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@soltudes  *⊹˚.
            
            \  sorry for the late reply  !!  
            
            *  once she had finally reached him  ,  she took a moment to gather herself before speaking  ,  her breathing heavy due the the fact that she quite literally ran down the hall to catch up with the other  *  my god  ,  you walk fast.  did you know that  ?  *  the brunette stated  ,  finally lifting her head to look up at him  *  i saw you left this behind and you were headed outside.  it’s freezing  ,  what kind of person would i be to let you set foot outside without proper protection from the cold. 

@mightyroars 
             ⠀⠀[   there’s a shrug,  a dismissive eyeroll.   tone flat,  icy hues lost in the fire that warms the room but not him,  he is nothing but coldness.   winter at hogwarts reminded him of the manor,   the freshly fallen snow and the the wind harsh against his pale skin.    now,   he couldn’t even remember his belongings  —   lost in thought over the manor and how far the ministry has managed to be up potter’s arse.   ]
            you came sprinting and hollering all this way?   i might be impressed.   didn’t you know snakes and lions don’t make good friends? 

*     MOTHER SON RN 

*    You’ve awoken me. 

*     !

(  …  )     i  had  to  < 3

*    noor x draco..      droor!!!!   /jj

(  …  )    wdym  i  thought  danidraco  was  real  /j

@blaesus 
               ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[    skull rests against the wall,  clear blue hues lost in the distance as thoughts keep occupying his smile ;   even the idea of being around friends can’t reach him &. cloud his brain,  there is too many things he has to deal with.  his voice interrupts his thoughts and a glare answers him,     ]     no i can’t.    

how am i to know you haven’t picked up the habit by living in such close proximity to him and his.. habits? no matter how wretched.     [the suggestion that she be elsewhere is promptly ignored, almost habitually so.]     you’re reading that book. again. don’t tell me you’ve taken on moody collaging of all things. 

@simwng 
               ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀take in the smell of cigarette smoke and you’ll start believing me.  it stinks.  he said he borrowed this,    [    holding up a book in his hand,  boney fingers peeling through the pages of scribbled notes    ]    and shouldn’t you be in your own dorm,  pansy? 

well, i’m awake. and i’m staring you, dead in the eye, with theodore nowhere in sight. have a lucky guess as to who i’m blaming for this.    […]    just what are you doing anyway? this place is a /mess/.

[the autumn—leaf yellow of his hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of a flash in her white hands, may as well would have been turning white.]     so then prepare to present a better spell for the next lecture.     [the delivery is glaringly monotone. polite, reciprocal curiosity cannot be mustered in eyes. though, the rest of her face  — wan, somewhat charming and perpetually discontented —  is as familiar to the sight of draco malfoy as an illustration from childhood would be.]     it’s always potter with you.  —i get why.  i just don’t get how you can stand to look as irritated as you feel.  do you want to give him a chance to gloat this badly?  because we all know he will, /does/. 

@simwng 
              ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[   behind a pile of parchment &. other useless pieces of paper,  there is pansy.   there was not much surprise there,  wherever she goes,  she always ends up with ink upon fingertips and letters covered scrolls.  pansy reminded him much of granger,  with the pile of books in her hands and the constant need to prove herself.  for what?  he hasn’t quite figured that out yet.    ]    nonsense.   how could i be expected to not talk about it?    slughorn praising potter like that for some mere spell he did?   a toddler could do that.  

let us not talk about it.  let us not talk at all. 

@soltudes  you know i’m stuck here, right? [ the ghost didn’t purposely try to be blunt during his time of a mental breakdown ( .. ) or whatever was happening right now. ] i mean, you are too now. [ myrtle replies, knowing that the slytherin boy wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon considering the streaks that were stained on his cheeks. ] might as well talk about it, ‘dead men tell no tales,’ you know? i won’t spill. 

@hercrux 
              ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’re dead,  go away. 

!!!! :)))