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【Avian Zechariah】 and 「Nicole Lyra "Nike"」
Lovette
|| Fourth Year ◆ Ravenclaw ◆ Older Brother || Second Year ◆ Slytherin ◆ Younger Sister ||
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Avian and Nike arrived at the platform through the barrier entrance, carrying their luggage, their mother apparated them two and gave them a good five-minutes before going back home. The younger sister has her black cat Micah on her arms purring lazily. "Aren't you going to put put him on top of your trunk? It wasn't like he's even going anywhere," Avian started, as if prompting a conversation. Nike raised an eyebrow on her older brother, as if Avian's suggestion was quite a poetic nonsense. Unfortunately, she knew that he wasn't exactly a cat person but it wasn't like Micah was a lazy fatcat. "Is there any problem with that?" She asked sounding abit haughty. Avian was about to open his mouth to answer or maybe aruge, then he shut it a second later. He was starting to get used to it nowadays, Nike was trying to deflect or reflect his questions as if she did not want to talk to him. Maybe it was just because so that he would be annoyed that he would possibly never talk to her in the near future. Yeah, right. Hell, he didn't think he was even that of a doting brother.
Meanwhile, Nike looked over the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Oh, will you look at that? How about Cy and that housemate of hers that seemingly was around Avian's year? Wanting to meet up and maybe drag Avian indirectly to as well for teases. She saw a glimpse of Avian's shrunken guitar on his robe pocket, maybe snatching it from him would make him freak out and follow her demanding to get his guitar back. Well, after all, that guitar was indeed from their cousin that Avian looked up to (in her opinion anyway, Avian pretty much thought Gypsy and her husband Jeremy have a weird and obnoxious taste in terms of fashion. But the good percent of that was on Jer,)
After they dropped their trunk together on the train, Nike slid her hand on Avian's robe pocket and snatched the guitar. It took the older brother to realize that his shrunken gifted guitar went missing, until he saw that Nike was walking away from him. Avian got off the train and exclaimed at her, "Good Lord, Nike! Give it back!" He went to her and offered his hand, as if demanding something from her. Nike gave him a look and said while walking to the two mentioned Slytherins, "Hm? I didn't steal your tiny guitar, don't be such a bloke" The older brother bit his lip, and his grey eyes were glaring, and why could she not stop walking anyway? "Wow, how I am I even a bloke? For Merlin's sake could you just---"
"Oh, will you look at that. Hello Cy, pleased to see you here," Nike crossed her arms and gave the blond third year a smirk. Avian was abit irritated that she pretty much cut him off, see, this was why she was complicated for a twelve-year-old even his friend Sybil said so during his sister's first year. He looked at the familiar face, oh, wait, it was Sera. Sera Avery. Yeah, his classmate who seemed to act like his grandmother Phyllis sometimes (but that was just a hyperbole, or a joke), and rumor has it that two members of that certain surname were thrown to Azkaban recently. How and why? That was beyond him. Avian wasn't the type to read the Daily Prophet, anyway. How he knew what? From his father who had a knack of reading the Prophet and as well working for the Ministry hence he was pretty sure his father has such ears to know the rumors and sayings about the Ministry. He sighed and greeted Sera with a sour tinge instead of starting a guitar scene with Nike infront of them, "Oh, well isn't this Sera? Nice seeing you here. How's the summer?"
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With : Sera Avery, Cy Lillantine Where : Platform 3/4 Avian's Wearing : Ravenclaw Uniform Nike's Wearing : Slytherin Uniform Out.Of.Character : ---
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 12:03 pm
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We both pull the tricks out of our sleeves...
But I'll believe in anything,
And you'll believe in anything.
If I could take the fire out from the water-
I'd share a life and you'd share a life.
I'd take you where nobody knows you,
And nobody gives a damn.
ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ ˢᶤˣᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵛᶤᶜᵉ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉᶤʳ
Vander shrugged, and scuffed at the concrete of the platform with this shoe before admitting, "You're right," and fighting back a smirk at what she went on to say. He was allowed to enjoy himself a bit, it was his second to last year. Besides, he was probably doing the whole house a favor, though he doubted he'd be able to keep Ryans much in check. The halfblood wasn't really one for listening, he was one for running his mouth. And he'd have been furious had he been passed over for Bannister, regardless. Less because of Bannister himself and his halfbreed Ravenclaw girlfriend, but because Vander felt he deserved it. And maybe it was nice to get something he deserved for once. He grimaced as the last call for boarding went out and kissed Wendy on the cheek, still annoyed they hadn't gotten to properly talk before Ryans sauntered over. "I'll see you at the station, if not before, then," he muttered, and stepped on board the train, resolving to find a compartment, or kick some petrified first or second years out of a compartment if they were all full.
And I could take another hit for you-
And I could take away your trips from you!
And I could take away the salt from your eyes-
And take away the spitting salt in you!
And I could give you my apologies...
By handing over my neologies...
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 12:16 pm
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Made something better, he kept it for himself.
I'm not that stupid, I just need a lot of help-
To understand how stupid you really are.
Down at the bottom of the ocean, I lay down;
Nobody's coming; just continue to drown.
And no one here could ever stop my ruin now.
And I know I've got a lot to fear; you'll get me out...
Oh, God, just get me out of here.
α и т ı g ø и e
¢ α š š ı ø ρ e ı α
ł ı ł ł α и т ı и e
яανeи¢łαω │ fıfтн чeαя │ ρυяeвłøøđ │ še¢øиđ вøяи
Anti shrugged awkwardly and stared at her lap. She hadn't even read the letter; she hadn't seen much point in it. She had no way to write back, having no owl, without getting caught doing so, and she'd been so miserable at the time that all she'd wanted to do was lie on her bed and watch more and more cracks form in the ceiling anyways. She'd never been to a musical festival before. Or Ireland. When she was little, she had imagined traveling all around the Isles, all around the world, really, but she'd been little then and hadn't understood. "I would have liked that," Anti said quietly. "But um- my parents would have never let me go. They're...," She swallowed, and hastily continued, "They're very strict." What could she say? They never would have let me out of their sight after I beat my younger brother bloody? You're a halfblood, and that's one strike, you're a halfblood Ravenclaw from a blood traitor family, there's two more? She sank back into silence as the last call for the boarding went out, and then slowly stood up, smoothing the skirt of her dress as if it gave her something to do. "I'll see you at the feast," she said with a small smile that she hoped was reassuring that she wasn't about to lose it. She probably would have liked to sit with Selina on the train, Anti reflected, but the other girl was a prefect, and she'd be in the prefects car. It didn't really matter; she'd find somewhere to sit and maybe nap. She felt very, very tired.
Nobody's daughter, she never was, she never will-
Be beholden to anyone she cannot kill!
You don't understand how damaged we really are.
You don't understand how evil we really are.
And I will dig my own grave, yeah...
I'm misbegotten; I am the last one you save here.
Of course I'll sleep forever and forever;
Anesthetize all your horrors away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 12:24 pm
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor pureblood │ captain & keeper │ sixth year
Pru smirked back at him. "Yeah, maybe." She kissed him back and stood there listening to his heartbeat for a few moments before stepping back as the conductor called for boarding. "Well, I'm gonna try to get a compartment with Rider maybe? All my friends seem to be prefects," she grumbled jokingly, and then gave her boyfriend a thumbs up, nodded, and darted onto the train.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 12:41 pm
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Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray...
You know I wouldn't have it any other way.
Your mother's words, they're ringing still-
But your mother don't pay our bills.
A sinister kid is a kid who runs to meet his Maker...
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy shrugged. He didn't see why a girl shouldn't be able to take Wizard Law if she wanted, proper pureblood girl or not. Then again, his opinions on a lot things didn't necessarily align with his family's. He wasn't stupid enough to actually voice most of these opinions, but they were holding themselves back, all of these families were. They lost power because they wouldn't let women inherit, or they made weak marriages because they felt they had to, or they let themselves die out rather than adapt. For the house that was supposed to be all about cunning, Cy didn't find his family, or many families like them, very familiar with said trait. Sera grew almost uncharacteristically excited at the mention of Wandless, and he asked with mild interest, "You ride?", before the Lovette siblings came up, bickering. Nike Cy was familiar enough with, her older brother, not so much. He glanced between the two of them, noting just how similar they did in fact look, right down to their facial features, before grinning carelessly at Nike, who was smirking at him. She seemed pleased as punch, while her brother looked less amused. "Hello Nike, Avian," he nodded amiably at the older boy, and then winced slightly as the conductor made his call rather close by. "We should all get a compartment together," he suggested, as if it were clearly the most sensible thing to do, and stepped nimbly on board through the nearest door in two swift strides. Cy didn't linger long to wait for the rest of them; if they'd rather not, he thought, it was hardly the end of his world.
