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Hearing her though he laughed, "So, all the swings? I can get on board with that. And a tire swing for the tree." |
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"Kale!" Hehe. She had just enough time to close her book and give him a little room before he was in the pile of blankets with her. Giggling delightfully, she wiggled around enough to make room for him to squish in RIGHT beside her. "Fancy seeing you here." She didn't give him much time to join her because she was already pulling him into a squishy hug. She MISSED him. |
SPOILER!!: TAVIE He was so down for cuddles. He wasn't the King of Cuddles, that distinction went to every Hufflepuff with fantastic hair, but he was a pretty decent cuddler himself. Like, he coulda gone pro if he didn't blow his knee out. Ah, the paths not taken. Hehe. ANYWAY, he snugged riiiiight up to Tavie and played with her hair. It had gotten shiner since the last time he had played with it, did she know? He told her. And added, "Not that your hair game wasn't great before." That was the last thing he wanted her to take away from their conversation. With another squish, he said, "I'm sooo glad you're back. Nobody else appreciates pretty people like you." |
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One of Kale's many fine qualities was that he was a GREAT cuddler. Ugh, she had missed his cuddles so much when she was being homeschooled last term. All her cuddle buddies. How had she even survived? "Thanks! I changed my shampoo and conditioner!" She was going for more tropical scents because they were her faaaavorites and they made her hair so soft! Oh. My. Gosh. Speaking of pretty people. She stared up at the ceiling all tangled up in him and blankets. "Have you SEEN all the new faces? They're so pretty! I have to rethink my entire kiss list." Because so many new pretty faces! "We can make new lists and have pretty people watch parties on the weekends." Since they weren't going anywhere. |
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ANYWHOODLE. Kale siiiiiiighed. He was suffering, did she know? "I dunno if I should be kissin' lots of people anymore. I hurt Fifi. And now Meeks is upset. And poor Cece thinks it's all her fault, which it totes isn't." Basically?? Tavie had missed a lot. |
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She nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course. It would be entirely foolish to put a tire swing anywhere else." |
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"Very foolish indeed. I think I need to earn more tally marks..." Deciding to count them he frowned as he got to the number. How was she that far ahead. Rude. |
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Beammmm. "I think that means you actually need to win more. Good luck with that." |
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BUT she was here now. And apparently she was still missing stuff? Tavie cuddle her friend. "What happened? Who'd you kiss to break all those hearts?" Most of which belonged to her closest friends. Sigh. |
Kale coulda sworn he just went though all the names. Hullo. Earth to Tavie-Tav-Tav. Welp, she was still adjusting so Kale could forgive the confusion. He repeated himself slowly, “Phoebe, Meeks and Cece.” Those people had been totally kissed on and now he had totally ruined everything. Cuz Kale Trent was a ruiner apparently. With a groan fit for, like, the grandest stage in the world, Kale squished Tavie and continued. He said, “Fi told me she didn’t wanna kiss me anymore cuz she was catching serious feelings. And then Meeks told me that both Fi and Cece had B I G feelings about me. Which turned out to be, like, not strictly true. And Cece confronted Meeks about it. Who got mad and isn’t talking to anybody anymore. And now Cece feels guilty. And it’s all a mess, bro.” Who would’ve thought kissing a group of friends would’ve been complicated? Not Kale. |
Oh he was only kissing those three. That maybe made things easier. Maybe. It was still Fi and Cece. That did NOT make things easier at all. "Maybe." And this was a wild maybe. "Maybe take a break with snogging anyone until this mess is cleaned up." She brushed back his beautiful hair. Tavie KNEW that was like, the biggest ask of all the asks ever but he had a MESS that needed to be cleaned up and because it involved her friends (him included) she was going to try and help. "Do you feel the same way about any of them?" The was the first and most important question ever. |
EEEEEEE GASP!! That WAS a wild maybe. Heck. It was a wild and crazy and totes unreasonable maybe. Cuz, like, kissin’ was dope. It made his insides feel like glitter and sparkles and all the good things. And she was asking him to what? Show some self-restraint?? Et tu, Octavia? The hair petting went a long way in mollifying him, but he was still shook. Down to his bones. The follow-up question didn’t help. It only sent him spiraling into the next crisis. “What d’ya mean?” |
