seem possible in the least. He’d answered her last question with a question, so it probably wasn’t best to do the same again. Well.

“Can’t walk, you mean? Or can’t move at all. Do you need hospital?” Quieter, now. More unsure.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. Leave it to Logan to try everything he could to avoid helping her walk. She wasn’t surprised as much as she was annoyed. Good ol’ Logan. She might be a a bit personally offended, but that was something deeper than she could understand. “I don’t need a bloody hospital, Logan. I’m not dying. I’m just dizzy a bit.” She didn’t get why he was jumping to conclusions like that. She honestly didn’t need him thinking she was dying on the street.S She wouldn’t let herself stoop that low. “Fucking forget it. I can move enough to try myself.”

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Logan knew himself enough to know that as much as he hated contact he could bowl a fucker over if he needed to. He would smack someone as soon as look at them, with reason, and so he’d just… Have to make it feel like that. Yeah. That could work. “Scar,” he murmured, frowning more than usual. He didn’t like disappointing her, as fuckin’ stupid as that felt. “Look, ya twat, I’ll take you back, just don’t fuckin’ nove and make it hard.” He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work, but the less personal it was the better it’d be. Heart in his through and stomach twisting, he hauled her up and put her up so that her chin was by his shoulder, supporting her waist with his arm as she faced the opposite way. His arms burned, his chest was tight, his neck was on fire, but his grip was strong. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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She felt like a fucking baby. He was carrying her like she was some frail-ass infant and she felt horrible for it. Though she would be lying if she said there wasn’t a part of her that really, really, like it. He smelt like cigarettes and cloves? Yeah, cloves. It was weird, and only slightly what she expected. She held onto him, but not very tightly. She wasn’t going to let him feel even more aware that she was touching him. He was already tense, probably freaking out in his head. She sighed. The only selfish thing she allowed herself was to rest her head on his shoulder. Maybe if she just played dead, he would relax. It wasn’t like Otis’s apartment was far and he could drop her whenever and she’d be grateful. But until then, she let him carry her.

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followthelogan:

While he shifted both smokes to one hand, Logan considered the situation, watched it unfold and wondered how to participate. Sometimes it felt like he was in an aquarium, that people were close but far, loud but muffled, here but not really at all. Her words drummed around his ears and the rest of the cacophony faded out, his mind as blank as it was blurred.

It wasn’t a good question. That was true. And it didn’t make much sense. And… He didn’t know if he could do what he thought she was trying to bait him into. It seemed obvious enough, but that didn’t make it seem possible in the least. He’d answered her last question with a question, so it probably wasn’t best to do the same again. Well.

“Can’t walk, you mean? Or can’t move at all. Do you need hospital?” Quieter, now. More unsure.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. Leave it to Logan to try everything he could to avoid helping her walk. She wasn’t surprised as much as she was annoyed. Good ol’ Logan. She might be a a bit personally offended, but that was something deeper than she could understand. “I don’t need a bloody hospital, Logan. I’m not dying. I’m just dizzy a bit.” She didn’t get why he was jumping to conclusions like that. She honestly didn’t need him thinking she was dying on the street.S She wouldn’t let herself stoop that low. “Fucking forget it. I can move enough to try myself.”

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jj-parr:

Jack-Jack let her light up and waved the light out once she was done. He lingered a bit, ensuring she got her fix. Of course, it wasn’t long before she mentioned the matches. He looked down at the little bar-inscribed matches and shrugged as he tucked them away, “Not really. Enough people ask for them, so I just sorta started carrying them around. Besides, you never know when a flame could be useful.” he smirked, “end of year homework piles that you no longer want are a good example.”

Scarlett snorted. Burning homework was the farthest thing from her mind. “People normally use their wands. Or you know, have lighters on them. Matches are just...I would think you were going to set a house on fire before offering me a light.” She took another satisfying drag from her cigarette before focusing on him again. “I’d set a house on fire before homework.”

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Logan took her cig back and scratched his nose with his thumb, leg bouncing as his anxiety grew. He went to take another drag of his, ended up with hers and squinted in distaste at how properly awful it was, but it’d do, he supposed. Anything would do. He didn’t know that anything would make the Earth turn any slower while letting her head work just fine - weed, maybe, but as it wasn’t his poison of choice he never tended to have any on him.

So he smiled, or grimaced, uneasily, teeth bared in something he hoped looked like happiness that she’d managed to calm the hell down for a split second that was probably an hour in her head. Whatever his face had fashioned itself into, he nudged her with the pointed tip of his elbow, steadier than last time, and joked, “How d’you reckon I do that, poppet?”

