can you nott;;

Narcissa took a deep breath, letting a sigh pass her lips as Greer poured her peace offering all over the floor. She took a step back so that she didn’t get any of the drink all over her shoes though she could see a few drops of it on her clothes. Even though Greer didn’t seem to want to cooperate just yet, Cissa missed hearing her voice and was happy that she was able to hear it again after weeks of being ignored.

As the other girl began to walk away from her, unlike at the Gala, she didn’t let her get very far. ❝Hey, come on.❞ Narcissa called out to her, reaching out and putting her hand on Greer’s shoulder to try and stop her. She couldn’t help the way her attempt at a friendly smile had faded into a soft pout and her eyes staring up at Greer like a wounded puppy.

❝You have to talk to me sooner or later…I hate seeing you so upset and I hate that I caused it. It’s been weeks. Will you please just give me a chance here?❞ she asked with the hope that maybe they would get a chance to actually talk. Greer had run off after Narcissa rejected her confession and stopped talking to her ever since. Though she wasn’t sure what she could do to make it better. It wasn’t like she could drop James to be with Greer when she didn’t have those feelings for her but she was hoping there was anything that could make this silent treatment end quicker.

Of course she couldn’t be so lucky that she walked away from Narcissa Black once and she could do it again. It would have only made this entire situation somewhat acceptable and not make her want to just punch-- no, actually, there were no back doors, no matter what happened here, Greer was going to walk away from this punching people. Or kicking them. Or throwing some more glass shards at them. Or just doing anything that would result in pain and misery, because rather anyone else than her again.

She already spent way too many tears because of Black, and no matter how sucky she felt, she wasn’t going to shed any more of them.

But it seemed like there was no getting out of this conversation so easily as she wished she could, as the other girl was quick to reach after her and now she was standing in front of her with those sad puppy eyes that she still felt like she couldn’t say no to despite everything that happened and it was hard not to just sigh, let everything go and forgive the Black girl.

He rather lost track of how long he spent sobbing into Greer’s shoulder on the balcony, but any amount of time was an embarrassment. Amycus didn’t break down. He’d given up on crying long before he’d arrived at Hogwarts. But– fuck he had forgotten he could even hurt like this.

Biting his lip, he dashed furiously at his red and swollen eyes as he took a step back. Mortified he refused to look Greer in the eyes. Her shoulder was still damp with his tears for fucks sake. “Sorry, shit. I didn’t- fuck, I didn’t mean to— Shit, sorry.”

Greer let Am cry it out as long as he needed. Only a couple of days ago she was in a similar situation and even though she wouldn’t have admitted it in front of Amycus, because she still felt embarrassed that she even cried on Lecto’s shoulders, she kind of knew how the other person must have felt and that letting him cry it out was the best thing she could have possibly done at that point. At least, she hoped it was. If there was any kind of spell that could just fix pain like this, she wished people would tell her so she could use it and pass it onto her friends too.

amycus-harrowed:

Amycus smirked at Greer over the crest of his sister’s shoulder. He could only just barely see her. Normally he hated sleeping in the absolute darkness. Even in his dorm he had a small nightlight that hovered over his own bed so nothing ever got completely dark. Here at least he had Alecto to curl up against. She always helped to keep his nightmares at bay. So yes, in a way her body was his lullaby. 

“Aww, but if I can’t drive you insane how am I supposed to ever have any fun?” He teased, ruining the effect by yawning into Alecto’s shoulder. “I value my fun, Greerie.” She had literally offered up her bed when Amycus had broken down on her, and he’d owe her his life for that.

Alecto almost snickered at Greer’s sudent protective self over her pets- she huffed amused though, her head shaking at the other’s words. ‘ Calm your tails, Greer- you think I’d ever let them eat any of your animals? Or them to bite you? Nah. Everything’s under control.’ She spoke solemenly because this was true: she would never let anything or anyone Greer loved get hurt if she could help it.

