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[lunasfernandez]

[Luna throws the small pebble toward the upper left window of the house in front of her, not bothering to shield herself any more from the downpour that’s soaking through her clothes. She has too much on her mind to worry about things like that. She knows it’s a little cliche, throwing a pebble at Lenny’s window, but she doesn’t have her phone with her to text her that she’s outside. Lenny doesn’t even know that she’s here. All of this is spontaneous, a decision that Luna made on the way home from arguably the worst dinner she’s ever attended. She shudders, whether from the memory or the rain she isn’t sure, but she puts those memory on the back burner of her mind right now. There’s more important things to be worrying about right now and she cups her hands around her mouth when she sees the window open, revealing the other girl.] Come down here, Len. I need to talk to you.

[floramadera]

Flora scrolls through her phone in her trailer, music from her speaker on full blast to drown out any outside noises. It’s always loud on set and rather than listen to crashing and banging from whatever is being built at the moment, she sets her music on shuffle and waits for someone to come and get her to start the day. Usually, filming doesn’t start for a while after she arrives on set, allowing her to wake up fully and get ready for a full day of work. However, halfway through her normal routine, she hears loud banging on her door before it swings open, Peter rushing inside, his eyes wide. “What are you doing? That girl gets here soon, you have to get ready.” Flora’s eyebrows furrow and she turns off her music, slipping her phone in her pocket as she stands up. “What girl’s coming? What are we getting ready for?” She asks, following after him when he scoffs and walks out of her trailer. “Shay Bishop. The girl from Make-A-Wish. Do you even read the emails you’re sent, or are they all just immediately marked as read?” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, dodging a few miscellaneous workers as she continues to follow him. She wracks her brain trying to think of the emails she’s read over the past few days before a light goes off and her eyes widen in recognition. “Right, I remember now. I thought that wasn’t until next week, though,” she defends herself, walking ahead of him when he opens the door to the private set for the show. He gives her a look before shaking his head. “Just go join the cast and pray to God she isn’t here already.” With that, he runs off in another direction, leaving her with the only option of finding everyone else and waiting for whoever this girl is to show up. She walks through a few rooms, finally finding everyone gathered together in one of the smaller areas all surrounding a girl she’s never seen before. Shit. She tries to walk as quietly as she can to join them, accidentally knocking over a prop which earns her the attention of everyone in the room. “Look who finally decided to show up.” She smiles sheepishly, waving at the group in front of her and closing the distance between them. She reaches a hand out in front of her towards the girl she doesn’t know, smiling as genuinely as she can. “Hey, sorry about being late. I’m Flora.”

[fxrocity-blog]

“My mom has been so over protective lately,” Clary declared with a brief shake of her head and a slight laugh. The strangeness of the heirloom passed onto her and mom’s attitude aside, she was thrilled to say that this birthday, as of yet, was a success. She was happy to be able to spend her first night as a legal adult (  and now future student of Brooklyn Academy of Art )  with Simon and Maureen at her side. As twilight reached Brooklyn and streetlights flickered on, neon signs bringing the city to life, the trio had found their perch on top of Simon’s just-short-of-obnoxious yellow van. The art plastered around it mimicked that of many buildings in New York, proclaiming various band names and symbols Clary found fitting in the midst of her spray painting.

They continued to chatter on (  Simon with his references, Maureen insisting Clary ought to question her mother, Clary quick to wave off the concern )  as they waited out the time before the two she was sandwiched between were due to their gig. It wasn’t that different of a Saturday night as usual --- what had she been expecting, she’d suddenly feel like an adult rather than the teen she still was? --- especially when Simon announced the new band name after the performance. 

The only odd thing about the whole situation was the growing unease settling in  Clary’s chest as she stepped away from the van and saw the unsettling symbol she had painted on the side with the new name, as pointed out by Simon.

“You know, they have confirmed cases of people waking up and speaking French. And they never even studied the language.”

“You think that’s some kind of language?”

“Sanskrit, maybe.”

The redhead gazed at the symbol, struggling to remember where she’d seen it before --- an attempt to pinpoint the uncomfortable familiarity prodding at her in the back of her head. She was only interrupted when a dark haired girl knocked past her shoulder as though Clary wasn’t even there. “ --- Hey! Can you watch where you’re going?”

