Entrance Courtyard

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ѕσ иσω тнє ω σ я ℓ ∂ ¢αи иєνєя gєт мє σи му ℓ є ν є ℓ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι נυѕт g σ т т α gєт уσυ σ f f тнє ¢ α g є xxxxxxxxx
ι'м α уσυиg ℓ σ ν є я ' ѕ я α g є xxxxxx
gσииα иєє∂ α ѕ ρ α я к тσ ι g и ι т є xxx

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spaceIt wasn't that Lori didn't want to tell Zeph the truth; obviously, she'd been planning on doing exactly that. The trouble was, she'd been planning on doing so at a time of her own choosing, and privately. Not because she'd been cornered by his friends. The continued accusations that she had, somehow, been stringing both Zeph and Trist along, was highly offensive, because she was friends with them both, dammit. She hadn't been stringing anyone! She hadn't known Trist felt that way about her, how could she have? She wasn't the best at reading people, except to know when they were lying to her, or covering up that they'd been talking about her behind her back. Not exactly helpful in dealing with boys who were apparently secretly pining for you. And she, like everyone else, had in fact noticed his interest in Sybil, and Sybil had confessed a mutual interest to Lori, so Trist liking her had been the furthest thing from her mind. Zeph, meanwhile, she hadn't even been particularly close to prior to the previous year. There'd been no reason for anyone to accuse her of any such thing before that, and she'd had a perfectly good reason for the seemingly excessive time they'd spent together. That she had, in fact, developed a crush, was beside the point. And anyway, given that she had, in fact, developed a crush, she hadn't very well been stringing him along, now, had she?

spaceHer fingers massaged her temples, eyes closed; this whole 'pick one' thing was utterly ridiculous. She shouldn't have to pick one, because they were her friends. Ignoring the crush, she shouldn't be backed into a corner and expected to choose one to become romantically involved with. She almost wanted to deny liking Zeph on principle now, because how dare they force her into this ridiculous situation! Yes, she liked Zeph, but she hadn't picked him. She liked him. It was hardly the same as walking into the store and choosing one blouse over another, one skirt over another, one pair of shoes, one video game-

spaceEyes shut, and in her agitated state, she hadn't even noticed that she'd been followed. Stupid; she normally noticed things like that. Oblivious to feelings she might be, but cold hard facts were her area of expertise, and that included awareness of her surroundings. Not so at the moment, though. She jumped when he spoke, eyes flying open, one hand dramatically clutching at her heart. It had already been pounding, a side affect of her anxious state, but his sudden appearance had sent it into overdrive. Not that he'd scared her on purpose; Zeph wasn't the sort to do anything like that. It took her a very long moment to really process anything he was saying, eyes wide. She forced the hand over her chest to slide down, and awkwardly crossed both arms for lack of anything better to do with them, hands fisted underneath. She could feel her nails digging into her palm.

spaceShe realized that, before anything else, he'd asked if she were okay. Which, of course he had, because he was Zeph, and that was the sort of thing he did when his friends were obviously freaking out. Cool and collected Lorelei was not one to abruptly run away from a conversation she didn't want to have. She normally forced herself to have them, regardless of how much she didn't want to. Just like she'd been planning on doing with her confession. The fact that she'd been shaken enough to actually take off had to raise all sorts of red flags. Of her classmates, she knew of only two who knew her as well as he did.

spaceShe swallowed, somehow managing to blush in spite of her pallor. I must look a sight, she thought distantly; she knew what her complexion was like. Paper white, splotchy, with the red blooming in her cheeks. Ridiculous. Zeph was rambling, which he always did when he was uncomfortable. The curse of being honest, she'd always thought. Emerson had been much the same. You couldn't lie, but telling the truth was uncomfortable, so you just rambled as if in some faint hope that it would be lost among the nonsense. But, this time, it wasn't lost; she blinked at him, mouth gaping open a second again, and her heart did a strange, dead-stop-and-then-beating-too-quickly kind of thing in her chest.

spaceTechnically speaking, he hadn't said that he liked her, per se. He'd said that, it would be pointless for him to like her, because he didn't know if she liked him. The tone implied that he was quite certain she didn't, which was hysterical in the face of the irony. He had every reason to think that, because she'd been the one to kiss him after the masquerade and declare herself utterly unaffected. But somehow, over a year of spending all the time she could with him, pouring over books in the library and memory exercises and somehow managing to actually get to know one another in spite of the curriculum taking up the majority of their conversation, that had changed. At some point, she had become affected, and he'd never even noticed. Not that she could blame him, because neither had she, until she was drunk in Tristan's kitchen and he'd told her so. How had he known, anyway? Even Gia hadn't known for sure. She'd suspected, if her nudging and poking and prodding was any indication, but even she had been on the 'pick one' bandwagon, and not given any indication that she knew for sure who Lori would, in the end, choose.

