Jul 10, 2015
“It’s not easy being drunk all the time. If it were easy —- everyone would do it.” She swallowed dryly, muttering to herself, “I just want to stand on the wall and piss off the edge of the world.”
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“It’s not easy being drunk all the time. If it were easy —- everyone would do it.” She swallowed dryly, muttering to herself, “I just want to stand on the wall and piss off the edge of the world.”
“Quick! Someone tell me how good I look as a sailor -- I didn’t wear these heels and this dress for nothing.”
“I’ll admit —- coming as Kermit the Frog was possibly in bad tastes.”
“ I know its Halloween and all but really? We had practice this morning and everyone stood me up. --Could’ve at least told me.”
Halloween, seventh year; a room full of tipsy hunnies rocking costumes each skimpier than the last —- or, in simpler terms, Lance’s dream come true. His face lit up at the sight of Amma Avery clad in mercifully revealing cat outfit, turning to shake the person next to him, “ho, shit. See that?” He exclaimed giddily, eyes wandering to another seventh year next dressed as a nurse, “Daddy Mac died and went to Heaven tonight, baby!!”
Smoke pushed past dark red lips, billowing out like fire would of a dragon’s. Parties weren’t her thing, per say, but she enjoyed the noise that they provided. Hanuel leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed as she soaked in the vibrations the numbness that her ‘poison’ gave her in that moment. Though, she wasn’t prepared for someone to disturb her. She had never been the one people would look to first and she never had the patience to deal with clients and underdogs on a personal level. “If you need something make it fast. If you do not, leave me be.”
“Will you please kindly shut up?”
He was f a l l i n g. Falling, and listening to the voices of his dead brother. That was all Cassius could remember before he was jolted awake and whisked away from his bad dream. Just a nightmare, he told himself. It wasn’t real. Lucius blamed none of them for his death. And yet, the dream was imprinted on his mind so vividly. Reaching for his wand while he tried to regulate his breathing, Cassius climbed out of bed unsteadily. “Lumos,” the boy muttered, watching the tip of his wand light up with a little beam. Slowly, he began to creep out of his dorm room and into the Common Room, hoping that none of his dorm mates had heard him waking up.