[milleyonaire]

[Milley sighs as she cuts vegetables, her eyes glancing at the clock on the stove. She had wanted dinner to be done before Sonni came over but she’d gotten sidetracked by a student after her last class and it had taken hours to help them out. She’d had to rush back to her apartment to make sure she even had the ingredients for what she was making. She really hopes that there isn’t anything that Sonni is allergic to in stir fry. She figures that there’s not as high a chance of that happening as opposed to other foods. She starts cutting an onion and she silently thanks God that she chose to take her makeup off before cooking, otherwise it would be streaking all over her face from the tears in her eyes from cutting it. Even though cooking is a lot of work, she’s glad that Sonni’s coming over. She hadn’t really wanted to spend the night by herself, but given that her girlfriend had cancelled their date night for studying reasons, there wasn’t really much she could have done. She practically jumped at the chance to have Sonni come over. She hates being alone and she’d be happy doing anything as long as it didn’t involve her being by herself.]

[karvaldes]

Karina would be lying if she said she wasn’t freaking out right now. Her heart is beating quickly as she tries to distract herself while she waits for Bianca to show up. There’s really not even anything to worry about. They’re just going to watch a movie together. It’s not like it’s a date or anything- Bianca had said that she wanted to be friends. Just friends. At least, that was what Karina assumed. She had meant to have the movie be a kind of date, but she hadn’t said that word out loud. Bianca probably just thought this was a friendly night in. Karina would also be lying if she said that didn’t make her heart drop a little. She doesn’t let that bother her for long, though. Tonight will be fun no matter if it’s a date or not. It’s been a long time since she’s really connected with someone the way she connects with Bianca. She likes being able to talk to her and she isn’t going to risk their budding friendship because she’s maybe thought about kissing her once or twice. She’ll gladly hold that in as long as she gets to hang out with the other girl. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, her heart picking up speed again as she looks at the time. “Oh, God,” she mumbles to herself, trying her best to take a few breaths to try and calm it.

[ntcnks-blog]

"All we have left to do is assign patrol for the night," Moody said. It was Tonks's first Order Meeting; her mentor had begrudgingly agreed to her presence there. After all, Tonks was powerful, dedicated, and skilled, with her extreme clumsiness as an unfortunate afterthought. She would have been the best Auror graduate of her batch if she hadn't accidentally knocked over one of her teammates during the final exam. 

No matter. What was important was that she was here. She looked around the room, searching for a face younger than her own. While she was turning her head, her glance snagged on a shabby-looking man. He looked more tired than anyone in the room, which was a feat unto itself. And yet, there was a quality to him that drew her in. It was as if he'd lifted the weight of the universe on his shoulders, only to shake his head wearily at the world. She caught his eye and winked. 

"Tonks, you'll patrol with Lupin tonight." She followed Moody's moving eye and found the same man she'd winked at. Tonks kept herself from blushing. As everyone cleared out, she went up to him. "Wotcher! Nymphadora Tonks." She held out her hand and made a face at the sound of her name. "Nice to meet you."

[marcelinebeaufort-blog]

Marceline was restless. It was easy enough for her to sit at home when her eyes had been turned away from reality. Though she was loath to admit it, the monsieur she'd met had made his mark. He had turned her world upside down, and she was determined to confront him.

In plainer clothing -- Transfigured at l'academie by her and her friends -- Marceline walked to the self-same café where she had seen Monsieur Scruffy. She ran a hand through her curls; messiness would make her more believable. 

She managed to catch the tail-end of the same speech she'd heard from the kitchen. He was bright-eyed and passionate, and Marcé could see why he was the one speaking. As he finished, she gathered her courage, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Marcé feigned a playful smile when they came face to face. 

"We meet again, monsieur." 

[ferozxjavid]

Feroz let his arms tighten around the boy whose back was pressed against his chest, his face pressing into his neck. It was early in the morning, around six or six thirty, and Ozzy had class soon, but he couldn't be bothered to get up. He could miss just one class. It would be the first time he was skipping that semester, and it was just a filler course anyway. The work was easy, and he could always get the notes from one of his friends who shared the same class. He sighed and opened his eyes slowly. The sun had just barely beginun to rise, leaving the sky a dusky pink color. This was probably Feroz's favorite time of the day. Everything was quiet, and he could hear the birds chirping and it was just very peaceful. Perfect time to draw. He peeked at his boyfriend for a minute, making sure he was still asleep, before he slowly pulled away from him and stumbled around his dorm room, searching for his sketchpad. When he finally found it, Feroz sat down in from of his boyfriend, making sure that their was enough light from the window to catch his face, before he started sketching him. He was finished by the time the sun had completely risen, and he glanced at the clock, noting that it was nearing nine in the morning. Sighing once again, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the other boy's forehead. "Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty." He mumbled, teasing him.