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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 7:29 pm
 ░▒▓█►─═ Chadwick Archer ═─◄█▓▒░
Owner of Magic Clips Hair Salon
Chad had been keeping ear on the situation while working on the regular a sweet lady who seemed to loke how he did her hair over styling at home. He didnt want to step in unless he was needed. His boy was 13 and he wanted to let him have some independence. He could hardly tell the two twins apart, one seemed bored and idling like he wanted to be anywhere else the other however had a more aggressive posture and was the one being less than kind. See he was against fighting as no one truly won. But he couldnt hardly blame Finley's reaction. "One moment" he said to the lady who nodded understandingly. He walked casually to the boys still holding a pair of clippers and stood almost but not behind the problem twin. "Well Finley I think a nice down the middle would look good on our guest here. Start the clown trend again? he said with just as much sass in his voice as was in his stance. He made a few snip sounds with the snipper for added effect. "We might even have some hot pink dye left over" he want planing to actully do ot to the kid but he just wanted the jerk kid rethink his plans.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 7:56 pm
  ۞ Cenek ۞ Knapp ۞ & ✌ Chadwick ✌ Knapp ✌ Cenek whispered to himself as Finley got in Chadwick’s face, Come on Finley. Teach him a lesson. Punch him. Fight.” however, just as Finley was about to punch him, the other guy that had been working came over, probably Finley’s dad. Well, they were going to get kicked out of the shop now. Chadwick glared at Finley, trying to not show he was afraid of bein bounced, Sparrow would worry if he had a beat up face! Not to mention, everyone would know who was who. Just as Finley was about to punch Chadwick, the other guy stepped in. Except, he didn’t really tell Finley to stop, instead was trying to be funny? AND HE WAS THREATENING TO CUT HIS HAIR. Chadwick turned his head to the guy and glared, ”That’s no way to talk to a child. If you treat children by threatening them, maybe you shouldn’t have this establishment. Both you and your son here are trying to hurt me...” he trailed off, wanting to put a ‘I’ll tell my father about this.’ At the end, but alas, his dad wouldn’t be home for weeks. Best case scenario, at least this would get Cenek in trouble again. ”Cenek, let’s go before they don’t let us leave alive.” He pulled away from Finley, sticking his toungue out at thr older boy. Cenek frowned, and held up a finger to his brother, and said to Finley’s dad, “You mentioned hot pink in the brothers hair. Can I have it? How much would that cost?” He wouldn’t be able to get it today probably, Not with the bit of pocket change he had on him just to buy a snack, but maybe later in the summer he could come back. Sparrow would love if Cenek had pink in his hair, it would cheer the girl up, after his brother inevitably broke her heart again. ╔══════════════╗ Where: Magic Clip Hair Salon
With Whom: Finley ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 11:27 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Horror Twins
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Murderous Intent?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? How dare he say that?!
Finley clenched his teeth as he stared into Chadwick's blue eyes, the older swearing he could hear his conscious (or perhaps Cenek) telling him to follow through on instinct. As soon as he noticed his dad, Fin released his grip, stepping backward a bit. He was going to get in so much trouble for this! Since he was worried, he almost missed his dad's words, but felt a tremendous weight lift off his shoulders when he realized dad had his back. Chadwick, of course, got angry at the apparent threat. "I wasn't going to hurt you. I was going to destroy you. There's a huge difference."
Chadwick tried to get Cenek to leave, but Cenek stopped him, asking about color. Fin furrowed his eyebrows at the remark, wondering why he'd care. Maybe he was hoping to set himself apart from his idiot twin? It would work... for most people. "He can do just about any color. And he's really good with style ideas." The older boy slumped a bit, nervously running a hand through his hair. He wouldn't feel comfortable until Chadwick was gone, but for Cenek... he'd try. Glancing up at his dad, Finley sighed a bit, looking resigned to his fate. "Chadwick. I'm sorry I almost hit you. But I will bear warning: if you ever insult my dad again, I'll make sure and actually hit you." There. That was an apology.... kinda.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2020 4:06 pm
۞ Cenek ۞ Knapp ۞ & ✌ Chadwick ✌ Knapp ✌ Chadwick glared at Finley, and took a step towards him, "Just wait until we're back at Hogwarts and you don't have daddy to protect you anymore. Then, you'll be really sorry for trying to hit me. Better watch your back little fish." Chadwick walked to the door and glared at Cenek, "You are not getting that ridiculous color in your hair Cenek. Come on let's go." With that Chadwick walked out the door, and stood in the street glaring in through the window at the three guys gathered inside (but then stopped and smiled sweetly at the lady who had been getting her hair done). Cenek sighed and just took one of Finley's Dad's business cards, "Maybe I'll consider the pink another day when he isn't in such a mood. Thank you Mr. Archer for well... not throwing us out immediately?" He smiled at Finley, "I'd say I hope to see you soon, but I rather would like to not see you again until Hogwarts, less confrontation that way. I..well don't stop playing the trumpet it sounds pretty good." Cenek didn't want to leave, but the twins had come together, they needed to leave together, if they didn't then their grandparents would worry. Cenek glanced at Chadwick, who kept switching between glaring and looking innocent, really he just looked like an idiot, and sighed. Guess it was time to go. ╔══════════════╗ Where: Magic Clip Hair Salon
With Whom: Finley ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2020 4:40 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Horror Twins
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Settled Depression
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I hate them both!
