#p:loraly

[jenny-donovan]

our broken utopia || lorifer

Jennifer eased her way out of the bedroom, her head pounding and body aching. Most of the previous night was a dizzying blur - though there was one part that was still very much crystal clear. Sleeping with Andrew hadn’t even remotely been in the cards for her, and yet, it had happened. And Jennifer had no idea how to take it. She also wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to Loraly about the whole ordeal. Loraly was Andrew’s cousin. Would she be angry with Jennifer over it? 

The blonde stumbled into the kitchen and searched around for a bottle of water. The second she found one, she twisted the lid off and began to chug the contents, her mind filled with the worst case scenarios. 

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[jenny-donovan]

Brick by Brick ||Lorifer

Jennifer knocked on the door to her new apartment with her foot, unable to open it herself as her hands filled with the food she had picked up from the store down the street for Loraly and herself. The move to Catford hadn’t been nearly as stressful as she’d imagined it would be in the days prior. It probably helped that to have a roommate with vampire strength and two working eyes - neither of which Jennifer herself had. 

It felt strange, to have a new place to consider home. The house she and her mother had shared in London had been her safe place since she’d joined the magical world. And Jennifer wasn’t sure any other place would ever feel the same to her, no matter how long she lived there. 

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[jenny-donovan]

The classroom was silent save for the sound of tearing fabric as Jennifer’s spells struck their mark. Curses and hexes flew from her wand in an unending torrent,  barely a second passing between each. She had drastically increased her time spent training since the attack, using the dueling club as an extended practice. She had decided to use her pillows as the target, too worried about permanent damage to use anything else. A pillow wasn’t all that important; she could use a sweater if it didn’t survive the training session. Which was a very real possibility, considering how much abuse it had taken within the past few moments. There was a large tear across the front of it and feathers hemorrhaged from the cut, floating to rest on the floor around it. Not a good sign. 

Just as she was about to repair the pillow, she heard the soft click of the door as it closed. Whirling around, she aimed her wand at the intruder, a curse already on the tip on her tongue. It took her only a second to recognize the girl in the doorway and she relaxed, her wand dropping back to her side. “How did you get in without me hearing you? I only heard the door shut.” 

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