Tavie knew! She KNEW how awesome and totally amazing kissing was but it was getting him in trouble! And with their friends! Two of her closest. That had to be fixed before it could be fun again. Or else more kids would get hurt and one of her most favorite cuddle buddies would feel terrible about it. It was such a good thing he had a ravenclaw like her as a friend. "I mean," She kept playing with his hair because they were kindred spirits and hair play was equally as comforting for her as she knew it was for him. "Do you like Fifi and Cece as much as they like you?" Or was all the snogging just for fun? Either way it was okay, but she wanted to know where he stood with all of the feelings. |
”I haven’t kissed Fifi in an age,” Kale practically purred. Promise, he was trying to pay attention and give her question the gravity it deserved, but, Merlin, Tavie was an incredible hair petter. Once the owls were reinstated, he was going to write a letter to her parents complimenting them on their daughter’s excellent petting skills. OH RIGHT! Her question. “So, like, it was a surprise to me that Meeks said she still feels that way. AND that is even if Meeks is telling the truth. And she isn’t even talking to me now. And Cece is bummed. And I don’t wanna ask Fifi and kick up dust on something if she IS trying to get over it. Cuz...that sounds cruel.” Did she follow?? |
"That's a good start" Because still kissing most of them would be a bad thing with all the feelings and hurt going around. And what could she say? She liked physical touch and this was one of the things she was just good at. Tavie was following, but she also noticed that he was talking in circles, which wasn't out of normal for Kaley. "You didn't awnser my question." She pointed out helpfully mid hair stroke. "If you're still kissing Meeks and Cece you should talk to them both. And you should figure out how you feel about them. That makes a difference." Like if he didn't like them but he liked kissing them he should let them know so they didn't get too attached. Well. More attached than they already were. |
Kale nearly harrumphed at Tavie’s super sound logic. Ravenclaws. Couldn’t argue with ‘em cuz they just knew better and Octavia Stark knew more than most. She was crazy smart. She knew like a bajillion languages and was super good at all kinds of advanced magic. How could a Kale argue with a Tavie? Answer. He couldn’t. He didn’t even try. Instead, he nuzzled his head into her hand, silently asking for some scratches, and considered her words. “I mean, I would talk to Meeks. But she isn’t even talking to me right now. Which. Like. Is sorta the problem.” And just so Octavia didn’t think he was avoiding her question, he tacked on. “But I know how I feel. I just— this term isn’t the time to sort it all out, y’know?” |
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He watched her with awe and admiration as she closed her eyes. She looked so peaceful in this moment and he wished he could have captured this whole memory forever. He knew that he’d want to play it over and over again. Safe. He liked being safe with her. A dusting of heat touched his cheeks as she said that he smelled nice. He really ought not to blush but whenever she was giving him compliments- he just couldnt help it. He interlaced his fingers with hers as she spoke in Korean, enjoying the sound of her voice in his native language. There was just something so attractive about her speaking Korean and them sharing the language. It was their secret. “I’m..... My parents won’t notice too much. The last time the school lost contact... Evan wrote letters to all the family members for me. He basically committed a crime- forgery for me- he must really love me. I’m certain Lisa will do that too.” He chuckled, remembering that moment very fondly. He had also been chastised by his younger brother. He listened to her speak again about New Zealand. “Then let’s make the plan.” He couldn’t think of them possibly not making it out of the castle alive. He needed the happy planning to keep him sane. He did. He needed to think of the future. Her question made him pause. “I...” Truth be told, he was unsure. “I could see myself dancing but the life of a professional dancer is... difficult.” He wasn’t a great singer like his cousin, Chase, but he was good at Ancient Runes, Magical Creatures, and Potions. “I’m not sure.... I like COMC, Potions, and Runes.... And Arithmancy too. I’m not sure what I could do with that... Maybe I could be a Professor?” |
