c υ r r e n т l y
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✖ ṿïølαṉτε lïllαṉτïṉε ✖
Looking Unruly at the Slytherin Table waiting on Vio
xxxғeelιngxxx
Annoyed
xxxтнιnĸιngxxx
❝ Just don't even talk about it. ❞
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✖ ṿïølαṉτε lïllαṉτïṉε ✖
Looking Unruly at the Slytherin Table waiting on Vio
xxxғeelιngxxx
Annoyed
xxxтнιnĸιngxxx
❝ Just don't even talk about it. ❞
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ÿøυ ģøττα ƒ ε ε l с ø υ ɾ α ģ ε ; εṃвɾαсε ρ ø ṡ ṡ ε ṡ ṡ ï ø ṉ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxxxxx
ïƒ ïτ ώαṡ ε α ṡ ï ε ɾ τø ṡhαττεɾ ε ṿ ε ɾ ÿ τ h ï ṉ ģ τhατ εṿεɾ ṃ ατ τ ε ɾ ε ḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxx
вυτ ïτ'ṡ ṉøτ , вεсαυṡε ïτ'ṡ ÿøυɾ ø в ṡ ε ṡ ṡ ï ø ṉ ; вε α ƒïģhτεɾ, вαсќвøṉε, ḋεṡïɾε ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
с ø ṃ ρ l ï с α τ ε ḋ αṉḋ ïτ ṡ τ ï ṉ ģ ṡ , вυτ ώε вøτh ќṉøώ ώ h α τ ï τ ṃ ε α ṉ ṡ ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
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ïƒ ïτ ώαṡ ε α ṡ ï ε ɾ τø ṡhαττεɾ ε ṿ ε ɾ ÿ τ h ï ṉ ģ τhατ εṿεɾ ṃ ατ τ ε ɾ ε ḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxx
вυτ ïτ'ṡ ṉøτ , вεсαυṡε ïτ'ṡ ÿøυɾ ø в ṡ ε ṡ ṡ ï ø ṉ ; вε α ƒïģhτεɾ, вαсќвøṉε, ḋεṡïɾε ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
с ø ṃ ρ l ï с α τ ε ḋ αṉḋ ïτ ṡ τ ï ṉ ģ ṡ , вυτ ώε вøτh ќṉøώ ώ h α τ ï τ ṃ ε α ṉ ṡ ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
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spaceIvy offered Vio a slight smile when the blonde said she didn't disappoint her. She had that going for her, at least. Though, she couldn't help but wonder how long that was going to last. Eventually she was bound to do something disappointing. At least when that happened, though, it would hopefully be some small thing that didn't amount to very much, and they could get over it quickly. She didn't think she was too horrible of a person, temper aside. And it wasn't like she was the sort to forget about something important, so there was that, at least. Putting her foot in her mouth was probably the main issue they'd have.
spaceThe redhead's eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled the second the words 'Vander's parents' left her girlfriend's lips, not even caring what the context was. The mere mention of the guy annoyed her, because she knew how Vio felt about him, and she had to assume his parents were just as bad, if not worse. Parents were usually worse. She glared when it was said that they had it in their heads to lecture Vio on their relationship, though hearing that apparently the aunt and uncle she lived with wouldn't allow it was comforting. Did that mean they would approve? It would be nice if someone did. Obviously Ivy's mother didn't have any direct aversion to it, since she'd informed her daughter that she wasn't going to force her to end her relationship just because her grandparents had said to, so that would mean both their guardians were sticking up for them.
spaceShe snorted faintly, a somewhat amused smile on her face when the blonde pointed out the possibility of adoption, and said that she liked her just the way she was. "My mum pointed that one out, too, apparently. I haven't read the letters, obviously, but she's been telling me what they're saying in case they try to contact me directly, so I'm prepared." Apparently, she'd learned her lesson, Ivy noted, with no small amount of pleasure at the thought. Maybe with some people, protecting them from the harsh reality was the best option, but Ivy was not one of those people, and it was good that her mum was starting to figure that out. "She also pointed out that if they were hoping I'd marry a pureblood and preserve the line or something, they were probably out of luck, since I'm practically a mudblood. She didn't say mudblood, she said muggleborn, but, you know. Point is, the sort she figures they want for me won't look twice, regardless. What is it Hamilton keeps calling me? 'Squibspawn'? With a muggle dad as well. If I were someone other than me, I might've been offended, actually. But I figure she knows me well enough to tell that she was just saying "Be who you are, who cares."" She grinned properly then, the expression growing when Vio kissed her cheek. She returned it in kind, a hand sliding over to take the blonde's. "I like you best how you are, too, you know," she said, blushing a bit, since it'd seemed to've come out of nowhere. But, she felt like she should respond in kind to the sentiment, since it was certainly true.
