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[archive-princescourt]

             “Not even I can make staff do their damn jobs.”

[firstborntrahearne]

“The Grove always looks so different when it rains.

Granted, it’s good for us, here, but you’d be surprised how many sylvari seek shelter instead of enjoying the bit of rainfall.

Though I suppose I am a bit of a hypocrite. Here I am taking shelter in the Dreamer’s Terrace, though for good reason...I can’t afford for my books and scrolls to succumb to water damage, as it were...”

[firstborntrahearne]

"Returning from Orr can be a disorienting experience, sometimes."

[themasterofkurain]

“Hey hey, I see a lot of faces stopping by! Hello, I’m Maya Fey, the Master of Kurain Village!”

[malfoytrash-blog]

o p e n | 6th Year

[ It's not that bad, it's not that bad...    Perhaps, if he kept telling himself that like     a damn broken record, he would believe it.    He can still f e e l  it, the wet, though drying    blood staining his robes. It was painted all    over his white t-shirt, his tie, and his pants.    Even a gash on his face hadn't healed, a    tint of scarlet still present. His clothes were    also a little damp from the bursting of pipes..    He hadn't been wearing his full uniform, so    there was no covering it. Though, the halls    seemed empty. Good. He didn't want anyone    to see him like this -- shaky, bloody, and pale    as a ghost from the loss of blood. Snape     managed to shove two potions in his hands    before fleeing back to Potter ( the almost     k i l l e r   of the night....not him. ) The first    potion was for the pain, the second was    to apply on the scars. He had patched him    up miraculously, but the pain still licked    his skin like a flamed tongue. He gripped    the second potion in his pocket as the    other went to his stomach. He felt like     he was sick --- dizzy if anything. There was    a chance he could get the scar-mending    potion on once someone where glass-jar    specimen weren't watching his every move.    The boy kissed by moonlight with pale skin,    light blond hair, and silver eyes suddenly     braced himself on a stone wall. Just one...    J u s t    o n e    s e c o n d ....he hoped as    he steadied himself, trying not to collapse.    The hospital wing was out of the question...     He couldn't risk Madam Pompfrey seeing     what was inked across his arm....no.        ]

[malfoytrash-blog]

  「♕  ;  ♢  ❝         Too bad stupidity isn't painful. ❞

[malfoytrash-blog]

❝ Wow, do all state schools          look   like  Auschwitz?  ❞