open post! This treehouse was easily one of Ivy's favorite places this term. It was the perfect place for almost anything: hanging out with friends, completing homework, even taking a nap considering there were blankets pillows provided. It was also, in her humble opinion, a fantastic place for taking photos, and that was unfortunate. Ever since she'd found out about what happened to Cooper and his camera earlier in the term, Ivy had been afraid to use hers even once. She kept it with her at all times, usually in her bag but sometimes in an enchanted cloak pocket, just so she knew it was safe, and there it stayed, never being brought out once to snap a photo. And it frustrated her. There was still the art room for her other creative endeavors in painting, and she had taken up journaling and found that to be helpful in expressing herself. But neither was a real replacement for photography. Plopping down into one of the rocking chairs, Ivy set her bag next to her on the floor and let her eyes scan her surroundings, imagining not for the first time the different angles she might try if she were capturing this place in photographs. It would be particularly stunning at sunset and dusk, when the fairy lights would light up... Her camera felt like it was burning a hole in her cloak pocket, and she was trying to resist the urge to pull it out. It wasn't worth the risk...was it? It almost seemed safe enough. It was high up and mostly hidden among the trees, and she'd never actually seen the hooded group up here herself. Didn't mean they couldn't be, of course, but...it wasn't like there was anything incriminating up here, and even if there was, she couldn't exactly do anything with any pictures she took. They'd thoroughly taken care of any option they had for communicating with anyone, so what was wrong with them taking photos? Why had they done that to Cooper? It still upset her when she thought about it... Ivy huffed, quickly pulling a textbook out of her bag and flipping through it aimlessly, just trying to keep her hands occupied. She shouldn't risk it. She shouldn't. And yet... |
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Her hands slowed a little as his words sunk in, but didn't let them stop giving him scalp scratches. "How are you handling thing?" She wasn't going to say what 'things' were if he didn't want her to. At least she was really going to try not to say anything about his father or the treatments he's received in class. |
For the Bern Quinn paced back and forth in the main room of the treehouse, waiting for Bernie. It felt as though a cold fire was lit in his belly—this was a stupid, stupid, stupid idea. And yet... He couldn't sit on this any longer. But... he knew he needed help. Like, actual help from someone who knew what they were doing. Which is why he asked Bernie to meet him here. His thought process was: she seems nice, he knows her more than several other upperclassmen (though he still wouldn't say he knows her well), and she's a Gryffindor, which means she's brave. Much braver than he is, at least, and he would need some bravery to go along with this. Even if it was his idea. Quinn had remembered the way Atlas got him to meet at the Astronomy Tower, and he figured that was a pretty good way to go about telling Bernie. Quinn had written a note for her— After Potions IMPORTANT Don't tell anyone! —then folded it into an origami ladybug. On the wing he wrote "Open me". During the day he saw Bernie in the hallway, then shoved the ladybug into her hands. "Imadesomethingforyou," he said quickly, then hurried off before she could say anything. And now, here he was, in the treehouse. He knew that now he had acted on his idea, there was no going back to before the idea, and that made him more nervous than anything. That list that had been intimidating him from inside his trunk for so long was now burning a hole in his pocket. Anyone who simply looked at the list probably wouldn't even think twice about it, but because Quinn knew what it was for, it took on a whole new meaning for him. He paced and paced and paced, waiting for Bernie to show up and yet half hoping she wouldn't. |
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So, she slowly took the staircase to get up to the top, even though she was THISCLOSE to leaning over the edge and just barfing half the time. She had really wanted to visit this treehouse all year and yet it seemed terrible due to the fact that it was up high in the air and all. Why did treehouses have to exist only in tall trees?! Either way, congratulations and condolences were in order for Quinn, apparently. She finally got to the veranda part and paused to catch her breath and also her brain, to try to talk herself into remembering that this wasn't that high in the air and she was fine and all that other stuff. She saw Quinn and made her way over to him, though really she was sliding into a rocking chair before she got all the way there. And then slightly scooting that chair and herself in it his-away. "Right, what's this then?" Berns was perched in the chair and doing her best not to look TOO suspicious of the first year. And also hopefully not looking TOO green as well. |