She then groaned in annoyance as the two kept on talking about her arse, finding it annoying that Greer had agreed with Amycus- it wasn’t weird to her that Amycus complimented her arse, it was more weird that Greer did so. ‘ Now, let’s be honest, who could ever hold himself from complimenting me? I’m gorgeous.’ she turned her head to look at Greer and then over her shoulder at Amycus.

She then closed her eyes and wrapped held an arm in front of her body, not moving an inch. ‘ You had your lullaby, can we go to sleep now?’ she mumbled under her bereath- wanting nothing more than to shut off the awkwardness.

“Just precautions,“ Greer said though she was smiling as she rolled her eyes. It was nice of Alecto to reassure her that she would never let anything happen to either of her animals or even her. It was a side of her that she saw more and more lately, and she couldn’t help but love it.

She rolled her eyes again, this time at Amycus and she reached over Alecto to push the guy a little, but didn’t say anything. Alecto was right, it was late, all three of them were tired as hell, or at least Greer knew she was. Avoiding one particular person on a party that is thrown by that one person and her family is more draining than she ever realized and she wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget the night ever happened.

“Of course I will make sure when I’m-when I’m sober, I’ll remember to serenade you and prove you wrong.” she proclaimed almost like it was a challenge. Greer was definitely challenging her though, Gladys was able to get that much from her. At least nowadays she wasn’t as shy so she had no problem performing in front of others.

Gladys knew that Greer would be annoyed with her about the Gilderoy comment but it just slipped out. She couldn’t possibly think of anyone else in that moment who she would want to kiss at midnight, especially after her letters with Glenda. She might have thought about that magical daydream more than she’d like to admit. Her eyes locked with Greer’s when she stood in the way of her view and put her hands on her shoulders. “Me? Better looking than Gilderoy Lockhart? You really think so?” That was probably one of the highest compliments Gladys could have received and she had no idea Greer thought that way. At least the parts about her anyway.

As Greer took a step closer to Gladys and put her hand onto her ass, she was shocked that this was even happening, staring up at the other girl speechless.  She was enjoying it quite a bit but how long was she supposed to keep her hand where it was without it seeming inappropriate? “Alright, okay you’re right, this is uh…much better. Is this like…your go to move or something?” 

“Interesting choice of words,“ Greer noted as she laughed at the fact that Gladys decided to promise to serenade her later on when she wasn’t so drunk, "but yes, please, prove me wrong. Can’t wait to be proven wrong.” Either way, she was going to have fun for sure.

Greer raised her eyebrows and gave Gladys an unimpressed look. “Have I ever given you a compliment that I didn’t mean?” She was fake nice with so many people, and in the beginning she was fake nice with Gladys too, but as their knitting sessions progressed, she had to admit that she became more honest with the girl. No fake niceness or fake compliments. Plus, this was Gilderoy Lockhart they were talking about. Of course Gladys was better looking than him! Who would ever think otherwise?!

Gladys’ sudden shock was amusing, and Greer had to admit, it was nice to have the girl’s hand on her ass. More than she would have anticipated. She knew she should have stepped back and just let the two of them laugh it all off as an inappropriate joke, but Gladys was pretty. Gorgeous, even, and she came to this party with open eyes, hoping she could find someone to hook up with to get that Black girl out of her head once and for all. Why couldn’t it be with Gladys just because they were on good terms in general? The girl seemed to be enjoying herself with her ass, too, so why deny some fun from the both of them, right?

Gladys scoffed, almost offended that Greer even implied that she wasn’t a good singer. “Excuse me…I’m great. I sing…so good.” she slurred, taking a sip from her cup and pointing it at her. “Maybe not so good after drinking…or maybe better. But I was singing before I drank too much so you missed out on a great show.” Maybe it wasn’t her greatest performance but normally she did have a decent voice.

