pretending that everything was okay was mary’s specialty. even, perhaps especially, when everything was very far from okay. the safety of the world she had grown to call home was crumbling around her, she had never been lying to her parents more, she in love with a boy who not only didn’t like her back but was apparently a werewolf now, everyone was frightened and miserable, and on top of all that, january was her least favourite month. nothing happened in january. it was freezing, and boring, and sad. especially when one had just come from two weeks in italy. the only solution mary could think of ? face masks. which was why she was now sitting cross-legged on the floor of the prefect bathroom with a mirror, diligently applying a sludgy sort of mixture to her cheeks. technically she wasn’t supposed to be here, but it had been all too easy to worm the password out of a passably cute hufflepuff prefect. “ — if you’re staying, you’re joining me, ” she informed the person who’d just opened the door behind her, her voice light and cheery. as if nothing were wrong. as if everything were okay. “ — it’s exfoliating. ”
A slew of quick actions not independent from any other damn day occurred . He cursed , furrowed his brow so dramatically that he temporarily aged twenty years , and ran a hand through his already messy hair . ❛ The fuck . . . ? ❜ Was that what women did in their spare time ? No duration was offered , the confidence in his voice awe-inspiring as he shook his head , dark shoes dragging him toward the stalls . ❛ Nah princess , I gotta shit . But stick ‘round for the show . I hear it’ll be explosive . ❜
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