#ft. winifred

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ft. @winifrvd​

He’d snatched the bottle from a faculty area, almost smirking to himself that the professors had been hoarding the good stuff. The pop is muted even to his own ears, and he finds himself sitting just outside of escalus house, turning it over in his hands. It is only when he hears steps does he glance up, smile as phony as the laugh. “It took a few hours, but I took you up on the offer to join you in a drink. Am I too late?”

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The campus was relatively quiet that afternoon, many still reeling from what was to them probably a large shock. Not every day your headmaster went off his rocker, he supposed. But Xandre had no such delusions. Or perhaps, too many? Everyone seemed to be torn on the details these days. But he felt no desire to move from his spot, a personal favorite sat back against the trunk of an ever aging tree, lounging under it’s offered shade and picking idly at his nails. He itched for cigarettes he’d run out of, also too hungover to consider going to buy more just yet.

Down the path he saw his cousin emerge from a building, heading in the opposite direction from where Xan sat but he paid little mind. No, his object of study was the one who also seemed to spot the male, the figure standing not far from where he reclined and looking far too invested in one William Preston. Jesus, she needed a poker face. 

“WINNIE!” He called out, wincing at his own volume, but did it twice more until her attention was caught. “Stop pining and come sit with me, will you?”||  @winifrvd​