spaceThe Gryffindor took a long moment to register what Vio had said, though, when she offered to buy her school things. She was still hung up on the 'stingy idiots' comment, thinking that she was glad there was another person who saw things the same way she did, at least a good chunk of the time. Not always, of course, but that was impossible anyway. When she finally realized, though, her eyes went wide. She blushed harder. Holy shite, was Vio serious? "You... I mean, you don't have to do that," she said, mostly because she felt obligated to do so. She had a feeling that the Slytherin was going to do it regardless (Gryffindors didn't have a monopoly on stubborness, after all), but it was the principle of the thing. And she wasn't lying, Vio really, truly didn't have to do it. But there was an optimistic part of her that was hoping like hell the blonde was offering out of want, and not because she felt like she was supposed to. She didn't know, sometimes people were weird, they thought if you complained about money trouble around them, you were asking for help. That certainly wasn't the case here, Ivy just liked to complain. But, she liked to think her girlfriend was volunteering to help because she wanted to help, not because she thought she was supposed to.
spacethe redhead bit her lip, then kissed Vio again, this time a quick press of lips on lips. "You really, really don't have to," she reiterated as she pulled away. "But... a little help, I mean, I'm not too proud to say no. It's not like it's my fault I need it, I didn't do anything. My mum might not like it much, but she's practical, and she'll appreciate it." Her expression was a mixture of shy and surprised and happy. It made her feel... weird, knowing that someone cared enough about her to do something like this for her. Giddy, almost. The sudden switch from the topic of her financial troubles to the wedding confused her for a moment, before she realized that Vio was answering her question. She blinked owlishly, frowning a bit. "Uh, I'd love to, but... Um, I dunno if I'll... you know. Have anything to wear to a wedding. I've never been to one before." Was she going to have to wear a dress? Did she even still own any dresses? Her mum might, but Evelyn was taller than Ivy, significantly so, since Ivy's height seemed to be from her father's side of the family. Not tall like Amata, but average height compared to the shorter side of short Ivy and her paternal grandmother occupied. "Uh, I guess if you didn't mind me reusing the outfit from the ball, I could do that? It's pretty much the only non-uniform niceish clothes I have." Again, she blushed. Dammit. Why did she have to shirk away from nice clothes? A pretty dress, or at least a skirt and a blouse, would have been nice. Instead, she had a closet full of jeans and t-shirts. Crap.
spaceThe redhead's eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled the second the words 'Vander's parents' left her girlfriend's lips, not even caring what the context was. The mere mention of the guy annoyed her, because she knew how Vio felt about him, and she had to assume his parents were just as bad, if not worse. Parents were usually worse. She glared when it was said that they had it in their heads to lecture Vio on their relationship, though hearing that apparently the aunt and uncle she lived with wouldn't allow it was comforting. Did that mean they would approve? It would be nice if someone did. Obviously Ivy's mother didn't have any direct aversion to it, since she'd informed her daughter that she wasn't going to force her to end her relationship just because her grandparents had said to, so that would mean both their guardians were sticking up for them.
