#artofconvincing

[warlipsticked]

TEXTS: BROOKE ⇆ RILEY

BROOKE: Riles, I just saw the messages now

BROOKE: PLEASE tell me you're okay

[warlipsticked]

TEXTS: BROOKE ⇆ RILEY

BROOKE: Riles

BROOKE: please tell me you did not get a matching tattoo with your nerd on Friday and that it was just some alcohol induced fever dream of mine

[warlipsticked]

TEXTS: BROOKE ⇆ RILEY

BROOKE: alright, bitch, where've you been?!

BROOKE: don't tell me you've been hiding out with horror freak all this time 🤢

[nxahfxster]

&♀$ for riley

& for a loving text

[RILEY -✉] i just thought you should know, you’re beautiful and i love you and when we graduate i’m wifing you up. 

♀ for a heartbreaking text

[RILEY -✉] riley, you’re not answering and it’s fine, i knew it was going to happen one of these days. just know i love you and i’m sorry and i wish i could see you one more time before i go.

$ for an accidental text

[RILEY -✉] how do i pick from so many? its a ring, i only got one choice and one chance if i fuck this up audrey...

[thebicurioushalf]

She wasn’t the most sure about this. The idea of flaunting her body around in a short skirt would usually make her body crawl and make her mumble about how this sets women back to the 60s like some cheesy rom-com where the girl is putting away her own self-worth to be objectified by men. It made her cringe. But when Riley looked at her with those doe-eyes, telling her that the vixens needed more members and that she should at least try -- Audrey had a hard time saying no. 

“If Cheryl laughs in my face, I’m leaving.” She commented, arms crossed over her sweatshirt. She refused to put on yoga pants, or a skirt, even for this tryout. She wanted to be comfortable, and if that meant looking more gay than she even claimed to be, so be it. 

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[prophetlestraange]

Blessed are the Wicked

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Rodolphus sat under one of the many oak trees on the perimeter of the black lake. The black lake was a place for him to study and work on his craft without interruption. He had a silk cloth laid out in front of him, this silk cloth housed divination tools. Things like his water scrying bowl, bone scrying set, and wooden rune set. He wasn’t allowed to remove the family crystal ball from Lestrange manor otherwise he’d have that too. He excelled in Professor Trelawney’s classes, he even made it into the advanced Divination class. Rod was not fond of the professor but he knew she could help him further develop his skill set. 

Upon reflection and a moment of silence, he picked up the water scrying bowl peering into it. These scrying tools had been in his family for generations, it had been such since the Lestrange’s had a true seer in the family. He cleared his mind and took a deep breath, counting backward from ten. Ten, nine, eight, seven...six. His gaze was fixated at the bottom of the bowl, looking for any potential answers. His eyes began to glaze over as a black figure danced within the ripples. Rodolphus couldn’t make out the figure, or what its intentions were. He had a horrible feeling in his gut...a snap of a twig nearly made him jump. His chest heaved in and out as he tried to calm his pounding heart. Looking over his shoulder he saw the Fortescue girl. ‘ Bloody hell, you really shouldn’t go sneaking up on people Fortescue.’ Rod had nearly dropped his scrying bowl, all hell would’ve broken loose if that happened. ‘ What is it you want then? ’