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Character Sheet / Student ID

With the help of some cute Gremlins, I was able to create a Character Sheet / Student ID with different designs for each house for your Hogwarts (Legacy) OC/MC!

Please feel free to use it and share your character(s)! :3 💚💙💛❤️

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BETWEEN YOUR EYES

the jackal x oc

chapter one

WARNING: this fanfiction will contain mature scenes, violence, and coarse language.

word count: 1.6k, a short set-up chapter. enjoy!

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CHAPTER ONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.

Grace McCarron loved the smell of coffee. Especially in the early mornings when the sun hadn’t risen and the streets were still wet with last night’s rain. It irked her though, how people could be so loud at such an early hour. Couldn’t people just be quiet? Talk at a normal volume, it was only the hour of six. 

The blonde’s fingers rap against the counter in a steady rhythm. Her expression reads neutral as she watches the customers enjoying their breakfasts, discussing work projects and gossip. It was all so mundane, every word they said was capable of drawing a yawn from her lips. Nobody is interesting this morning.

With a sigh, Grace reaches under the counter for the remote, flicking on the television in the corner. Her head tilts, blue eyes sparkling with intense focus at the headline written across the lower third of the screen. 

Manfred Fest assassinated.

Grace’s eyes narrow, something interesting. Her attention is only being drawn away by the sound of a customer waiting to order. A young woman, brunette, she’d be mid-twenties. 

‘It’s horrible isn’t it?’ The woman says.

‘I’m on the fence,’ Grace admits. ‘What can I get for you?’

‘A latte, please… You don’t think it’s bad?’

‘That a fascist offended somebody and got himself killed? Not really.’ Grace presses the coffee, clicking it into the machine before foaming the milk. With practised expertise, she fills a takeaway cup with the espresso and milk, creating lines of art on the top. 

‘I don’t know much about foreign politics,’ the woman taps her card.

‘Take it from me, be glad he won’t be the new German Chancellor.’

Grace’s attention is brought back to the screen as the customer walks away with her latte. A single sniper shot from a distance of over three kilometres. Impressive. More than. The corners of her lips tilt into a small grin, leaning back onto the counter with crossed arms, she watches the news report.

It had started raining again, like it usually did in London. The sound of tires driving over the slick roads was comforting to Grace. Red brake lights reflected in the puddles by the footpath, headlights and street lamps casting a warm hue despite the darkening sky. She loved the rain, the sound of it pattering against whatever surface. However, it did make it hard to get a decent line of sight. Her lips quirked slightly, a lover of challenge. One blue eye closed, a glint of thrill in the other as it stared through the scope of a personalised sniper rifle. 

Sleeping with the blinds open, Grace could never understand it, but it certainly helped her in this case. The target laid across his bed, his thumb scrolling across the screen of his phone. The lights in his apartment were on, everything visible. He was so stupidly vulnerable. She could’ve shot six times over by now, but would there be any fun in that? Her finger taps against the trigger as she recalls the deviance of the sleazy man. The world would be better off without him.

BANG. One shot, one kill.

Grace pulls her head back from the sniper, standing up, she starts to pack down the rifle. Her eyes don’t leave the window of the now-deceased target as she unscrews the barrel, packing it all into a case. She hurries downstairs, unlocking her car and driving off swiftly. Chances are nobody would find him until morning, but it is still safer to get away as quickly as possible.

The internet cafe was practically dead at this hour, a lone stranger or two.  It had started to rain outside again, Grace could hear it on the roof, see it on the windows. It was also a Wednesday, unlikely that it would be busy. She plugs a USB into one of the many PCs, accessing Dark Core.

Access Chatroom:

Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$

Password: ************

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ job complete.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___he will not bother you anymore.

FPOxENT779X___thank you.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___yes.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908 one new message.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Big admirers of your work. Have project we think will interest you. Superlative remuneration.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t work for money.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___What do you work for?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___enforcement of consequence.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___There is a man who needs to face consequences.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Can’t talk here.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will you meet in person?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___where?