spaceShe licked her lips, were were suddenly very dry (why did she resort to breathing through her mouth when she was nervous? Annoying habit, that), and swallowed. Woodenly, forcefully, she took a step closer to him, head ducking down so she was staring at their feet. Too hard to say it looking him in the eye. "Uh, it'd do more good than you think," she mumbled, heart pounding and her face heating. She had color back in her face, then; it just happened to all be red. Brilliant. "I, um. I actually realized. Previous... assessments. Of my... preferences, or lack thereof. May have been made too hastily, and without enough, um. Evidence. Or testing. And that, uh..."

spaceShe inhaled deeply, eyes squeezing shut again. Feelings were hard. Facts were easy. She wished that feelings being facts made them easier, but instead it made the facts harder. Rip the bandage off, she chanted. Quick and easy and it hurts for a second but then it's over. "The thing is, Pamisn'tcompletelyoffbaseandIdoactuallylikeyou." Alright, maybe not that quickly. She inhaled again. "I mean, she's batshite insane and nosy and obnoxious but I made her help me lock Gia and Carver in a closet to make them stop being stupid so maybe it's only fair and anyway she's not wrong so how mad can I really be?" Still too fast. Punctuation would be nice. She was fairly certain she hadn't used any. But before she'd been using too much, as well as a good many 'ums' and 'uhs' and other things that were not-saying-thing-that-needed-to-be-said. "I... I was going to tell you. Not that I expect you to reciprocate or anything, but, you know how I am about the honesty thing. I just wanted to do it, you know. When it wasn't a completely overwhelmingly awkward ordeal in front of... of those two." Her nose wrinkled; she didn't have anything against Pam and Aster (this present situation notwithstanding), but they were still very... them, and whatever they were, it wasn't something she'd wanted watching her under a microscope while she admitted to her very good friend that she wished they were more than very good friends. She still couldn't look at him. "Um, so. Sorry. About all this." She wasn't really sure if it was technically her fault at all, other than the crush-having and the apparently-stringing-boys-along part, but she'd done neither of those things on purpose. Though, if you accidentally did a bad thing, it being an accident didn't negate it being bad, she supposed.


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xxxxxx вυяи є ν є я у т н ι и g уσυ ℓ σ ν є, тнєи вυяи тнє α ѕ н є ѕ
xxxxxxxxx ιи тнє є и ∂ єνєяутнιиg ¢ σ ℓ ℓ ι ∂ є ѕ
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ι'м α уσυиg ℓ σ ν є я ' ѕ я α g є xxxxxx
gσииα иєє∂ α ѕ ρ α я к тσ ι g и ι т є xxx

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spaceLori wasn't entirely sure what she'd been expecting, but for Zeph to admit to liking her as well was definitely not it. An awkward chuckle and a polite rejection, perhaps. Accepting her apology and saying 'but I hope we can still be friends.' Certainly not for him to confess to having feelings in return. She looked up at him, blinking in the face of this new development, and if she hadn't already been blushing, she would have started then. She found she couldn't quite speak on his actual admission, brain still processing it. So, instead, she licked her lips, and it was her to give the awkward chuckle. "To be fair, I think that's exactly the sort of rumor your sister would like to hear about herself," she pointed out, tone hopeful, willing him to think it was amusing somehow. She wasn't trying to imply anything unkind about Lynn, not by any means (and it was certainly Lynn he was referring to), but you had to admit that the girl liked attention, regardless of the source or sort.

spaceThe idea that Pam and Aster were, even at this moment, making up all manner of stories as to what could be occurring in the courtyard, made her bristle. Why was everyone sticking their nose in her business, anyway? More specifically, why was it those two? Tristan and Gia were her best friends, she didn't see them making arses of themselves to make her uncomfortable until she blurted out some awkward confession. And that was exactly the sort of thing Gia would enjoy doing! And she even had cause to feel it justified, what with the whole Carver thing and all! Then again, it was far more likely that the reason the Italian wasn't making a nuisance of herself was because she was plotting her much more cunning revenge scheme. Still, though. Even with all the prodding, she'd never made Lori angry over the whole thing. Exasperated, perhaps. But never angry!

spaceHer eyes narrowed slightly as Zeph continued on, and she licked her lips again. She knew what she was hearing, but he couldn't possibly mean... "Are you suggesting," she began, tone skeptical, "that we engage in some sort of secret dating-type thing, wherein we hide our relationship from your friends, just to avoid them being smug and taking credit for the relationship's existence?" On the one hand, it went against a lot of Lori's personal values. She didn't like lies, unless they were absolutely necessary. Even lies for the better had negative consequences, and you had to be careful about choosing when it was and was not worth it to tell them. But, on the other hand... the idea of Aster and Pam holding this over them for, oh, probably the rest of forever, was incredibly unappealing. If they held off on admitting to anything having happened for a while, they could at least say that, yes, the encounter had perhaps pushed things along, but it hadn't been the defining moment or anything.

