#alevanmulciber

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Alice settled down into her favorite armchair, pulled up her leg, placed a large book behind the parchment and started writing back to Evan. Things were a lot better between them. Not perfect, but she did have a lot of time thinking through everything that happened and she was ready to talk about everything. They had a lot to discuss, after all, and not just the lies he told her. Technically she hasn’t been completely honest with him either since the entire Rodolphus thing happened, but she wasn’t sure how she could just tell him, especially over letters. She was still going back and forth on whether or not she was actually going to tell him about it all, but she still had time until when they agreed to meet.

She was collecting her thoughts, thinking through what she wanted to write when a big thump came from the front door and Alice snapped her head up, looking towards the door. “Dad? Was that--” she called out to her father, but the words died in her throat because Evan suddenly appeared in the door, looking frantic and mad and scruffy. For a second she just stared at him, confused, and then she quickly put aside everything in her lap and stood up. “Evan, what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are you-- are you alright?”

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[greernotdear]

The car thing started out as a dare. Or, to be more specific, a combination of "You wouldn't dare" and "You couldn't do it anyway". If anyone knew either of them, they would know that neither of them really like backing out of a challenge and those two words alone are enough for both Greer and Evan to do whatever they were dared to do. So the two combined, and you've got this. Greer hunched down in the driving seat of the car with an open door, trying to find a way to start this fucking machine without using any magic.

Alright, maybe it was partly because they really didn't want to get a ride with any member of Evan's family, too.

She's been suffering with that thing for at least the past ten minutes, but maybe longer. She did curse ever since she was working on this and she could feel her throat getting dry, so maybe it was longer. But then the car thing gave out this other noise and whatever that was, it sounded like the fucking machine was finally working and Greer whooped in cheer. "We are definitely not going with your parents now, so can I hit them on the way out of here?"

@al-evanmulciber

[greernotdear]

;;let’s shake things up

What the fuck was Dumbledore thinking, really?

Sometimes Greer wondered if the old dude lost his mind or purposefully walked the line of insanity sometimes. Who even came up with stuff like drug a bunch of stupid kids, lock them up into a rushing Hogwarts Express and have them scramble around for fuck knows how long to try to find a fake mystery that probably not many people gave two fucks about.

At least she had a pack of cigarettes on her and she didn't get any specific roles. She wouldn't have wanted to play any kind of stupid role - though that murderer part was very tempting. If one less student returned to Hogwarts, people wouldn't notice, right? Right?

Her only hope was to find Evan. She was almost certain he didn't want to take part in this idiocy, unless they found some way to fuck with it, so she lit a cigarette and she went to find her best friend. It was the Hogwarts Express, it's not like it was the castle, so it shouldn't take too much time.

And it didn't. It only took her a couple of minutes and she found him in the diner area. She popped down to the chair in front of him with a loud, dramatic sigh. "I think the last time I wore a dress was when my mother forced me into it and I found a way to burn the thing within the first five minutes of the event and went and changed into some pants." She was really not a dress girl, especially not fucking corsets.

"Please tell me you are not excited about all of this either."

@al-evanmulciber

[greernotdear]

There weren’t too many people Greer actually wanted to see on this party that night, she would have just preferred to just say fuck it and go home (why she didn’t do it yet, she still didn’t understand), but one of those very few people was Evan. She was looking through the crowd from the moment she entered the building and when she finally found her best friend, she let out a relieved sigh and immediately headed over there.

“I thought you weren’t even going to show up for a second,“ she said as a way of greeting and grinned at him for exactly half a second before it turned into a frown. “You okay? Did something happen? Did the owl die? Is it Fortescue?“

[ @al-evanmulciber ]

[greernotdear]

💍 ..., ❗️ ❤️♉️

💍 - for a voicemail after my muse has got engaged

[voicemail to Bestieee]: It worked. Evan, theplan worked. I mean, I honestlythought it was going to be a disaster and something would blow up or I’d losethe ring or even worse, she’d say no,but none of that happened, it all turned out well and amazing and she said yes.LECTO SAID YES, EVAN! I AM GETTING MARRIED! Never thought this would happen,but this is a thing now. Thanks for all the help. Also, start gettingcomfortable with pink, cause you’re gonna be my maid of honor.

❗️ - for a voicemail after my muse has heard some news about your muse

[voicemail to Bestieee]: I’ve heard what happened with… with that fucking idiot of a woman. I would tell you she isn’t worth hurting over, but you loved her and me saying that really won’t help, so I am coming over. I am always bringing vodka and whiskey and stuff you can smash.

❤️ - for a voicemail after my muse has been on a date

[voicemail to Bestieee]: So, I think I justhad a date. I am not sure, never really did the traditional dating thing, itwas usually just fucking and out of there as soon as it was done, but I thinkthis counts as a date. Lecto and I went up to the Astronomy Tower. We had apicnic thingy and the made out a lot. It was amazing. If this is what thedating thing looks like, I might just do it more often.

♈  - for a voicemail after my muse has been arrested

[voicemail to Bestieee]: You’re going to laugh at me but I am actually really pissed for getting caught by these people. These mudbloods. I got arrested by them. And they took my wand and everything else which I can’t even get out of here, so I need you to come and pick me up and somehow you also need to bring like, a lot of muggle money because unless you pay, I can’t get out of here. And I want to say a lot of more insults but they are eavesdropping and I don’t want to piss them off more. We can do that together once I am out of these… handcuffs, which apparently they use for more than just sexual reasons, at least I hope this isn’t some weird ass foreplay before they try to push themselves on me. They will lose their balls if that happens. Anyway, please come and pick me up. I am dying in here.