holyghvsts

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘:

draco   had   leaned   back   into   the   chair   ,   his   blue   eyes   wide   as   he   watched   her   in   complete   and   utter   confusion   .   was   he   –   did   he   –   –      did   he   find   this   attractive?   this   is   soon   drowned   out   almost   entirely   ,   unable   to   find   the   powerful   inner   voice   that   always   seemed   to   guide   him   .   now   ,   he   was   left   practically   speechless   .   “   but   i   –   i   remember   it   .   ”   his   attempt   at   defense   is   stopped-short   ,   he   was   no   longer   using   his   anger   as   a   priority   to   try   and   prove   a   point   .   in   fact   ,   the   malfoy   boy   was   listening   –   and   LISTENING   CLOSELY   .   “   what   happened   the   other   night?   ”   his   voice   teeters   on   the   grounds   of   demanding   ,   hopelessly   looking   for   any   answers   that   would   pertain   to   what   memories   he   seemed   to   be   lacking   .   “   i   woke   up   here   yesterday   –   i   don’t   –   i   don’t   remember   .   honest   .   ”   there’s   a   noticeable   genuineness   to   his   words   ,   leaning   ahead   to   show   that   he   was   intently   looking   to   hermione   for   the   answers   .

“  well,  you  remember  incorrectly.  harry  and  cedric  were  chosen  to  represent ��hogwarts  in  the  tournament,  not  you.  don’t  know  where  you  got  that  idea  from,  considering  you  were  hardly  involved  in  the  whole  thing.  ”  hermione  counters,  her  arms  moving  to  fold  over  her  chest  defensively.  this  is  the  strangest  she  has  ever  seen  him  act,  even  considering  his  behavior  during  sixth  year.  and  quite  frankly,  it’s  beginning  to  make  her  head  spin.    “  you  really  don’t  remember  ?  how  strange.  ”    she  narrows  her  eyes  yet  again,  resisting  the  urge  to  hurl  another  wave  of  insults  his  way  before  sucking  in  a  clean  breath  of  air  through  her  teeth  and  continuing.  “  we  actually  managed  to  have  a  cordial  conversation,  and  then  we  danced  together  .  .  .  ”  she  hesitates,  obviously  torn  over  divulging  the  next  piece  of  information  to  him.  “  andthenikissedyou.  ”  the  last  bit  comes  out  in  a  muffled  jumble,  a  weak  attempt  on  her  part  to  hide  perhaps  the  most  important  detail  of  the  evening.  

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄:

there’s   an   echo   of   silence   that   falls   on   him   ,   his   eyes   watching   curiously   as   the   tears   began   to   spill   from   them   .   he   had   never   done   well   with   stuff   like   this   and   it   had   knowingly   hit   a   nerve   withtin   laurie   .   his   lips   twitched   anxiously   ,   allowing   a   held   exhale   to   finally   release   itself.   “   i   do   not   remember   any   of   that   .   it   all   feels   fuzzy   –   i   just   remember   leaving   for   europe,   the   entire   lot   of   you   not   wanting   anything   to   do   with   me.   the   last   time   i   saw   jo   –   i   –   ”   oh   god   .   he   had   completely   lost   his   cool   over   the   ring   on   her   finger,   it   now   seemed   to   dawn   on   him   why   she   had   put   up   such   an   argument   over   the   notion   .   hands   rubbing   his   forehead   nervously   ,   laurie’s   dark   curls   had   fallen   across   his   face   ,      shadowing   the   disgust   with   himself   that   seemed   to   hold   itself   present   on   each   and   every   feature   .   “   why   do   i   not   remember   that?   should   that   not   be   something   i   remember?   ”   he   states,   defeat   evident   .   “   this   place   –   it   makes   me   feel   so   weird   –   so   displaced   .   ”

