bad reputation

So this is what it felt like when time was against you. People on the streets passed by too slowly, and the sun set far too quickly. As soon as you felt warm, the moon was overhead, and the clock was reminding you that this silver hour, a sliver after midnight, was no longer a sign of longevity but a marker of another day dead. 

Maybe he was being dramatic, but Jarrett doubted it. As much as he wanted to get on with the rest of his life, he knew that this was the last summer in which he could simply enjoy life. He had no obligations (save the supplies list shoved deeply in his pocket). This was a summer of pure want, and while he had certainly made a few memories, he never wanted it to end. One morning, he decided to go to Paris. He rode a Muggle train across the Channel, hopped off, spoke broken French (and even that was kind), and fell asleep by the Seine (only to be woken up by a homeless wanderer at 3am). The day after, he took the Flu to James’ house, convinced Jonah to join, and made the marvelous decision to mingle alcohol and quaffles. 

Today, he wanted to explore. He’d taken off into the heart of London, intent on dragging someone into his adventures across the capital. Stranger, friend, he didn’t really care. He wanted to be a part of the culture that had lost him his home and inheritance, and he wanted to enjoy it. He wanted to forget that he was graduating this year, that afterwards he had to put his life on course based upon need rather than desire. 

The thought churned his stomach, and Jarrett made up for it by stepping up onto the bridge railing. It was a thirty foot drop to his right and a four foot step back to civilization to his left. He stepped forward, reveling in being on the cusp of something. Then he caught eye of neon yellow, a blob that was content with moseying through the crowd until someone was standing head and torso above it. Jarrett took to running along the railing, dodging columns with a light step until reaching the end of the bridge. He assimilating with the crowd, making a path of his own. Tourists cleared out of his way one by one, but there was someone with a paper in their hand and their eyes upon the cityscape. Jarrett’s shoulder clipped theirs, and without thinking, he grabbed their hand, tugging them along with him. 

“C’mon, keep up!” he urged, ducking into a side alley. 

NAME: 🍆🍆🍆RINGTONE: I Knew You Were TroubleTEXT: 

[ 09:24 ] I know you aren’t awake yet, so I’m just going to pretend that you’re responding, alright?[ 09:24 ] Oi, Jimmy. I need to borrow ten galleons. [ 09:25 ] “Sure, Jarrett. Anything for my best friend.”[ 09:25 ] Always knew I could count on you. [ 09:25 ] Thanks for not asking why I need it. [ 09:26 ] “I don’t need to know. I respect your privacy.” [ 09:26 ] Who knew you were so thoughtful this early in the morning? [ 09:26 ] I’ll just let myself to the change you keep hidden in that old chocolate frog box, and you can give me the rest at breakfast. [ 09:27 ] Sweet dreams, princess.  

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NAME: Victoire-ia’s SecretRINGTONE: Milkshake by KelisTEXT: 

[ 00:32 ] Date was a total flop. [ 00:32 ] You’re supposed to warn me before I make terrible mistakes.[ 00:33 ] She insisted I take my shoes off when I entered her dorm[ 00:33 ] and then she proceeded to SUCK. ON. MY. TOE. [ 00:33 ] You know what’s worse than someone sucking your toe?[ 00:34 ] Someone thinking it’s a good idea to BITE IT. [ 00:34 ] You owe me at least three bottles of whiskey to drown this memory.

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