We can fight our desires...
But when we start making fires;
We get ever so hot,
Whether we like it or not!
They say we can love who we trust,
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotion...
What are feelings without emotions?
But when we start making fires;
We get ever so hot,
Whether we like it or not!
They say we can love who we trust,
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotion...
What are feelings without emotions?
M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ SEVENTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven glanced over at the sound of a throat being cleared to see Timothy, who looked amused. She gave him a nod, and was shocked to realize that, for right now, she was surrounded by people she could actually tolerate talking to for more than a few minutes. This was new. The house was still filling up with people; she spotted that brunette Gryffindor who must have just graduated, something bella, that Inigo kid from Ravenclaw, the oldest Davenport sister, and that blonde Nina and the redhead Kaitlyn. She also spotted Rivers-Blakely, and then was distracted by Mira's bickering with Seymour and almost spraying her drink over all of them at Morven's joke. The blonde was different lately; Morven knew she was best friends with Wendy, and seemed to remember her being a lot moodier, if anything, a few years back. But Mira looked thrilled to see Timothy, and Morven concluded that either he just 'brought out the best' in the younger girl, or she was already tipsy.
The Slytherin raised her glass to acknowledge her own impending takeover of Hell, as Camila slipped away to go answer the door. She took another sip, rolling her eyes as Seymour tried to make a quick galleon or two on his old Astronomy notes. "I'm taking NEWT level Astronomy this year," she commented somewhat snidely. "And I doubt it's going to be hard." Come on, the basis of the class was star-gazing. People did badly in it because they either wanted to or they were sleeping the entire time. The redhead leaned similarly on Seymour when he put an arm around her, and knew he could probably tell how tense she was from the music right now. A headache was well and truly blossoming in what felt like the core of her skull right now, and it bothered her enough that she was on the verge of biting Seymour's head off when he started in on finding somewhere upstairs, until she caught on to what he meant.
She wasn't stupid; she didn't doubt for a second that he was going to work this situation to his advantage, and already was, but she also knew that he actually sort of cared, and this was his way of telling her. "Don't even put the image in my head," Morven muttered, rolling her eyes. She didn't care about Cathy and Iris; if the other Hufflepuff was willing to stoke the fires of Cathy's humongous ego, that was her problem. But that didn't mean she actually wanted to watch the actual stoking. She ignored Seymour's comment about the picture sales; similar to Cathy's ego, sometimes just acknowledging the things he said added fuel to the metaphorical fire, and the temptation of a quieter upstairs was winning her over. Maybe it made her a terrible friend, as this wasn't her house at all, but it wasn't like they were going to do it in Camila's room or anything. She took a final sip of her drink and put it down on the counter; there was still a bit left in it, but she wasn't picking it up again when she came back downstairs, anyways, so she didn't really care. "It's killing my mood," she said simply, and hopped off the stool, grabbing his hand. "Lead the way." It was only slightly tinged with sarcasm, and Morven squeezed his hand for a split second in the closest she was going to get to gratitude.
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ SEVENTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven glanced over at the sound of a throat being cleared to see Timothy, who looked amused. She gave him a nod, and was shocked to realize that, for right now, she was surrounded by people she could actually tolerate talking to for more than a few minutes. This was new. The house was still filling up with people; she spotted that brunette Gryffindor who must have just graduated, something bella, that Inigo kid from Ravenclaw, the oldest Davenport sister, and that blonde Nina and the redhead Kaitlyn. She also spotted Rivers-Blakely, and then was distracted by Mira's bickering with Seymour and almost spraying her drink over all of them at Morven's joke. The blonde was different lately; Morven knew she was best friends with Wendy, and seemed to remember her being a lot moodier, if anything, a few years back. But Mira looked thrilled to see Timothy, and Morven concluded that either he just 'brought out the best' in the younger girl, or she was already tipsy.
The Slytherin raised her glass to acknowledge her own impending takeover of Hell, as Camila slipped away to go answer the door. She took another sip, rolling her eyes as Seymour tried to make a quick galleon or two on his old Astronomy notes. "I'm taking NEWT level Astronomy this year," she commented somewhat snidely. "And I doubt it's going to be hard." Come on, the basis of the class was star-gazing. People did badly in it because they either wanted to or they were sleeping the entire time. The redhead leaned similarly on Seymour when he put an arm around her, and knew he could probably tell how tense she was from the music right now. A headache was well and truly blossoming in what felt like the core of her skull right now, and it bothered her enough that she was on the verge of biting Seymour's head off when he started in on finding somewhere upstairs, until she caught on to what he meant.
She wasn't stupid; she didn't doubt for a second that he was going to work this situation to his advantage, and already was, but she also knew that he actually sort of cared, and this was his way of telling her. "Don't even put the image in my head," Morven muttered, rolling her eyes. She didn't care about Cathy and Iris; if the other Hufflepuff was willing to stoke the fires of Cathy's humongous ego, that was her problem. But that didn't mean she actually wanted to watch the actual stoking. She ignored Seymour's comment about the picture sales; similar to Cathy's ego, sometimes just acknowledging the things he said added fuel to the metaphorical fire, and the temptation of a quieter upstairs was winning her over. Maybe it made her a terrible friend, as this wasn't her house at all, but it wasn't like they were going to do it in Camila's room or anything. She took a final sip of her drink and put it down on the counter; there was still a bit left in it, but she wasn't picking it up again when she came back downstairs, anyways, so she didn't really care. "It's killing my mood," she said simply, and hopped off the stool, grabbing his hand. "Lead the way." It was only slightly tinged with sarcasm, and Morven squeezed his hand for a split second in the closest she was going to get to gratitude.
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I'm going in for the kill...
I'm doing it for a thrill...
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand,
And not let go of my hand.
I had my hopes out on the line;
Well, they'll be ready for you in time.
If you leave them out too long,
They'll be withered by the sun.
I'm doing it for a thrill...
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand,
And not let go of my hand.
I had my hopes out on the line;
Well, they'll be ready for you in time.
If you leave them out too long,
They'll be withered by the sun.
