she&#x27;s whiskey in a tea cup

what-thepuck:

“It’s just for fun,” Puck reminded her, his tone light-hearted and carefree. “If you get that scared in here, just—hide your eyes. I’ll lead you the rest of the way.” He hadn’t expected this question to come so soon. In fact, he hadn’t expected it at all. Once Sofia had grabbed his hand, Puck wondered if maybe they might settle back into their old ways, no questions asked, the past few weeks forgotten, as if they had never happened to begin with. But here it was, and he had to give her an answer.

“I hope not.”

She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t come to Hogsmeade in hopes of running in to him -- she didn’t like sitting in limbo, she needed to know. If it was over -- at least she could attempt to piece herself together, just push through it and in time she’d be fine. The silence that she had received from him over the past few weeks had spurred on that theory, she had prepped herself for the worse -- his answer however was the opposite.

“Really?” turning to him as she stopped, ignoring the occasional group who pushed pass them .

#chat:puck #puck014 #what-thepuck

what-thepuck:

Puck led Sofia into the Shrieking Shack, his hand hesitantly guiding her just above her lower back. It felt odd; he hadn’t seen her in weeks, or spoken to her even. And yet— Yet, he couldn’t help but fall into a natural, familiar rhythm with her, as much as he didn’t want to.

“It’s probably not even that scary, you know?”

“Uh huh -- that’s what everyone says before they get their heart scared out of them--” she muttered, they needed distance -- some sort of space until they sorted things out, yet here they were side by side and she even though she was well justified to move away from his touch, she lingered. She couldn’t help it, it was him and this was their normal, “fucking hell --” she screeched as a wailing woman jumped out of the shadows, “thanks that was great--” she mumbled to the woman as she took his hand and pushing pass her, moving down the dark hall. There was a million topics she could start with, a casual conversation -- anything to lead up to finding out what she needed to know, but she was never one to beat around the bush, “are we over?”

what-thepuck:

“I’m not gonna abandon you with the ghouls. That’s tacky. C’mon, it’ll be quick, in and out.”

“Okay-- lets go”

what-thepuck:

“Sure.”

”Give me one good reason it’s not.”

“You weren’t so happy to see me last time? What if we’re midway through and you decide you need space -- I’m left to deal with the ghouls by myself--”

“Go through it with me.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Not enough to scare you off, is it?”

“No -- I’ve seen worse--”

#chat:puck #puck014 #what-thepuck #event: haunted house in the shrieking shack

“Well -- that doesn’t look good--” her eyes widening at the sight of students running out of the shack, their faces pale as they headed right past her.

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chefsuri-blog

If it was just meant to be champagne, I have a lot of questions about the quality. And the people you’re working with if that’s what they decide to drink.

#chat:rowan #rowan011 #chefsuri

“I think the people I work with are interesting -- all seem to be a bit on the edge and the cheap champagne, doesn’t really surprise me in the slightest -- is that bad? I feel like that’s bad--”

acemclaggen

“She’s havin’ a perfectly good time on the team, thank ye’ very much.”

#chat:ace #ace005 #acemclaggen

“She’s not me -- are you two getting along then?”

arbormchiggs

It has for the last sixteen years.

#chat:arbor #arbor003 #arbormchiggs

“Okay. Thanks.”

#chat:puck #what-thepuck #puck013

“Huh -- okay. I tried -- you know what, fine. Have a good night, Mclaggen-Higgs--” she tried, she knew she had messed it up to begin with and this was probably what she deserved, but he wouldn’t even attempt to talk to her. This was going nowhere -- she knew that much.

Puck shook his head, his irritation growing while, miraculously, his exterior only grew more composed. “I don’t have anything to say. You came here to tell me you messed up? Fine. I don’t have anything to say to that. This is my brother’s party, so I need to be out there,” Puck said, standding up and walking towards the door. “If you want the privilege of talking to me, you can do that some other time.”

#chat:puck #what-thepuck #puck013

“Merlin, you’re just so --” her own frustration growing as she let out a sigh, watching as he stood up, “I didn’t come here for that. i know that I messed up -- I wanted to acknowledge the fact that I did and tell you that I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t fix it. I just -- I didn’t come here for that, I came here to say that I want this back. I want us to be us -- I was dumb and just tired of everything and I made the worse choice I’ve made in a long time and the last two weeks have been shit -- I just miss you. All the time. I didn’t want to do this here -- there wasn’t an ideal time and I know it’s brother’s party and you should be out there -- I miss you, I needed you to know that”

“I don’t know. But it’s better odds than there are right now, isn’t it?”

#chat:puck #what-thepuck #puck013

“No -- I don’t believe that, I don’t see how talking through a letter is going to make it better when you can air it out to my face -- if you’re mad or hurting or something because of something stupid that I did that had nothing to do with how you make me feel, I’d rather you say it to my face than having to read it--”

acemclaggen

“Oi –”