THE  CONCERN  IS  EVIDENT  across  her  features  now,  any  ounce  of  irritation  wiped  away  upon  the  realization  that  their  perceived  conflict  was  only  a  misunderstanding.  meg  easily  falls  back  into  the  role  of  the  older  sister,  lips  pressed  into  a  warm  smile.  “  you  left  for  europe,  yes.  but  we  never  cast  you  away,  laurie.  you  always  were  and  always  will  be  like  family  to  us.  ”  she  reassures  him,  a  hand  moving  to  lightly  rest  on  his  forearm  briefly.  her  brows  knit  together  as  she  ponders  the  situation,  a  finger  tapping  against  her  lips.  “  i  will  help  you  fix  this,  don’t  worry.  i’m  sure  there  is  some  explanation  for  all  of  this.  ”  she  offers  as  she  paces  back  and  forth,  a  look  of  complete  determination  present  across  her  face.  “  perhaps  you’re  coming  down  with  something  .  .  .  are  you  feeling  ill  ?    perhaps  it’s  a  more  modern  illness,  something  we’ve  never  encountered  before.  ”  she  extends  her  hand  to  his  forehead,  the  back  of  her  palm  pressed  gently  against  his  skin  as  she  attempts  to  assess  his  temperature  before  retracting  it.  “  we’ll  figure  this  out,  i  promise.  ”  

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𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐘:

  jessica  looks  at  the  drink  in  front  of  her,  picking  up  the  glass  and  downing  the  shot.  before  even  speaking  to  the  other,  she  motions  the  bartender  over  and  request  another  drink.  ❝  oh,  we  haven’t  met.  i’m  jessica.  don’t  think  you  know  me  but  i  know  about  you.  ❞  toothy  grin  forms  on  the  vampire’s  lips,  flashing  a  smile  full  of  fake  niceness.

HER  HANDS  REMAIN  STILL  in  her  lap,  not  daring  to  make  any  moves.  “  you  know  about  me  ?  ”  meg’s  eyes  widen  in  shock,  surprised  by  the  woman’s  bold  nature.  she  has  never  considered  herself  to  be  very  popular  around  town,  so  the  woman’s  confession  is  startling  to  say  the  least.  “  might  i  ask  how   ?  i  hope  i  haven’t  done  anything  to  accidentally  offend  you  .  .  .  ”

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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍:

                    he  peeks  up  at  her  when  she  talks  about  her  life  before  here  .  a  hint  of  a  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  dallas’  features  ,  picturing  meg  trying  to  shove  her  way  through  crowds  to  make  sure  she  was  near  the  center  ,  although  he  was  curious  as  to  why  she  wouldn’t  be  the  center  of  attention  .  ‘‘  what  ,  being  beautiful  wasn’t  enough  for  people  back  then  ?  couldn’t  appreciate  the  face  ?  had  to  have  the  riches  on  top  of  that  ?  ’’  he  asked  ,  tilting  his  head  to  the  side  as  he  leaned  against  the  frame  that  separated  the  kitchen  from  the  rest  of  the  house  .  not  that  he  didn’t  understand  the  necessity  of  money  -  he  grew  up  in  just  the  same  ideologies  .  hell  ,  he  had  to  sell  drugs  to  get  through  the  week  ,  stealing  bread  in  hopes  to  have  something  to  eat  one  night  since  he  had  been  on  his  own  since  he  was  released  from  prison  .  multiple  things  that  he  was  trying  to  avoid  telling  meg  .  he  was  lucky  that  she  was  even  here  ,  hopefully  unaware  of  the  company  he  had  the  night  prior  .  pushing  himself  off  the  wall  ,  he  leaned  against  the  top  of  the  fridge  with  a  chuckle  echoing  around  the  quiet  home  .  chin  rested  on  the  top  of  his  forearms  ,  he  watches  as  she  reaches  around  to  grab  anything  but  the  beer  that  was  making  itself  known  by  being  front  &  center  .  ‘‘  aren’t  we  supposed  to  live  like  we  know  ?  ’’  he  asked  ,  unaware  of  how  sad  it  sounded  as  he  helped  close  the  door  .  ‘‘  omelet  is  fine  ,  meg  .  i’m  not  picky  —-  as  you  can  see  .  i’m  the  one  who  told  you  not  to  worry  about  it  .  ’’  he  mused  ,  rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  nervously  .

