valcarrows:
“it’s fucked up, right? i’m just, you know, stating facts, voicing my opinion. it’s 2023—-i have rights!” vals hands moved wildly through the air as she ranted, her pace brisk—-but nora would keep up, she knew. “snitches DO get stitches, and—–” she huffed, fists clenched because as much as she’d like to light brent nott and his personal library on fire, nora was right. jac, at the very least, would lock up her broom til val was old and grey. “—-well it’d better be a fucking good prank, nor. i’m out for blood. ….figurative blood, yeah yeah.”
“You do!! If being best friends with Celia Bones has taught me anything, it’s that you have rights!!” Nora’s stride moved in sync with Val’s as she also kept up to listen to her, she offered her arm as she tried to think of something devious enough for Brent but nothing crossing the line lest Val got in trouble for it and had to miss more game time. It would have to be something that seemed like it could come from only Nora herself, “I’m THINKING you can’t be involved in this particular prank planning, but, I assure you I’ll deliver.” she didn’t mean to change the subject so abruptly, but she did have something else to tell her friend. “ -- -- Did you hear about that trashy party that’s taking place after?? I might swing by but only so I can give an appropriate rating on how SHIT it is.”













