#ATS Pristine flats

[realestatencrs]

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Another thing to be aware of when dealing with bank properties is the fact that defects in property conditions are hardly disclosed by the banks. This is understandable, since many state laws do not or even exempt them from disclosure liability. Another reason is that banks could not be expected to know the condition of all the properties in its inventory.

Finally, when looking at bank properties listings, bear in mind that there are very few banks that will offer or even entertain pre-closing repairs. ATS Pristine 3/4/5 BHK Apartments Sector 150 Noida, If you think that you can insert the deal at any time in your negotiations, you may be in for a surprise. The way to deal with this is to do your own inspection and approximate the repair costs to determine its level of acceptability to you.

[yandere-daydreams]

file #1: the piss fic.

part of the FREAK SHIT MARCH evidence packet.

pairing: yandere!neuvillette x reader (genshin).

length: 3.2k.

warnings: fem!reader, non/con, omorashi, semi-public sex, humiliation/degradation play, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, and unbalanced power dynamics.

The first sign that something was deeply, deeply wrong should’ve been the small glass bottle perched on the edge of your bedside table – filled to the brim with water so clear and so pristine that you might’ve thought it was empty, had you been a touch more optimistic.

You blinked once, then twice before summoning the strength to sit up, confusion and well-earned paranoia fighting to clear the fog over your exhaustion addled mind. Neuvillette stood at the foot of your bed, already dressed and currently focused on securing his cravat with a pointed intensity, or so he seemed to want you to believe. “What’s that?”

“Water. Fresh from the finest springs in Fontaine.” He allowed for a lengthy pause, then went on. “Admittedly, I thought you would’ve been more familiar with the concept.”

“I know what—” You started to defend yourself, then thought better of it – gritting your teeth as you snatched the bottle from the tabletop. It was odorless, unclouded, and as far as you could tell, containing a negligible amount of a foreign entity’s bodily fluids. All good signs, but Neuvillette wasn’t the caretaker type, and he knew you weren’t the type to want to be taken care of. You’d learned, over time, that any explicit display of his fondness for you was to be followed immediately by a demand that you reciprocate that fondness or, more realistically, grit your teeth and bear it while he poured further ‘affection’ onto you. “Is it… Is it supposed to be for me?”

“If you’d like for it to be.”

“And you didn’t put anything—”

“Please, love.” His voice was flat, but gentle. “I’d hate to find myself in the middle of an interrogation so early in the morning.”

You were more than tempted to refuse, but your dry throat and bleary mind provided ample motivation. With no small amount of reluctance, you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips before pulling it away just as quickly, sending Neuvillette a half-hearted glare. “What are you getting out of this?”

At that, he folded. There was an airy sigh, a slight shake to his head, a notable pause before his answer – less hesitant and more measured, tempered. “As long as you’re under this roof rather than that of the Fortress of Meropide, you’re within my guard. That means your health and well-being is my responsibility, as well as your containment.” You opened your mouth, but he went on before you had the chance to cut in. “Left to your own devices, you’re prone to neglecting yourself. Is it so wrong of me to want to correct that?”

You shrunk into yourself, glowering. You could’ve done without the reminder that he saw your personality as something to ‘correct’, but compared to his methods, nudging you towards hydration was a negligible offense. “Fine,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. “But don’t get it into your head that I’m some… some incompetent child that’s going to start crying for your help every five seconds.”

His only response was a soft smile, as tender as it was ingenuine.

~

A member of his personal staff left your breakfast (Neuvillette never ate with you – in fact, you were beginning to wonder if he ate at all) in front of the door a few minutes later, and Neuvillette made sure you’d finished the bottle of water, everything on the tray, and an additional glass of bulle fruit juice before he let you dress. Usually, you were allowed to entertain yourself while he attended to his responsibilities as the Iudex, but today, you were taken by the hand and guided to his office – keeping your eyes on the floor as you passed by the secretaries and bureaucrats that populated most of the Palais Mermonia’s administrative floors. You might’ve had Neuvillette’s favor (however much you could’ve gone without it), but in Fontaine, a criminal record wasn’t an easy thing to erase. You tried not to draw too much attention from those who surely thought you should’ve been buried underneath the nearest ocean and forgotten. “I miss you most in the dull hours of the early morning,” he said, when you asked him why you were being denied your usual freedoms. “Bear with me just this once, and I might be able to find time for a stroll through the palace gardens, this afternoon.”

No part of you wanted to spend your day rotting on a loveseat in a dusty corner of his frigid office, but the promise of being able to step outside (a privilege you were rarely afforded) was irresistible. You dutifully nursed a lukewarm cup of bland peppermint tea as he sorted through decade-old casefiles, made a show of gulping down a mug of hot chocolate brought to you by a doe-eyed melusine while Neuvillette reviewed evidence for an upcoming trial, and managed to hold a strained smile when a man with a wide smile and a jarring laugh stopped by with two armfuls of vintage wines – gifts for the Iudex from a wealthy merchant hoping to buy for the favor of Fontaine’s most influential. Since Neuvillette didn’t have a taste for anything with more flavor than morning dew, you were called over to sample each in generous portions as their conversation stretched on and on and on.

By the time the man took his leave, your thoughts were fuzzy around the edges, your lips were stained red, and there was a pressure on your lower stomach that you didn’t care for. You made it about a minute, then another after his departure before pushing yourself to your feet and starting for the door. If you were quick, you shouldn’t have to weather the disdainful looks of too many of Neuvillette’s—

“Dearest?”

You cursed under your breath, glancing over your shoulder. Neuvillette spared a small smile when he caught your eye, tapping his knee. “If you have a moment?”

Your grin faltered. “I… I was hoping to—”

“It’s rather important.”

You pursed your lips, but relented. You’d already done your time. You weren’t going to jeopardize your reward, now.

