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[the-qussy]

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[freddy-ryland]

[ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― Quinn calms Freddy down from a vision-related panic attack in a loud place

What's holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies Passageways to windows That don't close

There were blasts of green shooting off. The body weaved and ducked, curling beneath and under tapestries. Then a flash of yellow caught somewhere beneath her neck - air what was airairair - the Body was going airborne, eyes finding a portrait, horrified while the oil was slicked over with red so much red paint, like a prank gone wrong.

The crack echoed around in the Body's skull, coming from its ears.

There was something soft beneath the body, all warm and plaint, all covered in fabric and barely stirring. The rush of bodies before them was growing ever larger, piling through the door and meeting giants and flashing spells as they went down down down.

The Body needed to breathe, and as it slid off the body beneath it another spell caught it in the arm spinning it sideways and into the stone wall with a thump lost in the din of battle.

The spine was cracking, bits of bone shooting out of its back and slingshotting. Vertebrae and muscles flaying, skin peeling from its back, a hooded figure laughing as the Body died and faded against the ground. They were laughing.

Pointing and laughing.

Laughing so loud it sounded like joy, crowning, victorious over Freddy's crumbling body and wilting figure. She hit the stone wall with a soft thump, sliding onto the ground with a hushed cry as the Hufflepuff buried a cry into a bitten tongue, long limbs tucking around her body as the coppery tinge of blood filled her mouth. It was pounded in her chest, in her ears, plugged with only laughter and her heartbeat going faster than any hummingbird's wings could.

Hands latched around her palms, pulling at her nails that came free from her flesh with a low painful moan.

"--ars, come back to me sweet one," Freddy felt legs trap her own, slinging around her thighs while her legs sprawled forward, still twitching, feet wiggling with phantom pains while sharp short breaths entered and exited her lungs. But her vision was spotting over, head tilting back to explore the array of black sparkles and blackholes that threatened to overtake her.

"Please," the Voice was close to Freddy's ears, a palm covering one, Freddy could feel their skin stick to her own, blood slick and congealing, "breath deep."

The breath got caught in her chest, and Freddy let out a choked bellow as it expelled out.

It was so fucking hot; Freddy pulled at her clothes, limbs jerking as the fabric stuck against her sweating skin, hair matting behind the knob of her skull. Hands pulled off her jumper leaving it balls onto the floor and tugging down her thigh highs, cool air slinking around sweat-soaked skin like a cat.

But her heart kept going, sharp tictacktiktacktip - faster and emptying into her skull - blaptakcitkkslaptaktiktaack - all wrong and beating - clinktactikptaptaptippptaaack - wrong and ringing against her ribs as she balled up her fists as another sheen of green spells covering her left eye and the right found a swirl of bodies in front of her, dressed in spring game wear. Where was the blood? When was she?

"She's having a fuckin' panic attack!" The cry cut through the mixed-vision-real-life din that was echoing around Freddy/Body.

"Madame Pomfrey--!"

"--with the beater--"

Snips of conversation around Freddy, coming through the screams and curses flung around the body.

"...oh fuck it all then-- 'land get UP!"

Blood was coming from her mouth, dribbling off from her bitten tongue. It was coming from her ear; the delicate inner workings had broken again, the words coming in bursts and slips.

"Stop yelling!"

It was blessedly silent for a few moments, Freddy blinking away the blackhole spots to find eyes, and a voice, lips so close to her own. The sound coming from them so loud and clear it found purchase in the space Freddy/Body carved out into the universe. They hovered, jilting into place as the Voice continued to bark it's orders, and the tiktapsliptaackblahblahtiktaack of her heart was the only sound left as Freddy/Body focused on the Voice, heavy across her thighs.

It lasted a minute as a shouting cry came through the Voice's orders, the vibrations of stampeding feet rushing around the two forms pressed against the wall to avoid them, Freddy twitching incessantly as she felt a hand pressed against her poorly working lungs.

"Listen to my count--" the Voice guided her, a siren, an angel, a chorus, dragging Freddy in and out of the blackhole threatening to swallow her whole, "--ne-- ree-- " the voice was getting caught, as the past came back, with a screech as the wall beside Freddy blew apart, debris crashing into her prone body, pebbles finding a home in her flayed half-corpse not yet dead, "--ive." But the world was slipping apart, in and out, Freddy not quite in either, stuck in the throes of her unstable magic.

"Li-- -arm" The Voice rang through the shattered hallway, above the din of laughter and screams; Freddy blinked open her eyes that she was sure had popped and jellified onto her skull. The spell had been one of flaying and melting, so why was she still breathing? Why did they need an arm?

"Make it quiet -- noise," Freddy's jaw tried to form words even as the body deposited her in the present, but the laughter was still around her, pointing at her prone figure, slaughtered on cobblestone. Sweat soaked through the Hufflepuff jersey sticking to her bones still encased in blood and muscles, and a comforting weight is thrown across her thighs. The vision released her with an uncomfortable pop, but her heart didn't know that as it continued to stutter stop then restart in sharp, unrelenting hard beats. The world was spinning and unsure, but gravity made a person as Voice/Quinn's fingers ground into her temples.

"I'm going to vomit." Freddy attempted to say. But it came out garbled and spluttering as she violently twisted to her side, a cool hand gripping her hair and cupping her chin, as she vomited the rest of her treacle tart, sips of spiked butterbeer, and blood until it washed the stone with bile - yellow-green-red. Deliriously, Freddy thought it needed a bit of blue to round it out.

But as the bile spread, soaking Freddy's skirt she began to shiver and cough through the tremors in her chest while her overworked lungs expanded with oxygen, a headache growing from her nose and spreading across her head.

There were still bodies in the corridor, pounding rushing feet and crowds, but there was silence in the bubble. Quinn's face hovered an anxious few inches from her face, fingers coming up to wipe away the blood and vomit from her lips. Linden was above them both, with T and Des behind their shoulder, standing just outside the silencing bubble's shimmer.

"Can I have some chocolate?" She asked trying to steady her breath, but her heartbeat hadn't slowed still holding the time signature of a rave. Quinn dug some out from a pocket and pressed it between her lips.

"Oh my darling, can you stand?"

Freddy didn't answer, instead locking her shaking muscles around Quinn's shoulders, burying her dirty face into her collarbones, soaking in a heartbeat a tad too fast, the sweet candy melting in the heat of her mouth.

"Can we sit, quiet for just a while?" it came out jumbled, mumbled, and through the blackspots still hovering in her eyes waiting for a moment to drag her beneath again. Freddy held Quinn like a child would a loved stuffed toy, fingers playing with loose strands of hair, rubbing over the knobs of their spine.

"Yes of course my Sun and Stars."

[mymischiefisnevermanaged]

Are You Better Than a Death Eater? Edition 2

*Ted walks in promptly and cheerfully*

((OOC: Based on John Mulaney’s Radio City Netflix Special! Tonks by the wonderful @whatsupitswendy​​! This is the updated edition with @youngwolfchaos​ playing the cheerful Ted Tonks! The original is posted here.))

[sleepless---in]

Có chị gái bên Đức về muốn ăn sập hết cả cái HN này. Thế là chúng tớ dắt nhau đi đặt bàn, chọn chỗ và order dăm bảy món dành cho 3, 4 người 🙊🙊🙊

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[freddy-ryland]

Who was your first kiss with, and did you enjoy it?

"Q was my first kiss of course and I enjoyed it and still do -- don't you kiss your friends? But, I loved our kiss, we were so young I think we might've even been the same height still."