— THORNS.

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      “ your fiancé is a dick, you know. ”

“what did you two argue about this time?” Isabelle replied with a small smirk as she finally looked up her parchment to glance at Arthur.

“you don’t even want to know what i had to do to get us paired off tonight–” smile stretching his lips as he rested against the wall – he had been waiting on her as usual, then again it wasn’t her fault that he was ridiculously punctual, “i’ll take my thank you now –” cheeky smile at his lips, “its been a while, avery – how have you been?” 

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A small smirk appearing upon Isabelle’s lips when she encountered Frank’s figure, she jokingly rolled her eyes at his quips before replying, “Wow, you must have truly suffered, how ever will I repay back my debts?” Folding her arms as she gazed with amusement at the other, she chuckled before replying, “I’ve been doing pretty well, and you?”

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      “ jealous ? “ lucius repeats with a laugh, the comment still as ridiculous when he says it. the thought alone is enough to strike a nerve, the disgust that was usually reserved for arthur obvious in the way his eyes diverted to the side with the shake of his head. “ if anything, i envy that you didn’t succumb to your fleshy desires sooner enough. would have saved myself from the nightly caps we shared.”  

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Honestly, it was amusing to watch Lucius’s reactions to her words, even if she didn’t truly believe what she had said. “What can I say? A girl has needs.” She replied with a chuckle, before reaching out to lightly shove Lucius as amusement rose upon her features as she watched the disgust arise upon his own. “And you say that, but you’re the one who often came onto me after a drink too many, begging me to embrace my inner carnal desires.”

         ❝   me   ?      oh   that   is   old   news   izzy   dear   ,      i   mean   it’s   rather   fun   to   make   boys   jealous   don’t   you   think   ?      they   get   so   delightfully   possessive   .      and   what   better   way   to   do   that   than   to   snog   someone   else   ?   ❞

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Isabelle chuckled at Ellie’s replies as she stepped closer towards the girl, before replying, “Awfully true. It is rather amusing to watch their possessive tendencies come out as they try and claim their woman.”

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Bella just smiled, and untangled the necklace from her friend’s neck. “Mmm. That is true.” She mused, as she stepped away, and back round so that she could actually see her friend’s face. “You’re brave wearing family heirloom’s here. I leave mine at home. No way am I risking them being stolen”

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Isabelle chuckled at Bella’s reply, before adjusting the necklace so the pendant finally sat correctly upon her. “I could have, but this one has sentimental value. It’s not exactly valuable, but it’s always been one of my favourites; which is why I didn’t mind taking it to Hogwarts. But it is extremely old, and impervious to most spells.”

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            ❝   let   it   be   known   that   if   something   scandalous   happened   last   night   ,      i   shall   uncover   it   .      so   you   might   as   well   tell   me   now   ❞

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A coy smirk appearing upon Isabelle’s lips as she glanced at the other she raised an eyebrow as she replied, “Well I’ll spill if you do as well. I’ve heard through the grapevine you had a rather eventful night last night.”

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        an easy smirks graces lucius’ lips at her returned sentiments about hogwarts, inviting himself to close the space between the two so that his voice falls to a mere breathless remark only meant for isabelle to hear.  “- not exactly what i imagined coming from you. though i bet the shame is settling for even considering weasley at the quiddich afterparty. didn’t realize you had a thing for blood traitors.” 

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Leaning against the stone wall, folding her arms as Isabelle examined Lucius’s figure, a small chuckle began to escape her lips at his remarks, unfazed by the derogatory term for Arthur together with his comments. She knew the pair didn’t get along, but it always amused her at the rivalry the two did have. “Is that jealousy I sense Lucius?” She teased before finally stepping closer towards the other, a small smile pulling at her lips.

“bloody hell,” he said in a shaky sigh, tingles shooting down his spine as he felt her breath on his ear. he couldn’t help but feel the excitement course throughout his entire body, his eagerness for her overwhelming. quickly, he stood, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind him as they turned a corner. the area around them was empty, with the music and noise of the party turned to a hushed out tone, thus allowing arthur to caress the girls face again as he trapped her against the the stone of the wall. “you truly are unbelievable, you know that?” he said as he ran the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. 

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Amusement flooded through Isabelle as she examined Arthur’s features, sensing his excitement at their entangled limbs, their close proximity with one another. And probably because she was perhaps being a little more intimate with him than she usually did — (she’d chalk it up to the fact she wasn’t sober), especially in such a public space. A small chuckle escaping her lips as she was dragged from the couch towards the corner, she leaned her figure against the wall, tilting her head back as he began to caress her face, as she breathed slowly out before bringing her face closer towards hers as she whispered, “You’ve told me several times before, but another doesn’t hurt.”

“Of course, yes. I mean well no. If mind if to mean it would bother me, so then I suppose the answer is no.” Delicate hands had already reached out to help the girl, and fingers softly untangled the mess that Beatrice knew would have been too difficult to reach on her own. “All done. Better, yes?”

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Isabelle didn’t know the other girl very well, but she was relieved that the chain was finally untangled from the rest of her robes and hair. “Ah thank you.” She replied, an unusually kind smile flickering upon her features as she examined the Hufflepuff. “It’s Beatrice, isn’t it?” She asked.