Finley listened as Chadwick all but threatened him. The older boy simply lifted an eyebrow, frown firmly in place. After he finished insulting Fin, Chad barked orders at Cenek, and the older Ravenclaw wanted nothing more than to punch the idiot Slytherin in the throat. Someone needed to teach that little worm a lesson. Finley glanced over at his dad, hoping the older man would notice his frustration. He released a pent breath when Chadwick left the shop.
Cenek took a business card, mentioning coming back later for a hair change. Fin nodded awkwardly, sighing softly. He said he wanted to see Fin no sooner than the start of school, which proved to Finley that their relationship was nothing more than study companions. It hurt a bit because the older boy considered Cenek a friend. The dark haired boy nodded once, settling back into a frown. Cenek told him to keep playing the trumpet, but if he was as bad as Chadwick said... maybe he'd put it down for a while. "Yea. Well... see ya. Hope your summer's not miserable." And just like that, it was over for now.
Once both boys were gone, Finley let out a prolonged sigh, shaking his head sadly. He pushed away, walking to the window to make sure they weren't just spying so they could be miserable again. Once he was sure the way was clear, the brunette sat back in the window seat. Stupid twins! And now he couldn't keep up his facade of liking school and having friends because his dad had very clearly seen how that went. He had to keep it together for now, not wanting to drive away business at all. Of course, the older lady that was here was a regular, and a sweet one at that. Most likely she'd not mind a bit, especially since she'd cornered Fin to talk about her grandkids more than once. Either way, Fin would wait for Chad to be free, inevitably to get scolded or grounded or whatever parents did when their kids got in a row. Pulling his knees to his chest, the brunette rested his cheek down, looking out the window at the again quiet street.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2020 10:39 pm
 ✦✧WREN ADRIEL WINCHESTERfourth year || Slytherin || pureblood
Quidditch reserve || Cooking club critic || Herbology club lollygager
_______________Wren thought that being overseas for a funeral for the first half of summer would have at least cut down the number of breakups Sparrow could go through in a summer. He was wrong. He thought that having yet another brand new baby to fuss over would cheer Sparrow up enough to keep her from singing "On My Own" so much that Wren wished he had stayed in Taiwan with August. He was wrong. It was enough. He picked out the most obnoxious piece of black clothing in Sparrow's wardrobe, told his parents they were going to Hogsmeade to meet an acquaintance, and dragged her out of the house. "Where are we going?" Sparrow followed lifelessly behind him that afternoon. Wren didn't answer, and continued, slightly faster than his usual skulking pace. Finally, he checked the door and ushered his sister inside. It seemed the proprietor himself was busy with another client, so Wren turned to the brunette curled up on the window seat. "Archer," Wren greeted curtly. Archer, Finley. Third year Ravenclaw. Not bad looking. Didn't seem to have too many friends though. Played the trumpet or something. Chadwick Knapp had opinions on him, which made it even stranger that Sparrow didn't. Wren didn't know much else on the boy, but he trusted Archer and Archer Sr. over where were safe and skilled enough for today's purposes. "She'd like her hair cut and colored," Wren pushed Sparrow forward gently. Sure he thought lively and dramatic Sparrow as obnoxious, but miserable and dramatic Sparrow was even worse. He was not acting, singing or dancing. So, coloring her hair was the next best thing. This was the kind of thing Yukon would do if his siblings were unreasonably miserable, right? And they'd appreciate it? _______________ setting Magic Clips Hair Salon || with Sparrow Le Miserable
wearing black || status 3 month mourning traditions will have to wait. _______________//OOC: ---- _______________    I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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~"A Poison Tree" by William Blake
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2020 7:56 am
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Wren, and Sparrow
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Consultation?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I've got to stop telling people where I live
Finley had sat in the window for a while, only leaving once to get a pb&j from upstairs. Once safely nestled back in the window seat, he ate his prize solemnly, keeping a watch in case the Horror Twins decided he needed to see more of them. After about an hour, the teen let his guard sink back down, grabbing his trumpet and playing a slow jazz number. He reclined back against the sun-warmed windows, letting his attention drift away like the notes of his song. After a few minutes he stopped suddenly, hearing the door chime open. Looking over nervously, he spotted Wren Winchester and his normally hyper sister... cousin... relative person. But more importantly, she was the girl pining after awful Chadwick. Of course they were here!