She nodded in agreement which was probably thanks to the alcohol since snogging random people wasn’t something she usually did. She looked over Greer though, who was super into kissing girls and was looking for a girl to kiss. Gladys was a girl who was super into the idea of being kissed. She tried to not let her mind wander towards fake scenarios that could never happen like it always did and tried to stay focused.

When Greer asked who it was that she wouldn’t mind kissing and she let her head loll from side to side as she considered it, humming as she did so. As her head was tilted to the side her eyes found Gilderoy across the room and she couldn’t help the giggle the passed her lips as she checked him out. “Weeeeell I mean you…you said you didn’t wanna talk about him. But god he looks so pretty over there. And his ass looks amaaazing.” 

„You know…” Greer said slowly, grinning in amusement at Gladys’ excuses and explanations. How was she so amusing and pushed a lot other bad mood out of the way, she didn’t know „You don’t sound too convincing,”Greer teased the other girl. „Maybe next time I won’t miss the show and I candraw my own conclusion of it.”

Greer followed Gladys’ gaze as the girl spoke, but evenbefore she laid eyes on the person, she knew who the other girl was talkingabout. And surprise, surprise… it was Gilderoy Lockhart! She visibly, painfullyrolled her eyes and let out a long, loud groan. „Are you kidding with me, Gludgeon?”she asked, frustration seeping through every spoken word. „I thought we’ve alreadywent over this.”

Greer stepped in front of Gladys, blocking the view ofGilderoy Lockhart completely and she put both of her hands on either sides ofthe girl’s shoulders. „Listen to me you dummy. You look so much better thanhim, you hear me? You’re like this high,” she said, raising her hands on a facelevel, „and he’s somewhere down the ground, so just forget about him already. Youcan do so much better than him. Plus,” she added, because honestly, her ego wasgreatly bruised that Lockhart’s ass was complimented and hers wasn’t, „if youwant a really good ass, mine is so much better than his. Just saying.” And justto make her point perfectly clear, she stepped closer, took one of Gladys’hands and placed it on her ass. Because demonstration was the best way to makesure Gladys had no doubt about the truth of her words. „See?” she asked with a coysmile on her face.

[ @greernotdear· ]

Narcissa had spotted Greer a few times throughout the night and most of the time she was either drinking, causing trouble with Evan or both. She desperately wanted to talk to her but she wasn’t sure when there would be a good moment to do it. She didn’t want to force or rush things, of course Greer had a right to be upset but Narcissa really wanted her friend back. 

At a moment where Greer and Evan were separated, she decided to make her move. Luckily she had a few drinks in her so that made it a little easier to approach. With one drink in hand she used her free hand to tap Greer on the shoulder to get her attention. ❝You looked like you could use another drink…❞ she offered the plastic cup with a smile, hoping the girl would take the peace offering.

There were two thoughts that crossed Greer’s mind when NarcissaBlack approached her. The first was that she really should have went with Evanto get another drink. She should have known better than to give an opening forthe Black girl to come and try to talk to her, though she hoped the otherwouldn’t try it, not after she made it clear during the Black Gala that shedidn’t want anything to do with her. And the second one was that she really wantedto punch someone. Or something. She just wanted to feel the pain of her knucklesthat came with a good, strong punch.

She tilted her head. Maybe throwing the drink into Black’sface would work as well. It wouldn’t be as satisfying as the punch and thepain, but it would still be nice, seeing the other’s hair and face and clothesdripping in whatever sticky alcohol she brought to her. For a second shepictures the entire scene in front of her eyes, but when she reached for thecup with a stern, emotionless expression, she just… couldn’t do it. She wasmad, but somehow not mad enough to do it. She still cared enough not to want toembarrass the other girl, and she hated herself for it, but what can you do, right?

amycus-harrowed:

Amycus grumbled as the bed shifted and grew underneath him. They should’ve just fucking thought of that in the first place honestly. All the booze (and in his case, emotions) had obviously gone straight to his head. He buried his face in Alecto’s shoulder until the bed settled and Greer finally joined them.

