girl has a matchstick mouth

MY BRIGHT LIPSTICK SERVES AS A WARNING TO OTHER PEOPLE: DANGER, I AM POISONOUS.

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fata-mxrgana:

“I wouldn’t now, I’m not a party person. Everyone does say you were missed.”

“of course they do. and what were you doing, then, if not at the party?”

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isaacspinnet:

“merlin, isn’t your voice the best thing to hear FIRST thing in the morning ? party sounded shit anyway, so i’m going to have to give you that one.”

“i can think of one thing worse: having to wake up and see that face in the mirror first thing,” val shot back, looking pleased, “it was shit because i wasn’t there to liven things up, spinnet.”

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cressidc:

sometimes i wonder why i even came back here, i mean i was pretty fine in france. beauxbatons was way cleaner and far more pleasant, at least visually, than this and on top of that, the people were way hotter than the people here. gosh, when my father asked me whether to go to study in south america or give hogwarts another try, i should’ve chosen south america or even begged him to let me stay in france. this is a disaster. 

“you know what’s making hogwarts SO much better for me right now? your constant whining, cress.” val drawled, feet perched up on one of the couches in the slytherin common room. “honestly, between you and zach if i have to hear one more thing about beauxbatons i’m going to hurl myself into the lake----and that’ll be one less diamond in the rough you have here at hogwarts with you. is that what you want?”

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jiaxsong:

Jia glared heatedly at the girl in front of her. Wow, she had chosen well deciding to be isolated. She couldn’t imagine dealing with this girl more than she did now, “At least I’m not cruel.”

val shrugged the other girl’s glare off, barely holding back a smile at her anger, “it’s called being honest. and you’re the one who tried to start this little spat; i’m just better at it than you. maybe you need to stay in the kiddie pool a while longer.”

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maxxflint:

max didn’t even attempt to stop her when she reached to loosen his tie for him. she had never been so kind to him before—speaking to him with such softness in her voice, brushing back his hair—he didn’t know what to think, but he also didn’t exactly mind it either. in fact, he’d never experienced anything so innocently intimidate. his family never did anything like that with him before.

he took a few more deep breaths, willing himself to calm down. when he was finally able to control himself, his eyes found their way to val’s face again. “celia was hurt…” his voice cracked on the last word. he felt his eyes become teary again, but he refused to let himself lose control.

val’s lips twisted in sympathy. truthfully, she didn’t know what to say. she didn’t care about celia bones, and max allegedly hadn’t either, for a long time. but clearly that wasn’t the case, and so val tried to be understanding, tried to imagine how she’d feel if the roles were reversed. “hurt how?” that was probably not the best question to ask, so she followed up quickly, “i just mean, max, that-----you know, i’ve never seen anything that pomfrey can’t patch up---” and as someone who’d gotten into her fair share of fights, she’d seen a lot, “----max, i’m sure she’s going to be okay. all right? she will be.” she gave him a firm nod, as if her saying so settled it, “you just need to----just try to relax.”

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stonecoldfvx:

     “You do!! If being best friends with Celia Bones has taught me anything, it’s that you have rights!!” Nora’s stride moved in sync with Val’s as she also kept up to listen to her, she offered her arm as she tried to think of something devious enough for Brent but nothing crossing the line lest Val got in trouble for it and had to miss more game time. It would have to be something that seemed like it could come from only Nora herself, “I’m THINKING you can’t be involved in this particular prank planning, but, I assure you I’ll deliver.” she didn’t mean to change the subject so abruptly, but she did have something else to tell her friend. “ – – Did you hear about that trashy party that’s taking place after?? I might swing by but only so I can give an appropriate rating on how SHIT it is.”

yuck. celia bones. truthfully, val paid little attention to her, but max was a friend, so she was firmly #teammax in the ongoing bones/flint saga. she gave a disingenuous smile, “what a doll.” a much needed distraction int he form of nora’s offer, “the only person i’d trust with revenge more than myself is you, so-----have at it. just don’t get expelled or sent to azkaban----and----i did, actually.” a smile crept over her face as she thought of saturday night---the whole weekend, actually, “but, luckily for me, i’ll be spared the horror of having to witness clarke cross on a broom or tyler wielding my beater’s bat like he’s got ANY clue what to do with it. i’m going away for the weekend.” she said smugly, as though she were just waiting for nora to ask where she was going.

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seethiing:

Dallas stopped smiling rather quickly when she started talking. “Wow, you’re funny–good one, you complain about your parties but you don’t even invite people who you don’t find cool?”

“i complain about other parties, hello, keep up, helmet hair. and why would i invite boring people to a party to make it more interesting? superb logic.”

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seethiing:

“Very funny, I am not a second year so lucky for me I don’t have to be in potions. I do not have a baby face, look I just don’t get invited to your parties. Sometimes I don’t want to go,” Dallas whispered the last part under his breath.

