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Greer,

Why the fuck couldn’t you stay here?? It’s so quiet I can hear the giggles from the Hufflepuff common room. How the blimey hell do you take care of an injured owl? My brother’s owl got here and I’m pretty sure mum tried to crucio it. Or hell maybe she actually did.

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;;Ask me Nott

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Someone is going to hurt. Someone is going to feel immense pain to the point their feeble mind breaks. Because no one takes Helen. Mulciber left the Slytherin common room, and even as he’s walking through the classes on his way to the first one on schedule. The students seem to sense death wth his steps. They all give him that same panicked look, and seem to whisper a single accusation ‘will it be me?’ Better fucking believe it if you stole Helen. There is no psychotic laughter that breaks out, only the sound of silence. Which seemed to scare the student body more when it came from Evan himself. Blue hues narrow down the hall, and he pauses outside of the classroom. He needs someone to check out the Hufflelosers (besides Greer & Alice) for his blade. Surely Alice wouldn’t understand a thing – but Greer would since she had met his fucked up family. He waits outside the classroom they shared and nodded with his head for her to come to him. Muliber visibly shaken wipes the back of his wrist against his eyes. When she’s close enough he starts to grumble vindictively. A voice instead of tangled with his normal madness, now coated with an eerie calm. ”Someone took her. Someone took Helen, Greer.” No that was worded incorrectly. ”A fucking corpse took Helen.” Much better.

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All the texts for Greer

“✆” for a MORNING text. GRrrnot What the actual fuck? Where do you go in the morning? Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Grrrnot: I can tell you and Theo are related. You both do the open mouth thing.Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Grrrnot: Guess who’s team is going down in quidditch? YOURS.Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.Grrrnot: fuck we need to get into Theo’s reserves again. After thece iling stosps spinning.Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Grrrrnot: Want to set Hogwarts on fucking fire?Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.Grrrnot: Ugh. Why couldn’t you be my roommate instead of Snape? Imagine all the fucking shit we could do.Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.Grrrnot: I hope you fucking choke on a broom and shit out hay. You’re such a fucking pain in my ass.Send “#” for a RANDOM text.Grrrrnot:: Do we wear the same shoe size?Send “@” for a SCARED text.Grrrrnot: Fuck Greer. Those fucking whores went to Dumbledore. What do I do? I mean it’s not my fault they fucked with Salazar’s team.Send “&” for a LOVING text.Grrrnot: Best friends until the fucking end. Our end. I mean we kill enough plebs as is.Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.Grrrnot: Are you.. are you and.. Are you actually dating someone??Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.Grrrrnot: THEY LEFT ME IN POTIONS CLASS ALONE. RIP TO THESE FUCKWADS.Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.What the fuck.. did you .. no wait I think it’s your sister. WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKING NOTTS JUST CAME OUT OF MY CLOSET???Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. Grrrrnot: I don’t think we can be friends anymore. Unless…you crucio me.

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😘 for greer

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You know where it’s safe from asshole mistletoes? No fucking where. He learns this when he meets Greer after Quidditch to discuss their future plans. Mainly what chaos awaits Hogwarts with the likes of their heads together. Evan sometimes wishes that animals weren’t off the table with her, but he didn’t mind the tiny sacrifice. Because Greer and him had always been the force to be reckoned with. Few held an understanding of the chaos except for a few. She was one of them. Evan walks to Greer a conniving grin on his features. ”Ready to go mess with these losers?” However he pauses when he feels the familiar paralysis of his legs. There it is. Floating in the fucking air above them like some fucking fruity snowflake. ”Fuck off. Who the fuck keeps casting these? Let’s go fuck up their life.” He’s dead serious. ”Salazar fucking eye. How many of these have got you?" No matter. He might as well make it last and bask that it was Greer in front of him.. not fucking Theo.Closing the distance between them, he places a hand on her waist and tilts his head downward to push his lips against hers. Tracing his tongue against hers, while his other hand ruffles her hair purely to fuck with her. Then he pulls away and narrows his eyes down to her questioningly. ”Don’t fucking look at me like that. You can punch me later.”

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Ü for Greer

I’m never going to think of Quidditch terms the same way again. Did you forget I was spending the night? Meet you later at lunch to torture a mudblood.

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