Irritation written clearly across your expression, you made your way to Neuvillette and, with another tap to his thigh by way of command, clambered into his lap. He positioned you to his preferences; Your legs thrown over one armrest while your back rested against the other, your shoulder pressed gingerly to his chest – the contact minimal, but enough to earn a sigh, a feather-light kiss to your cheek. One of his hands settled on your waist while the other cupped your chin, tracing over your jaw for a moment before dropping lower – to the lace of your low neckline, then your stomach, where it settled. You tried not to squirm as he lowered his head, his cold breath fanning over your neck before his lips came to rest against the side of your throat. “Such a beautiful thing,” he muttered, his voice low enough to reverberate against your skin. “I’ll have to get you another dress in this color. It’s unbearable, just how lovely it looks on you.”

The praise was far from alien, but no less frigid for its familiarity. Whereas his wardrobe seemed to contain only the harshest of blacks, the purest of whites, and the richest of blues, he favored you in softer tones, faded pastels and desaturated hues that always made you feel like a doll, buried in sheets of silk and lace and left to gather dust on a forgotten shelf. The style, too, was a distinct departure from what he preferred for himself; all plunging necklines and full skirts and lacey bodices pulled so tight, you were tempted them to a proper corset. It was far from immodest, even for a setting so formal, but the length of your skirt never seemed to stop his hand from slipping under the many layers of fine material, his gloved fingers skirting over the length of your clothed slit. You felt his lips ghost over the side of your neck, the points of his unnaturally sharp teeth grazing over your jugular, but you shoved him away before he could make contact. “Wait, Neuvillette, I—I don’t—”

Your voice gave out, and Neuvillette raised his head curiously. “Is something wrong, my love?”

“I… I, uh…” You balled your fists in your lap. “I can’t, right now.”

You couldn’t remember ever seeing his smile so wide. “You… can’t?”

“Shut your mouth,” you mumbled, face burning with humiliation. “I… I have to use the restroom.”

It sounded so pathetic, so childish. More out of embarrassment than anything, you moved to stand, but Neuvillette’s sudden stock of mercy had evidently run dry. With an airy laugh, his arm found its way to your waist, his hand slipping under the thin fabric of your panties. Now, he chose not to waste time – the pad of his thumb finding your clit and pushing slow, languid circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t temper your reaction, your elbow jutting into his chest as you jerked away from his abrupt touch, but Neuvillette held you tight, his fingertips digging into your hip as two of his fingers skimmed over your entrance, the leather of his gloves smooth and freezing against your cunt. Your stomach ached, your eyes flitting unconsciously towards the very much unlocked door of his office, but if Neuvillette noticed your lasting hesitancy, it wasn’t enough to stop him from pressing a lingering, open-mouthed kiss into the corner of your jaw, then the crook of your neck. Usually, you tried to bear his unwanted affection with a silent grimace, but you couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably as he gathered the arousal slowly starting to drip down your thighs. “Neuvillette, I don’t want to—”

“Hush, now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Another kiss, this one to the dip of your shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about anything, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m not worried, I’m—” You started to protest, but Neuvillette cut you off with a sudden nip to the tender patch just above your jugular. You weren’t enjoying this, you didn’t want to enjoy anything, but it would’ve been impossible not to feel something as his cool breath fanned over your neck, your chest, as his thumb fell away and he ground the heel of his palm into your clit, drawing a pained whine out of the back of your throat.

It took a conscious effort to keep your mind off of the fullness sitting heavy in the base of your stomach, to stop yourself from squirming quite so pitifully as he pushed two fingers into you with a cruel sort of ease. His pace was just as slow as it had been when he was only toying with your clit, but you didn’t know whether to curse or be thankful for the lethargic, ebbing way he pumped his digits into you, only ever pausing to spread them apart when his knuckles were flush to your entrance, when he knew he’d be taking advantage of the most vulnerable parts of you. Despite his vice-like hold on your waist, it took a considerable effort to stop yourself from swaying, from shifting, from moving in any way beyond the little, inevitable bucks of your hips you just couldn’t seem to suppress when his fingers brushed against that soft, sensitive spot inside of you. Moving only made it worse. Everything only seemed to make it worse, and it was only getting harder to ignore the pressure mounting against the walls of your bla—

Without warning, the hand on your waist fell to your hip. On moment, you were laid across his lap, and the next, you were straddling his thighs, your back pressed against his chest and your ass slotted against the now unignorable bulge in his pants. Whatever complaints you might’ve had about the previous angle were tripled in an instant. A third finger was forced into your cunt alongside the last two, the stretch immediately turning from awkward to unbearable. You thought you’d gotten used to the size of his hands, his monstrous tongue, even his twin cocks, but suddenly, it was like you were being forced to take him for the first time again, every new quirk and flick of his wrist bringing tears to your eyes, drawing fractured whimpers from deep in your chest. You tried to raise your hands, to cover your face, to make the thought of crying in front of him for the first time in months that much less devastating, but Neuvillette was faster – his hand finding your chin, tilting your head back and tearing away any foolish thoughts you might’ve had about hiding from him. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise your lips, his tongue shoving its way past your teeth and raking over your own with an almost zealous desperation – a type he rarely showed. His mouth moved against yours for a second, then another before he let out a throaty growl, the noise rough and gravely. If it hadn’t known it was coming from such a refined man, you might’ve taken it for that of an animal. “You still taste like that bastard’s grime.” It was the angriest you’d ever heard him. “To taint such divine purity with such wretched filth – it should be a crime, no, a sin.”

And yet, he was already reaching for the wine glass on the corner of his desk – still half full of a sugared white variety, nearly colorless if it wasn’t for the slight, pinkish tint to its hue. You tried to twist away as he raised the glass to your mouth, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and it only took a few seconds for him to slot the curved rim against your lips, to tilt the glass back and fill your mouth with sickeningly sweet alcohol. It was too hasty, too clumsy – wine splashing against your face, trickling out of the corner of your mouth despite your feeble attempts to swallow it down and save yourself just an ounce of further embarrassment. You’d barely managed a mouthful when Neuvillette’s patience gave out – the glass falling away, shattering on the floor of his office as his hand dropped to your midriff, groping at your bloated stomach while his fingers pounded into your aching core. “Stop,” you managed, between broken moans. “Stop, Neuvi’, I can’t— I don’t want to— Stop.”

