★✩ECHO ANGHARAD WELLBELOVEseventh year || Slytherin || halfblood
Daily Dragon managing editor || Quidditch seeker || Order of the Stick lancer
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”Milan.” Echo hissed, pressing fury into her voice. She would stand by her brother in anything, no questions asked, but conversely she had hoped he would take her cue of calming the ******** down and talking this over. But it was like he was leveling an ultimatum at her chest.
She got between them and, thankfully, Syd backed up.
“I’m with him because he was there for me when no one else was.” Echo replied, her voice deceptively cool. Within her head though, a dozen thoughts clamored over each other in a rising roar:
Better? Better?! Everyone else was busy embroiled in their own struggles. The world isn’t fair and no one gets what they deserve. Deserve? No one cares about that. Syd was there. Everyone else was–
Everyone else? Was there a follow-up investigation where we dusted the room for peanut residue? Have I missed a definitive report from Madam Kavanaugh pinpointing one person? Or is ‘everyone else’ simply repeating the only rumored theory their feeble brains can latch onto? Either someone is deliberately hiding that they poisoned you, in which case of course they would exploit your poor relationship, or everyone is grasping at straws, repeating the loudest and most dramatic story possible? Drama! Lights! We know that’s what sells and didn't we deliberately make a point not to print that kind of journalism? Why are we engaging with this in our lives? Don’t we have enough drama? Why am I thinking of journalism at a time like this?
And you! Syd can you for one second acknowledge it might have been an accident and you might have been involved? Repeating the denial without looking for other clues didn’t help. Go visit the guy and make a show of allegiance. Let him dress you nicer. Get along! It’s been over a year, why are you still fighting? He’s my brother. I thought I made this clear to you. I asked the two of you one. Simple task. Work out your differences. For my sake. Ignore each other if you must, but ******** deal with it–
She wasn’t sure when hooking up for art, drugs, and sex had turned into the assumption they were dating or with each other in any sense, but it was a misconception Echo had long since not cared to correct. She didn’t hate being with Syd. He could put more effort into how he dressed and conducted himself, but given that she preferred their interactions without clothes anyways, it was something she was happy to put out of mind. She couldn't honestly say she was excited about being his paramour– she preferred kissing him to talking to him, yet over the winter break she had found herself daydreaming about that kiss with Daphne while staring at Taylor’s photoshoot more than she ever daydreamed of Syd. That was probably bad. Maybe it was stress. What did she expect out of their relationship in the future? Meeting up once or twice a month on Hogsmeade weekends for mind-blowing sex? Actually doesn’t sound that bad but knowing him he’d want to hold hands and go on dates and write letters or some tiresome s**t. And just on Hogsmeade weekends? And how was she supposed to introduce him to Momma? Was this what Milan was getting at?
Echo let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. ”Now can we work things out?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Echo.”
The tide of emotion froze suddenly, like all the water in the world was balanced on a string. What…did Syd mean? He couldn’t do this conversation? He couldn’t deal with Milan? He couldn’t deal with her? Was he mad or overwhelmed–this wasn’t an emotional outburst. He wasn’t reacting. He wasn’t looking at MIlan. He was looking at her.
”Wait!” Echo cried out before her thoughts could fully process the situation. Nothing was going to get worked out. Milan and Syd were just going to hate each other. Nothing was going to…Was Syd making her choose?
Silly, pathetic Syd, who had groveled for winning a match? Making her choose?
Syd knew she’d never choose him over her quadruplets…right? Was this his play? Maybe this is for the better. We were headed for a breakup anyways. Maybe this, now–
”Syd, wait! You can’t. You– You have to do this.” Echo couldn’t just let him go like that. Her eyes flickered away from Syd– to Milan, back to Syd, but her eyes were glazed over, blurring as she panicked. She could feel rather than see that the figures in the tapestries surrounding them were staring at the three of them now. And in her mind’s eyes remembered the image of a large lady with one hand on her stomach and the other perpetually in the hand of her lover. She blinked her vision back into focus and she blurted the first thing that came to mind–I’m pregnant.”
What the ******** was she saying? Was that supposed to solve anything? But the words had come out of her mouth. ********. All there was to do was double down. Make the lie a truth. ”I mean–I thought– because I threw up this morning.” Kinda. She’d spilled coffee over herself.
”I missed my last period.” Truth. Probably due to stress, but it was still a truth.
”I’ve gained weight.” Truth. Again probably due to stress and a few too many chocolate shakes at dinner, but truth.
”And I haven’t been with any other guys, so it has to be yours.” Technically true. She’d kissed Daphne and daydreamed of Taylor, and while that had gotten hot, it wasn’t like Daphne or daydreams of Taylor could get her pregnant.
”I-I meant to tell you both another time. But you have to get along because….” Echo touched the belly of her skirt as convincingly as she could as she trailed off.
What the ******** was she doing??
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setting Tapestry Corridor, January 2060, soon after returning from Winter Break || with Milan and Syd
appearance 5'9”, slim || wearing Sunshine and Navy
status What the actual ******** am I doing?
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//OOC:
appearance 5'9”, slim || wearing Sunshine and Navy
status What the actual ******** am I doing?
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//OOC:
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Cinnabun Gryffie
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And I-I-I can't stop
No, I-I-I can't stop
So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
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~"Closer" by the Chainsmokers. Cover by Jonathan Young ft Travis Carte
No, I-I-I can't stop
So, baby, pull me closer
In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
✩★
~"Closer" by the Chainsmokers. Cover by Jonathan Young ft Travis Carte
