“What do you do...if you’re in love with a boy...who is ENTIRELY out of your league and who will never look at you like that? I’m pathetic and in need of advice.”

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“What do you do...if you’re in love with a boy...who is ENTIRELY out of your league and who will never look at you like that? I’m pathetic and in need of advice.”
Sprawled across the library floor, papers and books surrounding him, Gabriel Greengrass let out a yawn and placed the open text-book on his chest. The approaching footsteps could have been anyone, but he particularly didn’t want it to be the Librarian- the mess he had made would send her into a shit-fit. “Oh thank god,” Gabe chuckled as he looked up to identify the stranger, happy that it wasn’t the old crone who patrolled the library aisles.
“The whole modern Halloween celebration is stupid, if you think about it. Why do they even let kids celebrate? I didn’t even know what Halloween was until I went away to school, and they definitely didn’t let first years participate. And you know why? Because it was just like this.” Meaning, he definitely had not bothered with a costume, but he was helping himself to drinks. Nothing excessive...yet, but he was well enough past tipsy at this point. “Well, there were no...Death Day parties? But that’s because we weren’t haunted.”
“Merde,” Evelyn hissed, staring up at the top of the bookshelf and cursing her short French father for her small stature (in her opinion her only weakness). Narrowing her eyes at the bookshelf, she also cursed the Charms essay which was due the following morning, and the fact the one resource she needed to finish it was out of her reach. Accio, such a simple spell, she thought as she felt the nine and a quarter inch wand quiver with anticipation in the pocket of her robes. The spell was simple enough, but for the Flamel girl had only been of use when she wanted to cause scenes of mass destruction. She had always blamed the Veela hair core for the temperamental nature of her spell-casting, though her Charms professor (ironically who was the reason she was in this predicament in the first place) claimed she had a ‘distracted mind.’ “Distracted mind my ass,” she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to check nobody was watching and placing her small, ballet-pumped foot on the first shelf.
Teddy was having the TIME of his life, whizzing around the crowd as numerous people attempted to catch him, just as hyper as ever as the liquor buzzed through his veins making him even more so deliciously CAREFREE. After stepping outside for a moment to get some MUCH needed fresh air, his entire body was glistening with sweat, gold locks plastered to his forehead, curiosity suddenly consumes his features at the sight of Tiberius flapping toward him. Brows furrowed he sticks out his arm to grab the letter, opening it rapidly. His heart SINKS the moment he reads the letters, hands shaking for a moment as tears well up in his eyes. He’s frozen, in disbelief, as pale as Moaning Myrtle.
“I feel like I have to sleep for at least three days and have a full body detox thanks to that party in order to get back to some sort of functioning state”
“Note to self...Do not attempt to snog the Whomping Willow because you will just end up with a black eye and a broken arm. I know this now.”
“Well I’ve been stood up again. I suppose it was mental for me to actually believe that someone could be interested in me.”