MEG  RECALLS  THE  NIGHT  of  her  first  (  and  only  )  debutante  ball.  memories  of  the  teasing  from  the  other  girls  and  the  way  laurie  initially  chastised  her  for  trying  to  fit  in  flood  into  her  mind,  and  for  a  brief  moment,  she  remembers  why  she  so  desperately  longed  for  that  life.  the  thrill  of  that  night  was  one  she  had  been  able  to  ride  on  for  nearly  the  rest  of  her  life,  one  of  the  many  reasons  why  she  had  such  a  great  time  at  the  party.  well  that  is,  until  she  managed  to  mess  it  all  up.  “  for  most,  no  it  wasn’t.  i  suppose  that’s  how  i  ended  up  marrying  a  poor  man.  ”  she  adds  with  a  light  -  hearted  chuckle,  trying  to  ignore  the  way  the  mention  of  her  husband  makes  her  stomach  turn.  after  arranging  the  ingredients  out  on  the  counter  neatly,  she  opens  one  of  his  cabinets  in  search  of  a  bowl.  “  yes,  but  i  might  add  that  it’s  okay  to  take  advantage  of  what  we’re  given,  too. ”  she  says  softly,  giving  him  a  pointed  look  as  she  abruptly  moves  back  to  the  counter.  “  i  just  want  to  do  something  .  .  .  to  fix  this.  ”  she  admits,  idle  hands  falling  onto  the  counter  with  a  defeated  sigh.  meg’s  eyes  carefully  move  to  meet  his,  teeth  sinking  into  her  lower  lip.  “  i  feel  terrible  about  last  night,  dallas.  i  would  like  to  apologize  ---  i’m  sorry  .  if  i  hurt  your  feelings,  then  i’m  sorry  for  that  too.  i’d  hate  to  think  i  ruined  this.  our  friendship,  i  mean.  ”

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𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍:

eloise smiled, wondering if she had just found a new friend and future patron. “well, i’ve always been quite fond of mysteries. i’m thinking of writing about a clever woman who solves all the tougher mysteries the police can’t solve. she solves them in secret by leaving the police messages and codes to find their culprit. she becomes a sort of rogue detective. i don’t know, does that sound interesting? i’ve never actually entertained the idea of publishing since it wasn’t allowed back home.”

“  i  love  mysteries  !  ”  she  squeals,  hands  clasped  together  in  front  of  her  as  she  listens  to  eloise  describe  the  plot.    “  that  sounds  .  .  .  like  something  i  need  to  read  immediately.  how  fast  can  you  write  ?  ”  she’s  teasing,  mostly.  but  the  prospect  of  being  in  the  midst  of  a  potential  author  is  all  too  exciting  for  hermione  ----  it’s  like  a  dream  come  true.    “  you  should  definitely  write  it.  ”

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𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙𝐌𝐀𝐍:

“I’d heard some theories about what happens when you die, but this? This never came up.” It seemed too good at times, which she imagined would work perfectly for the people who truly deserved to be there. It seemed not everyone thought they were good enough to be there, which put into question why everything seemed so perfect, but somehow felt off. “I used to be. I let my reading slip the last few years. I was one of those people who kept buying books faster than I could get through them. I’d just made a promise to myself not to buy a new book until I read at least twenty of the ones I had right before I ended up here. It was weird timing. Were you? A big reader before?”

HERMIONE  NODS  IN  AGREEMENT,  grateful  that  she  wasn’t  the  only  one  who  was  caught  off  guard.  “  so  had  i.  it  still  seems  a  bit  too  good  to  be  true,  to  be  honest.  hence  .  .  .  all  the  research.  ”  to  be  fair,  she  was  almost  always  researching  something,  but  their  new  residence  was  proving  to  be  a  very  interesting,  and  rather  mysterious  topic.  “  i  understand  that  completely.    it’s  hard  to  limit  yourself  to  just  one  book  when  there  are  so  many  great  ones  out  there.  think  you’ll  stick  to  your  promise  here  ?  i  suppose  you  still  could,  if  you  remembered  some  of  the  titles  of  your  old  books.”  she  adds  with  a  small  smile.    “  i  was,  yes.  still  am  ---  it’s  my  favorite  thing  to  do.  ”