He let you whine and mewl, twisted and thrash, but it didn’t make a difference. Neuvillette only nuzzled into the nape of your neck, laughing as he spoke over your pitiful noises. “It’s alright, love,” he muttered, the harsh edge of his tone softened by heady affection. “You don’t have to fight it. I promise, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to reach for the edge of his desk, to make one last desperate attempt to pull yourself away from him, but it was already too late. You clenched your eyes shut as you came undone on his fingertips, as some badly beaten wall inside of you finally gave out and an awful, awful warmth sopped into the fabric of your gown and trickled down your thighs. You didn’t want to look, didn’t want to know how bad the damage was, but as Neuvillette nursed you through your stilted climax, you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling open and dropping to the dark stain slowly spreading in the lap of your skirt, couldn’t stop yourself from hearing Neuvillette’s deep, rumbling groan as your… your accident began to soak into the priceless fabric of his pants. This time, he didn’t stop you when your hands shot up to cover your face, to muffle your broken cries as he finally drew back, pulling out of you entirely for the first time since he hauled you into his lap.

There was a second of stillness, of sweet-nothings muttered into the curve of your throat, but whatever relief you might’ve been able to feel was quickly replaced with a jarring, painful sort of vertigo as Neuvillette’s hands fell to your hips and he lifted you onto his desk – your chest pressed flat to the chilled wood and your ass raised high enough for your shirts to pool around your waist. You sobbed unabashedly as your ruined panties were torn away entirely, as the flat of Neuvillette’s tongue ran over the length of your slit, his saliva only adding to the terrible blend of slick and piss and mess leaking out of you. Any concerns he might’ve held for your pleasure were forgotten as he lapped and licked at your pussy, his tongue fucking shallowly into your cunt as his fingertips bit into your waist. If your nerves hadn’t been so fried, if your mind hadn’t been so clouded with embarrassment and despair and pure, undiluted humiliation, you wouldn’t have been able to feel anything worth salvaging, but somehow, you found little, wavering moans breaking through your incoherent sobbing, something other than pain and pressure beginning to coil in the pit of your stomach. You buried your face in your arms as you clenched around his tongue against your will, as Neuvillette left you whimpering and grinding against his mouth, helpless to stop your pathetic body from doing anything he wanted it to.

It was only when the final aftershocks of your second climax faded and the first pangs of piercing overstimulation began to set in that he pulled away, panting as he straightened his back. He didn’t so much collapse onto you as deliberately drape his form over yours – his chest pressing into your back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Perfect,” he mumbled, voice distant, dream-like. “So perfect for me. You did beautifully.”

Your only response was another wobbling cry, a trembling sniffle. You couldn’t so much as imagine attempting to stand on your own, but Neuvillette didn’t seem to need you to. With one arm wrapped around your midriff and the other underneath the bend of your knees, he pulled you against his chest and hummed softly as you sank into his shoulder, your ruined dress falling into place like a leaden shroud around you. You decided, in that moment, that you would burn it as soon as possible, as thoroughly as possible. Neuvillette’s chambers didn’t have a fireplace and you’d never found so much as a candle within the walls of the Palais Mermonia, but that didn’t matter. You’d get rid of it if you had to break down the furniture for kindling.

“Can I…” You melted further into him, your eyes drooping before shutting entirely. “Can I go back to my room, please?”

“Soon enough.” He pressed a tender, lingering kiss into your temple. In your dazed state, you could nearly miss the scrape of pointed fangs against delicate skin, as he pulled away.

“I believe I promised you a walk through our gardens, first?”

[i-am-so-normal-about-radiostatic]

Some Radiostatic incorrect quotes

Vox: I was arrested for being too cool. Alastor: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Alastor: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Vox: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Alastor: No! Four to five seconds! Vox: Too late!!!

Vox: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Alastor: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Vox: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Alastor: You mean literally or figuratively? Vox: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Vox: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Alastor: Only if you also don't ask why Alastor: Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls Take your pick. Vox: Alastor: Vox: This one is fine

Vox: What is your biggest weakness? Alastor: I can be uncooperative. Vox: Okay, can you give me an example? Alastor: No.

Vox: So what do you do? Alastor: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Vox: Wow, impressive. Alastor: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Alastor: Vox... Vox: Oh no, 'Vox' in b-flat. Vox: You're disappointed.

Alastor: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Vox: Vox: Alastor, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Alastor: Sips coffee from bowl

Vox: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Alastor: Vox, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Vox: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Alastor: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Vox: A theif. Alastor: Thief? Vox: Theif. Alastor: I before E, except after C. Vox: Thceif. Alastor: No.

Vox: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Alastor: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Vox: Absolutely not.

(This is their relationship fr ^^^)

Alastor, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Vox: walks in covered with ink, shark fin and tail out Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Vox, tending to Alastor's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Alastor: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Vox: How many kids do you have? Alastor: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

(He's the dad friend. He's adopted Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty so far)

Vox: Must be hard not being able to laugh Alastor: I do have a sense of humor you know Vox: I’ve never heard you laugh before Alastor: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Alastor: So what’s for dinner? Vox, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Vox: Alastor was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some. Alastor: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it. Vox: Alastor, you ate the employee.

Vox: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Alastor: Three words. Vox:

Vox: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Alastor: sighs Alastor: I killed a man.

Alastor: I’m never donating blood ever again. Alastor: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Alastor: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Vox: Goodnight to the love of my life, Alastor, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Alastor: Our relationship is strictly professional. Vox, sitting on Alastor’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

Vox: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

Vox: Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything? Alastor: I had a lizard that I burnt.

Vox, dramatically: They called me a fool. Alastor, sick of Vox's shit: They weren’t wrong.

Alastor: Two brooooos! Vox: Chillin' in a hot tub! Alastor: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Vox: Alastor: Vox: tearing up Alastor: Babe, c'mon… Vox: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Alastor: Babe…

Alastor: You look mentally ill. Vox: I am. Let’s go.

Alastor: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Vox: Oh. We're going out? Alastor: Wh…

Vox: Cause you're pretty and you're smart, and you're ignoring me so you're obviously my type. Alastor, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Vox: Perfect.

Alastor: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Vox: It was autocorrect. Alastor: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Vox: Yes.