spaceThen she frowned, because she realized she'd been making assumptions again. First regarding Zeph's feelings for her, which she'd assumed there was a distinct lack of, and been quite wrong about (yay?). And now, regarding what he, she, they were going to do now that said feelings were out and known about and obviously mutual. Her stomach squirmed again. "Or, I'm getting ahead of myself," she said dryly, palms pressing against her temples in agitation. "Given that you have said nothing whatsoever about an actual relationship happening, and just because we like each other doesn't automatically mean we're doing anything about it." For all she knew, he'd just meant not letting the two girls know that they'd both admitted to liking each other in the first place. Which she didn't like, because if you liked someone, and they liked you, logic dictated that you probably ought to just be a couple. Or at the very least go on a date or two. Or something. But maybe he had other ideas. She wasn't a mind reader, and obviously, as well as she knew him, it wasn't well enough to know what he was thinking. After all, she never would have believed him capable of coming up with such an idea in the first place. She liked Zeph because of his openness and honesty, so realizing that he was capable of something like that was rather odd. Not that it made her like him less. Actually, she thought it had the opposite effect; if he could think cunningly, come up with lies and deceptions, and still chose to not act on them, all the better. It meant he was still just as clever, and even more good than she'd thought. Her heart did an odd thing in her chest, and she swallowed. Hopefully, she hadn't totally freaked him out by jumping to conclusions. Again.


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xxx α ¢σиѕтєℓℓαтισи σf т є α я ѕ σи уσυя ℓ α ѕ н є ѕ
xxxxxx вυяи є ν є я у т н ι и g уσυ ℓ σ ν є, тнєи вυяи тнє α ѕ н є ѕ
xxxxxxxxx ιи тнє є и ∂ єνєяутнιиg ¢ σ ℓ ℓ ι ∂ є ѕ
xxxxxxxxxxxx му ¢нιℓ∂нσσ∂ ѕ ρ α т вα¢к συт тнє м σ и ѕ т є я тнαт уσυ ѕ є є




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ι נυѕт g σ т т α gєт уσυ σ f f тнє ¢ α g є xxxxxxxxx
ι'м α уσυиg ℓ σ ν є я ' ѕ я α g є xxxxxx
gσииα иєє∂ α ѕ ρ α я к тσ ι g и ι т є xxx

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spaceLori tried to ignore the obnoxious fluttering in her chest and swirling in her stomach when he said she'd interpreted him correctly. He hadn't corrected her and said they weren't going to be dating, which meant they were, right? He seemed more focused on the secret-keeping aspect at first, but quickly came back around to confirm that her reading between the lines hadn't let to a misunderstanding. He seemed so awkward about the whole thing, though, which made her feel bad. Was it dense of her to've not known for certain that's what he'd meant to begin with? This wasn't exactly her forte. She got along well with Gia and Tristan probably specifically because of her lack of grace when it came to interacting with others, so it wasn't a skill she'd had to worry overmuch about. They both thought she was hilarious when she made a blunder, probably because her accidental bluntness didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things when the both of them were doing it on purpose. Gia could hardly fault her for opening her mouth and saying something tactless when she herself purposefully refused to have any at all.

spaceStill, he was asking her to be his girlfriend! Again, there was the fluttering and the swirling, and she willed both to calm down, right now. She wasn't used to this; her emotional detachment wasn't something she did on purpose by any means, so trying to call upon it when it failed was an exercise in futility. She blushed, but managed a shy smile. "I would like that very much," she replied, though the formality of her phrasing made her want to slap herself. She chewed her lip, expression growing thoughtful. "Ah, but, the secret keeping bit, yeah? I... I don't normally like lying if it's not necessary... But, in this case..." She considered. Worth it? It wasn't as though she would really have to try very hard to cover up anyway. She was hardly going to throw herself at Zeph with some overdramatic, hopeless abandon like Pam seemed to do to Aster when they'd started seeing one another. "It's not really... It's not as though it'd be a lie of significant importance. Not that, uh. Us being together isn't... I mean, it is important, but, to me, not the whole bloody school." Her brows furrowed in aggravation. She should've just said 'yes, let's do it' and gone about her business.