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𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐀:

                    she  had  just  rested  in  the  spot  ,  comfortably  leaned  back  as  she  was  dedicated  to  her  own  book  .  a  re  -  read  of  alice  in  wonderland  ,  a  book  she  had  opened  upon  entering  the  good  place  &  finding  nothing  but  intrigue  in  the  characters  .  a  talking  caterpillar  ,  which  became  more  worrisome  when  she  researched  what  a  caterpillar  was  on  earth  .  she  didn’t  answer  the  other  right  away  ,  peeking  up  from  her  book  once  she  finished  her  paragraph  with  a  slight  smile  on  her  lips  .  ‘‘  apologies  ,  didn’t  want  to  lose  my  place  .  ’’  she  apologized  ,  gently  putting  her  novel  down  as  she  scanned  the  small  nook  that  she  was  situated  in  .  ‘‘  i  can’t  —–  seem  to  see  it  .  would  you  mind  telling  me  the  title  ?  or  the  colours  the  cover  has  ?  ’’

IN  ANY  OTHER  CIRCUMSTANCE,  hermione  could  wholeheartedly  understand  the  necessity  to  mark  one’s  page  before  delving  into  conversation.  she’d  done  it  many  times  herself,  but  she’s  grown  to  be  anything  but  patient  now  as  her  foot  lightly  taps  against  the  wooden  floor,  one  hand  resting  on  her  hip.  “  it’s  fine.  ”  she  waves  off  the  other’s  hesitation  with  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders  as  one  of  her  unruly  curls  falls  out  of  her  messily  constructed  braid  to  frame  her  face.  “  it’s  called  ‘  the  tales  of  beedle  the  bard.  ’  the  cover  is  blue,  and  has  a  picture  of  a  man  on  the  front.  ”  she  explains,  craning  her  neck  to  get  a  better  view  of  the  space  from  her  position.  “  i  was  only  just  here  .  .  .  i  can’t  imagine  its  gone  far.  ”

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇:

                    her  heart  began  to  skip  when  jules  scooted  closer  –  even  though  it  was  not  unusual  .  from  an  outsiders  perspective  ,  jules  was  showing  interest  ,  but  to  beth  ,  she  was  just  looking  for  some  friendly  comfort  .  not  only  was  beth  trying  to  figure  out  her  own  sexual  identity  ,  but  having  to  wonder  what  other  people  were  interested  in  or  where  their  line  was  -  it  was  beginning  to  get  stressful  to  the  young  woman  .  she  wasn’t  the  type  that  was  used  to  being  of  interest  to  any  eyes  ,  she  would  tuck  herself  away�� &  allow  her  sisters  to  be  in  the  spotlight  ,  a  place  she  was  never  comfortable  in  .  looking  over  at  jules  ,  she  let  a  shy  smile  begin  to  tug  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  ,  leaning  over  to  poke  her  nose  back  in  retaliation  .  ‘‘  never  quite  understood  how  you  could  be  a  night  owl  .  suppose  just  how  i  was  raised  .  it’s  surprising  if  you  see  me  awake  past  nine  in  the  evening  ,  i’m  still  recovering  from  that  new  years  dance  .  i  enjoy  sunrises  ,  though  -  they  are  absolutely  beautiful  to  watch  .  possibly  we  could  watch  one  ,  one  time  ?  ’’  eyes  focus  on  her  fingers  that  are  picking  at  a  loose  thread  on  her  cardigan  as  she  asks  her  question  ,  stomach  flipping  uncomfortably  as  she  waited  for  the  answer  .  ‘‘  oh  ,  quite  sure  it  is  just  a  phase  .  next  time  i  see  you  downtown  ,  i’m  sure  you’ll  have  vanilla  froyo  on  your  chin  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  soft  smile  ,  not  continuing  to  push  but  her  eyes  showing  her  worry  as  she  finally  allows  them  to  connect  with  jules’  .