Scarlett looked up at him. Poppet? He was on some shit himself, she thought. Or he was teasing her which she wouldn't be that surprised about. Logan was anything but funny sometimes, so the name just made her laugh a little. Leave it to Logan to get her to laugh even though she could feel her head spin faster and faster by the second. She couldn't control this if she wanted to. It wasn't feeling very good anymore and the longer time passed, the worst she felt. This was the last time she did so much at once, that was for sure.

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “i dunno. It wasn't a good question.” She looked away from him. How odd was it that the littlest touches from Logan made all the difference. “Just don't think I can move…without falling.”

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followthelogan:

Pulling the cigarette away from her dry lips, Logan took a drag of his own, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth and tapping the ash off from both as he watched her tar laden smoke billow from her .outh with her words. Last time they were stuck they were stuck in one place, and that was alright and they made it out alive. But this time was different, vague and vast and vaporous, hanging thick like fog and impossible to hold.

He had a lot that he could say, he supposed, but what came out was, “If ya slowed down on this a bit, I reckon you could,” with a twist of his mouth, small and uncomfortable. He offered her another smoke, bringing the filter to her mouth again and biting the inside of his cheek. “Coz I can’t do nothin’ if I dunno where you are or what’s in your ‘ead.”

Scarlett took another drag before she gestured for Logan to move his hand away. She wasn’t in the mood to smoke anymore. She just wanted whatever was going on in her head to stop. Everything was moving and it was moving so fast that Scarlet could barley keep up with it all. She needed the world to slow down so that she could think.

He didn’t sound mad at her, but she was having a hard time believing it. His words made her frown. She couldn’t understand why he would want to know what’s in her head. She wouldn’t want to know if she had the option to avoid it. “My head is stupid and moving too fast. Lo’ can you make it slow down?” She knew it was a stupid question, but she tended to act stupid around Logan a lot.

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oh-porcupines:

This was going to be rough; Bobby could tell already, but he had to remain strong. He wasn’t afraid of getting yelled at, he needed to make sure she was going to be okay. 

Bobby winced when Scarlett fell over and walked a bit closer to her… but not too close. “I know you don’t,” Bobby started, “But you look a bit under the weather, Scarlett, can I buy you something to eat?”

Scarlett shook her head. She wasn’t letting him pity her and she for sure refused to let him do anything nice for her. He was basically the enemy, but why, well, Scarlett didn’t want to let herself answer that. She didn’t want to be that person.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled, managing to get back on her feet. She brushed herself off and looked past him. She refused to make eye contact because it was easier to distance herself that way. “I’m not hungry. You don’t need to treat me like a charity case.”

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oogieboogieman:

“Don’t make me pick up your moody ass and carry you back there. I will throw you over my shoulder if I have to.” He was starting to get annoyed, he was seriously tired of her pulling this shit. She’d been on a bender too long, and while he liked his little hell-raiser, he was tired of the moping she was doing. “Or if you’re going to act like this, the least you could do is tell me what the hell’s got you all fucked up. Besides the drugs.”

“I would love to see you try. Picking up a small girl like myself and carrying her through Hogsmeade doesn’t make you look like a predator at all.” She almost snickered at the thought. Why was he being so weird. She was sure that she was the one on drugs, but with the way he was talking to her, she couldn’t tell. Maybe she was hallucinating. “I’m doing great. Just overdid it is all. Happens to the best of us, yeah?”

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To avoid losing his fucking mind, or losing his fucking mind more than he was already losing his fucking mind, Logan did the only things he knew how to to: took a drag of his own cigarette and held Scarlett’s to her lips for her to do the same. He wouldn’t give it back, he couldn’t give it back, but he could do this. Barely. He didn’t want to answer, but, “Yeh,” it came, shaky and angry and scared, and fuck that, he thought to himself. Fuck that indeed. “Which is why I were asking what you were fuckin’ on.”

He wasn’t asking for much. Just information. Just fucking honesty, he knew a lot but her? She knew too too much and he wanted to be closer to her level, not too close, he didn’t want to know it all but “I’m fuckin lost ‘ere, Scar, just fuckin’ tell me.” He sounded tired. Did he always sound that tired? No matter what he knew he wasn’t as tired as Scar looked.

Scarlett didn’t want to answer him. She didn’t want to admit to what she did and she knew why. She knew it would make him really mad at her and she knew it would change their relationship most likely. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew that every time she let herself speak the truth, things changed.

