* 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 / 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 !

draco   had   leaned   back   into   the   chair   ,   his   blue   eyes   wide   as   he   watched   her   in   complete   and   utter   confusion   .   was   he   –   did   he   –   –      did   he   find   this   attractive?   this   is   soon   drowned   out   almost   entirely   ,   unable   to   find   the   powerful   inner   voice   that   always   seemed   to   guide   him   .   now   ,   he   was   left   practically   speechless   .   “   but   i   –   i   remember   it   .   ”   his   attempt   at   defense   is   stopped-short   ,   he   was   no   longer   using   his   anger   as   a   priority   to   try   and   prove   a   point   .   in   fact   ,   the   malfoy   boy   was   listening   –   and   LISTENING   CLOSELY   .   “   what   happened   the   other   night?   ”   his   voice   teeters   on   the   grounds   of   demanding   ,   hopelessly   looking   for   any   answers   that   would   pertain   to   what   memories   he   seemed   to   be   lacking   .   “   i   woke   up   here   yesterday   –   i   don’t   –   i   don’t   remember   .   honest   .   ”   there’s   a   noticeable   genuineness   to   his   words   ,   leaning   ahead   to   show   that   he   was   intently   looking   to   hermione   for   the   answers   .

there’s   an   echo   of   silence   that   falls   on   him   ,   his   eyes   watching   curiously   as   the   tears   began   to   spill   from   them   .   he   had   never   done   well   with   stuff   like   this   and   it   had   knowingly   hit   a   nerve   withtin   laurie   .   his   lips   twitched   anxiously   ,   allowing   a   held   exhale   to   finally   release   itself.   “   i   do   not   remember   any   of   that   .   it   all   feels   fuzzy   –   i   just   remember   leaving   for   europe,   the   entire   lot   of   you   not   wanting   anything   to   do   with   me.   the   last   time   i   saw   jo   –   i   –   ”   oh   god   .   he   had   completely   lost   his   cool   over   the   ring   on   her   finger,   it   now   seemed   to   dawn   on   him   why   she   had   put   up   such   an   argument   over   the   notion   .   hands   rubbing   his   forehead   nervously   ,   laurie’s   dark   curls   had   fallen   across   his   face   ,      shadowing   the   disgust   with   himself   that   seemed   to   hold   itself   present   on   each   and   every   feature   .   “   why   do   i   not   remember   that?   should   that   not   be   something   i   remember?   ”   he   states,   defeat   evident   .   “   this   place   –   it   makes   me   feel   so   weird   –   so   displaced   .   ”

  jessica  looks  at  the  drink  in  front  of  her,  picking  up  the  glass  and  downing  the  shot.  before  even  speaking  to  the  other,  she  motions  the  bartender  over  and  request  another  drink.  ❝  oh,  we  haven’t  met.  i’m  jessica.  don’t  think  you  know  me  but  i  know  about  you.  ❞  toothy  grin  forms  on  the  vampire’s  lips,  flashing  a  smile  full  of  fake  niceness.

                    he  peeks  up  at  her  when  she  talks  about  her  life  before  here  .  a  hint  of  a  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  dallas’  features  ,  picturing  meg  trying  to  shove  her  way  through  crowds  to  make  sure  she  was  near  the  center  ,  although  he  was  curious  as  to  why  she  wouldn’t  be  the  center  of  attention  .  ‘‘  what  ,  being  beautiful  wasn’t  enough  for  people  back  then  ?  couldn’t  appreciate  the  face  ?  had  to  have  the  riches  on  top  of  that  ?  ’’  he  asked  ,  tilting  his  head  to  the  side  as  he  leaned  against  the  frame  that  separated  the  kitchen  from  the  rest  of  the  house  .  not  that  he  didn’t  understand  the  necessity  of  money  -  he  grew  up  in  just  the  same  ideologies  .  hell  ,  he  had  to  sell  drugs  to  get  through  the  week  ,  stealing  bread  in  hopes  to  have  something  to  eat  one  night  since  he  had  been  on  his  own  since  he  was  released  from  prison  .  multiple  things  that  he  was  trying  to  avoid  telling  meg  .  he  was  lucky  that  she  was  even  here  ,  hopefully  unaware  of  the  company  he  had  the  night  prior  .  pushing  himself  off  the  wall  ,  he  leaned  against  the  top  of  the  fridge  with  a  chuckle  echoing  around  the  quiet  home  .  chin  rested  on  the  top  of  his  forearms  ,  he  watches  as  she  reaches  around  to  grab  anything  but  the  beer  that  was  making  itself  known  by  being  front  &  center  .  ‘‘  aren’t  we  supposed  to  live  like  we  know  ?  ’’  he  asked  ,  unaware  of  how  sad  it  sounded  as  he  helped  close  the  door  .  ‘‘  omelet  is  fine  ,  meg  .  i’m  not  picky  —-  as  you  can  see  .  i’m  the  one  who  told  you  not  to  worry  about  it  .  ’’  he  mused  ,  rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  nervously  .

