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[charzerilli-blog]

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Charlotte: there's gonna be an after party, right?? it's what r kelly would've wanted

[heatherjamie]

text to:

Jamie: I'll give you a pound if you try to shower in the chocolate fountain

Jamie: Please, anything to make this less boring

[lucaslockwood-blog]

“Lauren’s still running  a pretty high fever so it’s looking doubtful she’ll be able to make the ball. I was going to stay with her, but she told me I should go ahead, though that means finding a date at the last second. I don’t have much will for it, but if anyone is looking for an escort I am available.”

[cordeliamcqueen]

Taking a break from her art after hitting a wall with it, Cordelia had taken a walk by the river before stopping for a coffee on her way back to the university. Sipping her drink and waiting for the caffeine hit, she was quite content in her own company with her mind running through possible routes she could take the painting she was working on. Something about it was slightly off with her lacking the ease her uncle had always had to bring her creations to life. From mind to canvas had always been her issue, her imagination and high standards for herself making it almost impossible to be satisfied most of the time. Still, she knew how to deal with these ruts: take a step back, leave it and go back with a fresh pair of eyes. 

She’d lost track of the time she’d been in the cafe when on a whim she glanced around the spacious, high ceilings of Vaults before her eyes landed on someone familair. “You would be welcome to join if you have the time.”

[nickmercer]

keeping up pretense | open

The Spring Ball. 

Frivolous though these things might be, Nick’s life was an invariable bouquet of such frivolousness and this ball was, whether he liked it or not, painstakingly important. Not to Nick on a personal level, nor an emotional, but in respect to his reputation, his social status, and his life as he knew it as a golden member of the prestigious and elite. 

It was also an opportunity. Because with dates mandatory, this was an occasion in which tradition worked in Nick’s favour. Potential girls who would both look good on his arm and make him look even better, would look at him with more than apathetic amusement or attraction this week. They would be looking at him in consideration, if he were lucky. They would be looking at him and musing, were he to ask for the pleasure of their company on such an evening, would they say yes? Would he be a good candidate? 

He’d like to think that most of them would think, yes, he would. Because Nick Mercer was a gentleman. He was charming, well-mannered, polite. He had an infectious smile, one which some young woman could foreseeably take home to mother, a sharp mind, and he was flirtatious and sweet. He was also handsome and looked undeniably fine in a suit. 

Nick as the Nicholas Mercer he presented to the student population, was a catch. It was only in the privacy of his own dark spaces hardly even ventured in his head, where he had doubts, and even then, it wasn’t his handsomeness or his wit or his charm that he considered up for debate. It was his intentions and his motives that even he questioned. In his weaker moments. The ones he did his best to suffocate.

This afternoon, he was strolling casually through the breezy courtyard, lazily scanning the roves of students as he sipped on a sweet Americano. Lucas would of course be going with Lauren, so it wasn’t like Nick would have much of a wing man in his friend, in terms of finding himself a date. 

He was honestly looking forward to a time when he was in a relationship—but the sad thing was, his want for it wasn’t in service of his emotional needs, but rather a convenience thing. Being with someone meant he could stop trying so hard to impress, and to make a statement. Having a girl to call his ‘only’ on his arm, meant she was doing half the work for him. It meant maintaining stature, maintaining relevance. He’d be talked about, thought about and respected, and that was what mattered. At least in terms of what he’d grown up believing and being taught, it’s all that ever mattered.

[charzerilli-blog]

“Oh, yeah. You definitely do get your point across. It’s just -- you don’t mind if I make a few amendments, do you? Nothing major, of course, but there are a few points that I’d say need clarification.”

[charzerilli-blog]

“You cleaned up nicely,” Charlotte said, a twinge of barely-detectable airiness in her voice. She didn’t want to be here -- not really. Yet there was something about the unexpectedness of this dinner (or, more specifically, the Quarrel Club being invited to this dinner) that she couldn’t pass up. “I'm impressed. So maybe take all the selfies you have to now rather than when you’re passed out drunk at the end of the night.”

[heatherjamie]

ON CAMPUS

“Tired? You’re thinking of the wrong person. I’ve never once in my life been tired. I do have class in ten minutes though, so you’re going to need to show a bit of speed if you want to say anything,” he monologued, looking blankly at the air in front of him, exhausted but having the stubbornness to appear always fresh as his cup of coffee that morning.