Vox: I want to kiss you. Alastor, not paying attention: What? Vox: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Vox: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Alastor: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Vox: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine. Alastor: Marry me.

Vox: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Alastor: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Vox: I said within reason, Alastor. How about I murder that guy? Alastor: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Vox: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Alastor: Are you trying to seduce me? Vox: Why, are you seducible?

Vox: Alastor is playing hard to get. Vox: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Alastor: Vox and I are no longer dating. Vox: Alastor, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Alastor: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Vox: blushes What are your thoughts? Alastor: The fourth sentence- Vox: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Alastor: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Vox: Two bros! Vox: Chillin' in a hot tub! Vox: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

Vox: We have a problem. Alastor: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Vox: You have to apologize to them Alastor. Alastor: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Vox: Do you want to know your gay name? Alastor: My… my gay name? Vox: Yeah, it's your first name- Alastor: Haha. Very funny Vox- Vox: gets down on one knee And my last name. Alastor: Oh- oh my god.

Vox: Stop doing that. Alastor: Stop doing what? Vox: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Vox: My hands are cold. Alastor: Here, let me hold them. Vox: My lips are cold too. Alastor: covers Vox's mouth with their hand

Vox: I think I'm falling for you. Alastor: Then get up.

Vox: I’m in love with you. Alastor: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Vox: I know. Alastor: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Vox: You got a date yet Alastor? Alastor: No… Vox: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Vox and Alastor are in Paris. Vox: I'm…moved. I…I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel…destiny? Alastor: But… Vox: I don't know what it is. I feel like… I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and… Alastor: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Vox: Yeah. Alastor: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Vox: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Alastor: Okay, alright.

Vox: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Alastor: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Vox, talking about Alastor: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

Alastor: Is something burning? Vox, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Alastor: Vox, the toaster is literally on fire.

Alastor: Okay, but if you're not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend? Vox: Dude- Its satire! Alastor: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Vox: Alastor is playing hard to get. Vox: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Vox: We’re getting married, bitches! Alastor: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

[iwouldlovetobreackitoyou]

Chapter Eleven: "It's all about the art of illusion,"

When I woke up the next morning, the sun coming through the window was brighter than usual and my body still felt overworked from the previous night. I let out a groan as I forced my arms out above my head groggily and stretched them out. The room was still; a comfort that I didn’t know I needed.

As I sat up in bed, my brain felt like it rattled around my skull, making me feel woozy. I silently started getting myself ready and gathered any books I needed from my trunk that sat at the foot of my bed. I took note of the empty dorm room; Tara’s messy and unmade bed, Charlotte’s pristinely made one and Abby’s hurriedly made one. It always surprised me just how much character the three girls had in the dorm room despite being absent from it.

By the time I had made my way down to the Great Hall, there were only a few people littered at the four house tables. There was no sight of the twins, which I was sadly thankful for due to the pounding headache that manifested itself behind my eyes. I ate my breakfast in silence while I read the Daily Prophet, not really paying attention to its contents or my surroundings. The world felt surreal, as if I was experiencing a hangover without the copious amounts of alcohol.

“‘Bout time you showed up.” I heard from my right side and soon two bodies were sitting on either side of me. “Was getting worried about you,” I looked up to Fred and gave a painful wince as the volume of their voices pierced my ears. The twins noticed my sensitive state and concern set upon their features as they looked at each other. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just had a long night, I s’pose.” I said sluggishly as I grabbed my mug full of coffee and leant my elbows on the table. There was a high pitched ringing in my ears and the scents from the different breakfast foods were making me feel nauseous.

“You don’t look it.” George said in a quieter tone. As I looked at him I gave a dismissive shrug and took a sip of my coffee. The two were silent besides me as we sat there. I let out a sigh and placed my coffee down.

“I’ll be okay.” I said in a final tone as I took a second to look between the two. George looked convinced, whereas Fred gave me an unsure expression. When I finished off my coffee, the three of us exited the Great Hall and split ways as I made my way towards the Greenhouses.

I was met with the sight of Charlotte, some other Hufflepuffs and Slytherins as I neared the large glass buildings. My thoughts were absent as Professor Sprout started to tell us the importance of our O.W.Ls exams at the end of the year, but all I could focus on was keeping my eyes open.

Charlotte nudged me with her elbow and my body jerked to a sluggish state as I tried to redirect my attention onto Professor Sprout. I hadn’t realised that I had dozed off and we were now learning about Self-fertilising Shrubs. As we were taking notes and scribbling illustrations onto our parchments. Charlotte then tapped me on the shoulder.

“You doing okay?” Charlotte asked as she stopped her note taking and turned her full attention to me. I nodded as I was putting my final touches on my drawing of the Shrub.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” I said and turned towards Charlotte. She noticed my pale face and the dark circles under my eyes. “You made us quite worried when you came back late last night, and when you slept in this morning.” Charlotte said and the concern was evident in her face and voice.

“Just had a long meeting with professor Lupin last night is all.” I said through a tired smile. This made Charlotte’s eyebrows knit together and for her lips to form a firm flat line upon her face. “Okay.” Charlotte said and we continued with our study on the Self-fertilising Shrub before us. 

Transfiguration went by slowly and as quietly as ever after getting a lecture on our O.W.L examinations by Professor McGonagall. Writing down the different symbols and the definitions of Switching spells, along with different wand movements proved to be quite a long and tedious task. It was always known amongst us Hogwarts students that Professor McGonagall always strived to have her students as prepared as possible before attempting a new transfigurement. She always  took note of a student's magical ability, and paid even more attention to the ones that weren’t progressing as quickly as the other students.

I noticed by the end of the lesson that Professor McGonagall had been paying a little more attention to me than usual. It was given away as she constantly passed by the desk I had sat myself at. Transfiguration had always come effortlessly to me; only really struggling with the theory side of the subject, but during this lesson, I had a lack of motivation caused by last night's meeting with Remus.

As the lesson was coming to an end, the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs started packing away their ink pots and parchment and made their way outside of the classroom. I was about to follow the crowd out before Professor McGonagall caught my attention.

