#abbybxnes

[niamhthelionheart-blog]

♪

Cherry On Top - Oh Land

You can have it all but you never stop‘Cause all you ever want is the cherry on topAnd all you ever dreamed of, it ain’t enoughYou’ll never fill that hole with the cherry on top

SEND ME A ♪ AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE FOR OUR CHARACTERS BASED ON WHATEVER SONG COMES UP ON SHUFFLE

The snow that fell outside the walls seemed to dampen sound. Even inside the castle it seemed soft, quiet, cozy. It may have been because everyone was in their dorms packing, but the castle seemed emptier than it had for the past few weeks as Niamh patrolled the hallways. It had been an hour and Niamh hadn’t seen anyone other than a few third years huddled in the library. She wasn’t going to give anyone detention on the last day before break anyways, so Niamh decided to return to her room and finish packing before dinner. 

Niamh didn’t see another soul her entire walk back to the tower, in fact she had almost stepped through the portrait hole when she heard sniffling down the corridor. Concerned and curious Niamh turned toward the sound, leaving the Fat Lady muttering curses behind her. She ignored the painting and tip-toed further down the hall, finally peeking around a corner and seeing the creator of the sound.

It was Abby Bones, hair askew and face red, leaning haphazardly against the wall. Niamh had seen her year mate stressed before and this was generally what it looked like. Most of the time Niamh didn’t have a hard time understanding Abby’s propensity to tenseness, but in that moment she couldn’t fathom why her friend was upset. They were going home tomorrow, they would have two weeks to relax, unwind, sleep, how could Abby be strained at the thought of that?

Without thinking Niamh stepped forward, placing her hand on Abby’s shoulder. “You alright?” she asked, recognizing the stupidity of her question as she said it. Abby seemed to run on 200% all the time, always going the extra mile, constantly out performing herself and every other person in the room. Niamh envied her work ethic, her passion, nearly everything about her. She just didn’t seem happy. Not that Niamh was always happy or that she’d never seen Abby crack a joke or relax, just that the amount of time she spent busy and sad seemed to outweigh the benefit she got from all her hard work. At least, that’s the way Niamh saw it.

[abbybxnes-blog]

“I’ll just take one-” 

“Thanks.”

[sofia--sanchez]

“I wonder if they have white hot chocolate--”

[declanclaverdon-blog]

Hey. You look beautiful. Even more beautiful than usual. 

[declanclaverdon-blog]

Meet me tonight by the old oak tree. xx - Abigail

I’m on my way right now. I can’t wait a moment longer to see you. 

-Declan

[jaxgreengrass-blog]

Zinnia.

Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

When Jax was six, their only real “friends” were their three older sisters, Adelaide (Addy), Delphine (Delphy), and Elodie (Elly). Addy, the second youngest, was nine, Delphy was twelve and Elly was fifteen. Usually, hanging out with them consisted of being dressed up in dresses, and sitting in the garden (when the weather allowed it) or the bedroom of one of the girls, usually Elly’s, because she was the oldest. It was never really their cup of tea, even at a young age, and they didn’t have their first real best friend until they started school.

[effiemclaggen-blog]

🎼

Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson

[rhettsexbang-blog]

train

––––– Rhett actually despises train travel. Growing up his family typically used the floo system or apparition when they needed to get somewhere. As such, he’s not fond of trains in the slightest. He thinks them much too slow and inconvenient. 

[roxanne--w-blog]

brush

If Roxanne had to pick one thing she absolutely hated, it had to be brushing her hair. It was, and still often is, full of tangles and frizz. As a child, her mother insisted on brushing it every day, and the girl still suffers from nightmares about it.