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❝ One more bloody year... ❞
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spaceGypsy watched her brother's escape with playful eyes, fighting to keep them pink and blue. To her surprise, she didn't have to work nearly as hard as she normally did, which was a plus. She almost had it so that she didn't spontaneously change colors anymore. Pretty much the only exception was... well, Jer. He still managed to turn at least one eye and her bangs purple without her being able to stop if he did anything even remotely amusing. And she couldn't figure out how to keep from going full-on burgundy when they were in the middle of a particularly good snog session. Though, she supposed she should just give up on that one; staying pink in that case required control, which required focus, and she'd much rather focus on the snogging, after all.

spaceHmph, maybe she should think about something else, she mused, noting a chunk of hair in her peripheral go darker. Apparently thinking about kissing him did it, too. Not as bad, since the blue stayed blue, but the pink hue was definitely not as bright as her usual. Before she could try and fix it, though, his arms were around her. Given the track her mind had been on, she figured the best thing to do was just kiss him now and get it out of the way. Or, rather, kiss him now and then find a carriage, where she would kiss him more. That in mind, she pressed her lips to his, pulling way before anything got too interesting, and shrugged at his question. "I dunno, I doubt if anyone wants to ride with us, anyway," she said, eyes brightening in amusement. It was true; for all the time Ronna and Toby spent liplocked themselves, they never seemed to fail to complain about Gypsy and Jer. Jess, she figured, would want to ride with Dorian, and Gypsy was all for that, because seriously, the more time they spent together, the higher the chance one of them would finally make a freaking move. "Hm... let's get a carriage, and maybe we'll get lucky and our reputation will speak for itself; we might get to ride to the school alone," she told him with a wink, pressing another kiss to his cheek. She didn't have to explain to him the benefits of having a carriage to themselves, obviously. And, anyway, she didn't really care who, if anyone, ended up sharing with them, as long as it wasn't David. So, no sense waiting around. That in mind, she slid from his arms, taking hold of his hand and heading towards the carriages.


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"Having fun,"

I hear singing, I hear singing-
Singing to me, the damned girl!
And to the waxing moon...
I hear the birds singing;
To my beauty, my beauty...
And to the growing night.

The dearly beloved daughter,
Is now a dead and buried girl!
Tell me my girl, who has damned you?
Over there on the moor and in the corn...
Take my body, my rings, and my dress-
Under the moon they have burned with me.

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"Having fun,"

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XXXXXⒽⓐⓛⓕⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓXXXXXＰｒｅ ｆｅｃｔXXXXX⒟⒜⒯⒤⒩⒢ Echo Lovette

❁ ❀ ✿Tanya just stuck her tongue out at Echo in reprimand to him not even attempting to laugh at her joke. Say what you will she was funny! "Thanks, I think I am." she chirped to his obvious sarcasm. She tried, and failed, not to snicker as he bemoaned his family and how they kept him and Gypsy back to have a family breakfast imagining Piper practically throwing her children into their seats and placing dish after dish in front of them while dramatically fawning over how grown they are. She could imagine it because that was how her own mother had basically been acting this past summer going on and on about how she'll soon be an adult, leaving the nest, blahblahblah. She could sort of understand seeing as she'd be seventeen by next spring but seriously, that was so far away it was barely a blip on her radar! Sure she'd love to be able to legally use magic whenever she wanted at that exact moment but until that day came she wasn't really going to think about it much. When Dave joined their small group she grinned and gave him a wave while inwardly smirking and rubbing her hands together as she contemplated the ways to throw him and Elsie together. It had been discouraging, to say the least, to hear about how well their summer together had gone without any mention of actually taking their relationship to the next level. But this is where she came in! She may not have the perfect track record of love but she's one to zero on hooking people up so she thinks that counts for something. When the two made their joke about killing someone and hoping it was League Tanya burst out into laughter alongside Echo while only partially hoping that the Ravenclaw hadn't heard them. It was bad enough she was still more than likely sharing classes with the arse, she didn't need him knowing there were death jokes about him. Although she was sure there are plenty of things he'd consider worse than that. The way the two interacted with each other furthered her point that they were actually perfect for each other but just being stubborn to torment her. She was going to get them together so help her Chuck! At Echo's request that they find a carriage before his sister found them again she snickered at him mainly because she was sure had Xavier not been staring down at them like Smaug that they would've tried to sneak out early for some private time. That and it looked like they weren't thinking of anyone but themselves at the moment. "From the look of things, I don't think Gypsy would be all that keen on someone joining them when they could have a carriage all to themselves." Tanya replied with a sly grin and chuckle. On her way to there she spotted Timothy with his usual annoying friend and with Mira, whom she knocked down from quiet dislike to neutral optimism. She saw the way both teens looked at each other and had thought the pair of them at the Yule Ball last year adorable (in between her still wanting to step on her face for hurting her little Cookie but whatever she was over it, slightly) and wondered if she would have to be the one to give The Talk to her brother while they were at school. She sincerely hoped that he was smart enough to have either looked it up on his own or had the common sense to know that babies didn't come from storks. Still, she would keep an eye out for that development, even if it meant having to deal with that little pimple Benjamin.