Grace sits back in her seat, her finger traces her bottom lip as she waits for a response. This was an odd one, but they seem insistent. For them to know of her work, they had to have communication with sources she had helped in the past.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will make a transfer of good will. Location attached.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___tomorrow morning.

Logout.

A sum of $10,000 has been transferred to your account.

A transfer message has been left.

Grace shuts down the computer, taking out the USB, she packs it into her handbag. Her lips quirk as she exits the internet cafe. Something new, something interesting, a potential challenge. This calls for a stop at that delicious dessert bar down the road from her apartment, a nice meringue or maybe some ice cream would do.

For once the sun was out in London, albeit only slightly, but it did still make Grace look less ridiculous for wearing a cap and sunglasses. She notices a woman sitting on the park bench, must be her. Her black coat flutters behind her in the wind as she sits beside the other woman.

‘Who are you?’ Grace asks.

‘Irish?’ The woman responds with a question.

‘And you’re American.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why am I here?’ Grace leans back against the park bench, crossing her legs. ‘What did he do? Was it assault, did he hurt the kids…?’

‘Ulle Dag Charles.’

‘UDC… the River man?��� 

‘Yes,’ She answers.

‘I don’t see how exposing the rich is a crime,’ Grace grins. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve wasted my time.’

‘If he releases River, it’s not just the rich who fall. All secret networks will be exposed, you’ll be discovered.’ The woman turns to face Grace, trying to get a look at her expression. She quickly realises it’s impossible with the cap and the darkly tinted glasses. ‘You’ll go to prison for a long time.’

‘If that’s the case, hidden networks of paedophiles, rapists… it will all be exposed. You think they’ll go after little old me?’

‘I think even after exposing the rich, they’ll still have the power, and they’ll still be protected.’

‘You’re very insistent,’ Grace observes. ‘Why me?’

‘Because you always get the job done.’

Sighing, Grace looks up at the cloudy sky, the sun peaking out slightly. She sucks in a breath of the fresh park air before responding. ‘This job is a bit harder than the others…’

‘Which is why we’ve hired a second… professional, such as yourself.’

‘First, you ask me to eliminate a man for wanting to expose the rich, and now you tell me I’d have to work with another person?’

There is a silence that passes momentarily between the two women as they stare each other down.

‘River is good for nobody. You will go to prison.’

‘No, I won’t.’ Grace smirks knowingly. ‘Who is the other person?’

‘He is one of the best, alongside yourself.’

‘Who is he?’

‘I don’t know his identity…’ She answers. ‘He took out Fest.’

‘Ah.’ Grace’s lips immediately quick upwards, a grin taking over her expression. She stands up, hands in pockets, she stares down at the woman still sitting. ‘And what do they call you?’

‘Zina.’

‘Zina… I don’t kill innocent men. Give me one good reason to take this job, and not because of River.’

‘...’ The American woman sits there contemplating for a moment, her mind working a million miles an hour. ‘You don’t have to take the shot. We need you to… babysit.’

Grace lets out a loud chuckle, ‘babysit?’

‘It seems our other hire is caught up in a few… troubles after the fest situation. We need you to ensure he gets the job done, and if he fails to, you step in and finish it.’

‘Well… let’s hope he doesn’t fail.’

‘Is that a yes to the job?’ Zina sits up straight.

‘He is aware, I assume?’

‘He will be made aware.’

‘Get me in contact,’ Grace turns around and walks away, her coat once again billowing behind her.

It was another early morning, three days after Grace’s meeting with Zina. She sat behind the counter at the cafe, it was a very quiet morning. A Sunday morning, not many were up and about. She opened her laptop, plugging in her USB.

Access Chatroom:

Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$

Password: ************

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___who are you?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___should i not be asking you?

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i do not need babysitting.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ah.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___the other ‘professional’

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___nice shot.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___refuse the job.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t think i will.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i get bored sometimes.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___then stay out of the way.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i do the job i’m hired for.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___don’t get into trouble, and i won’t have to step in and clean it up.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t need anybody to clean up.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___a little birdy told me otherwise.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i am not the enemy.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t work in teams.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___there is a first time for everything.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m not here to steal your job.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m here to cover your ass so you can get it done.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you said you don’t work in teams, that means you have no connections.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you will fuck up, you will go to jail.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___Munich.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i will send the hotel details.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___see you there.

