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charityxâ:
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Charityâs parents had sent her a letter requesting that she return home for a weekend in order for them to take her to a âspecial dinnerâ to make a âbig announcementâ and her heart sunk when she realized what that meant. Theyâd arranged a betrothal for her. She expected this after them bringing it up all summer, though she didnât think it would happen so soon.Â
She reluctantly made it back to her parents on Saturday, spent the afternoon listening to her Mother talk about how she was going to love him and that she just had to keep an open mind. She got ready in the dress theyâd bought her just for the occasion, tied a bit of her hair back because her Mother always insisted it looked better down even though she hated having her hair in her face, and then apparated with her parents over to the Yaxleyâs.Â
Her Father knocked on the door, standing proudly and obviously very happy to have found a suitable match for his little girl.
The second his parents had spoken, Corban knew what was happening. He shouldnât have been surprised, given theyâd recently betrothed Elise too. That didnât mean he wanted it, either. Love was stupid, and he sincerely hoped whoever he was marrying didnât care who he hooked up with, or they were going to have issues.Â
Reluctantly, Corban went to the door, answering it on behalf of his father. He was dressed fairly decently for once, much to his disgust. âWelcome to our home,â Corban murmured, plastering a charming smile onto his lips as he stepped aside to allow them to enter, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose at the sight of Charity.
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katrina-traversâ:
âWhy would it? Both of us know itâs the obvious fact.â Katrina rolled her eyes. âIâll pretend as much as I bloody want to, Yaxley. Especially when itâs so fucking obvious.â She didnât want to stay around him any longer, not when doing so was just raising her pressure. âGladly.â With that, she turned on her heal and walked away, slowly turning her walk into a jog.
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jakeinthcboxâ:
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Jacob had already run into a few people he knew, people whose shock was evident from the moment he looked at them again. However, there was one person he hadnât seen, and he knew he had to find him⌠but he didnât even know where to start. He couldnât go waltzing into the Slytherin common room, he didnât even know the password to be able to do that, and he wasnât sure where else to look. Heâd already looked through the library, trying to be as discreet as possible to not draw more attention to himself, but had no luck.Â
Finally, after what felt like forever, he wandered down to the black lake, just wanting to sit and feel the breeze on his face⌠when he saw a figure, with a head of black hair. Jake paused momentarily, suddenly doubting if he should even try to talk to him yet⌠before forcing the courage out from his stomach as he continued forward. âCorban?â
Corban, for once, wasnât too mad at being back at Hogwarts. Especially after his mother had let a certain bomb drop. He was trying to ignore it however, which is why he found himself alone at the lake.Â
Hearing footsteps, Corban groaned, ready to probably jinx whoever it was --- until he heard the voice. His entire body turned ridged, his face ashen as he wiped around to face the other. âWhat the fuck?â Someone who heâd believe to be dead, standing right in front of him? âI donât know who you are, and why you think this is funny, but Iâm not in the fucking mood,â He spat out, pointing his wand at the other with arched eyebrows.
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karkaroffenseâ:
âBlack.â She uttered hastily, before clarifying. âRegulus. Heâs a good lad, I just⌠I always thought that by being the screw up in the family, I wouldnât have to fulfill any of the usual pureblood expectations. How naive of me, right?â She laughed emptily, her eyes following Corban. âIâm sorry. I donât know her that well, but she looks like a girl that deserves to find love on her own.â
âAh, I suppose heâs decent enough, canât say much for his brother, however,â Corban wrinkled his nose. âYouâre not a screw up, Kasia. Itâs not fair on you, however.â He sighed, shaking his head. âYeah, well weâre not really seeing eye to eye at the moment but that doesnât mean I donât want her not to be happy.â
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karkaroffenseâ:
âWhat do you have in there?â Kasia asked, her tone switching to an enthusiastic one as her eyes rested on the flask. âHonestly, babe, you have an entire wedding distillery at your disposal and yet you bring your own stuff? How awfully uneconomical of you.â
âWhite Rat Whiskey, none of this fancy shit,â Corban scoffed, before laughing. âNot strong enough for me, besides I know how to get this cheap. Why do you think I have so much of it?â
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macjasminâ:
âI am everyoneâs favourite Macmillan.â She giggled, downing the drink she held in her hand. âSomeone seems off today.â Jasmin noted as she stepped towards him. âI am four drinks in, I think I am doing very well actually, my love.â
âMhm, that you certainly are,â Corban grinned at her, setting his own glass down. âYeah, well, shit happens, my lifeâs a fucking mess and I need a distraction,â He told her honestly, not caring to go into much more detail, however. His eyes trailed down her shamelessly as she stepped towards him, before they flicked back up to her face. âWell clearly I need to play catch up then, Iâm only on my third.â He teased.
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tellmeabbottitâ:
Bryn wanted to argue more. He wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that Emrys would never have done any of it on purpose⌠but he couldnât. So, instead, the brunet turned and started walking away, raising his hand to wipe away the couple of tears slipping down his cheeks.
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karkaroffenseâ:
âThatâs true, I did that.â She smirked at him. âI got betrothed. You heard about that? Iâm going to be a fucking bride.â She gave a bitter smile at the last word, shaking her head. âMy parents forget I exist but the minute my older brotherâs engagement fails, suddenly they remember they have another child too.â
âBetrothed? Which miserable bastard have they paired you with?â Corban asked her, eyes narrowing slightly. âConvenient that. Pretty sure thatâs how our parents work. Instead of shoving me into another betrothal, theyâve chosen Elise this time.â A sigh escaped his lips, âItâs not fair on her. I should be the one to suffer that burden, not her. I might not ever marry for love, but she should at least get the chance.â
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shecrowâ:
âIt cost you?â She scoffed, shaking her head. âJust because my scars arenât visible doesnât mean that it didnât cost me as well. You have no fucking idea what I went through at home.â
âYeah, it fucking did. Perhaps I didnât, Greengrass, but youâre the one the called it off, not me. You should have thought of the consequences for both of us. Donât blame me for you not thinking.â
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macjasminâ:
âAre you judging me?â she asked the other with an amused smile on her lips noticing them watching her just after she had downed yet another drink. âTonight is about celebrating true love and free booze, right?âÂ
âWould I ever?â Corban countered, arching an eyebrow. âFree booze maybe, true love is bullshit, my love.â Corban ordered them another round, sliding the drink towards her. âIâm certainly not going to tell you to stop.â
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karkaroffenseâ:
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âNope, thatâs mine.â She snatched the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, smirking at the person it was originally for. âDonât look at me like that, Iâm going through stuff. Of course, Iâm not made of stone so if you ask nicely, Iâll be willing to share.â
âNow thatâs unfair, Kasia, love,â Corban pouted, before a smirk slipped onto his lips. âThough you can keep it,â He mused, pulling out a small flask from his jacket pocket. âI prefer the stronger stuff, as I took, am going through stuff. However, if you ask nicely, I might be willing to share too.â
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