#e: gemini

[snakedtongue-blog]

talking bird {Gemini}

Ace & OPEN

Ace drummed her fingers, the tips of her fingers stinging a little against the rough tabletop. Her nails, all of them, were chewed down to the quick. She twisted her tongue over her teeth, flicking it over as she cast a glance at her classmate besides her, both eyebrows darting upwards in silent exasperation.

There was a discreet 'ahem' that made the Slytherin's face go red, lighting up her cheeks in a blush as she turned around to face the front of the class. She ducked her head in apology before Professor Bolwing continued with her lesson.

When the end of Charms rang, Ace was up like a shot, gathering not only her books but her table-mate, too, holding the books all piled high in her arms to chatter happily to them. "For the love of Morgana, that class just dragged. Don't," she nodded for emphasis, twisting to avoid another pair also hastily escaping the class. "don't get me wrong, I love Charms but - good grief, that just dragged on, didn't it?"

"Oh, oh wait," ah shoot. Florence grimaced, working to shift the teetering tower of books around to be able to make separating them easier. "What've you got this next class? Going my way? Because my way's a free way, bless everything. I'd probably go a little bit bonkers, if I had to sit through another class after that double-bout of Charms."

[teddwardlupin]

goes around, comes around {Gemini}

Edward & OPEN

“Mister Rodgers!” Professor Lupin’s voice cracked like a whip over his class and they flinched under the fury in his voice. The student in question froze, his face still twisted up in the mockery that earned him his teacher’s attention. “Fifteen points from Gryffindor.”

“But sir -”

“Add another five to that. Do you want to keep going, Rodgers?” The Gryffindor shook his head, his face twisting up into a scowl. Edward raised his eyebrows, unimpressed with his now sullen pupil. “If you’d like to give me such a cheery desposition, you can keep it up as you clean out the Thestral stalls this Saturday.” Of course, that means the child’s mentor would have to be informed of where he would be spending his Saturday evening for the next couple of hours; Weasley could pitch whatever fit she wanted to, at the news, it wasn’t like he could give a shit one way or another how she behaved.

“Good, now - as I was saying - I expect three feet, by Thursday, of discourse over today’s lesson over the habits of boggarts. Yes I understand that they’re also covered in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Higgins.” Another kid, further in the back of his cluster of student ducked their heads as he steamrolled over their protests. “However, they are also creatures which means we will be studying them next time. Do I make myself clear?” A chorus of agreements, reluctantly given, and he nodded, waving a dismissal to the third years. They scrabbled away as quickly as possible.

Edward turned, the heels of his wellies sucking to the mud, as he trudged back to the hovel he has yet to find the time to convert since taking it over into a more appropriate dwelling.  He barely made it inside, the door clicking behind him to a soft close, before someone rapped against it. He sighed, pulling it open with a bland expression to greet his visitor. “Yes?”

[chronicmelancholic-blog]

Please, Lucien, I am just trying to keep you alive. Just make it to class and eat something, okay?

WELL. You’re doing a fucking FANTASTIC job of that, sister dear! Are you going to ask if I’ve had that follow up, check on that fucking hole in my head? What about my leg, have I been doing my therapy?

Piss off. 

I’m not a kid, stop acting like you need to give a shit.

[chronicmelancholic-blog]

the kids are all fucked up {Gemini}

Lou & OPEN

Jesus fucking CHRIST. Lou ejected out of his seat, the stool nearly toppling over in his haste as he peeled the fuck out of dodge.

Away from the fucking letter dropped in his lap by his sister's stupid fucking bird, away from her goddamn nagging, away from the pile of stupid fucking homework that he didn't give two shits about. He wanted to get the fuck away from this stupid, shitty castle, too, but God, the headache was not worth it.

It was, however, just too goddamn much so Lou stomped out of the fucking barrel and didn't even wait until he was out of the cesspit of a basement before he dug through his pockets to pull out his cigarettes and sucked that fucker down before he was outside.

His boots were heavy as hell, as he marched across the dew-ridden ground. Lucien made as much noise was fucking humanly possible because there was nothing he could break, no other way to scream out this spark of RAGE other than to kill the fucking grass.

Hopefully, he stepped one some of those stupid fucking animals that just covered the castle in their shit. Fuck, he could be that lucky.

"The fuck," his voice was muffled around the butt of his smoke. He didn't care enough to take it out to speak clearly, just stuffed his hands in his pockets because it was fucking cold. "are you looking at, bro?"

[chronicmelancholic-blog]

Are you feeling okay? Did you eat today? Have you made it to class? I didn't see you at breakfast, did you go?

Kali, fuck off my back Jesus. You’re not mom, stop acting like it.