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[ravenclawallflower]

Rhiannon was on the fifth floor, walking back to the Ravenclaw tower, when she heard noises. Usually she would suspects the paintings or one of the ghosts - most likely Peeves. But this time it was different, this time it sounded different.

"Hallo? Is there someone?"

[aureliaeirian]

[lxdobagman]

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

[shetastesofstorms-blog]

Marlene's face stayed passive as the dark haired boy slipped his fingers down her leg. She didn't remember his name, or even his house, but he had bought some 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 from her once, heavy ones if she remembered right, the sort one picked up when they fancied a real good time, and not too much recollection of it. She'd been impressed by the quantity he asked for, but from the look of his shirt, he could afford it. She didn't much care that his fingertips would inevitably creep up her leg, or that they were just perched on a windowsill in one of the halls. All she cared about was that it might just be a good time. 

[aureliaeirian]

"Uh-what in Merlin's name is this?"

[shetastesofstorms-blog]

"No, fuck off. I'm sleeping."

[quxxnrita]

A Story to be Wrote { Rita && Open }

Rita had curled herself up on the bench of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Her hand was scribbling quickly on her parchment, what exactly she wasn't sure. A story would soon come to her once she sat in that spot long enough, she could write ten stories from the drama that transpired at Hogwarts.

She had just began to write another word when she felt a tap on her shoulder and a small frown soon graced her face at the physical contact. Rita didn't like to be t o u c h e d. Yet, this person was an offender of her own personal space. She quickly whipped her head around to figure out who had interrupted her private time.

❝Yes? ❞

[cleozabini-blog]

corrupted lungs | evan & cleo

Slowly, deliberately, her eyes roved the crowd, lingering here and there. Whoever had put this together had done a decent job of decorating, even by her standards; the guest list was something else, but then again, predictability was boring. Cleo took one sip from her full glass, its undefined mixture warming the back of her throat, hinting at the amount of alcohol it carried. However, like many others, she was still guarded. The happenings of the Winter Ball had startled nearly all of them, and it irked her to see the division creeping further and further into Hogwarts; whatever philosophical reasons both parties had, both of those were dwarfed by her displeasure at the new regulations.

However, her mood brightened as she spotted one of her favourite housemates walking through the crowd; catching his eye, she winked, a slow, deliberate grin spreading over her face, before she left the fauteuil she’d been sprawled out on, coming into step next to him.

“Hey, Rosier. What a surprise to see you mingling with us lowly mortals this night.” A faint half-smirk, a questioning raised eyebrow in fake surprise.

“How have you been recently? To be honest, I’m quite surprised they haven’t locked us in our own dorms yet.”