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“I’d love to fly too, but.. yeah, yeah let’s do ice cream.”

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“I heard there’s a kid at Fortescue’s with a shiny stool.”

#idk how she knows this but im gonna blame her bro hawthorne #iz #izmacfusty

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“Considering he’s been dead for a over a hundred years, I can’t say. That’s kind of beside the point, though.”

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“What’s so great about him, Muggle or not-Muggle?”

#thaddeus #thaddeusbarlow

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That seems very much unlike Harper.

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#jude #juderobards

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“Wanna go do something?”

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“I want to fly. Ice cream will work, though.”

#izmacfusty #iz

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Jesus Christ, what decent bookshop employee doesn’t know who Edgar Allen Poe is?

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Scout turned to the boy speaking. While she was technically looking at books too, the action didn’t fully grab her attention. If anything, she flipped through pages to occupy time. “Is he a Muggle?”

#thaddeus #thaddeusbarlow

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“Yeah, I’m fine.”

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“I know the feeling.”

#izmacfusty #iz #here have my sad bb #they can be sad together :)#(omg that's upsetting i shouldn't have included the smiley)

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“Harper hates me. The real kind. There’s nothing I can say to her, because she won’t accept anything from me. I’m her enemy. I’m everything she never wants to be.”

“Thank you.”

No. I learned this a very long time ago. Please bear with me. The light we see looks white but it is not. It is made up of all colours. Think of the sky as a giant, blank piece of parchment, if you will, and know that energy travels in waves. Every colour has a different length to its wave and those waves usually travel in a straight line, only this light can’t. Our atmosphere doesn’t allow for it. It is scattered in every different direction, many times. Blue’s waves are quite small and are therefore scattered more than any other colour of the rainbow. That is why the sky is blue.

Have you ever seen a blue sunset or sunrise? By those points, the light travels so far that the blue light has been scattered completely, allowing you to see the rest of the colours. Blue is not ordinary, it is special. Lucky. The important part is that you were absolutely right about the technicolour, and right now you are ignoring that every one of them exists while making blue feel terrible for getting lucky, and you are allowing the sky to be ordinary.

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#she needs a moment or 20 #jude #juderobards

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Of course it’s blue, Scout.

Do you know why it is the sky looks blue?

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“Because it just is blue.”

#jude #juderobards

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{Instantaneously, Jude shut his mouth. Instantaneously, he felt both flattened and, more importantly, concerned without care for anything he had said or felt in the moments and weeks before this moment. No matter how he felt, this wasn’t Scout. This was not Scout, and Jude could think of nothing more frightening.}

What happened to you?

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“When I was little, I told my dad the sky is blue, and he told me I was wrong. The sky isn’t blue. Blue is ordinary, and the sky is extraordinary. The sky is any color I can make it: purple, red, yellow, green. It’s so much more than blue. So I believed the sky was technicolor, even though everyone else thought it’s blue. I thought I was so special, so different, to think that. But I’m not, because the sky isn’t technicolor. It’s fucking blue. The sky is blue, Jude, and I’m just some lunatic who’s thought it’s technicolor for her whole stupid life.”

#juderobards #jude

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You will come back for me. Are you serious?

You drop that three days before graduation without any reason at all and then, all of a sudden, you don’t know if you’re going. All of a sudden you need to owl me because something has made you hesitate, but I get no explanation for anything. I get nothing. I understand you don’t owe that to me but I am very tired of being an unquestionable placebo.

I am sorry something is happening to you, Jude, but I am leaving. Wait for me. I will be back for you when I am ready. Be ready. Oh! Forget it, I may not be leaving but I am not quite sure. Thought you ought to know! Hey, Jude! No.

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“I AM LOSING MY GOD DAMNED MIND, JUDE!” she screamed, immediately grateful that her home was free of Diggles. She breathed noticeably shaky, her body quivered, and tears fell from her eyes. The entire picture looked not in the least bit like Scout Diggle. In fact, she didn’t feel like Scout. She transcended to a shadow of herself, if that. “I’m drowning, and I can’t swim out. I don’t know which way is up. I don’t know who I am anymore.”