JULES  HAS  NEVER  BEEN  one  to  hide  her  interest  in  someone,  but  with  beth  it’s  different.  she  enjoys  her  friendship  so  much  that  the  last  thing  she  wants  to  do  is  ruin  it  by  confessing  her  feelings  that  are  probably  highly  unlikely  to  be  reciprocated  anyway.  so  she  holds  it  in  instead,  trying  to  cherish  what  moments  she  could  spend  with  her  without  the  risk  of  fucking  it  all  up.  “  it’s  because  of  my  darn  phone.  i  swear  to  god,  it  forked  up  my  sleep  schedule  so  bad  before  i  could  even  try  to  have  a  normal  one.  consequences  of  growing  up  with  all  this  brand  new  technology,  i  guess.  ”  it  was  true  ---  jules  (  and  many  other  people  her  age  )  had  developed  a  nasty  habit  of  scrolling  on  their  phones  until  the  late  hours  of  the  morning.  truth  be  told,  she  used  her  devices  as  more  of  a  distraction  from  all  the  stuff  that  was  going  on  in  her  head,  although  beth  was  proving  to  be  a  much  better  alternative  as  of  late.  at  the  mention  a  sunrise,  jules  nods  vigorously.  “  of  course  you  do  ---  but,  how  can  i  say  no  to  that  ?  sometimes  i’m  still  awake  when  the  sun  rises,  so  i  would  really  love  nothing  more  than  to  watch  it  with  you.  ”  maybe  she  was  being  too  candid,  but  she  can’t  seem  to  bring  herself  to  care  regardless.  when  she  mentions  frozen  yogurt,  she  only  laughs  and  shakes  her  head  as  she  shifts  just  an  inch  closer.  “  how  is  it  that  you  know  me  so  well,  beth  ?  ”  she  breathes  out  as  her  hand  moves  to  brush  a  fallen  strand  of  hair  out  the  other’s  face,  allowing  it  to  linger  for  only  a  second  before  she  drops  it  back  into  her  lap.  

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀:

animal crossing new horizons sentence starters pt. 2.

@holyghvsts​ -  “ it’s always a treat, just getting to talk with you! “ ( anna & jules ! )

“ trust me, the feeling is mutual. ” anna exclaims as she dashes in front of jules. a stream of laughter flows from her lips as she twirls around, the beautiful dress she has onㅡwhich jules picked out for herㅡswishing in cadence.

the bedhead, tired eyes and tightly pulled lips that anna had on earlier today due to a bad night of sleep is nowhere to be found. “ we should do these… ‘ makeovers ’ more often. ” the girl says with a firm nod. she licks her lips slightly, for the word that she just picked up from jules still has a foreign feel. but anna quickly shrugs the sensation off, because she knows, like every other new thing she has come across here in the afterlife, she’ll get used to it soon.

JULES  LEANS  BACK  ON  her  palms,  watching  as  her  friend  floats  around  the  room  as  she  elicits  a  small  laugh.  “  i  agree  !  trust  me,  i  have  about  a  thousand  other  looks  i  want  to  try  on  you. ”  not  to  mention,  anna’s  enthusiasm  and  willingness  to  let  jules  dress  her  up  only  added  to  how  much  she  enjoyed  spending  time  with  her.  she  truly  was  the  perfect  muse,  or  whatever  one  wanted  to  call  it.  “  did  you  do  stuff  like  this  back  where  you’re  from  ?  where  i’m  from  this  is  like,  all  teenage  girls  wanted  to  during  middle  and  high  school.  but  i  never  really  had  anyone  to  do  it  with  .  .  .  until  now  ! ”  she  admits,  beaming  brightly  as  she  moves  to  tuck  her  legs  underneath  her. 

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Endless Gifs of Maddy Shannon: 2/?

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𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍:

“   you   must   be   here   for   book   club   ,   are   you   ?   ”   sabrina   questions   ,   glancing   over   her   shoulder   .   eager   lying   gesturing   to   the   seat   beside   her   ,   the   large   stack   of   books   resting   on   the   table   while   two   copies   rest   on   the   lap   of   her   orange   and   yellow   tweed   dress   .   it’s   apparent   that   the   two   are   the   first   to   arrive   ,   with   sabrina   having   joined   the   table   nearly   an   hour   previously   ,   her   carefully   organized   textbook   littered   with   past   meeting   reports   .   “   which   book   did   you   bring   ?   ”   she   questions   ,   allowing   the   front   of   her   book   to   be   seen   .   “   i   brought   the   phantom   tollbooth   .   it’s   a   kids   book   ,   but   it’s   so   enjoyable   .   ” @selectedhq-starters·