He’d hardly paid attention to the two girls’ bantering as his mind whirred away trying to concoct some sort of plan to get Al confessing everything. Likely she’d cave if he asked but that was too easy and he desperately needed distraction. Thinking about ways to tease his sister beat the hell out of thinking of the vacant guarded look on his best friend’s face. Rodolphus hadn’t even let Am touch him. No. No, think of anything but that. Greer had already seen him cry once today.

“Y’know Greer, the only thing nicer than her legs is her ass.” He mumbled as he braced himself for an elbow to the cut and possibly a kick to the groin from his twin.

‘ One and Two would appreciate it- the compliment. Even if they’d eat Chips if he’d get really close to them, so I say watch out for that.’ Alecto didn’t bother to name her snakes more than this due different reasons: she thought that they looked like numbers when she first saw them so it was enough for her. ‘ They even tried to eat my pillow once, it’s fun.’

She wasn’t surprised when Greer came up with yet another ingenious idea and it made Alecto remember just how much she didn’t think about magic through the day and for her actions:for someone born with magic she truly had barely initiative. When Greer first commented about her legs, she found it amusing and just rolled her eyes. But, then her brother commented.

And Alecto stiffened into his arms at his words: he bloody knew it. Of course he did, it wasn’t like she could ever hide something from him- the only thing was that it alarmed her, him knowing, almost like it made the whole situation real. And it scared the hell out of her. ‘ Is my body the good night lullaby now?’ She mumbled, sounding amused as she sligthly shifted closer towards Amy though not to touch Greer as she made herself comfortable.

”Oh hell no, they’re not eating Chips!” Greer replied immediately. She called her hamster a dick, she sulked about the hamster not loving her, she might have put him at the bottom of the list when it came to her loving her pets, but she did love Chips and just like with every other pet of hers, she would kill for that idiot hamster. „I still think they’re cute, but they’re not coming anywhere near him. Or any of my babies, for that matter.”

Greer’s eyebrows rose in the dark, even though neither of the twins could possibly see that. She turned to her side and propped herself up onto her forearm and look where she kind of saw two silhouettes lying in the bed next two her (her eyes still needed time to get used to the dark so she barely saw anything.

Gladys jumped as she watched Greer throwing her glass onto the floor, watching it smash and shatter apart into pieces. She whipped her head around to see if there were any onlookers watching the destruction take place. She didn’t want to laugh because this was her friends stuff that she was breaking but with the help of the alcohol Gladys couldn’t deny how amusing it was to watch.

“Fiiiine we can talk about the party. Did you hear me and Reggie singing karaoke? That was great!” she giggled as she thought back to it and how much she enjoyed herself up there with Reginald.

“As a matter of fact no, I have not snogged anyone yet. I mean the nights still young though who knows what will happen.” she shrugged her shoulders and took a long sip of her drink, leaning her head back as she got closer to the bottom of the cup. “How about you? Scoping out any hotties to put the moves on?”

Greer thought back if she actually paid attention to those people who were attempting to karaoke. She couldn’t really remember anyone who was even mildly acceptable, and she definitely couldn’t remember Gladys being up there and singing, but she was curious. She never heard Gladys sing before, but whether she was really good or really bad, Greer was sure it would have been a good show. ”Naah, I missed that. I didn’t know you could sing. Are you actually good or you just think you’re good and the only reason people enjoyed the show was because it was so bad?”

”That’s a shame, snogging is always a fun way to kill a party,” Greer said. She shook her head and the thought that she needed to have a drink crossed her mind. ”Not yet, unfortunately, but like you said, the night is young.” Both of them were really attractive, beautiful girls, it was a true wonder how neither of them found anyone cute to make out or hook up with, and then Greer thought of something and she looked Gladys up and down and… but no. That would be crazy.

She shook her head and instead threw one arm over the other girl’s shoulder and slowly turned Gladys around. „I mean, this only means we’re going to have to wingwoman each other. See anyone to your liking? Anyone you wouldn’t mind smooching?”

