addison mckinnon.

“I’m not on cloud nine from that either, which is why I want to get out.” Stella clarified, smirking widely as her sister agreed to go with her. “Perfect, let’s go! I know this perfect cocktail place that we can go to, believe me you will not regret it.”

“Alright, you raise a logical point,” Addison huffed. “Cocktails? Jesus Christ, Stella, but alright, let’s go before I change my mind. I’m already regretting this.”

WARDROBE

“Takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” August argued back. “Then don’t start an argument, love. Makes you look like you’re desperate for a conversation.”

“Another five year old come back, are you sure you should be in school?” She deadpanned. “Don’t call me love -- and I’m not desperate for a conversation, but you were interrupting my peace, so here we are.”

“mm, it’ll hurt so good,” gil replied with a smirk and a wink, running a hand through his hair. “you say that now, mckinnon, darling, but when you’re spread out on my sheets you’ll be singing a different tune,” he suggested, his way of asking girls out. 

Addison faked gagged. “No, definitely not, not even in a million years, not even if you were the last person on earth. I have much higher standards than you.”

Thalia was hardly listening to the other girl, already digging through her purse to see what sort of tonics she’d made before she left school. “You know, if you love weed so much, cannabis oil is good for anti-aging.” The fact left her lips easily–her knowledge of skin care was vast. Skin, hair care, and potions. She found the vial she was looking for and held it out. “I have a supplier, but you need it more than I do.” 

“You started it.” So maybe August was acting absolutely childish, but he couldn’t help but let that comment slip out. “Exactly what it meant. You snapped before I could say anything- how’s that a promise for a decent conversation?”

“Oh wow, are you five?” She scoffed, “Well here’s something for you to ponder on, perhaps I didn’t want a decent, or any, conversation.”

Upon seeing Addison, he let out a sigh before plopping down to the ground again. If he wasn’t just waking up, he probably would’ve left. Conversations between were always quite tense, and he was trying to avoid any reminder of Freya. But he couldn’t be bothered to leave for now. “Addison.” He acknowledged, opening his eyes again to stare up at the sky. “Well, it’s not the worst place.”

“That’s my name,” She commented drily, shrugging her shoulders. “It will be when it rains,” Addison rolled her eyes, before her expression softened slightly. “You’ll hurt your back if you keep sleeping in random places,” She pointed out, trying to ignore the slight concern in her voice. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to just shut out her concern for the other that had grown when they’d become friends -- even if it would be easier.

She rolled her eyes and turned to look in the direction of the voice. “So sorry for disturbing you, princess, I was just thinking out loud.” Lennox closed her textbook and leaned back in her chair, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Don’t call me princess,” Addison scowled at the other. “Well you know thinking is supposed to be done silently, with your brain, right? If you have one, that is.”

“if i squint hard enough,” he replied back dryly, nodding his head. “no need to be in the kitchen if you’re not preparing food, so don’t go painting me as something i’m not.”

“If you want to see feathers, I can stab you in the eye with my quill,” Addison rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, you’re actually the worst.”

“that’s what bird means. bird.” he added as insult, scoffing. he quirked a brow at her rebuttle, giving up and allowing the stain to settle itself against his chest. “that’s not very proactive of you, is it? you look like you’d make a great mum.” he suggested, not finding the offense in his words.

“Do I look like I have feathers to you?” Addison deadpanned. “Again, don’t need a partner to have kids. If I wanted them. How old fashioned are you, exactly? Are you going to tell me I belong in the kitchen next? Because I’ll fucking deck you if you even try it.”

he looked up at her with an insulted expression, slightly tipsy and annoyed at her behavior. the girls back home would never treat him like this. “typical hogwarts bird,” he shook his head in distaste, blaming the school and it’s education for not teaching girls to be kind, as if he were the gem in a pile of ash. “you won’t find yourself a husband that way, you know.” he added.

“I’m a woman, not a bird,” Addison rolled her eyes. “Bold of you to assume I want a husband.” The girl pointed out. “Or any partner. I’m perfectly happy by myself and unlike some, don’t crave the validation of others.”

he didn’t like hearing that, and it was clear on his face, but gilderoy grew up with seven sisters - he could handle a bit of a woman’s snide remarks. “not like anybody wants to see you turned on anyhow,” he grumbled, before grabbing his wand and falling short of knowing what spell he was supposed to use to remove the stain. “erm…my wand’s a bit wonky at the moment.” the irish boy shook his head, “mind doing a lad a favor?” he asked, as if he hadn’t just insulted her.

Addison simply rolled her eyes at his insult, the words bouncing off of her. She simply studied him as he failed to use magic. “Hmmm, nope.” Addison smirked, popping the ‘p’ as she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m good.”

gil just scrunched his nose in distaste to her comment, shaking his head. “you’re pulling my leg, yeah?” he asked for reassurance, not believing that she didn’t find him attractive in the slightest. “oye, that’s not funny!” he growled as he moronically took a rag to the shirt instead of his wand, spreading the stain a bit. “this is a limited edition pure italian button down. but you wouldn’t know taste if it bit you in the arse,” he grumbled.

“No, I’m being utterly truthful. I don’t find you attractive at all, plus, you’re personality is even more on a turn off,” Addison wrinkled her nose. At his growl, a full bout of laughter left her lips. “You’re aware you’re a wizard right? Perhaps not, but at least I can hold a wine glass without throwing it over myself like an idiot.”

“Same excuse as always,” he said, mirroring her shrug as he looked back down at his camera. Andrew fiddled with the strap for a moment before looping it around his neck letting the camera hang there. “And I like photographing the lake when no one is here. Do my excuses check out?”

“Hmm, I suppose so,” A faint smile curved up at her lips as she watched the other. “I should have brought my camera, honestly, but I was going to go into Hogsmeade later. You can join me if you want. Your company isn’t entirely terrible.”

Thalia had thought she’d packed everything she’d needed for her trip home. Makeup, skin regimen, all her cutest little dresses for the Spring season… but once she’d made it back, she’d realized she had forgotten something crucial. She’d made her mother a special tonic to rub on her belly to help with the stretch marks, which was a very special shower present. It had to be there. So, under the guise of a shopping trip, she apparated to Hogsmeade and made it back to the castle. And she was just on her way back when Addy had talked to her. In her own defense, she hadn’t noticed her housemate. “I’m just passing through, no need to be rude, Addy.” She never quite knew what to make of the other girl. “Though you look like you might be in need of something for those dark circles. Holidays are the time for pampering oneself, you know.”

“I wasn’t being rude, I was preparing myself for the worst,” The girl shrugged her shoulders, eyes narrowed as she looked at her housemate. She wasn’t entirely sure if the other was being truthful about just passing through. “I sleep just fine, thanks. I don’t really give a shit about pampering myself. If I need a pick me up, I’d smoke a joint, not slather shit on my face.”

Cleo’s hues shot upwards at the comment, already regretting her hospitality. “Forgive me for trying to act nice.” Well, to be fair she was only trying to get rid of a disgusting beverage, but the other didn’t need to know that. “I can go back to ignoring you if you’d prefer that.”

“Wasn’t aware you could be nice, Delaosa,” Addison rolled her eyes. “Oh that would be wonderful actually, I’m tired of your voice already.”