𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

“nah,” they grit their teeth and shake their head, squirming a little from sheer DISCOMFORT but staying steadfast in their resolve, “i’ll be okay in a minute. it’s just a flare up.” they hoped, though they were fairly confident. it’s not the WORST it’s ever been, and they’ve gotten pretty good at judging when they need to panic, over the years. what hurts more is their PRIDE and having to admit temporary defeat in the first place ; they hadn’t been enjoying the party, exactly, but they did wish they were able to jump right back in. worse still is the fact they don’t want to sit through it alone, and it takes a long moment of obvious deliberation, but they finally manage, “will you stay with me a bit, though? for company?”

      viktor  genuinely  loved  watching  quidditch.  it  didn’t  matter  where  he  was,  who  he  was  watching  ━  he’d  easily  consider  it  his  very  first  love.  there  was  something  about  the  feeling  of  flying,  practically  feeling  untouchable  when  you  would  catch  snitch  after  snitch.  it  was  an  even  better  feeling  knowing  that  people  felt  the  exact  same  way  as  you.  at  least  he  knew  it  was  the  case  for  cho.  an  unexpected  correspondence  between  the  two  ━  trying  to  attend  games  as  a  means  of  support  and  simply  owl’ing  to  speak  of  how  they  done.  but  this  time,  viktor  had  got  word  through  to  the  tornados’  coach,  saying  that  he  was  waiting  for  cho  outside.  

          “you  know..”  krum  starts  as  he  spots  her,  pushing  himself  away  from  the  wall  he  was  leaning  against  with  a  grin.  “i  should  just  let  you  have  a  ride  of  my  broom  for  once.”  he  doesn’t  pick  up  on  the  innuendo,  meaning  it  as  face  value.  “this  game  lasted  a  little  too  long.”

“sorry, someone is-” in here, they almost manage, though the door is open before they can FINISH the statement. hunched over on the edge of a clawfoot bathtub and hugging their sides tightly with both arms, nazli isn’t exactly in a position capable of forcing the door closed, again, or stopping it from opening in the first place, and they breath an audible sigh of relief that against all the odds, it is cho’s familiar head that pops around the door. “hey,” they feign composure, somehow managing ( they’re quite self impressed, honestly ) to beckon her in, further, “shut the door, would you?”

             ❝   𝒊   𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕   𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕   𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌   𝒊’𝒎   built   for   it   ,   honestly   ,   ❞   ajay   shrugs   ,   cheerfully   nihilistic   about   the   whole   situation   now   knowing   that   he   ,   a   simple   academic   from   a   wandshop’s   back   room   ,   was   paired   with   cho   chang   ,   actual   professional   athlete   .   the   charity   portion   of   this   whole   endeavor   had   blinded   him   to   the   true   nature   of   the   game   and   he   would   be   the   first   to   admit   that   he   was   ,   perhaps   ,   a   bit   in   over   his   head   .   ❝   now   ,   which   leg   are   you   willing   to   sacrifice   ?   ❞   he   shakes   each   leg   in   turn   ,   as   if   to   show   off   what   cho   has   to   work   with   .   ❝   because   i   could   go   either   way   and   you   get   to   choose   between   toothpicks   .   ❞

“I’m meant to be Francine,” Josie explains, red converse dragging nervously across the floor as she nurses the same drink she’s been working on for the past hour ( it’s VODKA and ORANGE JUICE – horribly watered down by this point, with the ice long melted and creating a horribly diluted MESS that has done absolutely NOTHING to quell her anxiety over being here ), though she remains STEADFAST in her resolve to finish it, still occasionally sipping at it through a curly straw. She’s never considered herself to be the LIFE OF A PARTY – not like she’d seen from Nellie and heard about Cedric, but HALLOWEEN had always been a favourite of hers – a chance for people to show off their IMAGINATIONS and pretend, just for a minute, to be something other than the roles life had relegated them to. 

“From Arthur,” She continues, unsure if the person she’s explaining her costume choice even particularly CARES what she’s wearing, but in too deep now to turn back. “It’s a kids’ cartoon. Been going since 1996, if you can believe. I’d have thought they’d run out of material by now, but apparently not.” A pause, “There’s people dressed as Arthur and Buster, too, so I’m not like… a complete weirdo, I swear.”

“sure, let’s say they’re fake.” with a simple shrug, knox glided around blackwood house as the party commenced. she practically blended into the shadows with her old themed black dress though stuck out because of her pale painted skin. it was strange, being around people like this again. at a party no less. there wasn’t a time she remembered where she had fun at parties, including her hogwarts days after slytherin would win a quidditch match. or her drunken nights after the death of her mother. though she really didn’t count those considering she hardly remembered them. it was all an inconsistent blur, really.

knox found herself in the corner, next to another who apparently had the same idea as her and sighed. “now what are you doing way over here when the booze and sweaty bodies are all the way over there?” it was a simple question, though she hardly cared if it they had ignored her or not. it was sort of testing the waters, seeing if her corner buddy would talk her ear off for the night or stand with her quietly and watch everyone else make a fool of themselves as the night wears on. “bored already?”

“shit.” augustine dropped her drink, some atrocious orange and radioactive looking candy cane-flavored cocktail. the glass luckily didn’t shatter but the bright orange drink spilt across the ground. “you didn’t see that.”

“it’s a shame, really.” dionisia knelt in front of a cluster of pumpkins, inspecting them. black rot marked a few already, an inevitability, but if she had any say here (and to be clear, she did not) this section would’ve already been purged. best to cut off the source of the infection before it spread. “you would be surprised how likely this stuff spreads.” with that she stood up. “i’d look elsewhere. even if you only want to carve them, these ones won’t last long.”

“You know what this place is missing?” An open box of Bertie Bott’s rattled in her hands as Rhea gestured about. Her face was lit with a creeping smile, a beacon of freedom and excitement for a moment. “A Ferris Wheel. I know, I know, they’re a very muggle creation and all that, but really–they’re a lot of fun. You get to just relax and–yeah. I dunno, I just think even the wizarding world could benefit from something like that at a festival like this.” 

“i got you a hot chocolate.” oriana said as they walked up to cho. in one hand they held cho’s hot chocolate, extended towards her, and in her other, they held their own. it wasn’t the best they’d had, but it was cold enough that subpar hot chocolate was appreciated. “consider it a thank you for helping me pick out the perfect pumpkin.”

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! seven of seven incorrect quotes.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! six of seven incorrect quotes.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! five of seven incorrect quotes.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! four of seven incorrect quotes.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! three of seven incorrect quotes.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗! two of seven incorrect quotes.