spaceShe snorted faintly, a somewhat amused smile on her face when the blonde pointed out the possibility of adoption, and said that she liked her just the way she was. "My mum pointed that one out, too, apparently. I haven't read the letters, obviously, but she's been telling me what they're saying in case they try to contact me directly, so I'm prepared." Apparently, she'd learned her lesson, Ivy noted, with no small amount of pleasure at the thought. Maybe with some people, protecting them from the harsh reality was the best option, but Ivy was not one of those people, and it was good that her mum was starting to figure that out. "She also pointed out that if they were hoping I'd marry a pureblood and preserve the line or something, they were probably out of luck, since I'm practically a mudblood. She didn't say mudblood, she said muggleborn, but, you know. Point is, the sort she figures they want for me won't look twice, regardless. What is it Hamilton keeps calling me? 'Squibspawn'? With a muggle dad as well. If I were someone other than me, I might've been offended, actually. But I figure she knows me well enough to tell that she was just saying "Be who you are, who cares."" She grinned properly then, the expression growing when Vio kissed her cheek. She returned it in kind, a hand sliding over to take the blonde's. "I like you best how you are, too, you know," she said, blushing a bit, since it'd seemed to've come out of nowhere. But, she felt like she should respond in kind to the sentiment, since it was certainly true.
spaceThe Gryffindor took a long moment to register what Vio had said, though, when she offered to buy her school things. She was still hung up on the 'stingy idiots' comment, thinking that she was glad there was another person who saw things the same way she did, at least a good chunk of the time. Not always, of course, but that was impossible anyway. When she finally realized, though, her eyes went wide. She blushed harder. Holy shite, was Vio serious? "You... I mean, you don't have to do that," she said, mostly because she felt obligated to do so. She had a feeling that the Slytherin was going to do it regardless (Gryffindors didn't have a monopoly on stubborness, after all), but it was the principle of the thing. And she wasn't lying, Vio really, truly didn't have to do it. But there was an optimistic part of her that was hoping like hell the blonde was offering out of want, and not because she felt like she was supposed to. She didn't know, sometimes people were weird, they thought if you complained about money trouble around them, you were asking for help. That certainly wasn't the case here, Ivy just liked to complain. But, she liked to think her girlfriend was volunteering to help because she wanted to help, not because she thought she was supposed to.
spacethe redhead bit her lip, then kissed Vio again, this time a quick press of lips on lips. "You really, really don't have to," she reiterated as she pulled away. "But... a little help, I mean, I'm not too proud to say no. It's not like it's my fault I need it, I didn't do anything. My mum might not like it much, but she's practical, and she'll appreciate it." Her expression was a mixture of shy and surprised and happy. It made her feel... weird, knowing that someone cared enough about her to do something like this for her. Giddy, almost. The sudden switch from the topic of her financial troubles to the wedding confused her for a moment, before she realized that Vio was answering her question. She blinked owlishly, frowning a bit. "Uh, I'd love to, but... Um, I dunno if I'll... you know. Have anything to wear to a wedding. I've never been to one before." Was she going to have to wear a dress? Did she even still own any dresses? Her mum might, but Evelyn was taller than Ivy, significantly so, since Ivy's height seemed to be from her father's side of the family. Not tall like Amata, but average height compared to the shorter side of short Ivy and her paternal grandmother occupied. "Uh, I guess if you didn't mind me reusing the outfit from the ball, I could do that? It's pretty much the only non-uniform niceish clothes I have." Again, she blushed. Dammit. Why did she have to shirk away from nice clothes? A pretty dress, or at least a skirt and a blouse, would have been nice. Instead, she had a closet full of jeans and t-shirts. Crap.
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xxx✫ ✫ ✫ ṉøώ ṿ ï с τ ø ɾ ÿ ïṡ αll ÿøυ ṉ ε ε ḋ ṡø сυlτïṿατε αṉḋ ρ l α ṉ τ τ h ε ṡ ε ε ḋ
xxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ hølḋ ÿøυɾ в ɾ ε α τ h αṉḋ с ø υ ṉ τ τø τεṉ, јυṡτ с ø υ ṉ τ τ ø τ ε ṉ , јυṡτ с ø υ ṉ τ τ ø τ ε ṉ
xxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï'ṃ ģøṉṉα ṃ α ќ ε ï τ ɾ α ï ṉ ṡø ɾïṉģ τhε вεll; ï ќ ṉ ø ώ ï τ αll τøø ώ ε l l
xxxxxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ṡ ώ ï τ с h в l α ḋ ε øṉ τhε εḋģε øƒ ÿøυɾ ώ ɾ ï ṡ τ , сαṉ ï ģετ α ώ ï τ ṉ ε ṡ ṡ ?
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