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born-
Straight into his Maker's arms!
And that's me, the boy with the broken halo;
That's me, the devil won't let me be.
I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp...
A bad combination in the dark. |
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 2:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 2:43 pm
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xxxThe Platform
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHappy
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в υ y ιт, υ ѕ e ιт, в r e a ĸ ιт, ғ ι х ιт xxxxxxxxxxxx
т r a ѕ н ιт, c н a n g e ιт, мaιl - υ p g r a d e ιт xxxxxxxxx
c н a r g e ιт, p o ι n т ιт, z o o м ιт, p r e ѕ ѕ ιт xxxxxx
ѕ n a p ιт, w o r ĸ ιт, qυιcĸ - e r a ѕ e ιт xxx
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spaceColin smiled happily when the older man shook his hand, sensing some sort of underlying tension, the source of which he couldn't quite determine. The way her father had said 'housemates' seemed odd to the boy, like he was suspicious of him or something, which made no sense, considering he didn't think there was anything remotely suspicious about him. The exchange between the siblings was also confusing, namely because he didn't speak Welsh. Maybe he should learn to speak Welsh. Before he could really get into that thought process, though, Mordred joined them. The Ravenclaw offered the older boy a half-hearted wave, the boy's addressing of both Di and her father but not him reminding him far too much of the Yule Ball with Nike. He tried to ignore the feeling, reminding himself that, whether or not anyone else liked him, Di did. That's what it seemed to boil down to a lot with him, since it always seemed to be people who were friends with Di that ignored him. He didn't have this problem with any of their other friends, at least. Well, a little at the party, but he chalked that up to there being a lot of people and his having arrived while a conversation was already going.
spaceWhen Di apologized for her brother, he shrugged, smiling faintly. "I think kids are supposed to be ridiculous. I went through a phase when I was little and would only speak Gaelic for about a month... which was bad, since my da doesn't actually speak it, just my mum." He blushed, glad when Aimee arrived, hopefully distracting the rest of the group from his anecdote. Colin watched Aimee's father introduce himself to Di's, only vaguely recognizing the man from the party over the holiday. When the two adults had been properly introduced, he offered the man his own hand, as he had with Di's dad. "Hullo, I'm Colin Beckett, Aimee's friend. I came to the party this Summer, dunno if you remember me at all," he said. Suddenly, Colin felt very overwhelmed; the parents of two of his friends, plus Mordred and Di's family, it was a lot of people. Two of whom he wanted to ensure he made a good impression on, since he didn't want the girl's fathers to think they were friends with a bad kid or something. He sort of wished Brandon or Caty were there; he always felt more comfortable with a crowd when they were, mostly because they were outgoing enough to take the pressure off of him.
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xxx w r ι т e ιт, c υ т ιт, p a ѕ т e ιт, ѕ a v e ιт
xxxxxx l o a d ιт, c н e c ĸ ιт, qυιcĸ - r e w r ι т e ιт
xxxxxxxxx p l υ g ιт, p l a y ιт, в υ r n ιт, r ι p ιт
xxxxxxxxxxxx d r a g and d r o p ιт, zιp - υ n z ι p ιт
 xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 2:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 4:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 4:36 pm
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 Location: Platform 9¾
“No, you don’t.” Mira replied before being called out for knowing about him and Wendy. “I might have… my brother in-law told me about it before Wendy did.” She told him honestly. Funny, how through the grape vine of marriages, they were technically family. “I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how to.” She informed him. Regardless he knew now right? “As for Evander, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me. So, whether I like him or not is irrelevant.” She told him.