BELLA  HAD  BEEN  RELUCTANT  to  attend  the  meeting,  but  after  weeks  of  internal  debate,  she  decided  attending  one  meeting  really  couldn’t  hurt.  that  doesn’t  stop  her  nerves  from  going  wild  as  she  enters  the  cafe  that  afternoon,  a  small  tote  bag  slung  over  her  shoulder.  she’s  just  about  to  find  her  own  table  and  wait  for  someone  else  to  arrive  until  she’s  called  out  to,  approaching  them  slowly.  “  that  obvious  ?  ”  she  grimaces  as  she  slides  into  the  seat,  palms  pressed  firmly  into  her  lap.  “  i’ve  never  read  that  one.  ”  she  admits  as  she  pulls  her  tote  bag  into  her  lap,  producing  a  tattered  paperback  book  from  it’s  depths.  “  i  brought  an  older  classic  -----  emma  by  jane  austen.  ”

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘:

he   had   often   found   himself   in   confrontational   situations   ,   whether   it   be   home   or   school   ,   he   was   a   natural   magnet   for   such   things   .   so   he   inhaled   sharply   ,   opening   his   mouth   to   retort   pack   aggressively   –   and   instead   ,   his   entire   mouth   went   dry   ,   leaving   the   man   completely   speechless   .   staring   at   the   woman   in   shock   of   his   own   body’s   actions   ,   and   practically   cursing   it   for   allowing   such   a   thing   to   happen   under   these   circumstances   .      "   i   don’t   know   what   you’re   even   talking   about   !   “   draco   had   found   his   voice   ,   although   it   was   much   shriller   than   usual   .   ”   what   chance   ?   what   are   you   even   going   on   about   ?   it’s   been   years   since   i’ve   even   seen   you   .   you   die   in   a   tri-wizard   cup   and   suddenly   everyone   things   you’re   a   coward   –   you’re   going   on   like   a   sphinx   ,   complete   nonsense   .   why   did   you   even   come   over   ?   to   make   fun   of   me   ?   fork   sake   ,   i’ve   heard   enough   .   “   the   upset   is   clear   ,   displayed   across   draco’s   entire   face   like   a   failed   painting   .

WHENEVER  HERMIONE  ENTERED  ANY  situation,  she  always  thought  of  every  possible  reason  it  could  go  wrong.  the  situation  (  or  whatever  one  wanted  to  call  it  )  she  had  gotten  herself  into  with  draco  malfoy  was  certainly  no  exception.  in  fact,  she’d  spent  nearly  half  the  night  after  the  party  dreaming  up  all  the  ways  he  might  hurt  her  the  next  day,  if  only  to  protect  her  already  fragile  heart.  but  she  hadn’t  expected  this,  which  seems  to  only  make  the  reality  of  it  sting  worse.   “  the  tri  -  wizard  tournament  ?  just  how  delusional  have  you  become,  malfoy  ?  you  didn’t  die  in  the  tournament,  you  weren’t  even  a  participant  !  or  is  that  just  another  lie  you’ve  concocted  to  fuel  your  ego  here  ?    ”  her  rage  is  seething,  palms  smacking  against  the  table  as  she  glares  at  him.  “  i  came  over  to  get  my  book,  and  to  talk  to  you  ----  ”  she  reminds  him,  rather  harshly,  gritting  her  teeth.  “  but  i  can  see  any  chance  of  having  civil  discourse  with  you  is  futile.  look,  if  you  wanted  to  pretend  that  the  other  night  didn’t  happen,  you  could  have  just  said  so  !  ”  now  she's  just  left  looking  like  a  fool,  but  she  assumes  that  is  mostly  intentional  on  his  part.  

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𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄: 

hayden  pretends  she  doesn't  hear  hermione  or  see  her  outstretched  hand  ,  instead  focusing  her  attention  on�� the  rusty  yellow  cover  of  the  book.  “the  tales  of  beedle  the  bard,"  she  reads  with  squinting  ,  judgmental  eyes.  her  fingers  flip  the  book  open  ,  browsing  its  pages.  if  there  was  a  way  to  make  hayden  even  less  interested  in  books  or  reading  ,  this  hardcover  has  succeeded  in  doing  so.  but  she  attempts  to  hide  this  as  she  glances  back  up  at  the  woman  and  her  lips  turn  up  in  a  smirk.  "i  need  a  favor.”