Amycus let himself rock with the force of her hit, wincing even as he accepted the pain. He deserved this, he deserved every fucking second someone hit him for Rodolphus because god fucking knows his best friend wouldn’t do it even if Amycus had ruined everything and what had happened to the stability he’d gained back fighting Evan? That had only been an hour ago, two tops, and everything had resumed falling out from underneath him. 

Then Greer was hugging him. The second hug he’d gotten today, both terribly unexpected. First Damocles and now Greer and Amycus– Amycus couldn’t fucking do this any more. He clung to his friend, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and began to sob. 

Greer wondered for a second if Alecto had felt the same awkwardness when she was comforting her not so long ago in that dark alley, but she herself sure as hell felt extremely awkward in that moment. She was not a hugger, the furthest she usually went with comforting was patting somebody on the head and telling them that it was going to be alright. But then again, he probably didn’t notice anything from her awkwardness, he was more occupied with his pain.

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

[to Lecto]: Morning! When you and Am get up, there’ll be food in the kitchen, I went out to clear the air.

[to Lecto]: Hope it wasn’t too bad sleeping in my bed ;)

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[to Lecto - unsent]: Sometimes I wonder what we really are.

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text

[to Baby ♥]: so I know things were kind of said in the heat of the battle and all of that

[to Baby ♥]: but I just wanted you to know that I meant every word of it

[to Baby ♥]: I love you, Lecto. I really do.

[to Baby ♥]: just needed to make sure you knew that.

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

[to Baby ♥]: hope you have a good night sleep 

[to Baby ♥]: miss you sleeping next to me, though

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

[to Lecto]: what are you even talking about?

[to Lecto]: don’t ever doubt yourself! of course you can fucking do it, Lecto!

[to Lecto]: you can do anything! 

send ✕ for of course fucking not text

[to Baby ♥]: wtf no?

[to Baby ♥]: I didn’t empty the garbage can onto the floow, why would I do that?

[to Baby ♥]: oh fuck, it was one of the dogs, wasn’t it?

send ✂ for a fucking lying text

[to Baby ♥]: no, I didn’t drink the last bit of milk 

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

[to Baby ♥]: I mean, sure I could have skipped the kicking in the teeth and all the blood, but what is the fun in that Lecto? srsly, I just don’t get why everyone just turned into such a crybaby about it, it’s not like I kicked in the dark lord’s teeth. now that would have been a mess but this? this was just a fun little display of passion. come on, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it!!!

send ♋ for a fucking sext

[to Baby ♥]: I am sitting in the tub.

[to Baby ♥]: All alone.

[to Baby ♥]: Dripping wet.

[to Baby ♥]: Missing you.

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

[to Lecto]: yes, Am, she is amazing. why are you asking what I think of Lecto in five different ways exactly?

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[to Lecto]: i ontd kn o weher e r o

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[to AngryFace - unsent]: why did you have to choose him?

[to AngryFace - unsent]: why wasn’t I good enough?

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

[to AngryFace]: ok, so… first of all, I am still angry and I am still very much hurt, which is still going to be there for a while, don’t think it won’t. like, i still have you listed as AngryFace in my phone and that is not going to change and until I change that, I will feel it too, but I just wanted to say that I had some time to… somewhat cool off, and I still don’t understand why you would ever choose that idiot, honestly, but you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. I didn’t say anything about him to anyone and i don’t plan to. i am not gonna be a dick about it, so like… you can count on me or something.

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[to AngryFace]: ddii yuo no im ovd on ??

[to AngryFace]: i tas s ooooooooooo god

amycus-harrowed:

Amycus looked up from muttering sweet nothings into Pepper’s ear to catch the way Alecto stared at Greer like the other girl had hung the moon. Interesting. Unexpected, but unwelcome. Alecto could certainly do a lot worse. And Greer couldn’t possibly do any better. No one could. It’d get Greer over Cissa, at least, and on to someone that could actually like her back. 

