#location tbd.

[petriichvrs]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  i  told  you  not  to  contact  me. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @dolors​​  /  percy weasley​  !

"  percy,  i  didn’t-  ”  and  here,  her  voice  cracks.  defeat  is  an  illfitting  coat,  and  ginny  is  loathe  to  ADMIT  it  but  faces  down  no  other  option  ;  after  what  feels  like  an  eternity  trying  to  persuade  him  to  let  her  inside  the  apartment  he  shares  with  nikolai  karkaroff,  she  has  to  admit  where  the  fault  lays.  shoulders  slump  &  she  presses  her  forehead  against  the  cool  wood  of  his  front  door,  squeezing  her  eyes  tight  and  searching  for  words  she  hasn’t  already  used  before  she  settles  for  ones  she  already  has,  because  they’re  all  she’s  got  left.  “  i  didn’t  know.  how  could  i  ?  ”

[volatiicus]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  knox’s flower store  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @kxbellem​  !

"i don’t really have the room for a christmas tree,” she insists, though it’s a little bit of a fib. there’s no good reason for that ; telling the truth of her destructive cat and the real life tree he had knocked into a roommates priceless crystal collection last year would probably earn a laugh more than it would judgement, but keira can’t help but think it ten times MORE mortifying than her little white lie. her commitment to the bit is definitely commendable, but somehow, she’s more uncomfortable in this twist of the truth than she is with far, far worse ones. “but i’d like some kind of ... shrub. a small one. that i can put some tinsel and baubles on, you know ? do you have anything that’d look halfway decent, like that ?” 

[petriichvrs]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  we should get some breakfast, i could murder a stack of pancakes. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @ofretells​​  /  gabrielle delacour  !

“i’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she groans, all the while trying to make herself all the smaller on cosy settee and, for good measure, pulling the heavy knit blanket that molly had given her last christmas up over her head, once and for all. she definitely wasn’t keeping a whole stack of pancakes down after the night of few cares that she’d had, though after a minute of brief consideration beneath her throw, ginny poked her head out, again, just enough so she could peer at gabrielle through sleep heavy eyes, “maybe a coffee. maybe.”