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    woah tommo! (100)

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    Knew you were perfect after the first kiss
    took a deep breath like, hoo
    feels like forever, baby
    I never thought that it would be you

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    Luke Hemmings x Ravenclaw x Anelie Granger-Weasley x Gryffindor
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    Michael Clifford x Hufflepuff x Ophelia Malfoy x Slytherin
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    Ashton Irwin x Slytherin x Emily Potter x Ravenclaw
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    Calum Hood x Gryffindor x Eva Longbottom x Hufflepuff
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    June 4th, 2019 at 09:05pm
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    Luke Hemmings was a good student, at least, he'd say so. He always tried his hardest in any class he attended, no matter what Horace Slughorn tried to claim to Filius Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw house. Besides, Luke had only gotten that silly detention because he wanted to stand in solidarity with his friend, Anelie, so when the gorgeous redhead got a detention for spilling over a rare potion, Luke decided to, well, laugh at Horace's too tight trousers, making a rather loud and awful remark about his particularly large behind to the class. So, yeah, Luke would say he was a good student, but nobody would agree. Walking into the Great Hall with a grin at the thought, Luke's stride was confident and his head was held high. Offering a wave to Anelie when he saw her at the Gryffindor table, Luke felt his heartbeat increase - she was the daughter of two of the best friends of the man who saved the Wizarding World, of course Anelie wouldn't have a crush on someone like him - but hey, at least Luke could be friends with her and relish in her light.

    Ophelia Malfoy had contemplated not attending Hogwarts at all, but her father had insisted that she go and make friends and experience what he didn't get to - except, well, there was only a small problem. Ophelia hadn't really made much friends. Of course, she had a small handful of students she'd say hello to, the ones who didn't seem to care that she was an heir to the Malfoy estate, and they were the people that Ophelia cherished most - but the one person she truly held dear, despite not really knowing him that well, was Michael Clifford, a colourful Hufflepuff who had so quickly caught Ophelia’s interest, and that was something after six years of attending Hogwarts, wasn't it? But everyone else, well, she'd heard the whispers floating around - oh, look, there's Ophelia, Death Eater in training! Frowning with the thought, Ophelia exhaled and slipped into the Great Hall with grace, neatening out her skirt as she made her way to the Slytherin table, her hair still tied into a neat ponytail.

    Ashton Irwin was confident, and he had no reason not to be. He had passed all his Fifth Year exams, leaving his options for Sixth Year wide open, and Ashton felt, with his green and silver tie neatly done around his neck, that he was truly invincible. But even everyone had some sort of achilles heel, and his was Emily Potter; damned daughter of the chosen one. Ashton had never intended to find love, his mother had always encouraged him to strictly stay focused on his studies so he could go further, gain power. So, Ashton showed his affection in other ways, deciding that if he couldn't have Emily to himself, he could make her miserable so she wouldn't look for anyone else. Speaking of... Ashton jogged to the entrance of the Great Hall, shoving past Emily with a smirk, looking over his shoulder as if he didn't know just who it was he'd bumped into. "Watch where you're going, Potter! You're not that important that you get to take up the whole bloody doorway." Ashton sneered, rolling his eyes. "Mind you, you are the child of the Chosen One, eh?" Ashton smirked. "Must give one a superiority complex."

    Eva Longbottom was very much like her father with her adoration for Herbology, so it was no surprise that she could be found in his office for a little while each lunch time, looking for a particularly interesting book to study from. It was quite interesting, actually, because on her way out, she quite often bumped into the troublesome students her father decided to give detention to, and today was no different. Leaving a thank you note to Neville with the title of the book she'd taken from his shelf, Eva opened the door, very nearly bumping into someone as she did. "Oh, sorry," she apologised with a smile. "He should be here soon." She informed politely, studying the boy with dark curls and dark eyes - she was almost certain she recognised him as Calum Hood, an outspoken Gryffindor who had captured the attention of every girl he came across. She'd seen him on the Quidditch pitch a few times during practice, and she was sure he'd had a few games against him, too. Offering another small smile, Eva slipped past the boy, desperate to get some lunch.
    June 5th, 2019 at 11:29pm
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    never sleep. (100)

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    Anelie breathed out quietly, always feeling like a failure, like a disappointment, when she ended up in trouble like this. It was only a detention, but she knew her luck well enough by now to know that she’d probably end up with at least ten more throughout the year. The only thing that made any of it easier was the fact that Luke Hemmings, her best friend, tended to go out of his way to get detention, too, so that she wasn’t alone. She couldn’t thank him enough for that, swearing that he made every year at Hogwarts worth it - and she knew a big part of that was because of her feelings for him, but she could never admit the feelings to him, too worried about ruining their friendship. When she spotted him entering the Great Hall and wave at her, she smiled slightly and waved before she stood up and moved to go join him. “Hey,” she greeted with a small grin before making a face, “Ready for detention?”

    Michael lifted his gaze when he spotted Ophelia enter the Great Hall, only realizing she had entered because he heard others gossipping about her, and he scoffed lowly as he listened to them. “Oi, shut it,” he warned them with annoyance. He didn’t see why people wouldn’t leave the girl alone - her father had gone through a great ordeal to prove that he had changed after everything that had happened, she didn’t deserve to be tormented the way she was. Shaking his head, he stood up to make his way over to her, offering a small smile to her as he waved in greeting. “Hey, Ophelia,” he greeted with a small nod, “How’s the school year going for you so far?” He nearly cringed with his question, certain it was the worst thing he could ask, but he was trying. Being this close to her threw him off, though, because she was the most gorgeous girl he’d ever met, and he couldn’t imagine why anybody would be cruel to somebody as beautiful and amazing as her.