“No, I totally get why you picked him… It’s fine. No hard feelings.” Mira said with a wave of her hand. Honestly she shouldn’t be mad at him. They needed to leave the team to someone. “Yeah, I guess he is very much Wendy’s pet.” She agreed. Shuddering at the thought of Benjamin even remotely thinking of Wendy as hot, Mira was just grateful it was a joke. After all Benjamin had a thing for red heads. “Like what, red?” Mira asked wondering what color he would possibly use on her. “Though, that color can’t possibly work on Wendy.” She said with a smile. “I can’t believe she hasn’t figured out how to get it out.”
Smiling Mira was glad to hear that Morven was doing well. “Glad to hear she’s doing so well and that you two are still together.” She said before Timothy came over. She smiled when her boyfriend kissed her on the cheek. “At least you made it.” She said before hearing the last call to board. “Speaking of making it we better get on the train. I imagine Timothy and I will see you later Benjamin.” She said looking to the train. This was the first time she could say that she would be with her boyfriend for the whole trip. Besides, she had head girl duties to get too.
(Exit to Train)
Status: Happy and Proud
With: Benjamin & Timothy
Wearing: Slytherin Uniform
OOC: ---
Spice the Rat
Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin! |
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:54 pm
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xxxxxMordred Taylor Seftonxxxxx
3rd Year Ravenclaw
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Mordred raised a brow, donning his best attempt at as innocent of an expression he could muster, while Di's father regarded him with obvious suspicion. Great he was seen as the horrid older influence. He was turning into his father. Lovely. He was corrupting the innocent and young. Mordred tried not to show a flash of slight irritation when a bit of amusement sparked in Tad's eyes when he gave his name. Mordred gave a small smile to Owain unsure what to say in regards to the children and their dislike for English when Di commented they were ridiculous and thankfully Collin eased things with an antidote about his own childhood.
Soon another second year joined the group, introducing herself as Aimee McHalen. And there was another father standing there. It seemed like Mordred had managed to escape one father only to be torn to two more. At least these fathers were far more likable from the little bit Mordred had seen of them. Nodding first to Aimee's father, Mordred said, "I'm a housemate of Collin's and Di's" and then held out a hand to Aimee, "I don't believe we met, I'm Mordred Sefton." He was sure Aimee wasn't a Ravenclaw or he would have seen her around before. The houses were only so big after all.
When there was the call for last boarding, Mordred looked up debating whether he should mention getting a cabin. He doubted the three friends would want to put up with him. He considered excusing himself and finding Gia and Carver but felt he might very well be a third wheel in that case. Blast Gia and her silly hormones! Why'd she have to go and decide to like Carver now of all things? He really didn't want to end up in some cabin alone even if he had a book in his bag just in case such a situation happened.
 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Looking: Witty
Interesting that your first thought goes towards dark matters,
And you're clever enough to determine
For yourself that I have seen my fair share of dark minds,
I know where to place you dear boy...
Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:36 pm
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When the monsters are sleeping under your bed;
They've crawled out from under and into your head!
And outside the carcass, into your skin...
And you need someone to keep it like it's said-
Your wishes into the air.
So someone listens, someone is there,
And you won't know anything about it...
Until you have to live without it.
D I A N T H A
S I Â N
W A R L O W
ravenclaw │ second year │ halfblood
Di blinked as she spotted Aimee making her way over to the growing group as well, then waved, giving the other girl's father a polite smile. She'd seen him before, at the party, but he'd seemed to have just been checking in on them from time to time, so she'd never actually formally met the man. "Hello Aimee, hello Mr. McHalen."
She beat her father to the man's hand to shake it first; her father looked askance at his daughter but let it go and somewhat ruefully shook the other man's hand himself, looking a little relieved to no longer be the only parent, surrounded by preteens. "Owain Warlow, Department of Magical Law Enforcement," he said, if not overly formally, honestly. "Thank you for having Ann- Diantha over this summer."
"What's a guvner?" Treva blurted out; Madoc was looking from adult to adult as if comparing this strange man to his father and seeing how they measured up.
"Governor," Di corrected somewhat impatiently, and looked about ready to launch into a full on explanation of the job, but had enough foresight to stop herself, as her younger sister looked ready to throw a fit if she said so much as another word.
"Dyna beth oeddwn yn ei olygu," the little girl grumbled.