"Wren, Sparrow." He greeted them, vaguely mimicking the tone Wren had used. The one good thing about him is that it didn't matter if they spoke little, both were the same way. Either way, the dark haired Slytherin seemed to have a purpose (and hopefully it wasn't just to annoy him). Sure enough, Wren mentioned Sparrow wanting her hair cut and colored, prompting Fin to look over at his dad. Oh boy. This was going to be interesting. "Um... sure. Any ideas for style?" He pushed himself to his feet and set his trumpet carefully in its case before walking over. He grabbed a book on hair styles and another of color options, offering both to the girl. Luckily, he'd be able to deflect any questions about color over to his dad so his weird quirk wouldn't be noticed... Probably.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2020 1:45 am
 ♥♡ SPARROW KIYA WINCHESTERsecond year || Gryffindor || pureblood
Drama club || Music club || Quidditch reserve
Daily Dragon (fall year 1) || Art (spring year 1)
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Sparrow stopped her regularly programmed doom and gloom in sheer surprise when Wren nudged her into...a hair salon? She knew vaguely that they had come to Hogsmeade, and she remembered being here once in a dream a lifetime ago when she got her hair done the first time. Never in a thousand years would she have imagined her older brother escorting her to this place though! It was a plot twist! She hadn’t known Finley worked here! He was Cenek’s friend from Ravenclaw, and she saw him in the Music club, but Chadwick had told her to stay away so she really hadn’t ever said more than her usual spirited “hello”s and “How are you”s to the boy. Well, here was an opportunity to get to know and befriend the elusive Finley! From these tragic times, Sparrow would discover a secret of friendship, and end the conflict between her beloved and his rival!
”Greetings to you, Finley,” she spoke up, forcing a brief smile to her face as she accepted the books. ”How has this most dismal and gray of days been for you?”
Sparrow made a curious glance back towards her brother. Wren had seemingly ignored them, picking a seat. He crossed his legs and pulled out a puzzle with a bored look, but he soon seemed to be watching Chadwick Archer work instead of focusing on the puzzle.
Sparrow turned back to Finley, encouraged. She opened the book only to glance up and spot Finley’s instrument.”That’s a trumpet! What were you playing when we interrupted?”
_______________ setting Magic Clips Hair Salon || with Finley and Wren
hair color spelled black and thrown into a ponytail || wearing The most obnoxious article of black clothing Wren could find
status Anticipating colors and friendship _______________//OOC: ---- _______________    Baby, I'm sorry
I'm not exactly what you had in mind
But please don't leave
If you stay I promise I will change your mind
And is it too much to ask to just be wanted
To feel the love I feel for you return
♡♥~"I'm not her" by Julia Brennan. Nightcore Cover.
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2020 11:46 am
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Wren, and Sparrow
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Consultation?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I've got to stop telling people where I live
Finley blinked in confusion when Sparrow asked about his apparently grey and dismal day. He glanced out the window, looking at the bright summer sun. Of course, every day was grey for him, but hey. "Honestly, I'd be better if your idiot boyfriend, sorry, ex, hadn't ruined it." He sighed softly, knowing that Sparrow was always a really sweet person. "Sorry, that was rude of me. But you deserve better than him."
When Sparrow looked over at Wren, Fin subtly did the same, wondering why the older boy was just... sitting and watching Chad. Maybe he was secretly interested? Either way, his thoughts were twirled around by Sparrow commenting on his trumpet. "That is a trumpet. I was playing Stella by Starlight, which was originally Miles Davis' song." He shuffled nervously, wondering when the shoe was inevitably going to drop. There was no way he'd get visited (or, pestered, whichever) by the Horror Twins AND Chadwick's girlfriend show up in the same day. None of these people even lived in Hogsmeade!