The wheels of his mind began churning, eager for any sort of distraction from Rodolphus or his father. No wonder Al had called dibs on the middle. Oh, he was going to tease her endlessly the minute they got back home. He swallowed down a smirk and gave each of the dogs a final kiss on the head.

“So glad I can claim the title of being the only man in your bed,” he teased Greer as he moved to flop down on the other side of Alecto and wrap his arms around her waist. “Suppose it even makes me forgive you for not letting me sleep with the puppies.”

Alecto froze when Greer turned around and locked her eyes with her- it wasn’t better when  the other threw her  a smile and it made her once again curse herself. Why was she like this? She huffed under her breath as she nodded absently and looked absently at the bunny not far away from her. She liked seeing it hopping around, wiggling it tail in happiness almost like  it was a dog as well. It almost made the numbess in Alecto fade away as she watched the puffiness rolling around the room.

‘ Alright, then no  new hamsters.’ she shrugged her shoulders. ‘ I’ll borrow you one of my snakes to make Chips feel a little scared, heard that anxiety makes animals develop as well. ‘ Because everybody already knew dark times made a human develop, made them more powerful or more shattered. Mostly the latter.  She let her head drop onto one of the pillows and bit the inside her of cheek as she did so. It was harder than she thought.

Alecto relaxed when Amycus wrapped his arm around her waist and she leaned against him, letting her eyes pervert from a spot on the cover to look up at Greer who was probably going to join. Fuck, it was a terrible idea to call the middle. 

“I guess that is a method I would be willing to try, thanks,“ Greer nodded at Alecto’s offer with a small chuckle. To some people’s surprise, she didn’t have even one deadly animal among her pets, and all of her other pets were delightful and cute and kind and so Chips never had to deal with anyone frightening him (unless you count her family, who didn’t really appreciate any of her pets), so a snake might help a bit, especially if Greer came in just at the right time to save the dick hamster. “Plus, your snakes are cool.“

She was sitting at the end of the bed as she watched both Amycus and Alecto climb into her bed and once again she wondered how were they even going to sleep in the same bed just the three of them and then she realized that there was such an easy solution to it and felt dumb that she didn’t think about it before. She quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed her wand from the nightstand where she usually kept it and pointed the thing at the bed. She muttered a charm and the bed widened beneath the twins.  “That’s better.” It wasn’t the biggest bed still, but at least they wouldn’t have to spend the entire night elbowing each other.

It had been a while since the other started crying and Alecto hold onto her; it was like she could actually feel the other’s pain: something it only happened when she saw Amycus cry, even if in most of the causes Amycus was the one to fuck up, compared to Greer’s situation that only happened without her doing something for it. Alecto felt shattered and she didn’t do anything.So why the hell she felt shattered holding the other into her arms and feeling her cry into her arms?

She let out a breath she didn’t knew she was holding when the other stepped away, shaking her head at the other. ‘ You have nothing to apologize about.’ the older girl quickly pointed out and turned her head, looking at the girl who was still there, shaking from the previous hexes the two had given her; she had even forgot about her. Usuallly, Alecto would love to fuck someone’s lif,e but right now? She felt nothing. There was no pleasure.

The other kicked the girl and she had to bit her cheek instead of commenting, she nodded ligthly. ‘ If you think  it’s for any use, I’ll let you finish her.’ she gestured at the blonde, even if she didn’t even touch her more than just once; Greer seemed like she needed it. Within Alecto’s eyes it couldn’t be seen pity- it was understanding; it wasn’t something unclear into the way her eyes gleamed. ‘ I think you’ve earned it.’

However she didn’t say she’d touch her, she leaned and took the necklace off the other brutally, looking at it with a slight turn of her head. ‘Ah, this is pretty at least.’