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saw the back to the future version of this and knew I had to make a marius/cosette one

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The Day of the Jackal. Ep 01

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Joe Keery and his nail bats

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"Brother, is he the audiobook guy?"

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I fear this man has taken a toll over me again

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(Apparently it’s slut hour, 18+ only please! Eddie x Reader)

all I can think about right now is Eddie asking how you’re feeling while he has you bent over the desk in the hellfire club room. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass is filling the room while you do your best to grip onto the table (it isn’t working) and Eddie has you at his mercy. your feet are struggling to stay planted on the ground as he pauses to pull your head back by your hair, you moan in pain and lust as he leans down against your back, you can feel him smiling against your ear before he’s biting onto the lobe. “thought I asked you somethin’ baby?” he whispers as he turns your head with his calloused fingers. the both of you know you’re too far gone to reply back to him, but that only makes it better as he murmurs something about punishing you for being a brat, his other hand falling to your stomach to push right against where he’s buried inside of you.

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I LOVE HIS CURLS SM AAAHHHHHH

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄!!!

hi all so i have 2 new books out on my wattpad, one being eddie munson x oc and the second being steve harrington x oc.

just a little note, please do not steal any of my work, or my storylines etc. as these take me a long time to create and perfect. I do not share just for people to steal or plagersie, thank you x

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 eddie munson x angela valentine

face claim - sophie thatcher birthplace - Pittsburgh associations - the valentine family, the hopper family age - eighteen ( season 3 ) parents - mother ( unknown ) father - ethan valentine ( portrayed by spencer charnas ) synopsis - angela meets eddie at the end of the summer of 85' when she is in Hawkins, the two meet in a record store, and eddie instantly sees the selections of records and cassettes she has in her arms, he teaches her everything she now knew about D&D, angela joined Hellfire when she enrolled to Hawkins High for her senior year. angela was a part of the scoop troop- she knew all about the upside down and the creatures that lurked. so when her boyfriend was framed for the murder of Princess Chrissy Cunningham she did everything she could to help him hide and keep out of harm's reach.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

steve harrington x princess cherrie henderson

face claim - ella purnell birthplace - hawkins, indiana associations - the henderson family, the harrington family, age - eighteen ( as of season 2 ) parents - mother/claduia henderson - father/walter henderson

synopsis - princess, and steve have known one another since middle school, but it is not till the first semester of their senior year that they finally get to know one another properly, when will byers goes missing her younger brother gets involved- meaning princes involved herself in making sure her brother did not get killed. it was inevitable that princess and steve ended up with one another, they were polar opposites slightly but fit one another so well. When Steve saved princess from a demogorgon and a demodog almost 12 months later she knew that she had figured something out about steve- he would do anything to save her and keep her safe, along with her brother and the rest of his friends.

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warren being the only one who's just playing music, having "here for a good time" mushrooms, being dragged into the drama that he probably doesn't fully understand either:

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this is so real, I'm not even kidding

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Hi just a thought. Both Eddie Munson and JJ Maybank died thinking that the town’ they grew up in hated him for being accused of a murder they did not commit. All i ask for in season 5 of both obx and stranger things that their names are brought to justice. and they’re given the most beautiful and correct funeral/service for their sacrifices

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That arm

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“Daisy Jones & The Six weren’t a real band stop crying over their break up.” Shut the fuck up they were real to me

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𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄!!!

chapters 6 and 7 are now published on my wattpad!! hmmm I think there is a slight love triangle brewing.. try and guess who it is hehe

make sure to vote and comment <3

with love, Bloom <3

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥: 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐑 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭’ (𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯). 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮… 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘉 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘹 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 (𝘖𝘊) 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝?: 𝘕𝘰 (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩) 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦,𝐓𝐕:  𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: TBD 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤; 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘥 (𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 '𝘴𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴.' 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 ://

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‘𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸.’