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 3:19 am
♥♡ SPARROW KIYA WINCHESTERsecond year || Gryffindor || pureblood
Drama club || Music club || Quidditch reserve
Daily Dragon (fall year 1) || Art (spring year 1)
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Sparrow’s expression fell tragically when Finley called Chadwick an idiot, brows pulling together and smile pulling upside down. ”Chadwick was here then? He hadn't even....” she lamented. She held the moment, following Finley’s gaze out the window and stared at though the sunny streets were stormy. Then suddenly she gasped guiltily. ”But shall I speak ill of him that is my soulmate?
Oh, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours love, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou offend my friend?”
Sparrow delivered the last line towards the window, as vehemently as she might if Chadwick has been standing just beyond. Another moment. And then she was back to earth, flipping through the hair books. Maybe she could get multiple colors. Shakes of pink and red? This hot pink was really nice. OH, but she hadn’t tried green before!
Finley revealed the song he’d been playing and Sparrow lit up with recognition. Yes, that sounded familiar! It took her a moment to remember, but she swayed a few steps, balancing both books in one arm and hummed a bit. ”Have you seen Stella by starlight,
With moon in her hair?”
She spun around a little, humming as she tried to remember the lyrics and waving encouragingly for Finley to play. ”That great symphonic theme,
That's Stella by starlight, and not a dreaaaam.
That's Stella, by starlight,"
_______________ setting Magic Clips Hair Salon || with Finley and Wren
hair color spelled black and thrown into a ponytail || wearing The most obnoxious article of black clothing Wren could find
status Anticipating colors and friendship _______________//OOC:
That first is adapted from Juliet's monologue in Act 3, Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet.
And then of course misordered lyrics from Stella by Starlight. _______________ Baby, I'm sorry
I'm not exactly what you had in mind
But please don't leave
If you stay I promise I will change your mind
And is it too much to ask to just be wanted
To feel the love I feel for you return
♡♥~"I'm not her" by Julia Brennan. Nightcore Cover.
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 12:19 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Wren, and Sparrow
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Consultation?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This kid is clearly insane
Finley nodded awkwardly when Sparrow asked to confirm Chadwick's having been there. A few seconds later, she started reciting some weird poetry thing, prompting the Ravenclaw to lift an eyebrow in confusion. She was clearly having a moment. Maybe this was why he hesitated in seeking any sort of relationship beyond simply being friends. Hell, even then he only had one person he'd call a friend... apparently.
After mentioning the song played, Sparrow decided to sing it. Great. Why was he stuck in conversation? He glanced at Wren, hoping for a way out. At that, Sparrow was gesturing to his trumpet, so he sighed softly, grabbing his trumpet. He played along with the girl, matching her pace. After the song concluded, he set his trumpet back down, a slight heat in his cheeks. Hopefully she wouldn't comment, since he'd recently discovered the heat brought about a color as well. Stupid humans. "Um... yea. Did you figure out how you want your hair? Dad's almost done there, so... um..."
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 2:38 pm
♥♡ SPARROW KIYA WINCHESTERsecond year || Gryffindor || pureblood
Drama club || Music club || Quidditch reserve
Daily Dragon (fall year 1) || Art (spring year 1)
_______________Wren had been studying Chadwick Archer’s technique--seeing if he might pick up something interesting from watching a professional craftsman. That is, until he was rudely interrupted by Sparrow bursting into song and dance which...well it wasn’t “On My Own,” so that was improvement. He glared at the little impromptu trumpet-voice duet and interjected as soon as Sparrow started clapping. ”So a music club as well as a salon.” "Yayy! That was great, Finley! You should play in Music club! We could get Rebliviakley’s bagpipes and a trumpet and do a whole--” ”Sparrow, let the poor boy do his job already, I’ve other things to do today.” Archer Jr’s expression and nervous question brought a smirk to his mouth, but Wren give his sister a look before returning to scrutinizing Archer Sr. Sparrow stuck her tongue at her brother’s unappreciative remark, but returned her attention to the books. There would be time to duet again when her hair was coloring! ” This! ” she said, turning the page around and pointing at the brown-haired model with a cute updo. ”Can we do...this pink? This pink? No this--” she stopped talking for a moment and flipped through the colors again. ”Pink. Blue, green. And then purple goes well with that I think,” she said, pointing out the colors as she went. ”But like...strands of it? So it mixes and weaves together. What's the proper line for this?”Concluding, Sparrow beamed at Finley with hopeful sparkles in her eyes. _______________ setting Magic Clips Hair Salon || with Finley and Wren
hair color spelled black and thrown into a ponytail || wearing The most obnoxious article of black clothing Wren could find
status Anticipating colors and friendship _______________//OOC:
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_______________ Baby, I'm sorry
I'm not exactly what you had in mind
But please don't leave
If you stay I promise I will change your mind
And is it too much to ask to just be wanted
To feel the love I feel for you return
♡♥~"I'm not her" by Julia Brennan. Nightcore Cover.
