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walking around after hours was alice’s specialty. she like to think of herself as the silent protector of the halls. her dumb hero complex, it was also a rush. alice loved running from the professors and not getting detention. however she heard a noise. tilting her head the teen followed the sound and came across another person. alice noticed a small blonde in the hallways and she went up and tapped her on the shoulder. “Whatcha doing?
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Ludo ya se estaba empezando a aburrir de aquella feria navideña pues no había nada que en verdad entretuviera a Ludo, todo era un ambiente bastante familiar y estaba por irse cuando cierta rubia llamó su atención. Ludo la reconocería facilmente en cualquier lado porque a sus ojos era algo así como su fan numero uno —Veo que decidieron no solo mandar a esa pequeña con la camara a cubrir el evento— expresó con aquella sonrisa tan encantadora en su rostro ( @enchaantinglynasty )
Text: Rita & Edgar
Rita: I was hoping you would go with me.
Edgar: Go where?
Edgar: You realize you're texting me, Edgar Bones, right?
January 4th, 1982 12:00 pm The Daily Prophet
{xoxogossiprita}
Click, click, click.
Narcissa focused her attention on the sound her heels made against the cobbled stone. Her head was held high, her back straight and a glimpse of disdain in her eyes. She could feel the stares on her back as she moved through the paths of Diagon Alley.
They should never have let her go. I heard they had her locked in a cell. While she was pregnant! How awful.
The two categories of whispers travelling through the air. Of course, the Malfoy thought to herself, the Auror office couldn’t wait to lap the secret. Narcissa was used to whispers and stares during her trips but never had they been of pity (not since Andromeda left) or hatred (envy, yes, but never hate). Everybody moved out of her way like she was some kind of fragile doll about to break. As if they had never seen a pregnant woman before!
The Daily Prophet.
Narcissa finally reached her destination, stopping just inside the hall to take a breath and finally roll her eyes in annoyance at the behavior of those peasants.
“Mrs. Malfoy!” The receptionist jumped up in greeting. “Ms. Skeeter is waiting for you in her office.”
With a friendly thanks Narcissa headed to the office of Rita Skeeter. If she had had any doubts about talking about New Year’s Eve, those doubts were now firmly behind her. The Auror’s Office needed to be brought back down to earth. Nobody messes with a Malfoy – or a Black for that matter – and gets away with it.
[PM] Get a grip, pretty boy. I'm not interested in a fantasy you hold dear to your heart. It's an important topic. Are you interested in a collaboration between your company with my Psych ward in a Holiday mixer?
[PM] What heart? Must have me confused with someone else~
Psych ward? Talk about creepy -- Halloween is over and done with. But, I’m gonna guess it’s for kids, eh. I guess. What did you have in mind exactly? I need a bit more than that.
[PM] Hey. I have something I wanted to talk to you about.
[PM] I know seeing me every single day on the dash must really tough for you to handle, but nah -- no threesome with Brett and I. Anything else?
Hello sir, do you want anything from Atlanta?
[TEXT] Hello. Well, I don’t know. What are they known for there?