—

“Since when do you ever ask for help dear?” Bellatrix smirked, watching her friend struggle for a few more minutes, before she eventually moved around to help her. “You know you could have used magic Issy?”

—

Relieved that it had been Bella and not some other individual, she allowed for a smile to flicker upon her features as she felt Bella finally untangle her necklace from the back of her robes and hair. “I could have, but I was worried I would damage the chain, it’s a family heirloom.” She explained. 

Well — Isabelle was in a rather uncomfortable predicament. “Say, you wouldn’t mind helping me with this, would you?” She asked, an unusually sheepish grin appearing upon her lips. And perhaps this seemed rather out of character for her, but she’d blame it on the hangover that she was still sporting after the party.

a smirk played on his mouth, his eyes falling to gaze at her plump lips before rising back up to make eye contact. they had kissed many times (and done much more) in private, but something about this public affair made it that much more enticing for him. he brought his hand to sit flush with the girls lower back, bringing her body closer to his as he finally sealed the space between them with a kiss. as his lips brushed against hers, he could taste the french alcohol fresh on her lips and inhaled sharply, moving his other hand from her hair to caress her cheek. what he didn’t want her to know what his heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest.

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Isabelle’s smirk widening as Arthur finally brushed his lips against her, she allowed her arms to entangle around his neck as she brought herself closer towards him. It was unusual for her to display such public affection with anyone, especially Arthur; but she had drunk copious amounts of alcohol, and right now he was looking like a rather fun prospect. “Mmhm, should we try again.” She whispered, her tongue almost brushing the shell of his ear as she leaned forward to near herself towards him again. “I’m rather enjoying myself.”

after all that pomp and circumstance he was back at the castle before most people were even awake. it was sunday morning and the birds were out singing in the sunshine, dew was on the flowers. it was a perfect day but his arm ached with guilt and fear as he made his way back to his dorm room, unexpectedly coming across another. “early start for you too?” he said nonchalantly. he had to act normal, be normal. he had to be the boy he’d been before, the one that commanded respect so he stood tall at his full height and acted like he was meant to be there, even at this early hour. 

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Leaning back in the cushion within the Slytherin Common Room, Isabelle raised a single eyebrow at Rabastan who seemed to reek of guilt, not that she was sure why. Shrugging as she crossed her legs to make herself more comfortable in her seat, she replied, “For some reason my body decided for me that it was time to arise, so I made my way here; not that any of my dorm mates are awake.”

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    ❛ this week could not possibly go any slower. just a few more days, then no need to waste any more time with needless lectures. - so close to finally leaving this sordid castle. ❜

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If it wasn’t her beloved betrothed. A coy smirk upon her features, Isabelle chuckled as she replied, “And I’ll be ever glad when we finally get to turn away and never look back. Not sure why everyone’s so fond of this castle, anyways.”

arthur gladly accepted the cup, taking a sip while keeping his eyes focused on her. “not too bad,” he commented, rubbing his lips together. arthur placed the cup down on the floor beside him as he turned his entire body to face isabellé more, his hand moving from her opposite shoulder to the back of her neck while his fingers got lost in her hair. “hmmm,” he hummed, “let me think.” arthur had a sly grin on his features as he slowly got close. “can i kiss you?”

—

It was a pity that they had nearly consumed the liquid that she had been given by Bella. But luckily she had snagged a bottle of Aveline’s champagne that she had resting by the couch just in case she was dying for some extra alcohol. Alas, her attention was diverted by the man sat beside her as he began to entangle his hands through her locks of hair before a small smirk began to arise upon her lips as she tilted her head as he began to ask if he could kiss her. “Hm, I guess I could be amendable to that.” She hummed in reply as she moved closer towards the other.

“it sounds like it’s my new job is to make your night even better,” he grinned, “not that i haven’t already just by being here right now.” arthur moved his arm down from the top of the sofa to lay across the slytherin’s shoulders. it was getting later in the night so most people were already too drunk out of their minds so he could get away with showing a little PDA. that, and arthur was a little past tipsy and starting to get more affectionate. “high quality alcohol, hmm?” he questioned in honeyed-voice, nuzzling his head against hers. “care to share?”

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On a sober occasion, Isabelle would have brushed away Arthur’s arm in such a public space, but tonight with the alcohol buzzing around, she only batted it away playfully as she let it settle across her shoulders. “Is that so, and how would you propose to make my night better, hm?” She asked, a little gleam of mischief appearing in her eyes as she took another drink from her cup before offering the cup towards him. “We’ll see if you can handle some French alcohol.” Isabelle teased in a rather surprisingly friendly nature as she crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow at him as a challenge as she could see he definitely was going past the tipsy point.

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Aveline laughed “I picked it up from hogsmeade. I am of legal age you know.” She teased back taking a large swing, in a very un-ladylike manner. “Didn’t feel like bringing your own tonight?”

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“How boring, and to think that all my alcohol came from France with me smuggling it in my trunk.” She replied with a chuckle before stealing back the bottle for herself so that she could take a large drink as she commented, “Well I had hoped that Ellie would have at least some French alcohol which is why I forwent bringing my own stash. Luckily I bumped into you.”