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But... now that she was here... how would he even start? It was a strange subject to broach. "Hi. Uhm... okay.... uh.... so...I.... uh...." he mumbled as he paced, wringing his hands. His mind was tumbling over itself as he tried to find proper words to express what he wanted to say. "Th-there's something I wanted to ask your opinion on, and you have to absolutely one-hundred-percent promise me that you'll never tell anyone ever until we sort it out, okay?" |
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She watched him carefully with her bright blue eyes, and then nodded, a final nod of agreement, on account of how all she had to agree to do was give her opinion and Merlin knew she was never short on those. "Okay, I'll NEVER tell anyone EVER, if you insist." What, Quinn wasn't going to make her make an unbreakable vow, was he? Also? No offense or anything? She didn't have anyone to tell anything to ANYWAYS. |
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"O-okay, um, I w-was, um..." Quinn was shaking a bit, but he took a deep breath and started over. "I want to start a training session for first years. Maybe even second years. F-for, um... for battle magic. Because... there's no way this term is going to end nicely," though he would never himself incite a rebellion, he knew others might—or, if not, the Alliance could simply turn on the school, "and we are the defenseless ones, and the easiest to threaten, and are a liability on the part of the staff and upperclassmen. B-but if we can prepare ourselves, even a little bit, we can defend ourselves. A-and I, for one, won't be as scared." He let out a shaky breath as he paused. He pulled out the list from his pocket. "I-I've been doing a lot of reading, and I've found a bunch of spells I thought might be useful and I wrote them down." He brought the list over to her. It started with some pretty basic spells—Levicorpus, Protego, Petrificus Totalus and the like—but it gradually got more advanced—Expecto Patronum, Stupefy, Sectumsempra. "I wanted to ask.... I wanted to know what you thought about it. A-and..... I know that I can't do this by myself. I can't do this with just first and second years. We need someone—or a group—to help us. A-and we would need a place to train. I was thinking about up here, since it was so far away, but we wouldn't be able to have a large group—though I never planned on it being a large group, since that would draw too much attention—but this is still pretty exposed either way. And we would have to plan a schedule, and make sure going to and from training wasn't suspiscious and of course I don't know if we'll be able to get to all these spells since there's so many and—" he broke off, 'Uh, well, that's... that's if you think this is a good idea." He looked at her expectantly. It was all out there now; it was in Bernie's hands. Thinking about it, that was.... a bit of a dilemma he just plopped right into her lap. For her to decide. But he needed a second opinion, someone to say yes or no—he didn't exactly trust himself to make the best decisions all the time. And this was his heftiest one yet. |
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And concern. Bernie was definitely a little bit concerned about this plan to help the first and second years. First of all, she never saw herself as being someone who helped out the And yet.... The fact that he'd come to her? Specifically? Another Muggleborn? An older and wiser and "Yes." She stated finally, the rocking chair stopping as she stood up. "Yes, I'll help you, but I actually think this is a TERRIBLE idea. And yet, that's precisely why we need to do it." She started pacing too, because it helped her think to walk, you know? Walk and talk. Though she was also cautious and QUIET whilst talking, as she often was when she got an idea. "The spells are good, and I see you mastered muffliato already," though honestly Berns sometimes forgot or doubted the usefulness of that one, "but the real trick will be finding the right location to train... and... and we'll have to set a schedule, so not very many people are out at the same time.... and we'll have to be careful about who we let into our club, because there are some REAL snitches up in Hogwarts..." And she wasn't talking about the golden flying kind they weren't allowed to use in Flying lessons anymore. |
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