This was the first time that Calliope had been to the Château, of course, she had heard John B talk about his home it was something that the teenage boy loved more than anything. When she got out of the Twinkie there was something about it that made her feel peace throughout her entire body.  “Welcome to my humble abode.” John B says with a slight chuckle as he helps Calliope get her jacket off.  “Thank you.” She smiled as she watched him place it upon the coat hook that was on the wall of the old fish shack. John B walked further into the home Calliope followed John B and took in the things that were surrounding her everything that was around her. The girl takes the plum-colored bandana off from around her neck and places it on the small table that was in the kitchen area of John B’s home. It was different from the home that she had been living in for almost seventeen years but it calmed her.  She looked up to where John B was he had grabbed two beers from the small fridge. He smiles at her as he passes the glass bottle in her direction and she takes it from him.  They spend the next few hours talking about anything and everything that they could think of. This was the start of something that was going to be beautiful. 

   '𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.’

Finally, the two were able to go on the trip that they had been wanting to do since they got together, it was in a small town on the mainland, as much as John B disliked the mainland because it was not the obx he was still excited to go with the blonde girl who he was fascinated with. Instead of taking the Twinkie, they took Calliope’s car- honestly, she barely used it due to using her bike wherever she went on the island.  John B drove down the unfamiliar road with the blonde girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat. The two teenagers sat there laughing at what John B had just said, they were calm the two were in a moment of bliss as they continued to drive. The dirty-blonde-haired boy continued to talk and Calliope just took him in, there was something about his freckled-covered face that she was falling for.

'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.’

The blonde-haired girl scared John B slightly when she jumped up for him to give her a piggyback ride, she laughed at the fact that she had scared him. There was a little street down within the back ways of where they were staying, it was peaceful and no one else was around them.  Calliope explained to John B all of the different flowers that were around and what was where because Calliope had been in this part of North Carolina with her parents on holidays a few times throughout her life.  Calliope jumped off of the boy's back and began to walk next to him, John B instantly wrapped his arm around the girl’s shoulders and pulled her closer to his body.  He kissed the side of her head as she continued to talk about what she was talking about beforehand, she turned around in his arms and John B pulled her in and placed a kiss upon her lips, she pulled back and looked into his eyes before she moved in again and kisses the blonde haired boy with her left hand reaching up to the ends of his hair on his neck when John B’s hand was placed upon the bottom of her jaw towards the beginning of her neck. This was the first kiss that the two had shared on this trip and it had been more than magical. 

'𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.' 

John B had invited Calliope over for a get-together that he and the rest of the pogues were having, this was going to be the first time that Calliope would be hanging out with the rest of the gang. Obviously, they had all been a tight-knit group for a long time so almost felt out of place, she had been to midsummer with Kiara before and they had had a few conversations but they did not count each other as friends.  By the time the sun went down over the island, the group of five teenagers were sitting around the campfire that was lit in the front of John B’s yard. John B and Calliope sitting next to each other with the other three spread out around the vacant area.  JJ was talking about something that he had done previously that day, as he continued to talk Calliope reached out and tried to grab John B’s vacant hand that did not have a can of beer in it but as she tried to grab a hold of it he grabbed it for a split second placed it back onto her own lap and tapped it three times before letting go and placing his hand in his own lap.

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'𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.' 

“Why are you so pissed off?” John B questions as he walks into the kitchen of the Château he places some of the empty beer cans in the trash can and the dirty plates in the sink where Calliope was standing. “Why do you think I am? I never said that I was.” Calliope says as she rinses off the plate with water and places it on the dish rack that was on the side of the sink.  “Because you are acting pissed off.” John B answers as he continues to help clean up the kitchen area. “This is ridiculous, they are my friends. There is no need for this.” John B continues to talk to Calliope “And they were super fucking nice to you as well, by the way.”  “Who said that I didn’t like your friends? I’ve known Kie for a while and JJ and Pope I don’t really know the, I just didn’t like the way that you acted around them.” Elizabeth states as she turns around and leans her body on the edge of the counter. 

