#chat vale

[chitglendasays]

@mulciverish

“where did you go when things went sour at the party?” glenda demanded to know. she had her arms folded across her chest as she had had them since she heard people were placing bets saying that he was responsible for the attacks. being busy dealing with potter drama she had not even thought of asking him but now rumors had reached a far point and the daily prophet didn’t answer any of her questions. “tell me it wasn’t you, vale, say it.”

[mavciber]

“valerius, valerius, valerius.... fuck, I said it 3 times, why are you still here?”

@vmulciber

[chitglendasays]

Glenda was sitting outside the quidditch pitch, enjoying the weather while doing some light reading. The real purpose of her being there was to catch a glimpse of the boy who had both threaten her and captured her attention in ways she had never felt before. It felt wrong up to a certain point but no one knew of Glenda being a logical person so it would not have been surprising to see her there had they known. When she spotted him leaving she closed her book, grabbed her bag and ran after him to catch up. “Were you trying to hit me with that hex?” she said after clearing her throat to catch his attention. “The one that hit, Amelia, was that aimed for me?”

@mulciberish

[chitglendasays]

@vmulciber

had glenda worn baggier clothes to the feast then maybe he wouldn’t have found himself in the predicament he was in. the dress was too tight and too short and it took one wrong move for it to rip at the back. “you have got to be kidding me!” more foul words came out of his mouth while he fought with the seams of the ruined dress. “this was custom made, I hate whoever did this!!” he said loud enough for those around him to hear. “and don’t look at me like that!” he said to the dark haired girl he had locked eyes with.