⊰ CRY BABY ⊱

❝ I don't want to be brave, I just want to be myself.❞ erin collins sixth year. ravenclaw. muggleborn. Herbology Enthusiast. Secret Photographer. Peter Pan to seven amazing lost boys. Candle collector, chronic crier, worrywart, and occasional violinist. Neutral.

[witchycollins]

RJ HUGHES.

               Something small and sorry saw RJ reeling for a short moment, before she plopped, miraculously, down into a chair. ( Better that than falling over. ) “ It’s, uh, it’s no biggie, man. Really. Hey… you’re not… Sco-Scobie Doo-something?? Are you?? ” RJ sat up straight, fidgeting with the comic clasped between her fingers. “ I’m meant to find her and set up the tech stuff for the band, but all I know is that she’s, well. She’s not… tall… ?? ”

“Scobie?? We don’t even look alike, I have blonde hair, she has brown hair,” Erin whisper snapped, feeling an intense guilt afterwards that she couldn’t really express. The ANXIETY, it ate at her, it g n a w e d at her, and today it had eaten at her people skills, especially. Her kindness was there, somewhere, but today she felt all sharp edges and intense fear. “Sorry, I, uh, erm, I, fuck -- I ... -- wow, I’m sorry, I really can’t think right now.”

[witchycollins]

“Coming to this party was a VERY bad life decision on my part,” Erin mused to herself, as she decided to try to leave. Try, because before she had even made it more than a couple of feet she ran into someone, “fuc-- I’m so so so sorry!! I’m just a little flustered at the moment & I was trying to get out way too quickly, mate. My bad. APOLOGIES.”

[witchycollins]

hufflying :

“Huh–oh, sorry.” Ying turned, making a face at the dirt on her hands, and explained, “Hagrid let me plant some things in his garden, but it’s getting cold so I wanted to move them to the greenhouses. I don’t know why we don’t utilize more of the grounds–it’s actually very good land.”

“Ying! You were supposed to let me know! I never wanted you to do any of this alone, please tell me you have more to do, right? I need to get my hands a little dirty right now, life’s just being, well, life.”

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geneticswiz :

“What, don’t look at me like that. This is all in the name of science. Come on now, stop diddle dallying. Allons-y!”

“Malachi! Which Doctor are you even supposed to be? You’re just scaring me, and even though I do really want to know why you’re e x a c t l y wearing that very strange outfit I have a ton of things to do, y’know.”

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barbaragriffiths :

“Don’t come any closer. I’m sick. Best to just save yourself.”

“You jump, I jump too, Jack,” Erin still kept her distance, leaning by the doorway as she inspected her friend with worried eyes. “You’ve been sick a lot like this, y’know.”

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altwitch :

“No, I won’t fuck you. No, you can’t buy me a drink and…no, I’m not lonely and I don’t need you to save me.” She repeated, eyes focused downward instead of up at the person taht approached her. “Yes, I know my ass looks good in these pants. That cover it?”

“Were ... -- you expecting someone, Benji? Because if you were, that’s totally fine! I can go, but yeah, if you expecting someone, that’s alright, I’ll just go.”

[witchycollins]

brankovitchxj :

“Wiggentree, got it.” Jimmy repeated, though his smile began to falter as he read Erin’s expression. Was it him? Was it because he didn’t remember? Was it the wrong plant? As Erin continued, he couldn’t stop the soft smile from reappearing. “No, no, not at all, Erin. You didn’t sound like… an arse,” Jimmy attempted to imitate her accent. Concerned, Jimmy placed a supportive hand on the arm, “Hey, it’s alright for you to tell people to watch what they do around your plants. No one here thinks you were rude or mean. I’d do the same if people kept ruining my plants.”

Hearing him try to repeat her accent made her look up, snapping her out of her fog for a brief moment, a small laugh coming from her mouth. “I have a feeling that if you try that accent, you’ll be the arse who gets the living daylights beaten out of him.” It wasn’t until she was done that she realized his hand was on her arm, and prayed to something bigger than herself that she wasn’t flushed. All he had been was kind, sweet, and interested in plants when it was quite obvious that he wasn’t the best in Herbology. Now he was comforting her? Taking a deep breath, Erin tried to keep the tears of gratitude she felt rising up as she replied, “thank you. Really, I’m such a mess with this all, I just, they’re my plants, y’know? Anyways, ignore the almost crying mess in front of you, how have you been doing? Quidditch is still taking you away, like you’ve said, eh?”

[sunfloewer]

[witchycollins]

endless list of muses – erin collins || crybaby by melanie martinez 

❝ She was a GIRL. A living girl, smart and sweet and awkward and u n u s u a l, and she was worth far more than they could ever realize. ❞

[witchycollins]

tipsyturvywarrington:

“Well, it’s five o’clock somewhere?”

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brankovitchxj:

Jimmy stepped round from the corner to finally join the rest of the Herbology club with a small smile curling up on his lips as he watched Erin deliver her speech. “Agreed!” Jimmy said with a thumbs up, and approached her after the rest of the members returned to their activities. “Hey, Erin. I’m not that late, am I? Oh, and I’ll be sure to pass on the message about the, uh… Your plant.” Jimmy turned to inspect the plant behind her, not knowing whether or not it was the right one. “I think it looks really good. You can tell you’ve worked hard on it. We’ll just have to make sure no one messes that up, right?”

Erin hadn’t realized she had garnered so much attention, and certainly not enough to get an excited ‘agreed’ from who she realized was Jimmy. But, as she looked around her, a group had congregated around her until she stopped talking. Horror registered on her face as she felt Jimmy’s presence come up to her, shaking her head when he asked her if he was late. “It’s a Wiggentree,” she piped up with an apologetic smile, biting her bottom lip, looking down. After he complimented it, she nodded her head before asking, “I wasn’t mean was I? I mean I just -- I just started going on, and I didn’t think anyone would bother. Usually they don’t and then they seemed to, and I didn’t sound rude, right? Not like an arse?”

[witchycollins]

“While I’m all for medicinal marijuana,” like it was actually medicinal, “could people please not grow them in the greenhouses? If there is any chance this Wiggentree is gonna grow, it sure as bloody hell won’t around the chemicals in it. I looked it up. This first stage is mighty crucial and -- just please, don’t? I’ve been working real hard on it, yeah? Please? Can we all agree to leave Erin Collin’s plants and the rest of the Greenhouses plant’s alone?”

[fairytalesques]

she dreams of ships, of seas, of storms. breathes saltwater, wakes up, breathes grey smoke and fog. in dreams, she can be a pirate, an adventurer, a sailor of seven seas and a hundred more. in reality, she is a shadow, slinking over stone streets, waiting for a door to open, any door so long as it leads far, far away from home. truth is, girls like her, with pirate’s hearts, aren’t meant for just one solitary home. the ocean calls in her dreams. one day, she will answer.

WANTED: ADVENTURE | M.J. (via fairytalesques)

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