WAS  SHE  BEING  SERIOUS  ?  hermione  wasn’t  so  sure.  her  brows  furrow,  her  hand  resting  on  her  hip  as  she  waits  for  hayden  to  admit  that  she’s  joking  and  return  the  book.  she  only  becomes  worried  when  that  realization  doesn’t  come,  but  she  refuses  to  fall  victim  to  her  obvious  attempts  of   intimidation.  steadying  her  breath,  she  sets  her  hard  gaze  on  the  other  before  she  speaks  again.  “  ask  kimmy,  then.  that’s  what  she’s  here  for,  isn’t  it    ?  ”  she  offers  hayden  an  obviously  forced  smile,  eyes  narrowing.

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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊:

                    letting  out  a  joyful  laugh  ,  beck  falls  in  step  with  bella  as  they  began  moving  towards  her  home  .  ‘‘  not  that  i’m  not  —-  organized  ,  i  just  feel  more  at  home  while  living  out  of  boxes  ,  you  know  ?  like  i  know  what  is  in  each  box  ,  i’m  organized  in  that  sense  ,  but  i  used  to  live  in  new  york  so  it’s  kind  of  the  vibe  to  live  like  that  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  chuckle  ,  moving  her  hair  out  of  her  face  &  allowing  it  to  fall  over  her  left  shoulder  ,  peeking  down  at  her  new  friend  .  it  was  so  refreshing  to  say  those  words  ;  her  new  friend  .  a  friend  that  wasn’t  desperately  trying  to  make  her  into  someone  she  wasn’t  or  prying  at  her  mood  .  someone  that  was  comfortable  talking  about  books  over  a  bottle  of  wine  ,  laughing  at  the  jokes  that  only  die  hard  book  lovers  would  understand  .  maybe  the  good  place  wasn’t  horrible  .  ‘‘  mostly  ,  yes  !  although  i’m  sure  a  few  of  my  favourites  weren’t  allowed  in  the  good  place  .  i  like  myself  a  good  tragedy  ,  guess  it  goes  along  with  my  mess  of  a  life  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  smirk  on  her  lips  ,  bumping  her  hip  lightly  against  bella’s  as  they  made  their  way  up  the  steps  towards  her  apartment  ,  unlocking  the  door  moments  after  ,  pushing  the  door  open  with  her  butt  .  ‘‘  there  is  no  such  thing  as  too  many  books  .  ’’  she  said  ,  kicking  the  door  shut  behind  them  .  ‘‘  welcome  to  —–  disaster  .  ’’

THIS  WAS  REALLY  ALL  she  wanted.  someone  who  she  could  have  a  conversation  with  that  didn’t  feel  forced  or  fake,  much  like  many  of  the  interactions  had  with  her  so  -  called  friends  back  in  forks.  with  beck  it  was  easy  and  natural,  something  she  hadn’t  realized  she  had  been  craving  until  now.    “  ah,  that  makes  sense.  new  york  ?  i  always  wanted  to  visit,  but  i  got  the  chance.  never  really  left  the  west  coast.  ”  bella  admits,  though  it  suddenly  feels  silly  to  say.  she  spent  all  her  time  invested  in  the  worlds  described  within  the  pages  of  her  favorite  books,  but  had  never  bothered  to  explore  her  own.  typical.  “  who  doesn’t  love  a  good  tragedy  ?  unless  you  find  yourself  living  in  one,  that  is.  still,  it’s  one  of  my  favorite  genres.”    she  nods  her  head  in  agreement  as  she  steps  inside  the  home,  gaze  wandering  across  the  various  boxes  that  were  littered  around  the  space.  beck  really  wasn’t  kidding  when  she  said  her  house  was  full  of  books,  but  it  wasn’t  overwhelming  in  the  slightest.  in  fact,  it  made  her  feel  more  at  home  than  anything.  “  a  beautiful  disaster.  i  love  your  place.  truly  a  reader’s  paradise.  ”  she  offers  her  a  small  smile  as  she  shrugs  off  her  coat,  folding  it  over  her  arm.  “  is  this  similar  to  your  place  back  in  new  york  ?  ”

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀​:

the girl cocks her head to the side in hesitation, but still chooses to approach the other. “ i was wondering if someone could help me choose what to read next. ” she adds. her turquoise eyes are focused on everywhere else but the person standing in front of her, mesmerized by the stories kept in the shelves. 

when anna realizes a beat too late of where her mind has wandered off to, she scratches the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. “ i’m sorry, there are just so many books ! i don’t think i’ve seen these many books when i was alive…. or dead, i guess ? ” 

“ anyway, i’m pretty much open to anything, so, i would love to get some help, possibly because i’ve been standing in this store for at least an hour now. ” anna asks cautiously while drumming her fingers against each other.