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 8:31 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Wren, and Sparrow
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Consultation?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? They're all the same color... probably.
Finley felt his cheeks heat up so much further when Wren commented on the music. He never played in front of people he knew if possible, except Zoe and some random shop people. Usually the little old ladies gave him tips or weird head pats, but usually he waited to judge them before daring to play. He'd gotten scolded for making a racket too many times not to worry. Sparrow told him to play in music club, then mentioned... someone. The only one he knew that played the screech-pipes was Brook, so that was probably who she'd mentioned.
Luckily, Wren was able to push the conversation back to the matter at hand. Fin nodded a brief nod of thanks over toward the older boy, then he was handed the hair-do book first. "Okay, I can do something like that. It may not be quite as flawless, but dad can help if it turns out too hard." He chuckled nervously, shuffling his feet a bit. After a second, she asked about a pink, but before he was able to even begin thinking of a nonchalant reply the book was taken back, the girl looking at more. And she offered several grey swatches. She asked for the proper name, and he looked desperately over at his dad. "Um... ombre? Maybe... or bayalage... I'm really not good at dye terms, though. That's definitely a job for dad. And hey look, he's all free now!" Once Mrs Bells was paid up, Fin gently nudged Sparrow over to the man. "Hey dad, if I help out a bit, d'you think you can help Sparrow? That jerkoff boy this morning broke her poor heart." He sent a worried look up at the man, hoping he'd save the day.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 10:05 pm
♥♡ SPARROW KIYA WINCHESTERsecond year || Gryffindor || pureblood
Drama club || Music club || Quidditch reserve
Daily Dragon (fall year 1) || Art (spring year 1)
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Sparrow beamed and followed Mr. Archer along. She recognized both magical and muggle products going on and tried desperately to keep track of what was going on. She recognized part of it was reverting the spells that made her hair black now, then lightening her hair. But she still asked plenty of annoying ”What’s this? What’re you doing now? How are you doing that?” questions. Eventually though, a foil was wrapped around her hair and she was free!
Sparrow leapt up and pirouetted around the shop in silent excitement for a moment. Wren rolled his eyes and went back to his box ambivalently.
After a few quiet moments though, Sparrow plopped herself into the seat across from Finley. She tucked one leg under the other and relaxed in the seat, neither touching the back of the seat nor leaning forwards. Her words were quiet: ”Why do you think Chadwick is an idiot and jerkoff?”
_______________ setting Magic Clips Hair Salon || with Finley and Wren
hair color foilhead! || wearing The most obnoxious article of black clothing Wren could find
status Anticipating colors and friendship _______________//OOC:
Kung's Chadwick ghosted with permission.
_______________ Baby, I'm sorry
I'm not exactly what you had in mind
But please don't leave
If you stay I promise I will change your mind
And is it too much to ask to just be wanted
To feel the love I feel for you return
♡♥~"I'm not her" by Julia Brennan. Nightcore Cover.
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2020 10:24 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Magic Clips
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Dad, Wren, and Sparrow
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Coloration
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why did she have to ask?
While Sparrow was distracted, Finley straightened up a bit around the shop, then sat in a comfy chair nearish to Wren. Would it be awkward to sit too close? They didn't really know each other well, especially since Fin mainly knew Wren as being friends (probably?) with Laurel's sister, Aspen. After a painfully silent half-hour or so, Sparrow was released for a while. It was good, because her constant questions were... well, a little annoying.
She twirled around the room for a few minutes, the very motion making Finley a bit dizzy. Finally, she plopped down into the seat across from him. Her voice fell quiet - a volume he hadn't been aware the girl possessed - and she asked about Chadwick. Of course. Looking at her downtrodden expression, the Ravenclaw felt guilt with his earlier choice of words. "He's... he's always been mean to me. Ever since our first... accidental run-in at Diagon Alley he's disliked me. I think part of it is that I'm aware of his... personality." That was more than he typically spoke, but he wasn't sure it was all the words needed. "I don't want you getting hurt, but I also don't know if it's just me he's mean around. I.. don't know. He and I have almost gotten into fights before. Luckily someone's always stopped us." He sighed softly, running a hand grumpily through his hair, then sighing again when he remembered he'd had it all combed up nicely.
{{OoC: Ghosted Chad with full permission from Kung!}}
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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