eloise smiled, wondering if she had just found a new friend and future patron. “well, i’ve always been quite fond of mysteries. i’m thinking of writing about a clever woman who solves all the tougher mysteries the police can’t solve. she solves them in secret by leaving the police messages and codes to find their culprit. she becomes a sort of rogue detective. i don’t know, does that sound interesting? i’ve never actually entertained the idea of publishing since it wasn’t allowed back home.”

“I’d heard some theories about what happens when you die, but this? This never came up.” It seemed too good at times, which she imagined would work perfectly for the people who truly deserved to be there. It seemed not everyone thought they were good enough to be there, which put into question why everything seemed so perfect, but somehow felt off. “I used to be. I let my reading slip the last few years. I was one of those people who kept buying books faster than I could get through them. I’d just made a promise to myself not to buy a new book until I read at least twenty of the ones I had right before I ended up here. It was weird timing. Were you? A big reader before?”

                    she  had  just  rested  in  the  spot  ,  comfortably  leaned  back  as  she  was  dedicated  to  her  own  book  .  a  re  -  read  of  alice  in  wonderland  ,  a  book  she  had  opened  upon  entering  the  good  place  &  finding  nothing  but  intrigue  in  the  characters  .  a  talking  caterpillar  ,  which  became  more  worrisome  when  she  researched  what  a  caterpillar  was  on  earth  .  she  didn’t  answer  the  other  right  away  ,  peeking  up  from  her  book  once  she  finished  her  paragraph  with  a  slight  smile  on  her  lips  .  ‘‘  apologies  ,  didn’t  want  to  lose  my  place  .  ’’  she  apologized  ,  gently  putting  her  novel  down  as  she  scanned  the  small  nook  that  she  was  situated  in  .  ‘‘  i  can’t  —–  seem  to  see  it  .  would  you  mind  telling  me  the  title  ?  or  the  colours  the  cover  has  ?  ’’

                    her  heart  began  to  skip  when  jules  scooted  closer  –  even  though  it  was  not  unusual  .  from  an  outsiders  perspective  ,  jules  was  showing  interest  ,  but  to  beth  ,  she  was  just  looking  for  some  friendly  comfort  .  not  only  was  beth  trying  to  figure  out  her  own  sexual  identity  ,  but  having  to  wonder  what  other  people  were  interested  in  or  where  their  line  was  -  it  was  beginning  to  get  stressful  to  the  young  woman  .  she  wasn’t  the  type  that  was  used  to  being  of  interest  to  any  eyes  ,  she  would  tuck  herself  away  &  allow  her  sisters  to  be  in  the  spotlight  ,  a  place  she  was  never  comfortable  in  .  looking  over  at  jules  ,  she  let  a  shy  smile  begin  to  tug  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  ,  leaning  over  to  poke  her  nose  back  in  retaliation  .  ‘‘  never  quite  understood  how  you  could  be  a  night  owl  .  suppose  just  how  i  was  raised  .  it’s  surprising  if  you  see  me  awake  past  nine  in  the  evening  ,  i’m  still  recovering  from  that  new  years  dance  .  i  enjoy  sunrises  ,  though  -  they  are  absolutely  beautiful  to  watch  .  possibly  we  could  watch  one  ,  one  time  ?  ’’  eyes  focus  on  her  fingers  that  are  picking  at  a  loose  thread  on  her  cardigan  as  she  asks  her  question  ,  stomach  flipping  uncomfortably  as  she  waited  for  the  answer  .  ‘‘  oh  ,  quite  sure  it  is  just  a  phase  .  next  time  i  see  you  downtown  ,  i’m  sure  you’ll  have  vanilla  froyo  on  your  chin  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  soft  smile  ,  not  continuing  to  push  but  her  eyes  showing  her  worry  as  she  finally  allows  them  to  connect  with  jules’  .