“You were being weird and quiet the entire time!” John B exclaims as he walks towards her and places another two plates into the sink. “Because you would not even look at me! The entire night you didn’t even look at me once!” Calliope fought back. “Oh, come one.” John B says as he tries to get her to calm down.  “You didn’t even ask me one thing the entire night!”  “That’s such bullshit, that’s such bullshit.” John B repeated his words to Calliope

“You dropped my fucking hand! What am I supposed to do with that, John B?” She finally calls him out for the shitty thing that he did earlier that night.  “I don’t even know what you’re fucking talking about.” John B shakes his head at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  “I barely know these people, they probably do not like me because of my parents and where I am from. I just felt so out of place the entire time! You’re the only one who makes me feel comfortable ” Calliope throws the tea towel down onto the counter next to her as she continues to talk to the blonde-haired boy.  “You’re making this about yourself! This needs to stop!”  “You would not even look at me!”  “I was catching up with friends! What is so wrong with that?” John B picks up the last of the beer cans from the table as he continues to talk to Calliope. “You said I dropped your hand, I don’t even remember that moment. How can you be attacking me about something that I do not even remember? I was doing it subconsciously I didn’t even know!” As John B continues to talk Calliope turns back around to face the sink, she picks up one of the two plates and begins to rinse it under water, somewhat waiting for what John B is going to say next. 

“Don’t, don’t you’re making me feel so fucking stupid!” Calliope turns around, using hand gestures to emphasize what she has to say to him.   “Holy shit.” John B shakes his head again at her. “I don’t think it is me that is making you feel this way. It’s you who is making you feel this way.” This was now him trying to turn this onto her.  “It is a moment that I do not even remember and you’re getting all worked up about it. It is a moment that you are holding me hostage over when it is something stupid. I had a great time, I had a blast actually until now. Because we’re doing this.” John B points between the two of them. “Now this is the night. Now we’re doing this! Awesome, this is so fucking Awesome.” “It’s just the entire time they were here you treated me differently.” Calliope was now trying to be calm with how she spoke to him, not wanting it to escalate even more than it had.  “Oh, I treated you differently? Well maybe if you would have spoken once or tried to at least join in on everything that was happening! God, you’re being so selfish! This is selfish behavior.”  “Oh so now I am being selfish?” She scoffs at him.  “Yes, yes. You’re acting selfish absolutely. This is why I did not want you here because I knew it was going end up like this.”  “You’re an asshole John B, truly.” She kept on looking at him and she could see in his eyes that he did not mean to say what he did but she could not just forgive him like that.  The blonde girl turns back around and places her hands on the side of the bench, she had never seen this side of John B before and it made her feel like shit.  There was a silence between the two of them as they stood on opposite sides of the small kitchen of the Château, John B could sense that he had done something wrong but he didn’t know what it was.  “Hey, hey, hey, hey.” John B says as he walks up to Calliope. “ ”I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna fight.” The freckled-faced boy wraps his arms around the girl's frame. She tried to push him off but he just continued to wrap his arms around the girl. Her own hands came up to her eyes to wipe away the tears that were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Those two words kept on coming from John B’s lips as he swayed them both slightly back and forth.  “I’m sorry I dropped your hand. I’m sorry.” He says in a joking manner which makes Calliope chuckle slightly as well. He kisses the top of her head before he twirls her around so that he can look at her face. She wipes her eyes once more and John B. grabs a hold of her hands lightly and pulls them down so that he places his own hands upon her face lightly, he then pulls her close and kisses the side of her face a few times. John B just pulled her close and kept on leaving kisses on her face and whispering sweet nothings into her ears as he did so. 

'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.’