Alecto did say she had nothing to apologize for, though Greer didn’t exactly agree with that, but still, she was grateful that her friend said that and that she was still here and supporting her. She could have easily just walked away and left here there to broke down all to herself. It probably would have gone so much worse that way and she would still be on the floor, sobbing her eyes out, and that wouldn’t be pretty. At least thanks to Lecto, she could get herself together now.

She also knew that the Slytherin girl let her have the finishing because she wanted her to feel better and because Lecto felt like she needed it more and probably felt sorry for her too after seeing the way she broke down, but she didn’t disagree. She actually needed it. “Thanks,” she said looking into Alecto’s eyes and holding the other girl’s gaze to make sure that the other girl knew that this wasn’t just a simple thanks. It was for everything she’s done for her so far that day, that she’s been there for her. Greer only hoped it actually came through and Alecto understood what she was trying to say.

She stepped closer and touched the necklace for a second and raised her eyebrow at it before she said, “it’s not even close to how pretty you are, Lecto. Don’t lower your standards for a fucking mudblood.” She looked up at her friend and smiled at her. “You deserve so much better jewelry than some worthless, ugly mudblood necklace.”

And then she stepped away and turned her focus on the blondie. She really was pretty and it was a shame she had to be a fucking mudblood. But she was, there no turning it around or forgetting it, and Greer raised her wand at the girl and without any hesitation or guilt or second thought, she sent an Avada Kedavra at the girl. She should feel honored by how she could go out and die. At least her death had some kind of meaning, even if the rest of her life didn’t.

Amycus wanted to say that they were still best friends, that Rodolphus would always be his best friend, but… they probably weren’t any more, were they? Amycus had probably gone and fucking wrecked that as well. He hunched in on himself, absolutely fucking miserable. Fuck he really wanted to cry. But he’d made it this far without a single tear. Maybe he could avoid that embarrassment all together?

“Of course he deserved a conversation, he deserved to not get dumped at all, he deserved—” better. Amycus could be better, he could, if he could just, if he could just see another way but this out of the hole he’d dug himself. “I’d never be able to get the words out. I’d just— I’d look at him and the thought of watching him hurt, of hurting him, drove me fucking crazy, and I couldn’t– I can’t— just stand there any watch him fall apart without wanting to make it better. But I can’t make it better, because I don’t know what to do.”

Am was miserable, Greer could easily tell and as angry as she was at him, she still couldn’t stay like that and keep yelling at him because he probably caused a lot more pain to himself than anything she could say or do right now. It would be like kicking a puppy while he’s down. She scratched her forehead looking down, not really knowing what to do, how to handle this because she really wasn’t good at comforting anyone, especially not when she thought the other person made a huge mistake on so many levels it was hard to count, but Am didn’t get any further with that being thrown into his face.

Gladys would consider herself more of a social drinker if anything. She enjoyed the taste of certain drinks but unless she was at a party such as this one, she didn’t much care for any of it. It was mostly just to let loose and have fun which is what a party was all about anyway. 

Greer’s reaction to seeing her was a good sign that she wasn’t upset so Gladys was relieved about that. “Hey, hey look. I did a lot of yelling over those few days okay? It doesn’t mean you won it just means…I didn’t wanna keep screaming.” she replied, pointing her finger at the other girl because she  knew that even if it was a competition, she did not lose. “But I’m glad you’re not mad I got a little worried about it. I just am…very passionate about Gilderoy…speaking of, do you think he’s here?” she asked turning her head around excitedly as she tried to see if she could spot him anywhere.

“Sorry, sorry I’m just going to forget about him right now. Tell me about how your break has been! I missed getting to hang out with you.”

Greer never would actually say it out loud, but Gladys was one of those people outside of her usual circle whom she actually somewhat tolerated. Maybe even liked. She was definitely the only one who was fun in the Knitting Club and she enjoyed their usual weekly time together, and somehow, she did not irritate her currently like most people at this party did. Which was definitely a surprise, because she wanted to just punch at least half the people here right now. She didn’t have a specific reason for it, but she never needed one either.