Kitty: Hey, so, general rule of thumb, when someone leaves your apartment early in the morning, you warn them if you have neighbours that don't mind their own business.
Kitty: And if you do have neighbours that don't mind their own business, you lend that someone a damn umbrella like she's Taylor fucking Swift leaving her private jet.
Hayley was wary - she always was when knew people showed up on her doorstep. Hope was out for the day with Klaus and Hayley was glad for it in truth. The last thing she needed was someone else attemtping to hurt her daughter. The hybrid crossed her arms over her chest as she took in the tall man before her.
The brunette lifted her brows, head tilting to the side. "Can I help you? This is private property." She motioned around the compound garden.
TAGGING → Madison McCarthy (ravenclawmadison) & Sam Evans
TIMELINE→ Friday, April 21, 2023
SETTING → Hogwarts Castle in an empty classroom.
SUMMARY → Madison and Sam meet to talk things through.
MADISON:
Honestly, Madison had never been so drawn back from her fellow classmates, friends and even her twin. She had never gotten to the stage where she was afraid of her own thoughts, feelings and actions. Alcohol, from what she had heard before the party, was bad. Yet she still drank it. She still got herself drunk, compeltely drunk, and then ended up doing awful things. Like making out with one of her closest friends. And then cying into another friends shoulders, only to then take their first kiss. Even then, when sober, Madison had just...Well, she took the cowards way out. She was terrified of her actions, and had no idea how to solve them, or to sort them out. Since when had her life become so much of a soap opera?
Yet here she was, casually sat on one of the tables in a classroom Madison could only call ‘scarily empty’. There was no sound coming from anywhere. Although there probably was, Madison was just blocking it out as she waited for Sam to turn up. It was strange how things turned out, Madison admitted to herself as she thought over the past few days of her staring up at the ceiling every day, trying to think about how to solve this. Chances were, she just needed to talk about it all. Let it off her chest and then move on from there. Maybe.