WHEN  BELLA  DID  HER  bookstore  browsing,  she  preferred  to  do  so  alone  and  undisturbed.  not  only  that,  but  she’s  never  believed  herself  to  be  the  most  approachable  person.  so  she’s  a  little  more  than  surprised  when  the  other  seems  to  be  genuinely  interested  in  her  advice.  she  finds  it  strange,  more  so  because  it’s  something  she  would  never  do,  especially  not  to  a  stranger.  nevertheless,  bella  closes  the  book  in  her  hands  with,  eyebrows  raised  in  question  as  she  peers  at  the  red  -  head  curiously.  “  um  sure,  i  guess.  ”  the  hesitation  is  evident  in  her  tone  as  she  leans  against  the  bookcase.  “  do  you  struggle  with  indecision  often  ?  ”  the  question  is  meant  to  be  genuine,  but  it  tumbles  out  from  her  mouth  with  more  sarcasm  than  intended.  she  clears  her  throat,  straightening  her  posture.  “  i  might  need  you  to  be  a  little  more  specific  than  ‘  open  to  anything.  ’  what  was  the  last  book  you  read  ?  ”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄:

there  is  an  air  of  frustration  that  lingers  around  her  statements  ,  laurie’s  eyes  focused  –  attempting  to  detect  any  lapse  in  meg’s  apology  .  instead  ,  he’s  left  peering  up  with  watery  eyes  and  a  harsh  exhale  leaving  his  lungs  .  "  i  do  not  know  what  you’re  talking  about  .  "  he  exclaims  ,  his  hands  clasped  in  fists  at  his  sides  .  "  i  remember  this  so  plainly  ,  i  refuse  to  allow  this  to  be  a  dream  .  your  family  wished  for  nothing  to  do  with  me  ,  my  letters  went  unanswered  –  i  was  deemed  unwelcome  .  "    his  voice  is  breaking  with  emotion  ,  the  genuine  upset  written  clearly  on  the  man’s  normally  stoic  features  .  "  and  do  you  not  think  i  would  remember  if  jo  had  ever  said  yes  to  me  ?  do  you  not  think  i  would  shout  such  news  from  every  roof  top  ,  i  cannot  bear  to  understand  why  it  would  be  so  cruel  to  bring  this  up  .  is  she  not  engaged  to  another  as  i  do  believe  ?  "  it  was  now  that  he  teetered  on  the  edge  of  the  question  ,  his  outburst  with  jo  over  her  ring  now  seemed  to  be  plausible  .  "  it  does  not  seem  to  be  something  one  would  forget  ,  especially  not  i  .  "

MEG’S  CONFUSION  CONTINUES  TO  grow  as  the  seconds  tick  by,  brows  furrowing  as  she  listens  to  him  rattle  on.  she  is  no  stranger  to  his  tantrums,  but  she  had  hoped  they  would  have  faded  with  maturity.  obviously  she  was  wrong.  “  well,  i  also  do  not  know  what  you’re  talking  about  !  there  is  obviously  some  sort  of  miscommunication  here.  ”  but  it  couldn’t  on  her  part.  no,  meg  is  rather  sure  of  the  pleasant  news  that  had  been  spread  throughout  the  march  family.  of  course,  she  had  been  overjoyed.  the  eldest  march  had  always  considered  laurie  to  be  a  part  of  their  family,  but  it  was  exciting  to  know  that  it  would  soon  become  official.  she  elicits  a  deep  sigh,  raking  a  hand  through  her  hair  as  she  softens  her  gaze,  determined  to  set  the  record  straight.  “  please  calm  down.  i’ll  tell  you  what  i  believe  to  be  true  :  if  jo  is  not  engaged  to  you,  then  she  is  not  engaged  to  anyone.  i  was  informed  that  upon  your  arrivals,  the  two  of  you  were  able  to  mend  your  relationship  and  you  proposed  to  her  again,  and  she  accepted.  i  just  saw  the  two  of  you  together  at  the  new  year’s  eve  ball,  happy  together  i  might  add,  so  i  don’t  understand  where  all  this  confusion  is  coming  from.  ”