    Emily flipped through her Care of Magical Creatures book as she walked, taking down notes so that she could be ready for her next class, barely acknowledging that she had been bumped into, though she knew who had done it before she’d even heard his voice. Ashton Irwin, always eager to try to annoy her. She refused to give him the satisfaction, though, so she didn’t even lift her gaze from her book. “I’m not the one bumping into people to start an altercation,” she said easily, “Seems like you’re the one with a superiority complex. It’s cute that you think you’ll get a rise out of me, though.” Still not lifting her gaze, she made one more note before closing her book. She only lifted her gaze then, but she didn’t even look at him, instead brushing past him to enter the Great Hall. “Nice try, Irwin. Better luck next time.”

    Calum blinked when he felt somebody bump into him, and he reached out to steady the girl, only then realizing who it was - Eva Longbottom. He’d had a crush on the girl for as long as he could remember, though he had barely spoken to her, too worried that she would find him annoying, especially with the fact that he sometimes couldn’t shut up and he definitely couldn’t keep his thoughts or opinions to himself. “Uh, no, no, don’t worry about it, it wasn’t your fault,” he quickly assured her, shaking his head, not wanting her to feel bad at all, especially when she hadn’t done anything wrong. “I shouldn’t have just tried to come in unannounced, that was my fault.” He offered a weak smile, reaching to rub at the back of his head, taking her in, amazed by her, but he tried not to be too obvious about it, not wanting to chase her off or freak her out. “Are you sure? I don’t mind coming back another time…” He shifted a bit, watching her still as he followed after her. “Are you heading to the Great Hall? I could walk with you, if you want?” He might as well take the opportunity while he could, right? He wasn’t sure he’d ever get another, after all.
    February 5th, 2020 at 11:55pm
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    Luke felt a familiar warmth of adoration flood through his chest when Anelie stood up, and he knew that his life at Hogwarts just wouldn't be the same without her. She'd already made the school so much brighter, and being her best friend was the highest honour Luke could have, wanting to show it to the world with pride, because he was the one Anelie chose - perhaps not in the way he'd wanted, but in a way that was close enough. "Hey," Luke greeted in return, his confidence evident in the smile that made it's way onto his features, his curls tied into their usual bun that Calum Hood enjoyed to make fun of him for. Slinging his arm around Anelie's shoulders, Luke pressed a kiss to the top of her head, something he'd done many times before. "More than I'll ever be," he teased, moving away from her to sit down. "If you ask me, Slughorn's got no sense of humour." And just in time, Luke saw Horace Slughorn fumble into the Great Hall with two parchments and two quills for their detention once the hall had cleared out. "Watch this," Luke whispered to Anelie, pulling his wand from his sleeve before murmuring a small hex, causing Slughorn to drop everything he held - including the ink for the quills. "Oh!" Luke cringed. "Bad luck, Professor!" He called as students began to laugh.

    As soon as Ophelia had entered the Great Hall, she'd heard the whispers, students looking at her from the corner of their eyes and muttering under their breaths, and Ophelia exhaled away her anxiety, tucking a stray strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear, trying to drown out the voices. Seeing Michael Clifford though, Ophelia felt her heavy heart suddenly gain its wings and flutter within the confinement of her chest, and she found it so wonderful, the affect he had on her. "Hello, Michael." Ophelia greeted with a small smile, shy and sweet. Hearing his question, Ophelia shrugged lightly. "It's going okay, all things considered. How is it for you?" Seeing that he seemed to be nervous, Ophelia tilted her head a little bit, anxious that he'd heard something that made him see her in a much negative light. "Are you okay?" Ophelia asked anxiously, taking a step back.

    Ashton couldn't help the annoyance that built within his chest when Emily didn't even acknowledge him, and he found that it was rather rude of her to ignore him in such a way. But still, her confidence was one of the most attractive things about her, but Ashton wanted to push a few more buttons, although, when she called him cute - albeit sarcastically - Ashton almost stuttered on his words, pausing when she lifted her gaze. If he didn't have luck with his childish shoving, maybe he should try a little harder. "At least you don't have that hideous scar on your forehead like your idiot father, Potter." Ashton spoke, hoping to see a reaction now that she had lifted her green eyes to look at him, and Ashton swore that he could get lost in the emerald sea that was Emily. As she brushed past him, Ashton tried to hold his breath, tensing to avoid falling even more head over heels in love with the girl, but once he caught scent of her perfume, his defences began to crack. "Tell me Potter, do you feel special for being that idiot's daughter? I'd be ashamed, if I were you."

    Eva listened as Calum began to speak, and just the sweet sound of his voice demanded attention, it was no surprise that everyone was tripping over themselves to win over his affections - and Eva knew she would probably never be the one that his affections would settle on. Studying him carefully, Eva hugged the book she was carrying a little tighter to her chest. As he offered a weak smile, Eva returned a wide one, wanting him to feel comfortable around her. Perhaps he was nervous about his detention? Watching as he shifted, Eva decided that must of been the case. "I'm actually about to go and study." Eva hinted to the book she carried, but she stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Calum's bicep. "But maybe I could wait with you?" Eva bit her lip, opening the door once more. "Come on. Would you like some tea?" She offered, studying him again and trying not to imagine how his full lips would feel against hers.
    February 7th, 2020 at 08:49pm