There were those nights when Calliope would stay at the Château and nothing but love and laughter filled the air that they were in. Music from the Arctic Monkeys played in the background as they danced in the kitchen of the  Château, with the only light being from the moonlight that reflected from the water of the marsh outside.  There was something about being with John B that made her shine, it was a feeling that she had never felt before. She was seventeen and in love with a boy from the wrong side of the cut.  Maybe it was the way that he held her when they danced or the promises that he decided to make when they lay in his bed at three am, it was the things that she had never been a part of before that made her excited for her future with both John B and probably the rest of the pogues. 

'𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩.’

John B’s bed is where they would retire to after day of them being together, it was a place that had changed her life, in this room she learned more about John B then he had told her. There were photos of him and his old man, Big John. She even saw a photo of her and John B from their first week of being together. Which brought a smile to her face as she looked up at it. But that slowly went away as she continued to look around at the photos there were more of him and Sarah Cameron. She didn’t ask about it because she knew that she was friends of the pogues. All of that washed away when John B pulled her face close to his again and kissed her all over. Their hands entangling as they laid there together there in the early of the Saturday morning.  There was something about the way that his kisses lingered on her body as they laid there.  It was these moments that she wanted to remember for the rest of her life, it was a place that she had never been in before and she felt like she was on cloud nine as they continued to laugh, kiss and just talk to one another. 

  '𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱.’

John B had messaged the blonde haired girl to come to his home on the marsh, not liking what he was about to do but he felt like he needed to do it. He was sat at the small dinging room table in the Château, he looked out through the window that was in front of him and saw the birds, trees and the way that the water of the marsh clashed against each other as he sat there. 

A deep sigh left his lips when he saw Calliope’s car pull up within the driveway of the Château. It was like he was holding one singular breath as he waited for Calliope to walk into his home.  The door opened and he heard light footsteps coming towards him. They stopped once she had made it to where John B was, she leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Making her way around so that she was kneeling in front of the freckled face boy. 

She was trying to read his eyes, they looked sad like he had something bad to tell her. Her green eyes following his hazel ones as John B used his right hand to cover the bottom half of his face. 

“I-I I cannot do this anymore.” The words were mumbled from his hand being over his mouth. “This, I just.”  “That’s it?” She questions the boy. “Everything that we promised each other, so- so everything for you was nothing?” She keeps on questioning him.  “No, no I never said that- god no. I just, I just cannot do this-”  “Well, to me it sounds exactly what it means. Just tell me the reasons why! What did I do?”  The two continued to fight between one another, each one of them bringing up reasons why they should or should not be together anymore.  “Just tell me, was it her. Is it her?” She questions, bringing up the fact that he had more photos of himself and the kook princess in his room than he and his own girlfriend.  “I have got no idea what you are talking about.” John B tries to lie to the girl.  “Do not lie to me, John Booker Routledge. Not now, not about this.” She stood up from where she was once kneeling in front of the boy and walked to the kitchen. 

“Tell me, tell me that it wasn’t her.” Calliope's words stuttered as she looked at John B and in that moment she knew that he had cheated on her with the one and only Sarah Cameron.  He stood from the chair that he was in and looked at her, she knew what that look meant.  “Oh-oh, god.” The warm tears that were welling up in her eyes now made their way down her face. “I knew it, I should’ve ended when I saw those photos of her in your room.” She says as she walks towards the front door of the Château.  “No, don’t go, we need to talk about this.” John B tries to stop her from leaving the house but all she did was scoff at him.  “Did you even think of me when you were with her?” She questioned once more and John B did not answer her question. “Oh you’re such an asshole John B. Let go of me.” She rips her hands away from her now ex’s hand.  “Come one, Callie-.”  “Don’t call me that.” She looks into his eyes and rips her arm off from his grasp and walks out of the Château.

'𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵.’

Even though that he was one that broke it off with the blonde haired girl, he kept on calling the girl to make sure that she was okay because he knew that he had broken her more then anything. Another three calls and he had given up on calling the girl but little did he knew that the girl that he had been trying to get a hold of was wrapped up in her bed crying for what he had did to her.    Her once brightly lit room was now dim and dark, the fairy lights were not on anymore the battery life had ran out, her bright and bubbly personality changed within days of finding out what John B did to her. She never knew that someone that she was that close could break her like he did. 

'𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶.’

At the annual end-of-the-school-year bonfire, both kooks and pogues alike were there, this meant that John B and the rest of the band of goons were going to be there.  Calliope was with her ‘kook’ friends meaning that she was back with Topper, she was back with her old group of friends who told her not to get with John B in the first place.  Like he always had, Topper had a grasp around her shoulders making sure that she was close to him. And now that she had nothing to do with John B he was more than happy to keep her away from him.  “I’ll be back.” She hands Topper her cup and begins to walk away from the group that they were with.  Topper smiles at her slightly before she shoves her hands into her pockets and heads to where the bathrooms are.  -

She had made sure that no one was in the toilets, looking each cubicle before she allowed herself to let the tears dwell down her face, she looked at herself in the mirror that was in front of her, why on earth was she crying over a boy that broke her heart? Oh, she knows why, because he was the first boy that she had ever fallen for like this.  The tears kept on flowing out of her eyes but they stopped once she heard the door open, she quickly turned on the faucet and allowed the water to run out, she quickly gathered some in her hands and splashed it onto her face. The laughter that was following the girls who entered the bathroom died once they had seen who was in there. There were three girls in total, them all being Sarah Cameron’s friends of course. Two of them left whilst the redheaded one checked up on Calliope.  “Hey, are you okay?” The redhead asks Elizabeth, this makes the blonde scoff slightly.  “What do you think? Everyone else on the island sees to know what happened.”

She had made sure that no one was in the toilets, looking each cubicle before she allowed herself to let the tears dwell down her face, she looked at herself in the mirror that was in front of her, why on earth was she crying over a boy that broke her heart? Oh, she knows why, because he was the first boy that she had ever fallen for like this.  The tears kept on flowing out of her eyes but they stopped once she heard the door open, she quickly turned on the faucet and allowed the water to run out, she quickly gathered some in her hands and splashed it onto her face. The laughter that was following the girls who entered the bathroom died once they had seen who was in there. There were three girls in total, them all being Sarah Cameron’s friends of course. Two of them left whilst the redheaded one checked up on Calliope.  “Hey, are you okay?” The redhead asks

She had made sure that no one was in the toilets, looking each cubicle before she allowed herself to let the tears dwell down her face, she looked at herself in the mirror that was in front of her, why on earth was she crying over a boy that broke her heart? Oh, she knows why, because he was the first boy that she had ever fallen for like this.  The tears kept on flowing out of her eyes but they stopped once she heard the door open, she quickly turned on the faucet and allowed the water to run out, she quickly gathered some in her hands and splashed it onto her face. The laughter that was following the girls who entered the bathroom died once they had seen who was in there. There were three girls in total, them all being Sarah Cameron’s friends of course. Two of them left whilst the redheaded one checked up on Calliope.  “Hey, are you okay?” The redhead asks Elizabeth, this makes the blonde scoff slightly.  “What do you think? Everyone else on the island sees to know what happened.” wipes the tears from her eyes.  “Well, I hope you know that I believe you.”  “What do you mean ‘I believe you’?” Calliope questions the girl in front of her. “What has he, what have they been saying about me?”  “That you cheated on John B with Topper.”  “That is a load of bullshit, thank you for telling me. You can also tell Sarah that I hope it was worth it, losing Topper for someone like John Booker Routledge.” She then left the bathroom leaving the three girls in there to their own.  Elizabeth made her way back to where Topper was, he was halfway through a sentence but by this point, she did not give a damn, she ran to him grabbed his face, and connected her lip with his.  “I should’ve listened to you I am sorry.”

'𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩.’

John B was cleaning up the Château after yet again another hangout that he and the rest of the pogues had, now along with Sarah. He walked around picking up the empty beer cans along with the burnt-out j that JJ had left there the following night, it was next to the same plum-coloured bandana that Calliope had left there the first day she had ever been to his home.  It was something that he felt like he needed to keep, he starred at it feeling like he should give it back to her but in a way he wanted to keep it, to keep the feeling that he used to have with her still there