space"I just mean, that, it's not going to hurt anyone if they don't... know. For a while." She blushed. "Actually, um. I'm still not... you know, it's not as though I'm very... uh... physically affectionate, in general. So... honestly, without us saying anything, there won't be much, um. Difference. To notice..." Suddenly, a wicked thought occurred, and she smiled faintly. "Actually... It'd be funny to see how long it took anyone to figure it out." She licked her lips again. She was joking! ... Mostly. Okay, not at all, actually it'd probably be hilarious. "If we just... didn't say anything, and continued on as normal... I mean, we do still have NEWTs, and there's no reason we wouldn't already be studying for them, so we'd still have plenty of excuse to spend time together... Not that we need it, since we are friends and all, but with how the rumor mill around here works..." Her expression had turned mischievous. She rarely allowed herself to be... well, a Slytherin. She had a feeling her older brother would find this scheme amusing to no end. And really, it wasn't like she was plotting someone's downfall... She just wanted to keep Aster and Pam from getting to be smug over her and Zeph being together. And if she could make a game out of it, all the better, right? Unless he thought that was taking it too far, in which case... Maybe she should've kept the idea to herself. "Er, I don't know. I just think... they're already all so suspicious, it'd probably be, um. Sort of funny, to see if any of them could actually realize it was happening right in front of their faces." She blushed again. She sounded horrible, right? Ugh. But, keeping the secret had been his idea, he couldn't object to that part. Unless he decided that he very suddenly objected to them being together at all, which would mean that her first relationship had managed to last, oh, approximately one minute. She figured that was just the paranoia talking, though.


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xxxxxx вυяи є ν є я у т н ι и g уσυ ℓ σ ν є, тнєи вυяи тнє α ѕ н є ѕ
xxxxxxxxx ιи тнє є и ∂ єνєяутнιиg ¢ σ ℓ ℓ ι ∂ є ѕ
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[Summer II]

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яєвєкαн ❤ нєαятωσσ∂
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xFeeling: Sad
xLocation: Entrance Courtyard
xWith: No one
xStatus: Single

Beckah was having a hard time with this school; she didn't feel like she fit in with her house and she certainly was having trouble adjusting to the volume of people at the school. She barely ate in the Great Hall, instead opting to sneak in, grab some food and eat in a hallway. Classes were difficult and she was having trouble focusing in them. All in all, she was hating it here. The only thing that was comforting to her was being outside. There were many trees and plants that she could talk to. The girl was currently standing in the entrance courtyard and staring off into the trees, debating how long she could survive in the wilderness. It was currently frozen out there, so she figured she probably wouldn't last long. With a sigh, the girl watched her breath crystalize in the winter air.

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Diamond Wales

 

[Summer II]

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xFeeling: Sad
xLocation: Entrance Courtyard
xWith: Roo
xStatus: Single

Beckah was so intensely focused on the Forbidden Forest in the distance that she barely heard Roo until he was upon her. She turned her head when he spoke to her and flashed him a small smile. She liked Roo. He was nice to her and he understood her, or at least, she thought he did. The girl looked back out at the forest and huffed a small sigh, watching her breath curl up in a small crystalized puff. "I like the outside. The cold doesn't bother me." She looked back at Roo, then out to the forest. "The trees talk to me. Not all of them. But some do." The girl's lip twitched a little and she blinked away a tear. "I miss the way the sequoia trees used to sing to me." Glancing back at Roo, she forced a smile, hoping he didn't see that she was sad.

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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

❀ ℛ𝓪𝓿𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀 ❀ ℱ𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝒆𝓪𝓻 ❀ ℛ𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓻𝓿𝒆 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝒆𝓻 ❀

Lena was wandering around the courtyard, admiring the freshly fallen snow. She'd even finished making her scarf and had enough leftover yarn for handwarmers and even a flower brooch! She exhaled, watching her breath curl toward the sky. It really was a lovely day. For once, she was glad she didn't have classes or practice, as it was too nice to be cooped up inside, yet too cold to be zipping through the sky at high speed. A shiver ran down her spine just thinking about trying to fly in this chill. She adjusted her glasses, trying to keep the cold from fogging up the lenses. Ah, the bane of bad vision.

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Red Hot Missy

Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅ's ᴀ-ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ɪs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ
Mɪsᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs sɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ʜɪᴅᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀʀᴇ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʟᴅ
Dᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ʜᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʟᴏsᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ. Tᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ
Bᴇ ᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇ's sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ
𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝒆, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝒇𝓵𝔂, 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝒆 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓼𝓴𝔂

 

[Winsome Fey]

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

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Where am I? Entrance Courtyard
Who am I with? Lena
What am I doing? Snowball fight!
What am I thinking? Heh, she'll never get me.
What am I wearing? First Year Uniform
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Tyler was having fun being outside and enjoying the crisp weather. After all, he was pretty sure that his aunt and uncle were currently enjoying the winter weather as well, so he didn't see why he shouldn't enjoy it too. However, he was also kind of bored and he wasn't hanging around anyone, so he looked around to see if he could spot someone. Noticing Lena, he grinned and started gathering up snow. Forming a ball, he chucked it at the unsuspecting girl with a grin and a call of, "Hey Lena, catch!"


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OOC:


And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

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