But she was cursed. She told Logan too many truths and now she was stuck. She was going to drown in it, she was sure. “I don’t know,” she whispered the moment she finished taking a drag of the cigarette he put at her lips. “I don’t know, I haven’t known, and I can’t think long enough to figure it out.”

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oogieboogieman:

“You know full and well I cannot just walk away.” Why, he couldn’t say. Partly because he didn’t know, and partly because he didn’t want to. “Let’s go back to the apartment.”

“Nah, I’m good,” she said, looking away from him. She didn’t know why he couldn’t just walk away. She would be happier if he did! “I don’t know shit when it comes to you. So don’t try to act like we’re on the same page.”

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oogieboogieman:

Oogie shook his head and, for good measure, knocked the smoke out of her hand, a smirk on his face. “No. I just don’t particularly want to be the one who has to drag your ass off to the healers because you were dumb and didn’t know when to hop back on the wagon.”

If she could see and react properly, she would have smacked him in retaliation. But once her cigarette was on the ground she gave up. At least with trying to smoke. “Then walk away. If you weren’t here, you didn’t see me forget to hop back on the wagon. Whatever the fuck that means.”

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oogieboogieman:

Otis was walking back to the apartment from work when he spotted the familiar figure in front of him, fumbling with her lighter. She was seriously struggling. And he wasn’t really surprised that she was on such a bender. She’d been slowly going of the deep end for a few months now, well, more off the deep end than she usually was. He walked toward her as she reached down to pick up her lighter for the fourth time, and sighed as she stood again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is that really how you’re going to talk to me? The fuck are you even on?” 

Scarlett glared at him again, just because it was him. Just because she was technically living with him, didn’t mean she had to always answer to him. If she was a little more fucked up, she would mistake his irritation for concern. But with how much he’s been around, she doubted it was that. “It’s none of your business. But if you’re really that concerned, it’s nothing of yours. Why? Did you want me to share?”

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followthelogan:

If Scar had looked shaky from afar she was a downright disaster up close, shaky in every meaning of the word, eyes gone wonky or blank, he couldn’t tell. Their sharp focus was so far from being present that he didn’t mind looking at her eyes for more than a split second, and if that didn’t demonstrate the problem he wasn’t sure what would. He wanted to believe her. She was funny, she joked, she took the piss, she… Wasn’t, though, and Logan had no fucking clue what the fuck he was supposed to do. It wasn’t meant to get this way, had never been meant to get this way.

A year or two after he asked his question, she responded with pure unadulterated bullshit and Logan scoffed. “If not, then ‘ow much more than usual?” He asked, bit, whatever. “I ain’t 'ere to watch you set yourself on fire, though.” He snatched her cig from her hand and lit one of his own by kissing the tips and sucking in deep, then made it his job to hold smokes for two, his hands were steady enough, his rage solid. “If you was tryin’ to die you could just fuckin’ tell me, could’ve hopped into a fuckin’ fire as a pair.”

Scarlett could have laughed. Wasn’t she always a step towards death? Logan and Bernie were too; it was what they did. She couldn’t remember a time where she didn’t do something that brought her twice as close to death. It was morbid, but all she knew when it came down to it. But she knew better than to try and piss Logan off even more. So she was silent because she didn’t know what to say and she didn’t move because she knew if she did she would probably fall on her ass.

She was a little irritated that he was holding her cigarette still. She wasn’t  about to try to snatch it, but still. “Give that back, will you?”.She held out her hand, still shaking of course, and looked at him expectantly. Well as close to it as she could. “Nothing has changed, I just told you. And I’m not trying to fucking off myself. If I wanted to do that, I would be dead. Do I look dead to you?”

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oh-porcupines:

Scarlett was always a wild card around Bobby. Sometimes she was friendly and other times she couldn’t stand him. While this seemed to be one of those times she hated him, he couldn’t help but notice that something was a bit off about her. Was she high? Overly so? Bobby wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Scarlett did drugs; she tried to drug him once and Bobby even tried it with Logan.

“Are you alright, Scarlett?” He asked, but he knew he was going to get a sharp reply, “Have you eaten today? Can I get you some water?”

Scarlett didn’t even have the energy to snap at him again. Instead she just started laughing. She could be mean, vicious, cruel, whatever to this boy and he would ask if she needed some water. It was tragic, it was hilarious and it made her want to cry. Almost. Her laughter made her drop her lighter again and she groaned.

When she bent down to pick it up she felt herself sway a little and she ended up falling on her butt. Great. She looked up at Bobby and shook her head. “No. I don’t need your help.”