“Miss Kettu,” Professor McGonagall started. I waited patiently for her to continue, barely keeping my eyes open. Professor McGonagall paused further to take notice of my grey complexion and the dark circles under my eyes. “I’m worried about your performance in my lesson today, is there something going on that I need to be made aware of?” All I could do was stand there numbly in front of her. I casted my gaze to the floor and shuffled my feet as I tried to get my words in order.

“I’ve started to have meetings with Professor Lupin after dinner about my… you-know-what.” I said and looked back up to Professor McGonagall. Her expression turned from concerned to understanding in a matter of seconds. She nodded briefly and clasped her hands together.

“You know I’ll have to have a word with Professor Lupin if these meetings continue to decrease your ability to stay awake in my class.” Professor McGonagall said as her brows slowly scrunched together softly.

“Yeah, I’m aware, Professor.” I said and adjusted the bookbag on my shoulder. We both stood there for a moment in silence, my grip tightening on my bag strap, then Professor McGonagall broke the silence with a soft sigh before speaking.

“You’re free to go, Miss Kettu.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

The rest of the day seemed to drag on. I was dreading my late-night Astronomy class even though the weather wasn’t going to be too chilly. I didn’t know if I would be able to stay awake with the way my feet dragged themselves on the stone floor. I was caught up in a sea of students heading to the Great Hall, suddenly finding a new sense of motivation as I smelt the food wafting through the corridor.

I sat down at the Hufflepuff table for dinner, feeling the most energised I had been all day as I ate my kidney pie and talked with my dormmates. Abby was going on about how Professor Binns hadn’t changed in the five years we had attended Hogwarts. We all cringed at the memory of his monotone voice and his lessons that always seemed to be never ending.

“Oh, look,” Charlotte said excitedly. “Here comes Azure’s boyfriends.” And as if on cue, I felt the presence of the two red-heads standing behind me.

“Evening, ladies,” George said with a smug grin on his face. Everyone greeted the two the same way and we all became giggly. “May we speak to our partner in crime?”

“Most certainly.” Tara said enthusiastically.

“See you at Astronomy.” Charlotte said, gave me a pat on the shoulder and the three girls left the Great Hall. As I turned around to look up at  the pair, they both had mischievous smiles on their faces.

“Now what is it you two have planned now?” I asked while looking at them both.

“We have just gotten the latest ‘Stink Pellets’ from Zonko’s Joke Shop before the start of term.” Fred said and revealed the box of ‘Stink Pellets’ he had hidden behind his back.

“But haven’t we already done this before?” I asked as Fred passed me the box and I started reading the labels on it.

Apart from being great fun, Stink Pellets can be used to stun small magical creatures or to get out of a sticky situation with Prefects.

“Those were the ‘Dungbombs’.” George said and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Ah, that’s right,” I said in a reminiscent tone. “Where and when are we doing this?”

“Filch’s Office, Wednesday night,” Fred said as I handed the box back to him. “We’ll put them in there when he starts making his nightly walk about the castle.”

“But I have Astronomy Wednesday night.” I said as my eyebrows cinched together.

“Trust me,” Fred started as a boyish grin adorned his face. “You’ll have more than enough time to get to your class.” I raised my eyebrows at this. As I sat and looked between them, they both gave me daring looks that always seemed to encourage my mischievousness.

“I’m in,” I said and stood up from my seat and the three of us started making our way out of the Great Hall. “Will we be needing my particular speciality?”

“It will most certainly come in handy.” Fred said with a smug smile.

It was finally Wednesday night and the three of us all had a laugh as we made our way towards the Pepperpot; a small tower that was connected to the Entrance Hall. We all became quiet as we snuck through the lantern corridor’s. The Weasley twins were hidden under the Disillusionment charm while I had perfected the art of shifting into my owl form with total Sentient consciousness. We watched as prefects and professors roamed up and down the corridor In front of the Entrance Hall just waiting for the right moment to race into Filch’s office.

As we were waiting for Filch to enter the corridor, I flew down and perched myself on a windowsill. A quiet ‘meow’ was heard further down the corridor, and shortly after, a dust coloured cat came trotting into view. Mrs. Norris. If she wasn’t so mean to other people than Filch she would be such a pleasant cat. She stopped in her tracks and her big yellow, lamp-like eyes pierced into my emerald green ones. Mrs. Norris looked at me for a second longer before hissing at me and meowing even louder at me, and as if on cue, Filch came bustling down the corridor. The lantern he held shook in his grip as if it was too heavy to carry.

“What’s got you all riled up, Mrs. Norris?” Filch asked his beloved cat and raised his lantern high above his head to reveal where I was perched on the windowsill, hidden under the blanket of darkness. “Oh, it’s jus’ a blumin’ owl.” Filch said and picked Mrs. Norris up and continued on his way down the corridor.

I waited until Filch disappeared around the corner before taking flight and meeting up with the Weasley twins that were already planting Stink Pellets inside Filch’s office. I landed on Filch’s desk and shifted back into my human form and made quick work of grabbing some Stink Pellets and started planting them amongst Filch’s office.

We were darting all over the office, trying to find the perfect hiding spots for the Stink Pellets when I came across a drawer labelled “Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.” It struck a memory as I opened it and prepared myself to drop the Stink Pellets inside the drawer.

Me, Fred and George made our way into Filch’s office for detention after wreaking havoc in History of Magic earlier that day. He made us sit down in the three chairs that were positioned in front of his desk and just as he was going to inflict his punishment onto us, Professor McGonagall poked her head into his office and asked for his assistance because Peeves had made an absolute disaster of one of the classrooms. I noticed to my left George stood up and started poking his nose around Filch’s office, Fred was rifling through Filch’s desk and I was glued to my seat and riddled with anxiety.

“C’mon Azure,” Fred beckoned. “We’re not done with the pranks just yet.” Fred finished and moved onto another drawer in the desk. I got up and made my way to a filing cabinet and one particulate drawer caught my attention.

“Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.” I mumbled to myself and started pulling at the drawer. To say it was jammed was an understatement. I struggled with the drawer for what felt like a lifetime, but I wasn’t going to let one little drawer get the best of me. I gave the drawer one final, hard tug and it opened. The drawer was filled with Fanged Frisbees, Boxing Telescopes, Nose-Biting Teacups and a mysterious looking piece of parchment. I quickly grabbed it and shoved it into my jeans pocket and started grabbing the effects that were in the drawer and passing them to the twins. I handed Fred a Dungbomb and noticed my hand was suddenly filthy and Fred chucked it over his shoulder and we all fled the scene and disappeared to our house common rooms.

My mind was still racing as I laid in the safety of my dorm room bed. After almost being outed by Peeves and hiding from Prefects, it was nice to be back in the Hufflepuff dorms. I couldn’t stop thinking about the parchment I had found and felt a sudden urge to uncover its secrets despite it being way past midnight at this point. I gave into my curiosity and reached under my pillow and brought my bed covers over my head. With my wand in hand, I whispered ‘Lumos’ and my wand lit up the piece of parchment.

I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning and being so exhilarated when I figured out how to reveal the contents of the Marauder’s Map by saying the words “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” and telling the twins that morning at breakfast all about my discoveries. It was safe to say that planning pranks and sneaking about the castle after curfew became a lot easier for the three of us.

“Azurielle!” Fred said beside me, shaking my shoulder. My hand was still full of Stink Pellets and hovering over the labelled drawer. I was so caught up in my memory that I hadn’t been paying attention to how long the three of us had been causing utter-stinking-chaos. “We need to go, now!” Fred ended with urgency, just now realising his eyes were glistening with tears from the stench and his hand was covering his nose and mouth in an attempt to save himself from taking in the smell from the Stink Pellets. I made quick work of dropping the pellets into the drawer, slamming it shut and the three of us ran out of Filch’s  foul smelling office. 

“And then we all got water poured on us by Peeves for simply walking down the hallway!” Charlotte said exasperated; her hair was still wet and air drying as she used her wand to dry off her bookbag.

“Now that is quite unfortunate.” Abby said as she lifted her goblet to her lips and started drinking.

“I know right,” Charlotte said, but soon her eyes were set on me. “So…” She started. “Where were you last night?” Charlotte said and folded her arms on the house table. I looked up from where I was furiously finishing off my Potions homework. It was finally Thursday and I had left a full three foot long parchment scroll on the Draught of Peace potion to the last minute due to the events of last night.

“Definitely not stinking up Filch’s office… again.” I said through a sly smile. Charlotte’s eyes sparked with amusement and beckoned me to continue. I then told them all about what happened on Wednesday nights events which left Charlotte and Tara cackling in their seats, whereas Abby grimaced at mine and the twins shenanigans.

“It’s a wonder you don’t get caught, Azure.” Abby said shyly.

“It is all about the art of illusion,” I said mysteriously as I wrote down the last few words of my essay and rolled up the parchment. “Now I need to see the boys.” I said and shoved the roll of parchment into my satchel, and with that, I said ‘goodbye’ to the girls and made my way over to the Gryffindor table.

“Hey,” I said and sat down next to Fred as my heart fluttered softly. It stopped me in my tracks as I slowly lowered myself onto the seat next to him. I placed my hand over my heart gingerly, checking to see if it was just nerves or something else. “Any news about who stunk up Filch’s office?” I asked.

“Not a word.” Fred said through a boyish smile. I then felt that flutter in my chest as he smiled at me, which in turn, made my cheeks flush red.

“So it was you three.” Ron said as he took a seat across from me next to George.

“No idea what you’re talking about, Ronald.” Fred said and took a bite of his pumpkin pastie. Ron rolled his eyes at his older brother and soon Hermione Granger sat down on my right side and Harry Potter sat opposite her. The flutter in my heart consisted and it was starting to get on my nerves. This time when I looked at Fred, I noticed I felt a little different. I didn’t know what it was, maybe I was coming down with some sickness. Or maybe, it was the way our fingers grazed each other when he passed me a pumpkin pastie or his boyish smile.

“So, what’s up with Malfoy now?” George asked, this pulled me out of my daze and back into the conversation which will totally keep me distracted from what I’m feeling towards Fred.

“He got scratched by Buckbeak.” Ron said and took a bite of his toast.

“He’s being completely childish about it too.” Hermione said in annoyance.

“Ah, makes sense, then.” Fred said and continued eating his lunch.

“Are you alright?” Hermione whispered beside me.

“Yeah, why’re you asking?” I whispered back.

“Because your face is as red as a tomato right now.” Hermione remarked and brought a goblet up to her lips. I felt my cheeks flush hotter and more vibrantly than they already were.

“Just a bit warm I s’pose.” I lied, and Merlin, was it the worst lie I had ever told. Hermione then turned her head slightly to me with a raised brow and expectant look on her face.

“It’s obvious that you have a crush on Fred. I’ve noticed since the Leaky Cauldron.” Hermione said in a matter-of-factly tone. I was taken aback, not because she knows, but because she’s known for so long and I haven’t let myself admit it to myself that I do, in fact, have a crush on the one and only Fred Weasley.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” I pleaded, and all I got from her was a cheeky smile and a nod. I was just about to ask her how obvious my crush on Fred was, but before I knew it, Hermione was gone. As if she disappeared into thin air. All that was left of her was crumbs and half a sandwich left on her plate.

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Last edit: 15.11.2023

Chapter Twelve

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Hey guys! Finally figured out what was going on with my formatting and my inability to upload my entire chapter so here is Chapter Eleven in full. Also I'm going to put a poll out soon to see if you guys use the dark or light mode while reading, this will help me understand what you're preferences are when reading :)

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Grumbling bc Normie Girlypop from work mentioned me on a Completely Unnecessary Congratulatory Email to all participants in a recent CorpoEvent she helped organise. She thanked / congratulated me on delivering a good result on the animated slideshow that they INEXPLICABLY had me do IN MS OFFICE POWER POINDT (???!?!??!?!?!). I don't think she has like Beef or meant anything by it tbh. Butttt the way she went abt it is like Nails On Chalkboard Cringe Lvl to me lol.

She fully went "congratulations on figuring it out even though YOU HAD NO IDEA!!" and i'm like.................