animal crossing new horizons sentence starters pt. 2.

@holyghvsts​ -  “ it’s always a treat, just getting to talk with you! “ ( anna & jules ! )

“ trust me, the feeling is mutual. ” anna exclaims as she dashes in front of jules. a stream of laughter flows from her lips as she twirls around, the beautiful dress she has onㅡwhich jules picked out for herㅡswishing in cadence.

the bedhead, tired eyes and tightly pulled lips that anna had on earlier today due to a bad night of sleep is nowhere to be found. “ we should do these… ‘ makeovers ’ more often. ” the girl says with a firm nod. she licks her lips slightly, for the word that she just picked up from jules still has a foreign feel. but anna quickly shrugs the sensation off, because she knows, like every other new thing she has come across here in the afterlife, she’ll get used to it soon.

“   you   must   be   here   for   book   club   ,   are   you   ?   ”   sabrina   questions   ,   glancing   over   her   shoulder   .   eager   lying   gesturing   to   the   seat   beside   her   ,   the   large   stack   of   books   resting   on   the   table   while   two   copies   rest   on   the   lap   of   her   orange   and   yellow   tweed   dress   .   it’s   apparent   that   the   two   are   the   first   to   arrive   ,   with   sabrina   having   joined   the   table   nearly   an   hour   previously   ,   her   carefully   organized   textbook   littered   with   past   meeting   reports   .   “   which   book   did   you   bring   ?   ”   she   questions   ,   allowing   the   front   of   her   book   to   be   seen   .   “   i   brought   the   phantom   tollbooth   .   it’s   a   kids   book   ,   but   it’s   so   enjoyable   .   ” @selectedhq-starters·

he   had   often   found   himself   in   confrontational   situations   ,   whether   it   be   home   or   school   ,   he   was   a   natural   magnet   for   such   things   .   so   he   inhaled   sharply   ,   opening   his   mouth   to   retort   pack   aggressively   –   and   instead   ,   his   entire   mouth   went   dry   ,   leaving   the   man   completely   speechless   .   staring   at   the   woman   in   shock   of   his   own   body’s   actions   ,   and   practically   cursing   it   for   allowing   such   a   thing   to   happen   under   these   circumstances   .      "   i   don’t   know   what   you’re   even   talking   about   !   “   draco   had   found   his   voice   ,   although   it   was   much   shriller   than   usual   .   ”   what   chance   ?   what   are   you   even   going   on   about   ?   it’s   been   years   since   i’ve   even   seen   you   .   you   die   in   a   tri-wizard   cup   and   suddenly   everyone   things   you’re   a   coward   –   you’re   going   on   like   a   sphinx   ,   complete   nonsense   .   why   did   you   even   come   over   ?   to   make   fun   of   me   ?   fork   sake   ,   i’ve   heard   enough   .   “   the   upset   is   clear   ,   displayed   across   draco’s   entire   face   like   a   failed   painting   .

hayden  pretends  she  doesn't  hear  hermione  or  see  her  outstretched  hand  ,  instead  focusing  her  attention  on  the  rusty  yellow  cover  of  the  book.  “the  tales  of  beedle  the  bard,"  she  reads  with  squinting  ,  judgmental  eyes.  her  fingers  flip  the  book  open  ,  browsing  its  pages.  if  there  was  a  way  to  make  hayden  even  less  interested  in  books  or  reading  ,  this  hardcover  has  succeeded  in  doing  so.  but  she  attempts  to  hide  this  as  she  glances  back  up  at  the  woman  and  her  lips  turn  up  in  a  smirk.  "i  need  a  favor.”