Di ignored her and glanced between her friends; Aimee seemed happy enough, if a little anxious, Colin was as polite and good natured as usual, ad Mordred was... well, he was trying very hard to look innocent and it was just making her father narrow his eyes more and more. Di was not exactly uncomfortable; she was just a little self conscious, what with Tad and her siblings being there, elements she could not control, and she looked very, very relieved at the last call for boarding.
"We've got to go, then," she said happily, and tugged on her father's jacket sleeve almost childishly. "Goodbye, Tad." He enveloped her in a crushing hug, onlookers be damned, and she patted him on the shoulder and extricated herself before turning to her siblings. "Be good for Tad and your Mam."
They ignored these words of wisdom and Treva gave her a stiff one armed hug like a very irate skeleton, while Mad charged at her and slammed his head into her stomach while clinging to her waist in something that vaguely resembled an embrace. "Os na fyddwch yn mynd byddaf yn dda."
"Fod yn dda ni waeth," Di said briskly, looked to to her fellow students. "Should we all get a compartment together then?" She assumed Colin and Aimee would want to; Mordred might split off to rejoin his fourth year friends, she didn't know. He didn't seem, she thought, to have any close friends in his own year. Either way, she planned on settling in for a long ride, and hopefully having some time to read and go over her notes from last year. She'd be completely wiped out at after the welcome back feast.
OOC:"That's what I said,"
"I'll be good if you don't go."
"Be good regardless,"
Chasing the fire for you, light in the nightmare-
Watching from high above you...
If you can make it, then the sun will rise!
It doesn't matter if you closed your eyes!
Before you wake up, I'll keep you safe tonight.
'Cause I am a warrior and I'll fight, I'll fight;
The wheels are moving behind your face.
Your arms are directing the time and the place.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:59 pm
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ι'м т υ g g ι и g αт му н α ι я , ι'м ρ υ ℓ ℓ ι и g αт му ¢ ℓ σ т н є ѕ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'м тяуιиg тσ к є є ρ му ¢ σ σ ℓ , ι киσω ιт ѕ н σ ω ѕ xxxxxxxxx
ι'м ѕ т α я ι и g αт му f є є т , му ¢ н є є к ѕ αяє тυяиιиg я є ∂ xxxxxx
ι'м ѕ є α я ¢ н ι и g fσя тнє ω σ я ∂ ѕ ιиѕι∂є му н є α ∂ xxx
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spacePam could tell something was bothering Aster just from the look on the other girl's face. Part of her panicked slightly, worrying that Aster somehow knew she had a thing for her and had been hoping she just wouldn't say something. That was ridiculous, though, because Aster didn't hide from things and wish them away. She took action, always. Which made it somewhat worrisome that she hadn't already said something to Pam about having feelings for her aside from the normal friend ones, but maybe it wasn't because she didn't have them. Maybe she just didn't know she did. Or maybe she'd also been waiting for the right time. Whatever the case, the uncertainty was going to drive the Hufflepuff insane if she didn't get it out in the open. She steeled herself, reciting 'you have to do this' in her head over and over again.
spaceBefore she could get it out, though, the last call for boarding sounded, and she paled. Before Aster could move, she reached out, grabbing her best friend's hand as if to keep her in place long enough to confess. "Uh, okay, I know that maybe this isn't the best time and everything, but, um. The thing is... the thing is, Aster, you're my best friend in the world, and... And I realized that, um. You're sort of more than that? That is, I, um. You're... you're great, and I really like you. Um, like like you, not the normal 'we're friends' like. So, um. If... If you don't... if you don't feel like that about me, that's fine, just. I had to tell you. So, um. That's... that's it. That's all I wanted to say." Still holding the other girl's hand, she tried to let go, realizing how awkward it was, but she was frozen. The blonde could feel her palm sweating, her face heating, and her heart racing. She was trying not to panic, trying not to let herself think this had been a mistake. It wasn't. Even if she and Aster didn't date, even if Aster didn't feel that way about her, it was better to've gotten it out in the universe instead of hiding it. They were best friends, if this didn't go the way she wanted it to, they'd still be fine. Nothing would ever separate them, not really. But... But she hoped that things didn't have to be weird, and then be normal again. She wanted them to be different. For... For Aster to like her, too. The blonde chewed the inside of her cheek, staring down at her best friend and praying that the Gryffindor said something, and soon. Partially so that this whole thing was over and done with, and partially so they didn't miss the train.
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