“awwww----i don’t want to go----typical words from every loser who’s never been invited to a party. maybe once your voice drops, but i wouldn’t count on it.”

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seethiing:

“Who are you?”

“aw, if it isn’t babyface reilly, looking as clueless as ever. aren’t the second years supposed to be in potions right now? you better scurry back to class before a prefect sees, sweetie.”

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jiaxsong:

Jia narrowed her eyes at the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. Defensive, she snapped, “Someone like what?”

“someone like.... you? you know, lame, lacking in friends, thinks being apathetic about everything makes you super cool and edgy but all it really does is make you boring. and easy to overlook, like i said. get it now?”

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“----all i can say is: it’s clear that when valeria carrow leaves the castle, so does ANY hope of a decent party. even with the threat of naked weasleys, it sounded like a snooze-fest. luckily for you plebs, i’m back.”

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alexollivndr:

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despite his nerves, alex was completely stoked for his visit home. sure it’d only been a week or so since his family had sent him off to school but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss them. however this visit was different. he glanced over at valeria whom he’d held on to tightly to fight his own nerves – though it wasn’t as bad as hers he suspected. with a grin, he turned the knob, stepping out of his shoes as he called out. “i’m home!!” the smell of his favorite food met his nose as he spotted a tiny rowan sprinting to him followed by a pretty, dark haired woman who, even by a glance, was unmistakably his mother. alex pulled val in behind him only letting go to scoop up his little sister who had tried her best in tackling him before sinking into his mother’s hug.

“omma, this is my…girlfriend valeria. val this is my mom.” his smile was bright, unlike the smirks or half smiles that curve onto his lips at school.

valeria carrow did not do nervous. when she wanted something, she took it; when she thought something, she said it. it was selfish, and sometimes reckless, and led to things like being benched for the first game of the season, but it was her. but for one of the few times in her life that didn’t involve her parents, her ever-present confidence failed her now: there were butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her palms were probably embarrassingly sweaty----unfortunate, since alex hadn’t let go of her hand. because along with nervous, valeria carrow also didn’t do parents. and yet here she was, about to meet alex’s when they’d barely defined what they were; and her track record with parents consisted mainly of her own (terrible) and the zabinis (ambivalent). and alex was so excited, it was easy to tell that his family was different from most she was used to. he and his parents loved each other----they LIKED each other. and val wanted them to like her.

and suddenly they were surrounded, and alex was smiling, and his family was looking expectantly at her because she was his girlfriend. girlfriend?? a warmth bloomed in her chest and she couldn’t have fought back the smile that stretched across her face if she tried. “hi----hi,” she stuttered a bit, reaching out to shake his mother’s hand, letting out a muffled ‘oomph’ of surprise when she was pulled into a hug instead,”it’s----so good to meet you.” she said, face flushed, smile a bit wider. “and you must be rowan-----you are even cuter than alex said!” and then his mother had her arm around her, talking as she led valeria to the kitchen, and val barely had time to turn back to alex and mouth ‘g i r l f r i e n d ?’, eyebrows raised and undeniably pleased grin on her face as she was swept away.

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maxxflint:

max heard a familiar voice, though he couldn’t place with who it belonged to, call him maxwell. he hated that name with a passion, but at that moment, it didn’t phase him in any way. there was a far more pressing issue at hand. at first he saw their feet. then he looked up and saw them crouching beside him. not just anyone, val, in his presence and asking a question of concern. a new wave of emotions passed over him—gratitude, relief—which caused more tears to flow out. dealing with emotions wasn’t their thing, and yet, here she was.

“i—i can't—” he couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t even say that he couldn’t. he brought a hand to his collar, tugging at it, fully knowing it wouldn’t do anything unless he untied his tie. but even fully aware, he couldn’t bring himself to do what he knew he needed to do. he tried to take a deep breath, though it was a shaky breath. “cel—” a sharp pain went straight through his heart, enough to make him shut his eyes and wince from how much it hurt. he couldn’t even say her name out loud, how was he supposed to tell one of his good friends what was wrong with him?

“okay, okay.” val was trying not to panic-----merlin, he was crying. full on, tears, kind of hyperventilating, crying. and val was by no means an expert at comfort; usually her attempts came with threats against whoever had hurt the person she cared about. this was something different, though, and so she channeled jac, imitating the movements her sister would make to comfort her after a particularly nasty fight with their parents. “max, max?,” her voice was softer than usual, and her hands slid up to loosen his tie as he grasped at his collar, “it’s okay, max, it’s okay, just breathe, all right?” she let her knees hit the ground, resting on them as she brushed back his hair, “you’re okay, just.... breathe. talk when you’re ready.”