Wendy raised a brow when Vander nodded and asked flatly what house David's girlfriend is in. She knew very well he'd just laugh if she just said Gryffindor-actually Wendy still laughed about that to some degree but it wasn't horrid if the option was to have a more public relations friendly image of the Avery Clan. "Well," Wendy said, "Let's just say she's pretty and fairly agreeable and I doubt awkward rumors about the new generation of the Averys will persist if David has his way and marries her. The comity of course is still out on whether they approve of her, but there are far, far, far worse options in her own house and no doubt more respectable houses such as our own. Leonette Mitchell: she's a Gryffindor." Wendy ended, finally. She waited for Evander's amusement at the thought of a Gryffindor possibly ending up in the Avery family tree-especially with the heir of the family. She knew it was a bit embarrassing herself, it was why she didn't flat out say the house. Besides, there was the things she had explained that did favor Leonette despite her house.

However, when Evander asked about her frankness, she turned bright red realizing how much she had said and she probably shouldn't have. Pureblood, respectable girls were supposed to be quiet, seen not heard, support others perhaps but nothing more than that. They definitely shouldn't have their own opinion or voice it. She glanced away still bright red in embarrassment and realized David League-sorry, David Sinclair Avery- actually would listen to her opinion occasionally, but he wasn't exactly a typical and far from a generally appropriate pureblood. And she was well aware that it was more of a tolerance that she and her cousin had come to.

Flicking her eyes to Evander, she then looked down at her hands in her lap which clinched tighter wondering for a moment to say and began, "I..." She glanced up and narrowed her eyes and said sharply, "Don't ask my opinion on matters. I mean... what I think, it should be only as the family agrees. That's... that is my opinion on anything. My opinion doesn't exist." She ended, head up, though her hands were clenched tightly in her lap and she knew very well her frankness and words betrayed the fact she actually had her own opinions that were a separate entity of others. Fixing her blue eyes on Evander's pale ones she sat perfectly still and straight-a bit like the porcelain dolls Evander had compared her to before-the difference was Wendy was still fighting with a distinct pink tint of her blush on her face-which she hoped Evander didn't notice or her being as flustered as she was. It was weakness. And, it was something she shouldn't be-ever. And it was her own fault, she let herself voice her opinion without thinking. She managed to keep her features blank and not bite her lip like she wanted to, though. It was her tightly clenched hands she focused on more so as she held her gaze on Evander.

She huffed, brows knitted into ugly wrinkles and her nose scrunched up on her face as if a nasty smell had struck her senses. A violent hand tug and twisted at the ends of her hair just to keep her attention fixated on anything but her horrible beast of a step-brother, who hadn't even stepped off the train yet, but was instead fuming inside the empty compartment they shared. The curl of a snarl sat indignantly on her face, despite her best intention to embark on the platform with her head held high and a smile on her face—it was more of a glower and hunchback, to be frank. She shuffled through the platform, dodged the few students to reach Hogsmeade, and caught a fleeting glimpse of Morven's ginger hair disappear inside a carriage.

She only hoped Morven was having a better day than she was. ”Hey Morv—“ she paused briskly, dark eyes glimmering on Gunilda, ”—en.” Her fingers caught a knot in her hair, and she plastered on the most pathetic smile imaginable. ”Heeeey,” she mumbled to the raven haired girl lightly, greeting her for a split second before shooting Morven a look that screamed “what the hell is she doing here?”

Camila remembered their first year as if it were yesterday, and while some details were distorted, her emotions hadn't. It was forever ago though; three years is a long time , especially when schooling only lasted seven. Right now, her annoyance was more fixated on her brother than something Gunilda had said all those years ago. And Camila had to hand it to her, at least she spoke up for defense, everyone else just sat back in horror and watched. Maybe it wasn't all that bad, or maybe it was just her memory playing tricks on her, either way, it didn't matter any more. It was water under the bridge, so to speak, now it was just a matter of time until that bridge got burned. ”So, I had a horrible train ride up here, I hope you two fared better.” She wanted to kick herself. The last thing she really wanted to do was bring up what happened with her and Axel, but it was like word vomit she couldn't stop spewing. ”Anyway, please tell me you mates did something interesting during the summer; all I did was sit and flip through the telly.”






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