GIRL i had PLENTY OF IDEA!!! I KNOW how to make a basic ass slideshow animation lmao. It only ended up taking my whole week PLUS the entirety of my Saturday bc I was swamped beyond belief bc the one other designer at this thousand employee company was taking his first weeklong vacation in an aeon, and it coincided with the absolute busiest we've been the whole year, and that only happened bc aReA lEaDeRs could only be arsed to mention they wanted an animation two weeks before the hard deadline for it, even though the event had been in planning for MONTHS.

I could only use one of those weeks to put it together it bc the other one was completely taken up by ANOTHER heavy ass presentation that also **HAD TO** be done in powerpoint & not dedicated design software from the full adobe suite they pay out the ass for every year... (bc the engineers get upset if their sales materials are static pdfs instead of editable files :( bc they want to be able to mess with the designs directly sooooo bad, if they can't deform & misplace & generally fuck shit up to their heart's content before showing it to clients they get Big Mad)

IN ADDITION to those two presentations, I was constantly interrupted by nonsensical requests, like ppl saying they "only wanted me to send over the logo of a company we're collaborating with in vector format" so they could DO MY DESIGN WORK FOR ME, "just" substitute it somewhere..... ofc it turned out that they thought they could sub out the logo on a banner that was embedded as a flat jpg within a word document. Like I didn't even know where to begin to explain why they were wrong & it wasn't just a matter of sending over a couple vector file attachments lmao. And all this only happened bc the materials for THAT project that the senior designer left perfectly arranged and pristine were useless bc they gave him the wrong logo to work with due to miscommunication.

After dealing w/ that I had to try and refocus my attention onto the larger task at hand. But inevitable another Teams chat / email / Whatsapp message would drop 10mins later. I don't struggle so much with focusing as with Re-Focusing, interrupting a task then getting back right to where I left off is a fucking Obscure Arcane Art that I struggle with sosososomuch

...

like overall none of it was difficult bc I didn't know my shit. there were some things i hadn't done before but the technical aspects of it were easily googleable. it was difficult and frustrating and ate into time meant for me to rest bc the higher ups can't fuckin talk to each other lmao. AND she implied i didn't know my shit in an email addressed to those higher ups too. like... way to lowkey insult me as a professional and let irresponsible management off the hook in the same move lol.

i just. i'm really trying not to be petty or bitchy or whatever abt this but. i guess i just don't appreciate her praising the effort i put in as if it was me overcoming my own """ignorance""" or lack of experience or whatever... instead of me coming thru & taking on extra hours that i won't be directly compensated for, despite the absolute lack of effective communication at the company LMAO

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My enjoyment of your father's motto, "Materials are everything”, was not entirely at his expense. Up to a point, I saw the value of people who made things, and to the highest standard: Herb and Gladys built their own house, smoked their own salmon, brewed their own beer. But I had never met two people who existed so exclusively in three dimensions. The only times I saw your father excited were over a curly maple mantle or a creamy-headed stout, and I think it was over static physical perfection that he exalted; sitting before the fire, drinking the beer, were afterthoughts.

Your mother cooked with the precision of a chemist, and we ate well on visits. Her meringue-topped raspberry pies that might have been clipped out of magazines, though again I would have the strong impression that it was pie-as-object that was the goal, and eating the pie, gouging into her creation, was a kind of vandalism. (How telling that your cadaverously thin mother is a marvelous cook but has no appetite.) If the assembly-line production of goods sounds mechanical, it felt mechanical. I was always a little relieved to get out of your parents' house, and they were so kind to me, if materially kind, that I felt churlish.

Still, everything in their house was buffed to a high, flat shine, so much reflection to protect the fact that there was nothing underneath.

They didn't read; there were a few books, a set of encyclopedias (the wine-colored spines warmed up the den), but the only well-leafed volumes were instruction manuals, do-it-yourself how-to's, cookbooks, and a haggard set of The Way Things Work, volumes one and two. They had no comprehension why anyone would seek out a film with an unhappy ending or buy a painting that wasn't pretty. They owned a top-shelf stereo with speakers worth $1,000 apiece, but only a handful of easy-listening and best-of CDs: Opera Stoppers; Classical Greatest Hits. That sounds lazy, but I think it was more helpless: They didn't know what music was for.

You could say that about all of life, with your family: They don't know what it's for. They're big on lifes mechanics; they know how to get its cogs to interlock, but they suspect that they're building a widget for its own sake, like one of those coffee-table knickknacks whose silver metal balls click fruitlessly back and forth until friction tires them. Your father was profoundly dissatisfied when their house was finished, not because there was anything wrong with it, but because there wasn't. Its high-pressure shower head and hermetic glass stall were impeccably installed, and just as he trooped out for a generic who-cares selection of best-of CDs to feed his magisterial stereo, I could easily envision your father running out to roll in the dirt to provide that shower a daily raison d'être. For that matter, their house is so neat, glossy, and pristine, so fitted out with gizmos that knead and julienne, that defrost and slice your bagels, that it doesn't seem to need its occupants. In fact, its puking, shitting, coffee-sloshing tenants are the only blights of untidiness in an otherwise immaculate, self-sustaining biosphere.

We've talked about all this on visits of course—exhaustively, since, overfed and forty minutes from the nearest cinema, wed resort to dissecting your parents for entertainment. The point is, when Kevin—Thursday— well, they weren't prepared. They hadn't bought the right machine, like their German-made raspberry de-seeder, that would process this turn of events and make sense of it. What Kevin did wasn't rational. It didn't make a motor run more quietly, a pulley more efficient; it didn't brew beer or smoke salmon. It did not compute; it was physically idiotic.

Eva (We need to talk about Kevin)

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[theeverlastingshade]

Several weeks ago Mannequin Pussy returned with a new single called "I Got Heaven", and it's the first taste of new music from the band since their 2021 EP, Perfect. "I Got Heaven" scans like the band's response to the looming threat of militant Christianity, and features more than it's fair share of immensely quotable lines "And what if we stopped spinning?/And what if we're just flat?/And what if Jesus himself ate my fucking snatch?" courtesy of frontwoman Marisa Dabice. "I Got Heaven" retains the same rousing, communal spirit that's propelled all of their best work, but as the snarling punk verses gradually ease into pristine power-pop the band's versatility looms as large as their acerbic acumen.

