NEW YORK CITY, IT RAINS

                  he’s right.   the cold seeps through robes and clings to bare knees underneath,   the skirt of her uniform blowing with the direction of the wind,   and she does not fail to notice his own discomfort with their predicament.   ‘   ha ha.   ’   if looks can kill,   the one she shoots him now ought to do the trick.   it softens,   though,   when what she perceives to be a GENIUS idea pops into her head,   lips rounding,   head tilting.   ‘   …   shouldn’t we at least do something to keep warm?   ’

     “ you’re doing me a real solid here. ”  as if to accentuate the point there is a scream that follows, heavy footfalls rushing across creaking floorboards upstairs.  “ you can kick out the neighbour kids if you want  –––  they’re not your problem. just give ‘em a kick in the ass and they’ll fuck off. i should be back by one. ”  

                 dylan knows.   rhett knows.   dylan knows that rhett knows.   him and his men must watch the news like hawks   -   they’ll have a special feature,   then,   on the television.   MISSING PRESIDENT’S KID TURNS TWENTY YEARS OLD  AS THE PRESSURE TO FIND HIM INCREASES NATIONALLY.   will he acknowledge it?   will either of them acknowledge it?   when rhett comes down the stairs,   dylan simply stays on his back,   on the floor.   ‘   thought you wouldn’t come today.   ’   (   rhett reinhardt   ;  @missedtrains.   )

                 so,   their team fucking sucks.   there’s not really one to redeem the other,   but for some reason,   dylan’s not all that stressed   -   maybe it has to do with tyler,   the taller blond,   the one with the golden smile and the eyes that crinkle at the corners when he throws his head back and laughs.   he has a way,   not only of calming down the room,   but of making dylan out of all people almost intimidated to approach him.   ‘   -   …   whose theory are you going with?   ’   (   tyler naslund   ;   @missedtrains.   )

                don’t teachers have anything better to talk about?   like   -   filing taxes?   adulting?   anything that doesn’t involve being giant pains?   her fingers graze thick bark and she closes her dewy eyes,   as if opening them will directly result in aragog appearing from a thick grove.   professor booker will be teaching her next year. as far as first impressions go,   this one must be splendid.   ‘   i think it’s cruel and unusual punishment,   an’ that it’s not gonna’ hold up in any court of law,   muggle or not.   ’

                 rosie is so spectacularly unafraid.   they’ll have to fight shadows and the security threat will be high especially when the calling card goes out.   she wishes she had half of her best friend’s guts,   but she’s worried.   (   and not for herself   ).   ‘   -   …   i overheard him in the hallway,   talking about you.   i shouldn’t tell you this,   but   -   …   he’s thinking of getting you and liam expelled,  rosie.   he knows we’ve got our suspicions set on him and he thinks you two are the easiest to   -   …   you know.   i’m scared.   ’

                 rosie’s got a point,   not that emma is particularly keen on admitting it.   she wills her shoulders to relax under a familiar hand hold and allows a small concession.   ‘   you’re right.   -   i just think…   what if we’re rushing this?   what if mister kamoshida has a change of heart on his own,   without us intervening?   ’

            ‘   i know you’re excited about this,   but we need to be careful.   it’s delicate.   didn’t you hear what morgana said   ?   if we’re not careful,   we could do more than just change somebody’s heart.   we could cause them to completely lose their mind,   have a mental shutdown.   this is serious,   rosie.   ’   (   rosie fosser   ;   @missedtrains​.   )

                ‘   this is so messed up.   ’   the detention part?   no,   she saw that coming the minute she solicited sex from her professor in the middle of class in front of all the other students and refused to open her textbook when it was denied,   but there’s nothing fine about giving your student a detention in a place called the forbidden forest.   and so,   she clings to a tree for dear life.   ‘   is this legal?   ’   (   wyatt booker   ;   @missedtrains.   )