maxwell escolheu o pior momento possível para dar uma olhada no curta de taylor swift. por mais que não se incomodasse de chorar, era diferente fazer isso em público. aproveitando que já havia acabado seu café, simplesmente levantou e foi até o banheiro terminar de assistir — e chorar. após assoar o nariz e sair da cabine, com os olhos ainda levemente avermelhados, deu de cara com @pkieran. sem pensar muito, abriu um sorriso forçado. “ei. alergia.” explicou, apontando para os olhos, e foi para a pia lavar as mãos, mesmo que não precisasse. “ahm... o dia está chuvoso, né?”
“eu tô impressionado com todo esse figurino dos atores.” cochichou para o mais baixo, sem tirar os olhos de algumas pessoas que pareciam mesmo terem sido congeladas; uma maquiagem bastante realista. “queria perguntar como fizeram isso, mas vai que eles jogam a desculpa de que não podem sair do personagem... você não ficou curioso?”
Que Agatha era uma chata com regras, isso era irrefutável --- pergunte à Lorelai --- mas tinha o direito de zangar-se ao encontrar alguma companhia indesejada nas salas de dança privadas da Matres Academy por um motivo maior. Era arriscado que a vissem dançar sozinha pela transformação que ocorria como Odila, especialmente à noite. Ademais, o rapaz que vagava naquela área também não se parecia com nenhum de seus alunos; e isso foi o suficiente para que a Morrison se aproximasse dele com a carranca estampando o rosto. “Não pode estar aqui.” Disse, esperando que ele desenrolasse alguma desculpa esfarrapada. “Também não me recordo de vê-lo na Matres antes. Se perdeu, por acaso?” Ergueu as sobrancelhas, o tom de voz num tom mais grosseiro do que deveria.
Notes: Kieran finally meets Thalia, and, in her, tries to lose the feelings that seem so wrong.
Extra Notes:
Again, Thalia found herself in this little place. This small bubble of peace, a sanctuary of quiet undisruption in this chaotic world. The sun hadn't even risen, but then again, the sun had set and the moon arose without Thalia so much as closing her eyes in sleep for two minutes. It had been a restless, tossing-and-turning night for her, to say the least. And finally, when her bed was too hot and her covers too heavy, Thalia had gotten out of bed and thrown herself out of the nearest window, changing into a bird.
Her wand already strapped to her ankle and changed along with her, Thalia was free to soar and fly high into the air, enjoying the brisk, sweet night air. But even birds get tired, and so it was that Thalia chose to take respite on a familiar railing on a parapet that formed out of Ravenclaw Tower. She hopped about here and there for a few minutes, catching her tiny, quick breath before deciding to change back. So, she fluttered down to the floor, and moments later, Thalia the human stood in the bird's place.
She conjured some clothes, a simple little nightgown and such, seeing as the temperature on the parapet was now continually warm. Sighing, she walked over to the table and sat down, trying to shake that cloistering feeling that had already begun to creep back under her skin. Ever since her night with Remy, her life seemed to have slowed down. Nothing new, nothing exciting. The highlight of it all was hardly such. Randall being hurt was nothing to celebrate, and the lockdown his attack caused had only served to bog things down even further.
Each passing day found Thalia struggling a little more to smile and to laugh. She couldn't take pleasure in the little things, and the gossip was beyond boring at this point. She wanted to feel bright again, as she had before her time with Remy. Another sigh found its way past her lips, and Thalia rested her arms on the table, her head lying on top on them, staring dismally out at the navy sky.
“And...finished!” Violet set her quill down and blew lightly over her newly completed essay on the magical properties of wolfsbane. She quickly scanned through the 17-inch sheet of parchment, checking for any obvious spelling errors. It wasn’t her best work but it would have to suffice. She was having trouble concentrating on her assignments for the past few nights, probably due to her lack of sleep. Rubbing at her tired eyes, she glanced over at her study partner and friend, Kieran. He too was burning the midnight oil.
She had met Kieran in her third year during Gryffindor’s Quidditch Cup winning celebration. They were both sitting on the same armchair when he introduced himself as the team’s keeper. They formed a close, sibling-like bond, something Violet never succeeded in having with her blood brothers. She wasn’t very close with his twin, Kaden, but she admired their tight-knit relationship. Kieran was one of the few people with whom Violet felt completely at ease. She never hesitated to tell him what was on her mind, and she believed that he felt the same way around her. They were each others secret-keepers.
Noticing a light snoring noise, she looked back at Kieran, realizing that the book he was previously holding was now covering his face. She grabbed the nearest pillow off the armchair and chucked it at him, aiming for his head. “Kieran!” she hissed, keeping her voice down to avoid disturbing the few students around them. “Wake up!”