Indie rock veteran John Congleton produced "I Got Heaven" and his impeccable touch is felt most acutely on the driving low-end leading the proceedings with greater heft than ever before. Guitars, drums, and some of their prettiest synth lines yet fill out their richly rendered sonic onslaught, and Dabice snarls her way through taunts that eventually blossom into crushing guilt "For what they did to you/I will never lay to rest". As MP have gotten nastier and more assured they've also become more immediate, and "I Got Heaven" is a rainbow-hued molotov hurled at outdated institutions with the kind of precision that suggests that their best work is still ahead of them.

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[testingforhope]

Chapter 2 - Quiet Oasis

Alone again. Hysteria was never one for company. She had never had any time to be with any company, anyway. She liked to stay to her own devices and get things done on her own. Everything that tried to talk or get close to her. She was afraid. She was afraid of herself. She walks out of her Nether Portal. Ah, wind and a breath of fresh air. She looked behind at the cave-like portal behind her to make sure it was safe. She walked into her oasis in the woods. She had been living here alone since she was a child. She used to live with her mother before she… left. The cottage itself was almost a castle. It’s amazing how you couldn’t see it over the treetops. The cottage had a lot of space, so her having friends over was a possibility from only one glance. If she ever got any friends, that is. The paths going to the door swirled around a pond, but there were no fish inside. Instead, there were axolotls. The salamanders were in a vast range of colours too. From pink to blue, to brown, she seemed to have every colour there was just playing with each other in front of her house. She also had a garden in front of it. The rows of plants were filled with wheat, carrots, berries, and many others that looked even supernatural at times. The whole area was surrounded by trees. There was only one way out for anyone who somehow came in, as Hysteria was the only one who knew the area like the back of her hand. Hysteria walked into her cottage and hung up her coat near the door along with her gold bracelets and bars made in the nearby barrel. Her house was at least two stories tall, it was so big. The living room was a very compact area with bookcases lining the walls. On top of the beautiful, purple carpet spread across the floor, a table, sofa and reclining chair sat waiting for their next use. She went to the humongous kitchen. The island in the middle was clean and pristine, while the fridge was bare and flat. It is a simplistic kitchen that was not very lived in. That is except for the stoves and oven, as they were a little stained and the oven’s light was still on. She looked in the fridge for something to eat. She decided to settle on berries and milk. While she ate, the scenes in the Nether replayed in her head. She had woken up that morning prepared to be bored to death from walking for hours. She went into the Nether thinking that she wasn’t going to find anything. She walked back on her path when she found a bastion. She had had an uneventful day, so she decided to go inside. It was all ok until she broke a brick that was helping the brute not see her. She was far from a secure passage. This is how I’m going to die, she suddenly thought at that moment. The rest was bizarre enough on its own. The day started with an uneventful adventure and ended in her almost untimely death. Today was interesting, wasn’t it?

[doubleduchessdesign]

My brain's pretty scrambled after today. I'm going to try to put the events down in an attempt to unscramble it a bit. I'm safe and my house is still standing. As of now there has not been a single death or major injury reported in the county, which is amazing. This was a pretty significant quake.

There was a planned power outage today, for maintenance. I got up at 7:30 to get a few things done before we lost power and internet. We don't have a phone signal at the house without wifi, so once the power is out we're kind of cut off from the rest of the world.

At 9:02 am the power was turned off. I ate breakfast and did some chores. Around 10:30 I decided to take a shower. At 10:44 the shaking started. I grabbed a towel and ran out of the bathroom to see what was happening. I saw SW and the dog on the couch downstairs before I was knocked off my feet. "It's an earthquake!" SW shouted. No shit, hon. I still had soap in my hair, and I have a lot of hair.

As soon as the shaking subsided enough that I could stand up I ran down the stairs. I was a sopping wet mess in nothing but a towel but I was ready to bolt out of the house. SW, the sensible one, went upstairs, turned off the shower, and grabbed my clothes and glasses. Not being blind and naked definitely improved my situation.

We got in the car and drove down the mountain a little ways, to a flat open area where nothing could fall on us and we could still see our house. We turned on the radio and tried to catch our breath. I found a rubber band in the glove compartment and used it to tie up my soapy hair.

About 15 mintues later a man drove up and parked near us. He lived further down the mountain, and wanted to be where he could get a good view. He said there were some minor landslides along the main road and the general store was shut down.

About 20 minutes more and a utility worker showed up to check on the well located below where we were parked. We immediately noticed that his rear tire was rapidly losing air. SW got to work helping him change the flat. I found a stick to throw to amuse the dog and distract myself. She and I are both anxious creatures.

Then the tsunami sirens started going off. The dog really did not like this. I thought that the way the emergency announcements echoed between the mountains was interesting. Text messages started going through. Our local friends were ok; our faraway friends were reassured. The sirens were going for almost an hour.

Two hours after we left the house we finally headed home. The tsunami warning was over, utilies were cleared, and all our neighbors were starting to check in. Most of them don't live here full time, so we all keep an eye on each others' homes. One neighbor had a cracked water tank, one had a kitchen full of broken glass. Our friends who have a farm inland told us their farm house was a wreck. Their house on the mountain was pristine when we checked it.

I finally got to rinse the soap out of my hair.

Our house was a mess. Everything had fallen off everywhere. Every single cabinet door and drawer was open. Plants had fallen from the second floor into the kitchen. There was potting soil and broken glass everywhere. But ultimately, it was a mess, not a disaster.

SW went up the road to help clean up all the glass in our neighbors' kitchen, and I wandered about our house in shock. Sometimes it's easier to help clean up someone else's mess than it is to address your own.

The glass and dirt is mostly cleaned up now, and things have been put back in their places. Our staircase is damaged, but it could have been so much worse. SW says the damaged stairs are a good excuse to put in a fireman's pole from the second floor for quick exit. I'm on the fence.

We've been having aftershocks in the 3-4 range all day, but they're gradually getting less frequent.

7.0 earthquake

I'm just standing in the wreckage of my kitchen, not knowing where to start