                    letting  out  a  joyful  laugh  ,  beck  falls  in  step  with  bella  as  they  began  moving  towards  her  home  .  ‘‘  not  that  i’m  not  —-  organized  ,  i  just  feel  more  at  home  while  living  out  of  boxes  ,  you  know  ?  like  i  know  what  is  in  each  box  ,  i’m  organized  in  that  sense  ,  but  i  used  to  live  in  new  york  so  it’s  kind  of  the  vibe  to  live  like  that  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  chuckle  ,  moving  her  hair  out  of  her  face  &  allowing  it  to  fall  over  her  left  shoulder  ,  peeking  down  at  her  new  friend  .  it  was  so  refreshing  to  say  those  words  ;  her  new  friend  .  a  friend  that  wasn’t  desperately  trying  to  make  her  into  someone  she  wasn’t  or  prying  at  her  mood  .  someone  that  was  comfortable  talking  about  books  over  a  bottle  of  wine  ,  laughing  at  the  jokes  that  only  die  hard  book  lovers  would  understand  .  maybe  the  good  place  wasn’t  horrible  .  ‘‘  mostly  ,  yes  !  although  i’m  sure  a  few  of  my  favourites  weren’t  allowed  in  the  good  place  .  i  like  myself  a  good  tragedy  ,  guess  it  goes  along  with  my  mess  of  a  life  .  ’’  she  said  with  a  smirk  on  her  lips  ,  bumping  her  hip  lightly  against  bella’s  as  they  made  their  way  up  the  steps  towards  her  apartment  ,  unlocking  the  door  moments  after  ,  pushing  the  door  open  with  her  butt  .  ‘‘  there  is  no  such  thing  as  too  many  books  .  ’’  she  said  ,  kicking  the  door  shut  behind  them  .  ‘‘  welcome  to  —–  disaster  .  ’’

the girl cocks her head to the side in hesitation, but still chooses to approach the other. “ i was wondering if someone could help me choose what to read next. ” she adds. her turquoise eyes are focused on everywhere else but the person standing in front of her, mesmerized by the stories kept in the shelves. 

when anna realizes a beat too late of where her mind has wandered off to, she scratches the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. “ i’m sorry, there are just so many books ! i don’t think i’ve seen these many books when i was alive…. or dead, i guess ? ” 

“ anyway, i’m pretty much open to anything, so, i would love to get some help, possibly because i’ve been standing in this store for at least an hour now. ” anna asks cautiously while drumming her fingers against each other.

there  is  an  air  of  frustration  that  lingers  around  her  statements  ,  laurie’s  eyes  focused  –  attempting  to  detect  any  lapse  in  meg’s  apology  .  instead  ,  he’s  left  peering  up  with  watery  eyes  and  a  harsh  exhale  leaving  his  lungs  .  "  i  do  not  know  what  you’re  talking  about  .  "  he  exclaims  ,  his  hands  clasped  in  fists  at  his  sides  .  "  i  remember  this  so  plainly  ,  i  refuse  to  allow  this  to  be  a  dream  .  your  family  wished  for  nothing  to  do  with  me  ,  my  letters  went  unanswered  –  i  was  deemed  unwelcome  .  "    his  voice  is  breaking  with  emotion  ,  the  genuine  upset  written  clearly  on  the  man’s  normally  stoic  features  .  "  and  do  you  not  think  i  would  remember  if  jo  had  ever  said  yes  to  me  ?  do  you  not  think  i  would  shout  such  news  from  every  roof  top  ,  i  cannot  bear  to  understand  why  it  would  be  so  cruel  to  bring  this  up  .  is  she  not  engaged  to  another  as  i  do  believe  ?  "  it  was  now  that  he  teetered  on  the  edge  of  the  question  ,  his  outburst  with  jo  over  her  ring  now  seemed  to  be  plausible  .  "  it  does  not  seem  to  be  something  one  would  forget  ,  especially  not  i  .  "